The Little Red Book's Best of 2009.

I just wanted to make a Best Of 2009 - The Little Red Book entry. :] I have been writing for more than 5 years now! Gosh! :D I have to get these pieces published. haha. :)) any one wanna sponsor me? :P anyway...
Here are The Nominees for the Best Piece of 2009.
The Envelope, Thank You. Drum Roll Please...
Here are the Top 15 pieces in 2009 for The Little Red Book!

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1. Sayang, Ika'y Nagpaalam Kaibigan. - 71 Views
2. Drop The Paddle. - 63 Views
3. Young Love. - 39 Views
4. Secret Lives. - 38 Views
5. Proximity. - 38 Views
6. Red Streaks/Eclipse. - 30 Views
7. Fruits/Vegetables. - 22 Views
8. Next. Part Trois. - 22 Views
   
9. The Debutante's Friend. - 20 Views
   
10. The Ballroom Confessions. - 20 Views
    
11. Silent Reverie. - 20 Views
12. Ang Lakas ng Ulan. - 19 Views
    
13. Green Turtleneck. - 18 Views
    
14. On Uncharted Waters. - 16 Views
    
15. The Two Letters. - 16 Views
    

some runner-ups were:

• Cover Me.
• Body Double.
• A Flowerbed In Chicago.
• Next. Part Deux.
• Comp.Li.Cated.

I've garnered 2,263 views in over 28 countries! :D ofcourse, most of my readers are from the Philippines! Syempre naman, Pinoy is for Pinoy. :] Salamat Kababayan! Here are the top 15 Countries.

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1. Philippines
2. United States
3. Brazil
4. Canada
5. United Kingdom
6. India
7. Guam
8. Czech Republic
9. Australia
10. Japan
11. Netherlands
12. Finland
13. Morocco
14. Russia
15. Malaysia

I want to thank everyone who's read and supported The Little Red Book. I also want to thank Blogspot for hosting my site. It's been up for 2 years now! :D I also want to thank Google Analytics for the Data. 5 years and I'm still going at it. :P I Thank God for giving me the skill and gift of writing, I wouldn't be Migs without my words. :)) I thank everyone who has given me the inspiration to write this pieces and make these stories. :] I thank you with all my heart. :D

I will never stop writing, even if It kills me. :D
Look out for more in 2010.

This Is My Little Red Book.
It's Life On Paper.
Read On. Read Loud.

~ Migs.Miggy.Maskinao

Last Christmas.

It was the eve of Christmas. Everyone was in the mood for merry making and cheer.

The streets were filled with lights, sounds and happiness. You can feel it in the air, the love and laughter of everyone. It was a nostalgic feeling. It was infectious, It was priceless. You can hear Christmas songs blaring from the neighbor's radio, the nearby Church calling for the Dawn Mass, and the chatter of passersby. The cool wind was blowing softly and sweetly, it was a rare weather in the Philippines where it was usually hot and humid.

Everyone was busy doing their own thing; one was watching Christmas shows on TV, some were busy preparing the Midnight feast, and another was busy sending SMS messages, making last-minute business deals. He, on the other hand, was on a mission, staring at himself in the mirror, sighing deeply from the butterflies inside his stomach. He felt he was going to suffocate, the anxiety was killing him. He only had five minutes to fulfill the mission, only had five minutes to make this right.

4 Minutes and 30 Seconds left. He silently went down and scanned the area. The coast was clear. They were all engrossed with their own activities, completely oblivious of their surroundings. Now was the perfect chance to escape. His heart was pounding. He was sweating like it was 90 degrees. He heaved a sigh and nodded. Let's Go. He slowly made his way to the door, appearing as if he was just going to get something outside. The moment the door closed, he ran like hell.

He was out, he was free, for now. He knew perfectly well that he only had a small window of time that they wouldn't notice him gone. He had to move quick. He had to reach Paseo as fast as possible, and walking approximately 5 kilometers in a minute was like graduating from College in a week. And to find a ride at this ungodly hour was almost impossible. Everyone in town was at home waiting for 12am to strike. How in the world can I get there, he asked himself, running aimlessly, hoping to find an answer ahead.

Up ahead, down the street, there were flashing lights coming towards him. Lo and Behold, It was a Public Utility Tricycle. He waved wildly and blocked the Tricycle's path. The vehicle's brakes screeched, stopping at its tracks and almost running over him. He asked (rather commanded) the man to take him to Paseo quick, getting inside without even confirming the service. The drive gave him a confused look, and said that he was not for hire tonight for he was on his way home. He clasped his hands together and begged, "Please, It's an emergency". The Man agreed, but asked for a fare increase. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Just Go Go Go", prodding the man to put the pedal to the metal and drive.

3 minutes left. The tricycle was going so fast it could fly. The streets were clear, only a few vehicles were on the road. The Lights from houses and lampposts were making him dizzy, It felt like he was sucked into a vortex of endless light. He clutched a wrapped book, it was a gift he bought for her. It was a Photography book, something she was interested in. He wanted to buy her the best Christmas gift, but "I guess the best gifts aren't bought", he thought to himself. He gave the present a last look, checking for anything ripped or damaged at the seams.

30 seconds. He arrived, and just in the nick of time. He got off and told the driver to wait. She got off a Honda CR-V, wearing a simple shirt, black shorts, and the most beautiful smile. He sighed deeply as he ran towards her. He was going to have a heart attack from the pressure and the happiness. His heart wanted to cherish the moment, but his mind keeps telling him to hurry up. He might be a dead man when he gets home because of this, but he didn't care. He needed this. He stopped in front of her, handed her the gift, greeted her a Happy Christmas and just quickly turned his back and ran to the tricycle awaiting him. He wanted to say so many things to her, He wanted to hug and kiss her, hold her hand and just be with her. He wanted more time, but time wasn't on his side that night.

He got home. He paid and thanked the man and bid him a Happy Christmas. The guy looked at him with a smile, as if to tease him about the scene a while ago. He reciprocated the sentiments and drove off. He sighed, Here Goes, as he entered his home, prepared for the worst to come.

but It didn't matter. None of It ever did.

Just seeing her that night made his Christmas extra special.

Well, Of course, that was Last Christmas, back in 2008.

He didn't see her at all in 2009.

Based On A True Story.

Hello, 2010.

Repeat Offender.

You've done it once, now you've done it twice.

