Filed under: In love or something like it
Kapag ako kinasal, ito ang tugtog.
Filed under: In love or something like it
Cancelling at the last minute a four-day vacation to a country she’s never been because she realized she’d rather spend a day in a place that’s not new, somewhere she’s always been, as long as she’s with him? She’s back to loving recklessly, baby.
Filed under: I'm channeling Brian Andreas, who's he?, you ask, and I figured you've been missing half of your life, In love or something like it, Poetry in my definition | Tags: brian andreas, michael angelo, pag-ibig, poetry
the millisecond before her feet touched the ground, she fell in love, & she’s never touched the ground again since, it’s been almost 3 years
Filed under: In love or something like it | Tags: michael angelo, pag-ibig
Hindi kasi masalita si Michael. Paborito nyang reply sa mga mahahaba’t makabagbag-damdamin kong text ay: “Ahhhh”. At nung nagsabog si Bathala ng kalambingan, nakatulog siya, napuyat dahil inumaga sa pila ng pagka-”too cool to care”.
Kinalikot ko ang Drafts folder sa celfone nya nung isang araw. Sa paligid ng mga URL ng mga websites ng ida-download nyang mga Naruto episodes, among other male things, may mga nabasa ako’t napangiti ako, at napabuntung-hininga.
Kaya pala sa tuwing magtataxi ako pauwi, hindi siya bibitaw ng tingin hanggang makaalis ako, sabay kuha ng celfone at may itetext. Matatanggap ko agad ang: “Ingat ka” o “Magtext ka pag-uwi mo.” Pero bukod dun, may iba pa pala siyang itina-type:
THY346, TWG698, TTY234, TRV976, TGX786, at iba pa, ang dami.
Ang sarap pala talaga masorpresa.
Naka-pinta ito sa dingding ng bahay ng kaibigan ko. Nasa bandang taas, malapit na sa kisame, para kailangan mong tingalain itong isa sa mga bilin sa atin ng Eraserheads.
Aba Ely, sa dinami-rami ng mga bagay na kinatatakutan ko, ehem, in fairness to me, ang umibig o ang lumuha nang dahil sa pag-ibig ay hindi isa sa mga iyon.
I fell in love with Sagada the first time I went there. The second time I went there, I fell in love even more. . . with Michael.
Filed under: In love or something like it | Tags: love, pag-ibig, PostSecret
This made my heart break and smile at the same time.
Filed under: I'm channeling Brian Andreas, who's he?, you ask, and I figured you've been missing half of your life, In love or something like it
They say, marry your best friend, but I say, no, don’t. Marry instead that person you love but can’t seem to figure out and understand. Then you’ll spend each day trying to predict and master his ways, and you’ll be pleasantly disappointed each time, coz he’s still got a lot of secrets under his sleeves. Then you’ll be thankful you didn’t marry your best friend, because really, finishing each other’s sentences every time, c’mon, that’s looks sweet alright, but after a while, honey, pwedeng wag kang masyadong makialam sa pangungusap ng may pangungusap?
Filed under: In love or something like it, Mastercard moments, if you know what I mean, Please, it's more than just a piece of celluloid
Filed under: In love or something like it, Mastercard moments, if you know what I mean, Please, it's more than just a piece of celluloid | Tags: alibata, awit, child, dong abay, dreams, film, friends, friendship, ilaya, ina, love, mom, mother, motherhood, nanay, pangarap, pelikula, UP, yano
Dear Ilaya and Awit,
Hello,—do you still use that now—I’m your mother. But I’m writing this in 2011, I’m 27, and you haven’t been born yet. (I was also going to say you haven’t even been conceived yet, but if you’re reading this before you can even spell your receive’s and conceive’s correctly, don’t be afraid to ask me baby. I’ll be thinking of the right way to answer it after I write this.) So technically, right now, you are my future child, and I’m writing this from your past.
By now I’m sure you already know why I named you Ilaya, and you, Awit. (I’m guessing it’s one of the stories I’ve been telling you over and over with the same excitement as if I’m saying it for the first time. Please say “Nanay, nakwento mo na yan!” gently, okay?) That’s supposing I really got to name you Ilaya and Awit and was not too in love and submissive to your father to actually let him dismiss my wishes. Ah love, pag-ibig. You’ll learn about it in due time, and hopefully write and paint and sing about it too, and by then, I hope we can talk about it over San Mig Light, and end it with a crisp laugh. Nasa’yo ang huling halakhak. It’s always their loss, my loves, I hope I tell you that often enough, but please do give me their full names. I’ll have them banned in as many places as my GMA7 and TV5 connections can allow. For now, I’m happy with seeing you cringe just hearing the word “love”. Please stay that way as long as you can; I don’t know enough people from NBI yet. (more…)
