Let Us Go to Sleep

You make me sleepy. Let’s go to sleep. Let us drag our bodies
Across the floor, lift our legs up and climb the bed
Like two poisonous critters of the night; but we
Won’t be poisoning and sedating anybody but ourselves.
Tonight,
The covers will be pulled over our pupil-less eyes and tomorrow,
We’ll wake up with drool all over our mouths.

As my stomach vigorously works on two plates of rice,
Lilliputians tie ropes around my neck to try and make my head
Crash against the desk.
They will tie me up, those little bastards,
Their rigid ropes and effective instruments may maroon me in their
Unreal country forever.

So I’ll be trapped, my eyelids merging like one thin, pale veil of
Innocence, my eyeballs
Drying
Up.
Down I go, following Alice’s
Rabbit and I’d want
To fall through that tunnel
Between here and there forever. No “thud”
Will be heard forevermore as I let myself
Go and miss the ground eternally.

Apologies won’t have to be handed out to people who desire to grasp
The inconceivable in me.
No goal or ambition, attitude or opinion
Would be able to penetrate the walls of my snores. And the whores
And the wars and the worlds will be
On the other side, the darker side of this enigma we call
Waking.
But me, I’d be cooking, dancing and cooking,
Cooking ’til the morning where the sunny side has the sunny side up of
Basically, nothing.

Then you don’t have to
Realize and analyze
My twitches since you should feel it, too.
Our fingers ache for sheets and we’re excited
To get devoured by the cushion.
Your boss,
We’ll leave him behind because he’s too boring for a pillow fight and
Too formal for a cozy night.
He won’t let us rave and rant while our consciousness
Drifts away into Neverland. His company
Won’t forgive us for shutting down everything in the universe but his
Office.

Don’t shake me, honey. Let the dark bring out the roaches
And the spiders that will never dare to scuttle out
Of our slippers, cups, and socks
‘Til this awfully cruel light has locked itself inside
Pandora’s box.

Time to Reflect on Time

I’m quite sure you said something like, “WTF? It’s Friday already?” last Friday. I sure did, but earlier. I said something like, “WTF? It’s Thursday already?” last Thursday.

In fact, I already said something like that as early as Monday. I said, “WTF? I’m heading home and Monday’s already over?”

It’s July, folks. Better say, “WTF? Half the year is already over?” before it’s too late. You’ve gotta be sensitive about these things. You’ve gotta say “WTF?” regularly just to acknowledge how insanely fast time passes by these days.

Sana May Kabuluhan

Tingin ka naman sa’kin. Kahit isang irap lang. Alam mo namang sa gitna ng usok ng mga tambutso, busina’t radyo, mga mata mo lang na tutok na tutok ang magpapakalma ng aking sistema. Siguro dapat kang gawan ng billboard na idi-display sa EDSA para maging mapayapa ang Maynila. Dahil kung ako yung drayber ng kakarag-karag na dyip na ito, malamok, susunod ako sa lahat ng batas-trapiko at hihinto ako sa lahat ng stoplight kahit wala pa sa pula ang ilaw para lang magtagal sa harap ng iyong ngiti.

Ngunit pasahero lang ako sa ngayon, hindi makababa sa pumapaspas at walang direksyong sasakyan ng dibdib mo. Maaari mo akong ibaba kahit saang kanto dahil hindi naman ako nagbayad, nag 1-2-3 lang, nagkunwaring natutulog para hindi singilin. Kaya nga pwede mo marahil akong pababain sa susunod na kanto kung saan bumaba rin sa mga naunang biyahe ang mga naunang pumara sa iyo. Karamihan sa kanila nauntog pa sa bubong ng dyip, bukol. Tagal na nilang nilalagyan ng gamot pero hindi gumagaling.

Transformers 2: To Hell With Intellectual Content. We. Want. Explosions!

Surely, all those missiles, robot parts, and babes deserve at least 3 out of 5 stars?

Had I not read reviews of Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen before I watched the film, I would have been shocked to see that it’s now only hitting 22% on the Tomato Meter. Most critics have panned the film, saying that it’s too loud, too long, and underplotted.

Well, here’s the gist of my take on Transformers 2. (1) Transformers 1 was clearly better, but (2) If you want a thrilling break from your bleak and dry life, this movie is definitely worth watching. That is why I’m giving it 3 out of 5 stars.

The Plot You May Have a Hard Time Understanding While Watching the Film

Of course this movie has a plot. Critics are being exaggerated when they tell you it has no plot at all. One critic also said that its plot was unintelligible. Now, that is closer to the truth.