Guess you never learn from your mistakes.

What were you thinking? Were you Thinking?

Didn't you know the consequence of such actions,

Or you thought of them as mere coincidence?

You had the warnings written all around you.

Were you blinded by the promises he made?

Or were you just really blinded by "fate"?

You've made things a whole lot worse for everybody,

You're inconsiderate, you've failed everybody.

You Ultimately failed yourself.

Who knows if you'll get up now, who knows what will happen.

I don't even know who you are right now, Or why this keeps on happening.

You're not stupid, I know. You're not dumb.

but by what you did, i might just have to think you over.

You're not cruel, no. Not at all,

but by what you did (again), you killed him a thousand times more.

I pity the one who cares for you.

He did what he could to set your path straight.

He did what he had to do, but you keep on going sideways.

Repeat Offender,

put your hands behind your head and step away.

You've got the right to remain silent,

your reasons and excuses will fall on deaf ears.

It's a force of habit, a crime of passion,

We'll search the place and we don't need your permission.

We've got the evidence, growing right there inside of you.

This clearly isn't the work of the Divine, No Sir, It is not.

You've done it Once, now you've done it Twice.

I can't believe what i'm seeing with my own two eyes.

Silent Reverie.

To thee I love so dearly,
My feelings of passion I do not hide, nor do I mince words to tell.
Rather, I tell it for what it's worth.
For in real words, I show my affection.
Through tender touch of hands and souls,
through conversations, poetry and prose.
For m'lady does not say what she feels,

rather, keeps it to herself, hidden and locked away safe.

I offered myself unto thee, as others also did,

to fight for the honor of your hand.

The Battle lasted for months and years,

through coldest days and sleepless nights.

And though it is not over, The Battle, I myself had lost.

I lost the will to fight, for it had been for naught.

All futile, all seemingly pointless and endless.

I lost faith in what i fought for.

Other Soldiers will fight for you, m'lady,

but not I. Not anymore.

I do not see myself fitting in an Army,

each one of us vying for your choice,

Fighting for your attention, care and affection.

This Love for so unrequited, spun around by situations and fate,

Hath been exhausted by all means.

I gave you attention so undivided, I gave you everything you ever wanted.

Unwittingly frail and gullible was I to believe that this feeling will be reciprocated.

Worlds and Angels will speak of truth,

As Men only speak of conquered nations and riches.

I bear no regrets, bitterness, or sorrow,

As I bid you, m'lady,

This Silent Reverie,

This last goodbye.

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*well, goodbye. :P
and good riddance.*

The Two Letters.

I'm heading home, riding this tricycle,
when I happen to gaze up the night sky.
I remember you and I begin to smile.
I miss the times we spent together,
the mischief, the stories, the laughter,
just being next to each other.
You make me feel so good when you're around.
You draw my attention without making a single sound.

I don't know why you have this effect on me,
You make me happy without even doing anything.
I can just stare the whole day and be satisfied,
I can just talk to you the whole day and won't even get tired.
I'm jealous when other people treat you special,
I'm jealous when they call you by the nickname i gave you.
I feel so angry when you're angry,
I feel so down when you're sad.

You're simple yet special,
You're humble yet smart,
You're unassuming yet pretty,
You're something different.

I sigh, I get off the ride.
How I wish I could be with you tonight,
to see these lights and sounds around me right now.
How I wish I could stay with you,
lay down the grass and watch the night unfold.
I'd kiss your forehead and bid you goodnight,
kiss you once more and hug you so tight.

I nod my head,
I must be dreaming again.
I cannot muster the words to tell you this,
I cannot even say what I really feel.
I'm Scared.

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* fiction...
* wrong decisions. confusion.

Body Double.

I was walking down the street hurriedly,
as I was running late, when I saw a familiar face.
There was some girl that looked like you walking ahead of me,
but she was just a little bit thinner.
Her hair flowed like yours, Her eyes just a little bit bigger.
She had complexion just like yours, a bit taller, but I couldn't really tell,
I haven't seen you for such a long time now.

Turns out, we were headed in the same direction.
She also rode the same ride i took and even sat beside me.
I was trying hard not to look, even trying harder not to stare,
but with each lash of the wind, I catch the scent of her hair.

I find my self thinking, but I quickly stop myself.
If not ignored, these thoughts I have will stay for sure.
I try to deviate my attention, I look out unto the streets.
But I'm like a moth to the flame, I get so easily lured.
I'm back again unconsciously staring at you, watching your every move.
Trying not to get caught, I manage a few glimpse here and there.
Suddenly our eye paths cross and pause for a split second, and we quickly turn away.

***

She was looking at me too,
I was sure of it.

***

My heart was beating five times faster. I didn't know what to do.
The fact that she's inches away from me makes me shiver.
And slowly, she's edging nearer and nearer.
Why? I ask myself. Confused by her the sudden actions.
She closed the gap in between us. And I cannot speak.
I can feel her shoulder on mine, maybe just even a graze would suffice.
I get goosebumps. Just the feeling of her touch made all the difference.
She looks like the real thing.
She feels like the real thing.
She looks like you.
She feels like you.
I wish she was You.

In that moment,
I felt again what I thought I lost a long time ago.
The feeling of you near me.
That feeling of such peace and satisfaction,
The feeling of pure happiness.
I await for you to come again,
and maybe next time you won't be such a mystery.

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*Proximity (Part Deux)

Proximity.

The fact that you're in the same proximity as I am makes me shiver.
It makes my heart beat five times faster.
My Hands, they begin to Freeze,
and my Eyes are moving in all directions.
I'm watching your every step as you move closer to me.

The fact that you're inches away makes me shiver,
It makes the hairs on my skin stand on the end.
I'm Nerve-Wracked and Impatient.
I'm excited by the way you speak.
You're irresistible, I can barely talk.
I can barely breathe.
My eyes are locked unto you.
There's no escape and I begin to panic.

The effect you have on me is like Gravity,
You pull me closer and closer to you.
I can't stop, I can never stop.
I can't resist the attraction.
My senses are dull,
my mind is numbed.
You're everything that fills my head.
My Logic and Intellect are gone,
I'm left senseless and dumb.

The fact that you're in the same proximity as I am makes me shiver.
You make my heart beat five times faster.

On Uncharted Waters.

On uncharted waters, I sail alone.

