Taking The Extra Time Off

 

 

 

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VERNAL EQUINOX

If only the tree could talk, it will tell everything to you...
If only the tree could talk, it will tell everything to you…

 

Out of nowhere it came

Melancholic life, just a game

Turbulent mind drifts to tame

Only time was there to blame

 

Gazing at the tree from the distance

Careful not show own existence

Like a ghost without a trace

Condemned to oblivious place

 

The rose was there for earth to feast upon

Encased within the trees, the wretched soul

Corpses litter the fields, decaying, rotten

Larvae consume the flowers, men by the ghouls

 

Beauty I found within darkness itself

Hymn of my heart that beats no longer

Veins of thorns plucked their rhythm

And blood spills out for song to linger

 

With life gone out of sight

Weeping pheasants cursed their flight

Trembling to face the sacred light

And vainly struggle with all their might

 

At last, the time has come

I wake up back to my reality

This vernal equinox so short my night!

My dream rests into tranquility.

 

 

If Pencils Could Talk And Share Stories!!

 

A pencil drawing of Trish – a relative of mine. Some details on this drawing were deliberately omitted, while some details were added on assumption. Here and there, you can spot some errors. It’s a work-in-progress, prematurely halted. Took me four days to “finish” it, approximately two hours a day. Finally, something to match that of Isabelle’s bragging on how fast she can finish a drawing.

For this I used pencils numbered 2B, 5B and 7B semi-rough canson paper. It was very uncharacteristic of me to use  a 7B, since I do not like the texture made by pencil with that number. But since I lost my 5B in the middle of my work on this sketch, and I don’t have the intention of prolonging the time of working on this one, I simply didn’t have a choice but to use 7B. No smudging stump was used.

Ironically, I have two 7B pencils in my disposal. I should learn how to use them properly.

Digital manipulations have been minimal. Instead of scanning it, I used a point-and-shoot camera to “digitalize” this sketch. Brightness and contrast level were slightly adjusted. Color balance were also adjusted to make this seems to be drawn on a parchment paper.

During my third year in college, I once used an eyeliner to create a portrait. I didn’t ask for permission from my female friend – thanks Anna!, by the way – for using her eyeliner. At first she was furious at first, of course. But the sketch turned out to be good somehow. But what I didn’t know then was that cockroaches find eyeliners delectable. They ate almost a quarter of the sketch.

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When Time Stood Still

Sara. That's all there is.
Sara. That’s all there is.

June 2, 2000, Friday, it was about three o’clock in the afternoon. It was a hot day, but the sky was beautifully clear, and everything seemed to be so bright. There for the first time I met Sara. She belongs to the MWF afternoon classes on our taekwondo lessons. She is one year younger than me and she was playing tag with her younger sister when I found her. The moment I entered the empty gym, she glanced my way and saw me standing by the doorway looking at her. And something struck me hard and fast.

It was a very fine day and I’ll never forget it. And it was three days in a row that I spent training with her, until the promotion day. It was Sunday morning. Then after the promotion event itself she was gone with her parents and her younger sister. I went home bearing an overrated sadness and an even overrated fear that I might not see her ever again. One day I was star-struck then three days later I was feeling lost.

She was my ultimate crush. Well that’s all in the past now. Five years later I regained my communications with her. They were right. When it comes about her, I am simply a coward. All through the years thinking about her, I never really summoned the courage to tell her how I feel for her. I was simply too afraid to find out what might have been.

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My head’s in a jam

Can’t take you off my mind

From the time we met

I’ve been beset with thoughts of you

And the more that I ignore this feeling

The more I found myself believing

That I just have to see you again

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I can’t let you pass me by

I just can’t let you go

But I know I am much too shy to let you know

Afraid that I might say the wrong words

And displease you

Afraid for love to fade before it can come true

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Sometime during 2007 she gave me a message. She said: “…the worst regret we can have in life is not for the wrong things we have done, but from the right things we could have done but we never did”. It’s kind of cliché, or it could had been just forwarded. But I felt the irony of her sending me that message.

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I can’t let you pass me by

I just can’t let you go

Let me say the things and say the words to let you know

I would rather say the awkward words

Than lose you

Or for love to fade before it can come true

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But I never did. And chose to remain an invisible admirer. But I think she knows. Or at least I believe so, that she had a slight idea about my feelings. I don’t think she’s that mindless not to notice. And perhaps, indeed, I had done something wrong.

Perhaps I have all the good reasons not to tell her. I think it is better off that way. Looking back I had a colourful life after all.

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JEEPNEY

A common sighting in the rural areas: a lone jeepney is heavily laden with passenger. Photo courtesy of mudwrestler.deviantArt.com
A common sighting in the rural areas: a lone jeepney is heavily laden with passenger. Photo courtesy of mudwrestler.deviantArt.com

Araw-araw akong sumasakay sa jeep. Masikip. Maalog. Lumilipad! Masaya maging parte ng kulturang laman na ng kalsada. Mahangin. Kasabay ng pagharurot ng jeep, siya namang paglipad ng isip ko. Hindi rin maiwasang malubak ang daan, nakakatagtag ng kamalayan. May ilang beses na rin akong ginawang unan ng mga walang habas kung matulog sa jeep: at least, naging saksi ako sa panaginip at pangarap nila. Dumating din yung mga pagkakataong gustong gusto kong sumakay sa jeep dahil sa chance na makasabay at makatabi ko ang crush ko. Naranasan ko na ding sumakay sa jeep para lang mawala sa lansangan. Trip lang. Kakaibang trip!

Tayo na’t sumakay

Sa biyaheng makulay

 

Tayo na’t sumabay

Parte na ng ating buhay

 

Kulturang gumugulong

Sa kalyeng walang hanggan

 

Businang umuugong

Tinig ng hari ng daan

 

Naging saksi sa’ting umagang nagmamadali;

Mga sandaling ang iyong crush ay nakatabi

 

Di man maiwasang siksikan at mainit

At kung minsan nga katabi mo ay pangit

 

Di maiwasang maipit at ang katabi ay makulit

Upuang para sa lima, sampu ay pinipilit

 

Ngunit kung minsan nga ay nakakabad trip

Nakakainis kahit pa sa jeep ikaw ay umidlip

 

Ang katabi mong kung matulog ika’y ginawang unan!

At walang pakialam kung kanyang laway ika’y matuluan!

 

Ngunit kung pagmamasdan at nanamnamin

Nakakaaliw sa jeep na lumilipad sa hangin

 

Isama na ang barkada

Sa jeepneyng kay ganda

 

Pero kung minsan ika’y mangangalumata

Sa jeep na dugyot at nanggigitata

 

Basta’t wag kakalimutan

Mga gamit ay ingatan!

 

O sige na! kumapit nang mabuti

Pamasahe mo ma’y mumunti

 

Umpisahan na ang pasada

Simulan ang pag-arangkada

 

Ipinagmamalaking sariling atin

At malayo-layo na nga ang narating

 

At walang ganyan sa ibang landas!

Dahil dito lang yan sa Pinas!