Blue Waffle Welcomes Me Back

I’m on the 27th floor, writing newsletters for the company and blogs for myself.

It’s been almost a month now since I returned to the Blue Waffle Building. My comeback was mostly a silent operation since I didn’t want people to ask too many questions what happened to me. I appreciate some of the curiosity though and I’m glad that a few people actually care.

Three months ago, I wrote a very emotional blog on my farewell to the Blue Waffle Company and my friends here. Back then, I really thought everything was over for me in this company. No more clunky elevator rides, no more coffee and cigarette breaks beside the moldy pool, no more 5th and 27th floors. Still, I didn’t burn the last bridge I had with it. I couldn’t because I left my heart there.

No Spinsters Allowed

What is up with spinsters or old maids? I recognize the term is degrading but I really don’t care because several spinsters have already degraded me and gotten on my nerves.

I won’t beat around the bush here or pull my punches. I am barbaric when it comes to spinsters. I am ruthless, heartless, merciless, and cutthroat.

What the f*ck is wrong with these people? How irritated are they with the world that they have to spread their irritation with as many people as they can? Their beef with themselves is more communicable than swine flu.

A really, really bad case of a spinster dwells in our compound. If I can only kick her out of there, I’d do it anytime without any guilt. I don’t care if she’s old and she’s having a hard time walking. F*ck, that doesn’t give her the right to treat people like they’re filthy rags.

This particular odious old maid only treats rich people as human beings. She somehow has a lesser estimate of the humanity of poor folks like us. Well, screw her dried, old… whatever!

Early Morning Hatefest

She seems to care about my young nephew but that won’t make up for the hell she’s put people through all her torturous stay at our compound. She’s always blasting us away like we’re stealing her mucky telephone. Or she’s gonna stand outside the bathroom and start ranting away like you’re taking forever to take a bath.

Piraso Pagkatapos ng Pitong Pagsisimula

Sa kauna-unahang pagkakataon, aaminin ko, blangko ang kokote ko.

Pero kanina, lumabas tayo, nagyosi ka, tapos napatitig ako sa’yo.

Ngayon, isa na lang ang laman ng kokote ko.

Yung higante mong ngiti at yung nakakapanghina mong mukha

Na hindi ko makakalimutan hanggang mamaya pag nasa Laguna na tayo,

Hanggang bukas ‘pag nagbanta ulit ang kokote ko na maging blangko.

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Throw Away After Reading

Something is definitely wrong with this world. I mean, how could it be so hard to just be with you? That should have been simpler than one and one is two, but god, look at me, I’m withering. There should have been just two things here: you and me, and all that’s magical and beautifully sad should have come forth from there. But just look at all this. It doesn’t look like it’s worth a goddamn grimy penny.

Every day, I feel like a protagonist slipping gradually, helplessly to a secondary role, perhaps an anti-hero who may be edited out of the story without any significant change to its flow. More and more, I feel the light dimming around me. And like a graceful moth, you’re starting to fly away to more welcoming luminescence.

Perhaps words like these are to blame. They talk too much and reveal too much about the darkness inside, choking all mysteries. They go on and on and on without saying anything. They rain “I love yous” ’til they spur disastrous floods between us. I can almost say I’m drowning you with them.

Yet despite this — this crazy jungle of ridiculous and murderous obstacles, I know that all I want is to hold your hand tightly. I want us to look up to the starry night sky once again with the wonder of youth and the innocence of two people who barely know each other.

Great

Do I need to prove myself?

OK, allow me to prove myself.

I think I am great because I feel I am great.

Add to that the fact that today, I also feel great.

I feel I am great because I feel like others are lesser than me.

While it’s true that I feel great, I know others are still better than me.

But I’m still great.

Why? Because I feel great.

The actual basis is not that great but

You can always interpret it in a different way.

Those people that are better than me must be lesser than other people, too.

And under them would be me — who’s great –

And others who are lesser than me (who may also be great but I can’t vouch for them).

And then those that are greater than the people who are greater than me

Must be lesser than even greater people.

Wait.

Then are we all great?

If we’re all great, how come some of us are lesser than others?

How come some of us are greater than others?

Where does lesser end and greater begin?

Man, I went to great miles to ponder this

But still lesser than what other great men did.

Maybe the problem has to do with being a tad late

To say things that are of no great importance

To a world so used to greatness.

Then again, I sometimes think it has to do with a lack of space,

And also, at times, with the things I ate

This morning, for instance.

God, I hate that plate.

But that still doesn’t change what’s lesser and greater

Since all that’s already engraved deep into fate.

What a freakin’ waste.

Hmm.

So maybe none of us are great.

Great.