To which direction, I do not know.
I have gone many places,

but there is no place I call home.
I seem to be sailing aimlessly,
Wandering over murky depths of oceans and seas.
Hoping that I'd find my homeland,
The homeland I now lost, but once found.

The morning sun awakens

and greets me with his blue skies,
but realizes that his light did not shine on me.
He asks why darkness fills my heart, to which I reply:

"I have been cast away from my homeland

and I have been searching high and low.
Under every rock, every speck of sand and snow.
In every beautiful Island, I have tried to stay,
but It cannot appease my longing for my own in any way."

He drew near, whispers in my ear and tells me:
"Trouble not yourself with doubt and discouragement,
You may not find it now, but in this world nothing is certain.

I give you this Compass, It will point to where you must go.

Chase that dream until you find it."

The moon gleams over me during Nightfall.
She looks at me intently and tells:
"You are the Captain, the First Mate, and the Crew,
But how are you going to survive the coming days
when there is no one to look after you?"

I look up to her, and cried out in despair,
"This Ship might be filled with hundreds of people to help,
But I only need one to fill up this empty vessel."

She laid eyes upon my Ship, and reacted with much disgust.
"You cannot carry more than one person on deck,
you cannot carry that thing even if you find It.
Your small Ship would surely break apart,
For you both, on your Ship, would not fit."

"Here, take this piece of wood, and set it to the waters.
It will be your Ship that will take you to where you must go.
It will be strong enough to weather the strongest waves and storms.
Journey forth into the open seas, find what your heart desires."

With that, I set out with high hopes, Looking forward to the near future.
With Compass in hand and new vehicle on foot, I speed away.
On to my Journey, I shall not bend,
I cast my sail to the highest mast,
calling to the winds for their air to lend.

"I sing to the winds, blow high and strong!
Guide me to where I once belonged,
For satisfied, I am not, On this temporary refuge.
Take me to where I must be, and let me stay there for good."

It took Years and Months, And I never stopped.
Then one day The Compass clocked, ticked and disappeared.
I Found the place, the real shore.
It was right in front of me, and now I'm sure.
I found again what was lost, what was rightfully mine.
I could not speak, not a single line.
The feeling was priceless, It was like heaven.
There I was standing, In awe of it all,
I'm home, I found what i was looking for.

Ang Lakas Ng Ulan.

*freestyle.

Ang lakas ng ulan.
Di ko malaman kung ano itong nararamdaman.
Pagkalungkot, Pagkatuwa, may uting Yabang.
Nakayanan ko palang itago ang lahat,
Nakayanan kong pigilin ang sarili, ang puso.

Nagwawala ang hangin,
napakalakas nitong bagyo, di ko na marining ang mga tunog.
Kumikidlat, Bumabaha, Galit ang Langit.
Para bang may gustong iparating. Para bang may gustong sabihin.
Pero ako'y nanahimik lamang, tatahimik na lamang.

Ang lakas ng ulan,
di ko na namalayan, unti unti na pala akong tinatangay,
nawalan na ako ng pakiramdam, namanhid.
Unti unti na akong inaalon ng tubig.
Ngunit di ako gumagalaw, hayaan na lamang,
dalhin nalang ako kung saan man dumating.

Lahat ng ito,
nangyayari sa loob ng aking Isipan at puso,
habang sa labas ako'y payapa, masaya at maligalig.
Nakatago sa likod ng aking pagkatao. Nakatago sa likod ng anino.
Ang bagyo sa aking damdamin, Di na tumigil pa, Di na humupa ang baha.
Di na ako uulit pa, Hindi na.

Nakalimutan ko na ang pakiramdam,
Pakiramdam na dati lubos sa saya.
Inalon na ng tubig ang aking puso't kaluluwa.
Di na ulit babalik, Di na ako lalayag upang hanapin ka pa.
Ika'y lumisan na, kinain na ng aking ala-ala.

Ang Lakas ng Ulan.
Kasing Lakas ng Agos ng aking mga Luha.

Young Love.

It was 8:00 pm. Dinnertime was over. The dishes were done, the Tables were clean and everything was in its right place. Everyone was either watching TV or minding their own business. While I, on the other hand, was busy trying to sneak out, trying to quietly close the door so no one would hear. My heart was pounding so loud my own ears could hear it, my hands were trembling nervously as I held the knob and closed the door behind me. At that instant, I jumped over the fence and ran as far as my feet could take me. I knew I was going to get in trouble, but I didn't care, It was too late to turn back anyway.

I was running towards our meeting place, that park behind her house. My foot treads and my heart was thumping in unison. The moon seemed to be following me, looking at me, as if blessing me on my daring deed. The stars were nodding with approval and support, cheering me on. The winds were calm, and the trees swaying to the gentle breeze. The road was empty, and so was my heart. I needed to see her tonight, there wasn't any time better than tonight. My heart was aching for a glimpse, even just for a second. I was racing towards the park, holding on to her promise she'd be there.

I arrive. The lamppost was glowing red, reminiscent of the red sun. I catch my breath for a second, let Oxygen catch up with me. Wiping the sweat off my brow, I was Trying to calm down. Where could she be? What's taking her too long? I was trying to be patient, even if I know they could be looking for me any second now. Then I heard footsteps. From the shadows I find someone walking on the stone pathway behind me. I knew that face. Without warning, we ran towards each other and clutched each others' waists. We kissed like we'll never see each other again. That minute felt like eternity, an eternity where I'd like to stay in. I lift her and spin her around, and kiss her once more. With her touching my face, it melted the anger in my heart. My prepared sermon was reduced to saying "I love you. I'm sorry". I felt her tears touching my cheeks, as she reciprocated the same words. It was perfection, a glimpse of heaven in my arms. But my stay in heaven was going to be cut short.

Someone was shouting her name, frantically running towards us. "Who is that you're with? Get back here this instant!" It was her grandmother. This was not a beautiful sight. No warm welcomes and pleasantries. Without warning, we ran. We ran away from her, laughing. Laughing at our foolishness, laughing at her at the same time. Reckless at it may seem, we didn't care. We ran even though we know we'll get in trouble. We ran away from Logic, We ran from away from Walls. We ran away from the world. It was only she and Me. Nobody else.

Looking back, Young Love was so good. Where age didn't matter, where money or social status was no object, where priorities were not necessary, where time was abundant, where friendship was the cornerstone, and. where gossip was nowhere to be heard.

