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Her Station

She’s there
in my burger

telling me how heavenly
this is,
this cheesy cheeseburger is,
when our bodies are already dried
from the liquor
and the blabber
of the night.

She lives
in the sooty streets
asking me how come I sing
every morning and
I won’t let up ’til we part

in the train station
where I kiss her cheek
a single

She waits
still at the same spot
in the mall
where we used to wait
without any guarantee
that the other one will arrive
saying their sorrys,
prodding to hurry
to catch the evening TV.

She’s there.

I know

that she dreams of me
half a world away
as I live to sleep
and take my turn
come dark
to dream of her.

I see
her in every bare wall
and each busy page,
in all things the calendar
throws my way,
and in the nothingness
my eyelids and my bed
conspire to envelope me with;

and in my fingers she used to hold,
and in my feet she still adore,
in my face she used to measure,
and my eyes that used to behold

her. She’s there. She’s everywhere

there’s nothing and something and anything!
I lie and I walk and run in circles
along her planetary rings,
hopping and skipping in our dreams,
wishing and watching our favorite films,

making it to the next stop,
checking myself if I should laugh,
hoping we wouldn’t



‘Cause while she’s always a step ahead,
a safe distance where I can’t
smell her hair,
I know I have to keep on going,
keep on eating my cheeseburgers,
walk my way down busy streets
across malls, over calendars
and ’round planetary rings
once more.
And I know I have to keep on humming
the silent song in my chest
for I can’t rest
’til she’s back
in the train station
where I used to kiss her cheek
a single


Filed under Love, Poems

Pasok Lang sa Gitna

Pasok, labas
Hanggang tubuan ng puting balbas
‘Di yayaman, magkakautang-utang
Hanggang matigok ng may limang anak.

Isang bumbay na mayaman
Isang edukadong iskwater
Magtatagpo sa isang malamig pa sa bangkay
Na call center

Ilang buwan lang empake nanaman
Di ka pa nakaporma sa cute mong officemate
Nasibak ka na kaagad
Dahil sa BPO, ‘di dadami ang torpe sa Pinas.

Inom sa Biyernes
Isaw, langaw, sukang di matapus-tapos
Pagdating ng Lunes, tingin sa Biyernes
Isaw, langaw, sukang di matapus-tapos

Kape, yosi, alak
Suka, tae, pera
Pilipino, Bumbay, Kano
Kape, yosi, alak

Apply sa Makati, Eastwood, Ortigas
Ayaw sa Jollibee, Mcdo, Chowking
Hindi rin nurse, dancer, domestic helper
Pera, pera, pera

Hindi inakala ang kahihinatnan
Akala dati magiging abogado (Gago!)
Ngunit ngayon ipit na ipit sa MRT
Sandal-ulo sa basang kili-kili

Pasok, labas
Hanggang matuyot ang utak
Iiwan ng iba, malilimutan ng lahat
Pasok, labas, pasok, labas, anak lang ng anak.


Filed under Poems

Neverland: 116 Days to Go (Grasping and Losing Time’s Tail)

Time is a speedy motherf*cker. Can you believe it? Just 116 days to go now before my birthday death day party. Chemae and I wrote some articles, sent some Tweets here and there, went to a beach in Zambales, drank with friends, watched a movie and — ta-da! 17 precious days have already passed since I started counting down to D-Day. If I close my eyes now for a few seconds and take a breather, I might open them up to witness an airplane flying off toward the infinite blue sky.

More on how fast time trolls us all later. Now, a quick recap of days that went by.

120 Days to Go:

We watched Kick-Ass in Trinoma. I’ve been waiting for this movie for a long while because I’m really into this concept of superheroes without any powers — something I just learned now upon reflection. I got into Watchmen very easily despite its brooding and complex nature, and Batman is still my most favorite superhero. All these guys are crimefighters but they don’t have any super powers. I wonder if that says something about me?

Well, Kick-Ass was just pure of win. It’s so awesome that I’m still geeking about it today, which is increasingly making Chemae irritated. But make no mistake, despite her revulsion for flashy Hollywood movies with unbelievable plots — she liked Kick-Ass a lot, especially everyone’s inappropriate crush: the 13-year-old Hit Girl (actually, the character is just 10 years old). Now I’m following the actress who played the foulmouthed baby assassin on Twitter. Maybe the interest will wear off after a while.

119 Days to Go:

I woke up very hungry with my weight ghosts haunting my consciousness. Every time I feel hungry, I feel I’m losing too much weight and I’ll turn really, really ugly (I’m quite obsessed at maintaining and increasing my current weight. So I consider myself better than anorexics ’cause I’m actually hell-bent on doing the opposite thing they’re doing.)

Chemae and I went to the supermarket very early to buy a pack of danggit. The crunchy salted fish has been the stuff of our daydreams about food since we came back from Nagsasa where we fried some of it in front of the sea. So we bought an overpriced pack from SM North and went to our house where we cooked it along with some fried rice. It really amazed me that Chemae was amazed at me when she learned I eat fried rice every morning. Apparently, fried rice for her is like lechon — something people come up with during very, very special occasions. It’s really funny what we come to define as normal growing up in our own respective families. Hell, I used to think every one who ate a different kind of meal for breakfast, lunch and dinner were all really rich just because we never did that at home.

Back to danggit, Chemae was very close to punching me in the face because of how frustrated she was with what we bought. The brand we cooked didn’t turn crispy even after I cooked it for a long time in low and high fire. It also tasted so salty that you can put a millimeter of it in your mouth and that would’ve been enough to go with three spoonfools of rice. No tomatoes and eggs, too, like Chemae had been fantasizing. We vowed never to buy in SM’s crappy supermarket ever again.

