Difference Between Blister Pack and Box Type

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Every time I close my eyes I see your face smiling at me.
Your loud voice echoes inside my heart for all of eternity.
The warmth of your embrace thaws my frozen heart and melts away the ice.
I thought I already knew everything until I met you and made me realize.

Now I know the difference between blister pack and box type.
Free wheel, friction, pull along now I’m here and joining the hype.
Don’t get confuse with the words because they don’t mean a thing.
The scent of your cologne went up to my head and inspired me to sing.

The way you hold my hands every time we are together brings me ecstasy.
A feeling that is unique, it’s the realization of my dream, my wildest fantasy.
Everything about you is like a page torn off of a fashion magazine.
I’m your puppet; you control my mind like Emperor Palpatine.

Tell me that you feel the same way so we could fly away from here.
Don’t worry we won’t get that far we’ll just settle somewhere near.
My heart beats like a powerful drum when we’re lying down together.
I pray to God that this day doesn’t end, let’s stay like this forever.

But somehow I knew that one day the happiness will fade away.
If only I have the answer to this puzzle so I could make you stay.
I’ve never fallen in love this way before is all I wanted you to know.
Let me caress you cheeks one more time before I let your hand go.

Pagtangis Ng Walang Luha

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Walang araw na hindi ka sumagi sa aking makitid na isipan.
Sa aking pagtulog gabigabi ikaw ang napapanaginipan.
Mga sandaling kay tamis na ating pinagsaluhan.
Ngayo'y isang mapait na alaala na pinagsisisihan.

Pinipilit kong ngumiti at dayain ang aking sarili.
Ngunit kahit anong awat kabiguan ay hindi maikubli.
Ang pagtangis ng walang luha ay isa na lamang libangan.
Dasal ko sa maykapal ay wala namang kahahantungan.

Sinusubukan kong bumangon mula sa aking pagkalugmok.
Puso kong walang tibay ay patuloy sa kanyang paghihimutok.
Payo ng karamihan ay mahalin ang sarili bago magmahal muli.
Subalit hindi nila batid ang pakiramdam ng nakababad sa pusali.

Hanggang kailan ko ba iindahin ang kirot na ayaw humupa.
Ang landas ng paglimot sayo ay patuloy ko pa ring kinakapa.
Pinagtagpi-tagping lakas ng loob ang nagtutulak na lumakad.
Makadama ng pagmamahal ang tangi ko lamang na hinahangad.

Kapag kaya ko ng muling maging masaya hihinto na ang ulan.
Baha na abot hanggang dibdib ay nakakasunog na parang kalan.
Sana may dumampot sa akin mula sa putik na nanlilimahid.
Muling patibukin ang puso kong naninigas at namamanhid.

Sa Aking Pagpikit

Saturday, December 8, 2018

Sumisirit,humihilagpos ang mga salita sa bibig ko pero di maaring bitawan.
Pipigilin,Mag-hunosdili ka kung ayaw mo na ikaw ay lubusang masaktan.
Luluha,Pupunasan na lang ang mga damdamin na karapatdapat na itali.
Sisisihin,itutulak palayo ang puso na walang alam kung hindi magkamali.

Hindi ko aaminin,magsinungaling kahit ang katotohanan ay mapagpalaya.
Hahamakin,iwasan ang mga agam-agam tungkol sakanya at ako ay magpaparaya.
Ayokong umasa,susuko na lang sapagkat ang panahon ay wala sa aking kamay.
Hihilutin,uunatin ang utak kong baluktot nang sa iba ay hindi na madamay.

Mawawalan ng ulirat,ngunit magigising sa katotohanan na hindi ka magiging akin.
Tatahimik,pero kakausapin at hahayaan ang ang nararamdaman ay tuluyang palipasin.
Hahawakan,hahablutin ang nakaraan upang matanaw ang aandap-andap na kinabukasan.
Magtatago,Iiwas sa mapupungay mong mga matang nangungusap na parang isang tulisan.

Mabibigo,malulupig ng pagibig na hindi dapat sumibol sa dibidib kong wasak.
Sasaluhin,dadamputin ang mga ngiti mo na tila mula sa kalangitan ay bumagsak.
Nahihirapan,naubusan ng mga kataga na iaalay sayo sa pamamgitan ng isang sulat.
Hangad ko lang ay mabasa mo ang mga walang saysay na talatang ito sa iyong pagmulat.

Isang Taon

Friday, November 30, 2018

Ngayong gabi nakahimlay ng payapa sa aking higaan
Sumasagi ating masasayang sandali sa’king isipan
Isang taon...
Isang taon mula ng unang nasilayan
Mula noon mga mata mo ay hindi ko maiwasang titigan

Ako’y nanghihinayang sa bawat sandali
Isang taong Kasiyahan at sigla ay idinulot mo Sakin
Aking lumuluhang mga mata
Napapalitan ng ngiti
Ika’y anghel  sa bawat araw kong Naninimdim

Bilis ng kaba sa’king dibdib aking naramdaman
Nung unang beses mo akong kausapin at titigan
Kaysarap alalahanin ng  bawat minsan
Ang aking pagibig na nadarama
Isang taon na ay wala parin kupas
Lalo pang tumitindi

Isang taon, at kahit ilang taon pa
Pangako ko ako'y sa iyo kakapit
Ano mang pagtulak, ano mang pagsubok
Walang hiyaan walang pag aalangan
Magbabalik ang bawat minsan
Ikaw ang pangarap kong bituin, ang aking pananampalataya
mananatili na sa’king mundo at hindi na lilisan
Isang taon, magpakailanpaman, mahal kita

A Ticket

Thursday, August 23, 2018

I hate being an adult.