Where it was all about Love.
Nothing else. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Next. Part Trois.

Tuesday, 28th of July, 2009.
I was sick since Saturday and didn't attend school until Wednesday. Turns out, Theology week was around the corner, and I was nominated by the 2COE1 class of THEO03 to be the Essay Writing Contest Representative. I was very flattered, of course, and very surprised to know that they knew I "wrote stuff". I was going to defend my "title(?)" as "Essay Writing Contest Winner" (WTF, that sounded lame). As soon as I got back to school, July 30th, I asked Ma'am Clarence about it. And I was given the Theme:

"Dominikanong Pinunong Lingkod:
Tagapagpalaganap ng Katotohanan at Kapayapaan sa Sang Katauhan."

Yeah. Letran loves this Tagalog thingy-s. Another WTF! moment. Like I did before, I began deconstructing and reconstructing the statement and translated it into English.
So, my closest translation was:

"The Dominican Servant-Leader:
Herald of Truth and Peace to (Humanity/Society/Mankind)"

So there. I started working on it. It is by far, the HARDEST piece to write about. I cannot elaborate it much, for it is already self-explanatory (and the typical "giving examples" isn't really my style). So, i made a critique of it. I emphasized the role of a Leader in current Society and current events. And also, that a LEADER should be a SERVANT. I learned in THEO2 that Jesus was a King, yet he Served! He was a Leader, but he Followed. I didn't care about the Dominican thing much, as it isn't really important in my opinion. Anyone, regardless of Religious Sect, Race or Gender, should understand their roles as Leaders and Servants.

The Essay was on Tuesday, August 11, and I was not really ready for it. I sat and wrote, two whole pages, but it still wasn't enough. Turns out, there was a unwritten rule that you can only have 2 papers, but I contested that It was not written in the Mechanics and that a writer should be "free" on how long he wants to express his Ideals. I convinced them and let me continue on another paper. I had the longest essay in the Contest, I was the only one who had multiple papers. The Latter part of my Essay kinda broke down, i was writing in circles and repeated too many cheezy "Pro-Letran" statements. (*ugh*)

I recieved word about the Awarding Ceremonies on Thursday, August 13, but I wasn't able to attend (probably I was too busy hanging out with friends). I just planned to ask one of the Professors next time. I was hanging 'round ICST building (harrasing passers-by), when i saw Ma'am Maningas, my THEO2 Professor. I asked her about the contest and told me (she thinks) I won. But I checked the Posts and asked around, there wasn't any proof yet.

So Friday, August 19, I asked Ma'am Clarence about it. And Yes, I Won. I Won... Second Place. I was quite surprised i won but dismayed that I didn't achieve three consecutive wins. I recieved an Envelope with something in it. I was even more surprised and dismayed when i found out what was inside. A small box of assorted mini school supplies, a magic pencil (if you grew up in the Philippines, you probably know what that is) and 3 colored pentel pens.

Yes, another WTF! moment. Honestly, i felt kinda insulted, as i think i deserve even just a certificate. I was not after money or anything, but i just wanted some proof that i entered this contest and won second place. Maybe it was even better if they gave me nothing at all. I'm not being a primma donna, i know i should be thankful, but knowing how much heart and soul i pour in every piece i write, it just feels it wasn't worth the effort. Well, life's like that.

I still hope there will be a Next. Part Quatre, though.
I'll never stop, Coz I can never stop.

Past. AAM.
Present. Letran.
Next. The World (still dreaming.)

See Ya 'round.

*Thanks to EVERYONE who gave their support and prayers and to those who believe and STILL believe in ME. I LOVE Y'ALL. PEAYCE.*

~Migs.Miggy.

Trial By Fire.

Run, We Run.
Never gonna look back,
Never gonna Stop.
Run, as fast as we can.
Running from each other.
Running from ourselves again.

We're the ones who stay away,
but we're the ones who get hurt.
We're the ones who set the flame,
but we're the ones who get burned.

In this Trial by Fire,
the plans have backfired,
the tables have turned.
We try to hurt the ones we love,
but end up hurting ourselves more.

We put some space between us,
this distance is what we need.
If I stay with you,
My heart will just bleed.

* I can't write anymore.
I've been stuck at this piece for so long that I've given up.
This is a Trial by Fire. All that's left to do is burn.*

Three's A Crowd.

They're all lined up, one by one.
They're making it fast, getting it done.
I'm up next, i was third in line.
After waiting for so long, fin'ly it's my time.

I've got the requirements, I made the grade,
I've got the patience, now it's time to play.
I've dreamt about this, thought I'd get the job,
But when i was about to go in, the red lights told me to stop.

Figures that, for a one-slot job, the two ahead of me got in.
They didn't have the requirements needed,
but chances of me also getting in is slim.
Their interviews didn't sound impressive,
they didn't say/do anything.
they just smiled, winked and sweet-talked the Boss,
the next thing i knew they were hired.

Wait, we gotta hold the line,
the Clerk told us to come back some other time.
When there will be openings or when they need something, they'll call.
Don't worry, she said,
They'll get by the dozens when the Company needs an overhaul.

Went home to ease my weary mind,
Dream job, chance of a lifetime.
Blew it because i was late,
Blew it because i didn't arrive as early as they did.
Third in line, A Third of a time.
Thinking maybe the Job's not for me, some consolation.
but i really wanted to hear their cheers and congratulations.

Days later,
Criticism and Review of their performace came in.
Employee 2 isn't working as hard as he seems,
Employee 1 was always absent, always missing.
But both were always at the top of the Boss' list.
Guess there's always favorites at this Industry i work in,
Guess there's no use of competing.

Wishful Employee 3, by the name of Me,
was somewhere lost along the lines.
Losing his touch and his class,
at the point of almost giving up.
Unemployed and unappreciated,
looks like his fortune's faded.

Three's a crowd, and they're all endowed
with the tools of the trade, any of them can make the grade.
But i guess things are on a first come, first served basis,
In this kind of Industry, there's no use in fighting.

Fruits/Vegetables.

He passes by our store everyday,
buying our vegetables.

I pass by that store everyday,
buying their fruits.

I think he's on an errand from his mom,
so she could cook their food.
He always has a list with him.

I'd always wish that my mom
would send me on an errand,
so I'd get a chance to see her.