In the afternoon, we went to Antarctica (where penguins rock). Chemae was very tired but nevertheless, happy. A new penguin had joined them. 😀 Continue reading


Filed under Life, Love

The Strange Disappearance of the MRT Stored Value Ticket: A Conspiracy Theory

Where has the Stored Value Ticket gone?

Something fishy is going on with the MRT. For about two to three weeks now, passengers can’t get their hands on the stored value ticket. Apparently, it’s gone and no one knows where it is. If anyone in the MRT management knows where the card is, they’re not telling us. Like an abducted guerrilla without any trace of evidence, no drop of blood or sweat on the floor, the stored value ticket has magically disappeared, leaving nothing but a haunting air of mystery behind.

It Happened Before

I’ve been riding the MRT for years that I could say I know every nook and cranny of the sticky trains and the grisly platforms. In all my years of riding this rattling sardine can, I’ve never experienced a stored value ticket shortage on the scale of what’s happening now.

But interestingly, there was a precedent. A little digging on the MRT’s history reveals that stored-value ticket shortages similar to this scale happened a long time ago, back in 2005. Like what’s happening today, the MRT had no official announcement whatsoever about why they’re running short on single journey and stored value tickets. There were ridiculous cases when guards just signed pieces of paper to let passengers in and out of platforms.

Eventually though, it became apparent what’s the cause of all the unfunny comedy. The MRT management had resorted to withholding “old” tickets with Erap’s face on them from passengers. Gloria Macapagal Arroyo was sworn in the year before in June 2004, and someone must have ordered the MRTC to phase out Erap tickets to make way for the GMA tickets which aimed to conquer the MRT universe as soon as possible. Until all the old tickets were replaced, the management decided to literally cut out Erap’s face from the old tickets so passengers can use them. Passengers used dismembered old tickets that didn’t work, so they can get to work. The result of all this hullaballoo is that stored value tickets (fewer in numbers to begin with) were all used up in the morning, and huge crowds lined up for the few single-journey tickets available.

Where’s the Official Announcement?

MRT North Avenue Station

The present situation is not entirely different from 2005. Frustrated and annoyed passengers rushing to their work to make money for this country and our public officials are forced to line up every morning for single-journey tickets. A suffocating volume of people fills up every breathing space in platforms just to get their hands on single journey tickets that get used up instantly. Passengers who are used to suffering inside the congested and poorly maintained trains and stations are made to suffer even more day after day, night after night just because the stored value ticket had vanished.

The ugliest fact in this is that the only answers passengers get from the MRT management about the disappearance of the stored value ticket are the hastily scribbled notes on typewriting paper taped on ticket booths: “Stored Value Tickets Temporarily Not Available” or “Wala pa pong Stored Value — SV.”

To the MRTC and DOTC: We know they’re gone. The question is WHY? Continue reading


Filed under Life

“That” MRT Song

30% of my working life is probably spent riding the MRT. I’ve made dozens of observations on it, most of them rather superficial and stupid. I even wrote a short story on it a long time ago. Riding that train twice a day for almost three years now has made me kinda like an organic part of it. I’m probably inextricable from it, a mark of a true working class man who has to ride the cheapest, most sweaty transportation in the city to get things done.

But the MRT is not just a place to sniff the dripping armpits of people from every part of the metro. It is also a place where, as I found out, two people can share happy, cheesy moments together. While everyone is busy looking outside at the dilapidated buildings and rusty railroad tracks, my blue fairy and I could be found just cherishing the 15-minute ride from North Ave. to Shaw Boulevard. Some people could probably see us singing to this song:

By: Fairground

I have been broken once or twice
Walked over fire, got crashed on the street
Jumped off a cliff, not a feather on my back
Yet I still smile every time I fall

Coz you’re my magic, my superpower, my red cape
You’re my guilty pleasure, beautiful insanity
You call me crazy, the fool of the town
Just give me a kiss and I’ll do it all over again

I’d stop a train if I had the chance
Drive a motorbike to the edge of the world
Ride a shooting star in a white wedding dress
And blow you a kiss as I pass by

Coz you’re my magic, my superpower, my red cape
You’re my guilty pleasure, beautiful insanity
You call me crazy, the fool of the town
Just give me a kiss and I’ll do it all over again
You’re my magic, my superpower, my red cape
Just give me a kiss and I’ll do it all over again…

I have been broken time and again
Shattered and bruised, running on a limb
I could spend my life crushed and bent
But I won’t let go of this wonderful mistake

Coz you’re my magic, my superpower, my red cape
You’re my guilty pleasure, beautiful insanity
You call me crazy, the fool of the town
Just give me a kiss, just give me a kiss
You’re my magic, my superpower, my red cape
You’re my guilty pleasure, beautiful insanity
You call me crazy, the fool of the town
Just give me a kiss and I’ll do it all over again

I didn’t really like this song at first, but my ears somehow got used to its tune. She said it sounds like a theme song of a radio station. I kinda agree. It got to the point however that this song got so stuck in my head that I had to get an MP3 of it. After some quick research, I found its lyrics, which made me love the song even more. I can completely relate to the mushiness of it which tells of someone’s sacrifice for a love that’s not necessarily all pleasure. “Wonderful Mistake” was written by the band Fairground, of which no information could be gathered online except from this website.

So here it is now, for anyone who also wants to hear its entirety. Download THAT MRT SONG right here.



Filed under Life, Love