Archive for December, 2008

huwag ka sanang magagalit

Posted in poetry on December 18, 2008 by armedlittleboy

– Ramon Sunico

Huwag ka sanang magagalit
kung sasabihin ko
na hanap-hanap ka
ng aking mga tula.

Huwag ka sanang maiilang
kung tuwing umuulan
isip-isip ko ang init
ng ating katawan.

Ngayon, butas lamang
sa langit ang lahat ng bituin.
Ngayon, panukat lamang ang buwan
ng layo mo sa akin.

Anumang kuwento
ang simulan ko’y
sa iyo rin nauuwi.
Sa bawat aklat
na aking buklatin
naroroon ang iyong tingin.

Alam ko: may sarili kang tanong
na dapat sagutin;
may sarili kang misteryo
na dapat harapin.
Huwag magmadali: panahon ngayon
ng liwanag at sari-saring dilim;
Oras ng sugat at lamig
at ng paurong-sulong na pagpapaumanhin.

Ngunit Tess, mahal, huwag ka sanang magagalit
huwag ka sanang maiilang
kung aking sasabihin
na tuwing humihinga ako,
naaamoy kita,
na tuwing pumipikit ako,
ikaw ang nagiging umaga.”


my mom is evil 4

Posted in mom on December 16, 2008 by armedlittleboy

(mom cooking alimasag)

mom: ay nakalimutan ko

me: alin?

mom: saksakin

me: ha?

mom: minsan kasi bago lutuin yung alimasag sinasaksak sa mata, pinapatay

me: omg

my favorite neruda

Posted in Uncategorized on December 13, 2008 by armedlittleboy

This is vintage Neruda - with all the passion and fickleness of desire. The
underlying melancholy is beautifully brought out by the conversational style
(a la Mir Taqi Mir) - the conceit could have been metaphysical had it not
been for the pain inherent in every verse. This is love that is hurting,
that has been hurt in the past, and yet is open to being hurt again. There
is surrender. - Anustup

I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists:

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,


that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.


if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.


Posted in Uncategorized on December 12, 2008 by armedlittleboy

ask yourself.

what do you really want to do with your life?

what do you want to be, back when you still dont have bills to pay, list of things to buy, or grandiose plans of vacationing in grandiose places?

what do you want to do in those days where your life revolves around cartoons, midday naps, and coloring books?


i want to be a teacher. or a writer. or a lonely planet host. or a film director.

but i ended up in marketing research.

isnt it ironic that the small things have the power to determine the path our lives would take?

it just so happened that im looking for a job. i applied. i got accepted. and the rest of my life has been drawn.

just like that.

a dry leaf floating with the current.

routine is more addicting than morphine.

why is it so hard to step out of the line we have drawn?

learning to color inside the lines does not mean we cant color outside it anymore does it?

i am babbling.

words are the only things that can roam freely in my world.

armed with a number of years of research experience. i looked for a new job.

lo and behold, doors in research opened for me. while the lonely planet job remained shut. locked. sealed.

thousands of people, no millions, are trapped in jobs they dont want to do, lives they dont want to wake up to in the morning just because that’s what they have been used to.

we have drawn the boundaries ourselves.

getting out is as easy as stepping over the line. but the idea of leaving will never occur to most of us.

the bills.

the list of things to buy.

the distractions are endless.

one moment youre living. the next moment youre not.


Posted in Uncategorized on December 7, 2008 by armedlittleboy

that’s what I am now:


like a lake undisturbed by even the smallest ripple,


the flat green line on a heart monitor,


sometimes the best way to spend the rest of your life is to stretch out on the couch and watch endless television.

tears, laughs, sorrows and joys all end with the commercials.

when you have experienced tremendous pain,

found the strength to get up and heal yourself,

the last thing you want to do is to risk having that pain again inside of you.

trust me,

the idea of lying in bed all day,

of staying at home all warm and safe,

of being placid and unaffected,

becomes the most tempting thing to do.

building a cocoon to ward off potential hurts.

a vaccine for disappointments.


no joy. but more importantly, no pain.


have you tried smoothing out the wrinkles from a crumpled paper?

pretty damn hard task.

if and when you have succeeded in doing so, you would guard the paper with all your life from being crumpled again.

trust me.