He rides on his shiny red bicycle.
He's always dressed simple, but nice.
I think he lives nearby.

I hope she gets impressed with my bike
I hope she notices my new clothes.

He doesn't smile much, he manages a few words,
Asks how much, how many and just pays.
He doesn't even greet nor say Hi.

She always smiles, I like the way she talks,
I'm tongue-tied, so i don't talk much.
I don't know what to say, I can't even say Hi.

He just picks his fruits and rides off,
I'm always waiting for him
just to say thank you or a simple goodbye.

I'm too nervous to look at her.
I just catch a glimpse of her and ride off,
I manage to breathe a silent goodbye.

I wonder what's his name?
Where does he study and how old he is?
I wonder who he Is,
What's he like or where he lives?

I wonder what's her name?
Where did she study and how old she is?
I wonder who she really is,
What's she like and where she lives?

He's always on the go,
He always looks busy
I wish he'd stop and just talk to me.

She's always busy,
attending to many customers,
I wish she could stop so i could talk to her,

I want to know him more,
more than just a stranger,

more that just a buyer.
I want to know his name.
I want to be his friend,
Or maybe something more.

I want to know her more,
more than just a stranger,
more than just a seller.
I want to know her name.
I want to be her friend,
Or maybe something more.

Sometimes,
I'd intentionally brush his hand
when i hand him loose change.
It makes me feel good.
It makes my heart sing.

Sometimes,
She accidentally brushes my hand,
It makes me weak.
It makes my heart float.

There are times he'd actually look at me,
but he looks quickly away.
Maybe he noticed that I was looking at him.

Sometimes I'd take a peek at her face,
but quickly I turn away,
I'm scared she might notice.

But sometimes he doesn't come,
I wonder, where could have he gone?
All these fruits I reserved for him will spoil,
But I'll patiently wait till he comes.

Sometimes I can't pass by her little store,
When I'm away or when there's a storm.
I'd miss the chance to see her,
I always wonder how she's doing.

I wonder if he'd ask about me,
or sometimes think about me?
Even for just a little while,
and maybe he'd see,
that i like him and I hope he likes me.

Is she thinking of me?
even for just a little while?
Even for just for a moment,
I hope she realizes,
That i like her, and I hope she likes me.

Based On A True Story.
*updated: 01/15/10*

/brl

Red Streaks/Eclipse.

The early sunrise rose, and by that, the cat awoke.

Yawning lazily, red beautiful streaks color the sky.

Walked up a platform to greet the morning,

What a beautiful day, thought the cat,

looking over to the house below.

The smell of the wind was light,

and something new came over everything.

The dawning of a new chapter has come,

where all the wrongs could be undone.

A new beginning, a new day & a new life,

And maybe a new reason to live.

The morning was loved, celebrated, and cherished, giving new light and hope.

But under the clouds there rose, The Moon with jealous eyes and a heart of stone.

She watched the Sun dancing in the heavens, with his rays lighting up the world.

She felt neglected, unloved and unwanted,

and swore revenge on the Sun who stole her audience.

She devised a plan to steal his precious sun rays,

and bring light upon herself on dark days.

She turned his eyes upon the earth, and saw the cat above the house.

She wanted to use the feline to get revenge, and take the Sun's light out.

She drew near him and asked for help, telling the cat that she cannot walk properly.

That she needed someone to pull a rope, for her to get to her property.

Pure in heart the cat was, he obliged.

He pulled the rope the help the moon,

until she arrives to where she resides.

Further and further he treads,

pulling the rope behind his head,

Nearer and nearer the Moon drew to the Sun,

It won't be long before the sun's rays be gone.

Finally, reaching her destination,

the Moon stepped in front of the Sun.

She wore his rays as her crown,

now Eclipse has come and Sunlight cannot be found.

darkness was all around, and no one can see,

the Sun's beauty was dead and the red streaks disappeared.

the sunlight that was once warm and bright,

now just a memory of the once beautiful red light.

***

While every word seems to be made true,

Remember that every lie was also made exactly for you.

Fabricated to the last word,

These sounds are made to deceive even the wisest of men,

made to make even the strongest trees bend.

~ Maskinao

Cover Me.

"In a poem, Me isn't always pertaining to the author directly; rather, he places himself in a person, either fictional or non-fictional, who experienced this situation."

- Maskinao

Cover me,

with your hands, with your grace,

Hold me close and touch my face.

Cover me with your love,
make me feel the warmth of more than a thousand suns.
You'll never have to go away.
Cover me, with your smiles, with your diamond eyes,
with every bit of blue sky there is in heaven.
Over me, over there.
I'll take you anywhere you want to go,
Over hills or mountains, we'll run away from it all.

Run away with me,

from the lights, from the sounds,
we'll pack our things and leave town.
We won't have to think of what they think about us,
We'll live a fairytale wherein we're the heroes,
I'll be the poor peasant and you'll be the princess,
and we'll fall so deeply in love and ever so restless.

Wait, hold on to me,

Don't haste, don't let go.
You're losing faith, from your tears, you show.

We scream and we fight, we cry and we fall.

We stand but we stumble.

You refuse to listen, My reasons you'll never know.

I refuse to understand,

Your pride you won't let go.

Cover Me,

with tears from your eyes,

with hurtful words and white lies.

You tell me, all you want to say.

You shut the the door and walk away.

I stand here, empty and dismayed,

Rain pouring in the beautiful month of May.

Over You, I'll never be.

Over seas and countries,

It's you I'll never see.
Over years and Eras,

It's still with you I'd rather be.

I Remember the times you lied with me,

on the grass, on the floor, on the table, and behind that door.

remembering the times we danced in the rain,

and we acted like we were drunk and insane.

Where are you?

Who are you?

It feels i barely even know.
that person who made me smile the sweetest smile,
and made me feel like i was the luckiest guy.

A May-day Mayday.

Three-tenths of a second. A little out of my mind.
Three weeks and a day, died before the age of nine.
Still the same feeling filled him up, everyday.
Finally dying, in this beautiful month of May.
The siren sounds, and the ambulance came.
The police, the government was all over the place.
Came to carry me out, came to rescue him.
Distress was sent out to the local stations,
but no one answered the call.

