version 2

Posted in Uncategorized on February 15, 2012 by armedlittleboy

I asked you:

‘what do you want to drink?’

You answered,

‘anything that you have’.

So I gave you ambivalence mixed with doubts,

On the rocks.

my mom is a paranoid freak

Posted in mom on February 7, 2012 by armedlittleboy

mom: bumili ka nga ng pito (whistle)

me: ha? at bakit?

mom: eh  malay mo lumindol dito

me: oh eh ano gagawin mo sa pito?

mom: eh kung matabunan tayo? para sisipol na lang tayo para marinig tayo

me: ………………..

replay: si nanay (hindi ito based sa mga tunay na pangyayari. promise)

Posted in mom on January 1, 2012 by armedlittleboy

Nilitanya ni nanay kanina ang mga perwisyo sa kanyang buhay. Nakuha ko ang ika-apat na pwesto, pagkatapos ni aling inday na aming labandera na nasa ikatlo, ang palaging nasisira na telepono sa ikalawa, at si tatay na nakuha ang pinakamataas na parangal. Hindi na ako umasa na mananalo sa listahan dahil alam ko naman na runaway winner na si tatay, no contest kumbaga. Perfect 10! Knockout! Sure win!

Bakit ba naman siya matatalo eh multiple title holder na siya. Lasenggero, sabungero, sugalero, babaero, gago, tarantado, loko-loko, at kung ano pang nagtatapos sa o. Yan eh according sa nanay ko na medyo nagiging bias kapag naghihimay ng toge na iluluto. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang meron sa mga toge na sa tuwing uupo siya upang himayin ay bigla na lang siyang maglalabas ng kanyang mga sama ng loob. Para bang sa bawat paghimay ng toge ay hinihimay na rin niya ang kanyang saloobin sa buhay. Mabuti kamo at minsan sa isang buwan lang kami mag-ulam ng toge sa bahay.

Kadalasan kasi ay nagpapaksiw lang siya ng bangus o ng kanduli o ng ayungin o kung ano man ang pwedeng ipaksiw. Favourite kasi ng aso namin ang paksiw. Ayoko ng paksiw. Ergo, hindi ako ang favourite ni nanay. Matagal ko rin pinag-isipan kung bakit hindi ako ang favourite considering na ako lang naman ang anak niya, hanggang sa hindi na kinaya ng utak ko at tinanong ko na lang siya kung bakit mas pinili niya ang aso, hindi siya sumagot at sa halip ay kinuha niya ang isang supot ng toge mula sa ref. Mabilis akong umalis sa paningin niya. Mahirap na.

my 2012 resolutions

Posted in marwinisms on December 31, 2011 by armedlittleboy

1. Manage my money MORE wisely.

2. Be a LITTLE less jaded on love.

3. Cry AND laugh more often, more willingly.

4. SMILE.

5. Push myself MORE willingly out of the door to explore the world.

6. Speak LOUDER, listen more CLOSELY.

7. Trust the universe.

8. Be LESS concerned with time and more intent on having fun.

9. Be more CLEAR about my priorities.

10. GROW younger.

amen

Posted in Uncategorized on December 14, 2011 by armedlittleboy

“As an atheist, I see nothing “wrong” in believing in a god. I don’t think there is a god, but belief in him does no harm. If it helps you in any way, then that’s fine with me. It’s when belief starts infringing on other people’s rights when it worries me. I would never deny your right to believe in a god. I would just rather you didn’t kill people who believe in a different god, say. Or stone someone to death because your rulebook says their sexuality is immoral. It’s strange that anyone who believes that an all-powerful all-knowing, omniscient power responsible for everything that happens, would also want to judge and punish people for what they are.” – Ricky Gervais

Kundiman

Posted in poetry on December 3, 2011 by armedlittleboy

— Eman Lacaba

ang sabi mo pula ang paborito mo.

ang sabi ko puti ang paborito ko.

kagabi nang tayo’y dalawa’y nagkita,

nakapula ako at nakaputi ka.

rehash

Posted in poetry on October 24, 2011 by armedlittleboy

When I leave, sing no sad songs for me.

Just hum a couple of notes

From a long forgotten love song

Then stop.

Go to a convenience store,

Buy a beer

And toast our parting amidst tortilla chips

And tempura crackers.

After, crunch the can with the heel of your shoe

And exit without ceremony,

Don’t slam the car door,

A thud will do for my leaving.

As you step into your place

Don’t turn on an extra light

But don’t stay in the dark

Only tragedies require a significant change in lighting.

Climb into your bed

But don’t wet the sheets with tears,

No one will be there tomorrow to wash it.

And as you drift off to sleep

Don’t try to forget,

There is nothing worthwhile to be forgotten.