You learn that this is not the movies. No matter how hard you try, the effort, you can end up being the bad guy. You would always lose even with the best intentions, though you are not entirely at fault, you'd lose. You become emotionless.

I used to see things in B&W. Now it’s all varying shades of grey.

Way back when, I just saw things as they are. It was plain and simple. Bad guys liked to create problems for everyone and the good guys tried to make things right. Satan was evil and God was good. Now that I’m older and perhaps a little wiser, I find that my notion of evil was so many levels removed from what is truly evil and that too much of a good thing can also be bad. The people who profess to be good also have their various interests that they want to move forward and selflessness is perhaps just a concept I studied in class. 

People are gone.

Whether they are friends or family, people are gone forever. I have a lot of good memories having been blessed with a brain that can still recollect the past. I want to go back to the time when I was young and I had everyone around me. I am glad that I can reminisce but I would rather I can give them hugs and tell them how valuable they are to me.

On being depended on…

As a kid, I just wanted to play. Whether it was contra or castlevania, whether it was playing a game of tag or hide & seek. Play was the four-letter word that was OK to say out loud without getting in trouble (unless my report card had the colour red). I have emails to answer, contracts to sign, decisions to make. From Monday to Friday, I get messages & calls and have to do meetings because people need me to. Even if I just wanted to crawl under my sheets and be dead to the world, my adult conscience won’t let me.  I want to say it sucks to be me but I can imagine millions more out there have suckier lives and so come Monday morning, my alarm clock will wake me up at the appointed time and I have to experience the drudgery of adult life.

Can I just unlearn?

Ignorance is bliss. My curious mind has definitely killed the kitten inside me. There are things that I cannot unsee and things that I cannot unlearn. Knowing certain things makes you presume things and kills excitement. It makes you plan for contingencies. It makes you cynical. Which brings me to…

I have forgotten how to puppy love.

Do you remember how you’d fall madly in love back in middle school? The type of intoxicating love that grabs hold of you and lets you think that with just love, everything will be alright? The type of love where you push yourself and exert so much effort to get the affection of your one true love? As an adult, I cannot experience this again with so many factors that I have to consider such as family, backgrounds, culture, and many more. I was told that I should use my head and not my heart and unfortunately, ignoring my heart must have caused it to malfunction as I can’t make it work in the same way as when I was younger. I have always said that the kind of love you experience when you’re young is much purer as compared to the diluted love you experience as an adult.

But life goes on…

I want to turn back time to the years when life was fun. When life had more meaning. When life meant waking up to awesome Saturday morning cartoons and having McDonald’s shakes. When life was waiting for your crush down the hall just so you can catch a whiff of their hair and try to guess the shampoo they used. When life afforded me the chance to go home and have family dinners with my entire family. It sucks to be an adult burdened with the monotony of the daily grind, superficial materialism and living up to social standards that benefit others more than they benefit me. But such is life and such are the chains that bind me and hold me down though there is always tomorrow and with each dawn comes a new hope.

Ulol

Wednesday, July 25, 2018




Mayroong kuto sa mata, ang tatay mo punkista

May tsokolate, bulate

May sandwich sa ilong, sing haba ng talong...

Sa lupa nanggaling at doon din babalik, halik- halik ang rosaryong nakasukbit sa leeg niyang puno ng sugat.

Iiyak- iiyak, tutulo ang luhang sing pait nang apdo na susunog sa iyong lalamunan.

Oh..saan? saan ba ang katarungan? Ang buhay niya ay pinagkaitan.

Pinagkaitan nang mga pangakong hindi man lamang naitatag.


Mga pangakong lumutang, mga nangakong sinilaw siya sa kinang nang alapaap

Hanggang sa siya ay nahulog at nalugmok sa lupang natuyo

Na hindi man lamang nadiligan nang mga kinang nang butil nang ulan.

Hindi na siya makatayo, unit unti nang naaagnas ang kaniyang pagkataong matagal na ring pinatigas nang panahon.

Kasabay nito ang unti- unting pagpanaw nang mga ilaw sa kalsadang hindi man lamang siya tinatanaw.

Namulat nang may dusa, tumayo sa dusa at gumapang sa dusa ngayon ay isa na siyang dusta.

Kumapit sa kung ano- ano, umasa sa mga bagay na hindi siya inasahan.

Nasira pati pag asang marating ang rurok nang kaligayahan.

Tuluyan nang nawala kinalimutan ang sarili.

Isa siyang ulol, ulol sa isang bituin na hindi man lamang siya tinanaw, tanging hangad ay kuminang.