In the emergency room, they try to revive him.
every sound of his pulse, weaker and weaker it goes.
Fighting spirit's gone, breathing's undone,
his eyes were shut, and heart's dead.
The poison's seeping in, he's given up.
His hands opened up, and there in his hands lay a piece of paper
he's been holding on to since his collapse.

It said:
"Never was a day, without the thought of thee,
it neared a decade of longing for thee, whence thee never came.
Thy promise of return, i could wait longer no more,
This spirit gave up, and it is all o'er.
Farewell, to thee, spirit will depart."

The lifeline went dead at the sound of the last heartbeat.
The lights went out, the signals stopped.
his waiting has ended, and his soul laid to rest.
All wept in despair, as they covered the body in immaculate cloth.
A moment of silence. A moment of death.

Goodbye, dear boy.
Nine years spent wisely.

Secret Lives.

*freestyle

He's the quiet one,
working all alone by himself, never saying a word.
He's the silent type.
Introvert, a mysterious aura covers him whole.
What could he be thinking, I wonder.
What could be running through his head,
Is this all that he ever did?

He goes home.
Shedding off every inch of mystery he has shown.
A totally different individual when no one sees,
the once quiet boy we knew Isn't altogether silent.
He gets his powder, starts to shake and take it all inside.
Hunger pangs he cannot take.
He's addicted, and we never knew, never noticed.
We all got our secret lives,
It's all up to us to step out of it.

She's the top chick, top flick.
Beauty, Brains and Heart, oh is there you're asking for?
She makes all the heads turn, she's every teen boy's dream.
The high school sweetheart, the campus track star.
What could she be thinking, I wonder.
What could be running through her head?
Is she really this perfect?

It's Midnight. They're all asleep, all sleeping tight.
But she's not. she's wide awake
and with hunger pangs she can't take.
She sneaked out of her room,
headed towards the basement.
Looking for her fix, she starts to tremble and drink it all up.
Alcohol calms her down, more and more until she drowns.
The perfect lady isn't all that it seems,
She's a drunk and we never knew, never noticed.
We all got our secret lives,
It's all up to us to step out of it.

We all pretend to be okay.
We're living lives different during the day.
We're living all under a big, black shadow,
We all want to be accepted.
We all got our secret lives,
It's all up to us to step out of it.
It's all up to us to step out of it and share it.

Drop The Paddle.

Fraternities and Sororities.
They promise brotherhood/sisterhood, discipline, service and friendship. They promise to help one another at times of need, to be there to turn to when in hardships, to support each other in their endeavors. These are their common promises and ethos. Most Sororities branch out from fraternities, thus making them their female counterparts. They say they do medical missions, livelihood and outreach projects. So it seems.

Sounds great, right? But what's the catch? What does it take to be in this "brotherhood/sisterhood"? Well, let's start with the Fraternities. Most fraternities have initiation rites before you can join their "exclusive" group. First, you have to do EVERYTHING the Frat Masters/Leaders tells you, even if it embarrasses you or makes you commit crimes. Next, you have to pledge your undying loyalty to them even if you don't really know who they are. This includes giving up everything they want you to give, and even destroying their enemies, the other fraternities. Ultimately, they have to "discipline" you, force you into complete submission. This is usually done by Paddling - hitting your thighs with a great paddle until it turns violet and until it bleeds. This is to show "loyalty" to the Fraternity and to show that you are ready to remain in the club in good times or in bad. Now let's venture on the initiations for the ladies. It's quite the same actually, but with a wild twist at the end: RAPE. Their final initiations are to be gang-raped by common upper fratmen and leaders. This is to signify their "complete and utter submission" to the Sorority.

Is this brotherhood? Is this what true friendship is all about? Paddling? Gang-rape? Is this what they promised, what they had planned? I have friends who joined fraternities, and have even proudly shown their "initiation marks". It makes me sick, it makes me really really sick. To think these Fraternities/Sororities even have ethos and by-laws, but they allow this things to happen. Of course, it's an open secret that these things are being practiced. I asked one of those friends if they really allow females to be raped and he responded affirmatively, stating that he has female friends that have undergone such initiation. To add up, there have been recorded deaths by flagellation because of paddling and hazing. Or worse - murder because of turning their backs on the fraternity. There have been frat wars because of the most petty arguments, misunderstandings, or just for plain-old trouble-making.

What's the point of joining a group that doesn't respect you? What's the essence of a friendship that comes with a price? I think Fraternities and Sororities are some of the most non-sensible organizations in this world. They think it's cool and safe to be in a Fraternity/Sorority, but to tell you the truth, they even put themselves in a more dangerous position. We don't need to push somebody to the limit just to know if they are loyal, it's up to them to prove themselves if they are loyal. We don't need a fraternity to have friends, we can make one by being yourself, by being nice. We don't need a fraternity to get support, we can have all the support we want from our family and friends.

WE CAN FROM BROTHERHOOD WITHOUT FRATERNITIES, WE CAN BUILD SOCIETIES WITHOUT SORORITIES. WE CAN HAVE FRIENDSHIPS WITHOUT TESTS, WE CAN BUILD FAMILIES WITHOUT INITIATIONS.

Think. Do we really need to be in these organizations?
Act. Do your part and warn others about the dangers of joining one.
Speak. Speak out and Stand, Let your opinion be heard.
Drop the Paddle. It's not going to help anyone.
This is what i Think. What about You?

Good Night. God Speed.

Next. Part Deux.

*drum roll please* tenenentenen! i won another Essay-writing contest in Letran! :D

Yezzer. :) this is the second time i won a literary contest in College. So darn happy. :)

It started when I was invited and informed of the contest when Murphy Tunay (president of the Letran Computer Engineering Society), held the election of new LCoES officers. He encouraged me to join. I was quite determined to win this one, so i could prove myself if i really deserved to win the first essay-writing contest. Without hesitation, i signed up and prepared myself.

The contest was on March 3, 2009, a tuesday. I was on way to school when Murphy reminded me about the contest. He sent me a group message encouraging everyone to join the essay-writing and poster-making contests to celebrate women's month. Woah, i said to myself, It's women's month? I didn't have the damn slightest clue! Now that he mentioned it, i guess what i'm going to write about is a piece about women, huh? hmmm, that got me thinking, who are the important women in my life? more on that later.

