Pipiliin Kita

Ang mga tala sa iyong mga mata
Ang ngiti mong dulot ay ligaya
Ang iyong tinig na nanghaharana
Unti – unti ko nang pinapalaya

Hindi na umaasa, Hindi na tataya
Magbabakasakali at magsisisi
Hindi na magpapadala sa tadhana
Mula ngayon hanggang sa huli

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It’s okay, I’ll wait.

You deserve the best version of myself…
and I deserve the best version of you.

Not today. Not tomorrow.
Not a year or even a decade…
But I know we will meet again.
And we’ll have our chance.

It will never be too late.
If we can’t be together for a lifetime,
the rest of our lives would do.
No matter how short it may be,
I’ll spend it with you.

My last breath will always be for you.
Even if I can only whisper your name,
Or say “I love you ”
Or sigh just because I see you
Or give it to you as I kiss you.
It will be yours.

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.” – Winnie the Pooh

Is it too much?

Is it too much to ask for a just love story?
I neither want a fairytale nor tragedy
Not a love story with a happy ending
Nor a tragedy with endless waiting

Is it too much to ask for a love story?
fleeting moments that makes us smile
Nothing grandiose nor legendary
A love that is simple, enough and mine

For someone who will be grateful I exist
For someone who won’t make me wait
For someone who will make time
For someone to give the love I gave

What am I doing wrong? I’m losing hope.
Is anyone out there truly for me?
Or this is just another fantasy?

Constant

I’d like to feel that I deserve it too.

I hope I meet someone who’s willing to take a cab and go to where I am because I can’t take it anymore.
Someone who will run through the rain because my tears are also pouring.
Someone who can put their arms around me because I am shivering inside and out.
Someone who will walk with me silently, while our hearts speak.

Someone who will show me that I deserve to receive gifts as well.
More than greetings on my social media wall, more than a notification badge.
Someone who will send me cat or dog gifs and videos to cheer me up
Someone who will eat fries and buns, while I eat the patties and cheese.

Someone who will write letters with me, paint music, and construct poems
Someone who will hold my hand in the most unique way possible
Someone who will make me forget my first kiss and not worry about my last
Someone who can memorize my usual drink in Starbucks
Someone who will take the shot for me when I am too drunk
Someone who can workout with me, motivate me in his own way

Someone who understands that I’ve been alone for a long time
That occasionally I need that alone time, be on my own
Someone who will never let me feel lonely ever again
Because we found each other, and I have no reason to be.

(- April 17 2018)

Seedling

A young man once retreated to his hometown in Nueva Ecija, to run away from the bustling city of Makati…and to have a break from the people in it….a break from the complexities of love.

While walking along the side of the road, surrounded by lush green rice field, he came across a small nipa hut. An old man was outside, waving at him. Out of his curiosity, he went through a patch of land, and went to the old man.

Is something troubling you, Hijo? The old man asked.

Being a stranger in the middle of the field, the young man assumed it was fine to ask weird questions. Somehow being in a town where no one knew him made him honest.

“Out of the people we meet, we share our daily lives with or the people who are about to become part of our lives, who should we love?”

“Ah, love.” The old man sighed and smiled at the young man. “Love, that Hijo, is something you have to define for yourself. I know mine, and that is mine alone.”

Embarassed and disapointed, the young man was about to turn his back from the old man and leave.

“So Hijo, I’d like you to take these with you.” said the old man.
He gave the young man, 6 small clay pots: 4 of these pots has sprouts while the other 2 was simply a pot with soil.

“You have 6 pots. Let’s number them 1 – 6. Water each pot with these.” He gave the young man with 6 plastic bottles with water.

“For pot numbers 1 and 2, give 1 cap full of water 3 times a day, everyday.”
“For pot numbers 3, give as much water as you want and whenever you want.”
“For pot number 4 and 5, don’t water them at all ”
“For pot number 6, do whatever you want with it but after 3 days, give it back to me.”

The old man placed everything in a basket and gave it to the young man.

The young man followed everything the old man said. Every other day he notice some changes in each pot.

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Blue Magic

Nagpunta ako one afternoon sa SM Baguio. Wala lang, lakad lang dahil wala pa namang sweldo that day. So window shopping lang tulad noong High School pa lang ako. Spending some time alone. Comfortably.

Anyways, sa paglalakad ko napadpad ako sa Blue Magic. Pupunta sana ako sa veranda, kaya lang andaming magjowang nanonood at nagpipicture ng sunset. Wag na lang, kasuya. So, pumasok ako sa Blue Magic dahil…

  • Una, gusto kong balikan noong sobrang hype nito pag valentines’ day or mga monthsary.
  • Pangalawa, gusto ko lang i-check kung may binebenta pa silang dambuhalang paper mache na tae with note
  • Tatlo, cute si kuya sa labas na may hawak na stuffed toy.

So, as expected, dahil walang occasion walang tao. Nag-aasyos lang yung staff ng mga binebenta nila or nag-aasaran bordering landian yung dalawa. Then nakita ko yung malaking stuffed toy na parang mixed breed ng dog at bear. Ang cute, sabi ko. Tapos tinignan ko yung pangalan. Remy. Kapangalan niya.

Iba si universe. I was about to give up on Remy. Malapit na akong maka-move on noon eh.

Sa araw na yon, pagkagising ko sa umaga, hindi siya ang iniisip ko.
Habang nakasakay ako sa jeep at nakikinig ng music, Hindi siya ang iniisip ko.
Habang umiinom ng kape, hindi ako nagiisip ng tula o regalo para sa kanya.
Sa araw na yon, malaya ako sa kanya o sa pangarap na kasama siya.

At nawasak yon ng makita ko si Remy, the stuffed toy. Kaya umalis na lang ako.

Since that day, tuwing mapapadpad ako sa SM, lagi akong dumadaan sa Blue magic para mahawakan si Remy, the stuffed toy, dahil cute nga. Sabi ko pa sa sarili ko, kung may pera ako sa birthday or valentines’ day at available pa ito, bibilhin ko na lang. Kaya hinayaan ko muna si Remy sa Blue magic.

“Kung para sa akin siya, mapapasakin yan kung kelan pwede na.”

UNTIL RECENTLY,

“Sir, antagal na po niyan dito and kayo lang ang humahawak diyan. Bilin niyo na po.” Sabi sa akin nung staff na may hawak ng stuffed toy noong araw na una kong nakita si Remy.

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