I arrived early at the event, and sure enough, it wasn't ready yet. Promised that it would start at 1:00pm, it started at 1:30pm. Good enough, i thought. Let's get it on then. We were briefed of the mechanics, the criteria and basis for judging. The language medium to be used was either English or Tagalog, but not taglish. The theme was "Women, Breaking boundaries - Past, Present and Future". Then we got ready, got set and wrote.

I wrote about the time my mom cooked the most delish spaghetti meal one stormy night. It made things special even though the storm was raging outside and the lights were out. It sure lightened up the night. And i added my father's teachings, to never ever hurt a woman, to always respect and love a woman. I also mentioned Joan of Arc, Cory Aquino and Emelia Earhart. I emphasized that a woman can change lives, live lives and save lives.

After a couple of days, i was informed that I won the contest. And yes, there was a cash prize. :D the best part of it was the feeling that people actually like what i write :) i'm going to post the essay next time if i get the chance. :) hope that there will be a Next. Part Three and so on. :D

Past. AAM.
Present. Letran.
Next. The World.

I STILL can dream, can't I? :)

Happy Women's month!
God Speed. :)

*special thanks to LCoES and SYL. *

The Ballroom Confessions.

Prom Night.

Hair Checked. Dressed to the nines and looking well on way to stardom. *Dreaming*

Have to pick her up at 5:30 with his dad as his own chauffeur.
A lot was running through his mind,

he promised himself that this was going to be the best night of his High School life.

Off to Chicago they go to pick her up,

He called out her name and she went out.
She wore this golden dress with a ribbon tied around her waist,
Her hair's all prepped up, and her eyes shine like the golden sun.
She smiled gently, walked towards him and greeted him.
He couldn't contain his happiness and excitement, his smiles give way.

They ride out to the palace, the night nearing faster by the minute.
He looks at her, waiting for some sort of conversation.
But No, she fiddles away with her cellphone, texting.
He asks about the flowers, if she liked them and if they were okay,
She replies with an empty Yes, and added that they were beautiful.
He was somewhat irritated about the lack of appreciation or expression,
but managed just to keep quiet and just wanted to enjoy the night.

Stepping off the Vehicle, he assists her in walking with those high-heeled shoes,
Stepping up the stairs, they're greeted by his entourage waiting in the lobby.
In between exchanging of compliments, he wished she'd thrown him some.
In between sighs and words, he's wishing she'd talk to him more tonight.
The group walked up the stairs, on way to the Ballroom.
Her coldness bothered him. But he shrugged it off,
just thinking she had things she's thinking of, Thinking maybe she's tired.

The floor was ready, the sights and sounds of merrymaking,
The food, The atmosphere, and the silent chatter of guests.
It was dim, shadows of pairs were scattered on the floor.
He took the chance, got up and asked her to dance.
She hesitated, but he insisted,

and took her by the hand to the dance floor.

They slow danced and made little conversation.
She was quiet that night,
and the bright lights in her round doe eyes weren't seen.
In fact, there were tears forming from it, but he again ignored it.
Then, Exchange of partners, round and round they go.
Dancing the night out, four times in a row.
The night was winding down, Almost done for the show.
The night was closing out, one last dance to go.

The last song played,
and it was like God himself told him to make the move now.
He felt the moment, and he decided this was it.
He's going to go for it, the last dance was going to be the best.
He walked to her, and asked her again, they got up and danced.

His eyes watered up, nearing to tears,
as he was scared and excited, looking for the right words.
They both fell silent, slow dancing to the song.
It was like she was waiting for him to say it, waiting all night long.
No words exchanged, just stares at each other's face.
The bridge party ended, emotions on overdrive,
his heart was going to burst if he didn't say in this time,
he knew that this was it, no other moment, no other.
he leaned to whisper in her ear and said:

***

I Love You

***

A lot of things happened after that,
no one really knows how, why or what.
Maybe some things just couldn't last,
Beautiful futures might have an ugly past.
Some might end, some might go on,
Don't you hope for too long.

Based on A True Story.

The Ballroom Confessions.

Have A Great Valentine's.

Sayang, Ika'y Nagpaalam Kaibigan.

Nung una kang nakilala, ako'y natuwa.
Napaka-simple, napaka-ganda,
ikaw na nga siguro ang hinahanap nila.
Napaka-talino, napaka-bait,
ano pa nga ba hahanapin mo sa iba?
Tayo'y nagbabatian sa daan,
minsan nagakakasabay sa paglakad,
Ako'y nabighani sa iyong kakulitan, kasiyahan at kalokohan.
Hindi ko inakala na ganun ka kasaya kasama.
Hindi ko inakala ganun ka pala kaganda, sa panloob at panlabas.

Ako'y nangako poprotektahan ka, dahil sa aking tingin,
ika'y isang mamahaling yaman.
Mahirap makuha, mahirap hanapin, tinig mo'y kakaiba.
Tayo'y naging magkaibigan, matalik at masaya.
Tayo'y naging magkaibigan, totoo and wala nang iba.

Ngunit, ano nangyari? bakit tila nagiba ang ihip ng hangin?
Ang prinsesang inalagaa'y tila nawala,
ako'y naghanap, at aking nakita.
Maraming nakapalibot, at lahat ay kinakausap niya.
Aking nabasa sa kanilang mga isipan,
kamunduhan at kasamaang binabalak.
Ako'y nagalit, ngunit iyon ang gusto nya,
Ako'y walang nagawa, kundi sinuportahan nalang siya.

Siya'y sumikat tulad ng araw na nasa kalawakan,
kilala nang lahat, minimithi ng karamihan.
Noong dating simpleng dalaga, ngayo'y maporma na.
Lahat napapalingon tuwing daraan siya.
Sino nga naman bang hindi mabibighani,
sa bagong kagandahan niya.

Marami siyang bagong kaibigan,
karamihan mga kalalakihang mas matatanda sa kanya.
Marami na din siyang panunungkulan,
ibinoto, inupo sa pwesto, inilagay sa dambana't sinamba.
May bagong kapangyarihan, impluwensya at karangyaan.

Nagbago na ang simpleng prinsesa namin,
noong dating mahiyain na dalaga, simple at maganda,
ngayo'y ibang iba na siya.
Hindi na kami kilala, tila nalimutan na
ang pagkakaibigang aming binuo,
ang samahang hinubog at pinatotoo.

Nakakalungkot isipin,
ngayo'y siya'y maraming nakakamit,
mga tunay nyang kaibigan unti-unti'y nawawaglit,
sa bawat araw na lumilipas, bawat tingin ng aming mga mata,
wala na ang kagandahang aki'y unang nakita.
Sayang kaibigan, ika'y nagpaalam na.

A FlowerBed in Chicago.

*part one of The Ballroom Confessions.

4 am. Got to wake up early, he's got plans.

He's been waiting, saving up for this day since late October and the anxiety, excitement and fear was killing him. "Tonight will be the best night of my High School life," he said to himself as he got up from his bed. The mid-February winds were cold, and a certain serenity in the environment enveloped him. He had a quick breakfast and suited up, he had to meet up with friends to buy flowers fresh from the market. Preparing to leave, he counted out his money one by one, feeling up each bill with pride and satisfaction. "One, Two, Three. Three thou it is," he said to himself, as he folded it thin and placed the bills inside his wallet.
He starts out.

It was near daybreak and the 4 boys rode out in a jeep for the Market. As the Jeep rode by, the sight of citizens doing their usual work painted an interesting picture. The excited boy kept replaying his vision of things to come, things to do and things to say. The Music, the Dancing, the Food, the scene. Romantic. Ooops, Dreaming. Back to Reality. Now, they've arrived and off the jeep they go. The crowd was enormous, it looked like everyone also had the same agenda. They walked along the dirty, busy streets of Biñan, looking the flower shops were located near the Church. They found it, a small stall with thousands of flowers around it. They fought off an army of romantics and scrambled their way to the front. It took hours of finding the right color, style, shape and perfection they were looking for. After all the hassle, They picked out a nice 2-dozen bouquet for each of them, with all the qualities checked. The three head home full of excitement and anticipation. But our boy's not finished yet.

He head's to the girls house although he knows she's not there. Weird and inappropriate as it may seem, there were still classes even though it's Prom night. All Seniors didn't attend class, as they were the bosses of the school. She's a Junior, He's a Senior. So the term Junior-Senior prom was appropriate in their situation. He rings the doorbell. Her mom comes out surprised and overwhelmed upon seeing the flowers, almost jumping up and down at the sight of this boy wooing her daughter. So the mom lets him in, and leads him into the girl's room. He slowly places the flowers neatly on her bed, cherishing the moment. He bids the mother farewell, heads home and waits for her to find out.

Her classes are over and she's well on her way home. She sees him, walking home alone. He didn't greet her, nor did she. She wondered why he's acting so strange lately, but she shrugs it off, thinking that he's having problems with his ex-girlfriend or something. She arrives home, kicks off her shoes and jumps in the sofa. Her mom's trying to keep all the excitement inside, looking very restless. After a few television clicks, she heads to her room to get a nap before she prepares of the Prom festivities. She opens her door, and there in her bedspread lays a two-dozen rose boquet waiting for her. She held her breath, heart stopped for a second. She clasped her two hands together to cover her now-open mouth. Some tears fell, some heartbeats appeared and some emotions were felt. Now, Camera, Cut. Lights Out. Next Scene please.

Part One was a success, Part Two's up next.

Based On a True Story.
God Bless.

Prides Fly High.

You, Me and People. Simple.
We Give and Take. Fair is Fair.
In this game of life we only do our share.

But no, Wait.
It Isn't that easy. No.
People keep on putting themselves first.
What I want, What I need, What I Get.
I. I. I.
Me First. Give Me.
Me. Me. Me.
It's selfish, Selfish Pride.

People don't want to move,
They don't want to hurt.
People don't want to take a chance,
but they expect to get something in return.
People don't want to ask,
but they want to get an answer.
People don't want to say they're sorry,
but they want to be forgiven.
People want to love,
but they don't want to make the first move.
People want so much.
But they don't do anything.

Pride's flying high and It's not getting low.
We'll all crash and burn,
If this heavy pride we don't throw.
We'll all die with our Narcissism, Vanity intact.
We'll soon regret why didn't we do something,
Why didn't we act.

Too Late the Hero. Can't turn it back.
Too late for apologies. Too late.
It slipped away. Like sands in our hands.
Time and Opportunity slips by very fast.
When all that's left is a memory of regret and despair,
We'll know we made a mistake.
We only get what's fair.

Green Turtleneck.

Staring at a blank piece of paper, thoughts I'm trying to write.

Trying to make a love song, but the words doesn’t fit right.

Holding a guitar with the other hand, a pen on the other,

I'm trying to write a love song, that would bring us together.

You come in and take your time,

Waiting for five o’clock has never taken so long.

You sit with me and take my time,

The afternoon was exhausting, the warmth that has gone.

Chilly winds blow non-stop,

and your embrace seems to eat it all up.

We slip inside to get warm,

Then we find ourselves in each others’ arms.

The sun shines and it's early morn.

You lay beside me without that green turtleneck you've worn.

You look up to me with your sweet sad eyes, begging to spend another night.

I smile, stroke your hair and kiss you.

But I must go, and I will be late. We'll see each other later.

Out the door I Go, out of my life she goes.

Never seen again, never heard, and never felt.

In a blank piece of paper, words start to write itself.

Humming a tune from my heart,

I make a melody of about the one that got away.

She came in and took my time.

She slept with me, I thought she was mine.

one to five has never been so quick since, never been so dull.

The afternoon was cold. The warmth was gone.

Tomorrow Never Came.

*wrote this piece years ago, first time I'm going to post it.*

December winds blowing fiercely on my face,
It's a year and I'm still here.
Gone away, she left without a trace,
Time went by, time borrowed.
A Year ago, she promised me she'd be there tomorrow.

Left out, Tomorrow's a new day.
Holding on to every word, holding on everyday.
I'll keep silent, my dear. I won't profess my love again,
For I know, you won't hear what I'm trying to say.
I won't tell what I feel. I'll keep it inside, all indeed.
Because sometimes truth seems to break it all away,
Give it, but I'll tell them some other day.

Locked in, the worst part
Is that I'm still waiting.
When all emotion is gone, I'm just holding on. Believing.
Maybe tomorrow will come soon, and all the pain, gone.
Maybe the longer I wait, the sweeter it is.
Maybe.

...

Maybe she forgot.

Maybe she's lost.

Maybe she's found.

Found somebody else.

...

Said you'd be here tomorrow,
I think I've waited in Vain.
Hiding all thing sorrow because
Tomorrow never came.