Pending Passions

Didto sa kilid sa dalan Kung asa ko pirmi nag-atang ug sakyanan Didto tika una nakita Nagtindog ug nagtanga-tanga Didto sa kilid sa dalan Nipara kog jeep padung trabaho Nakihuot ko sa mga galinkod Maong ako kay nakurat sa akong pagtalikod Hala ka, kay nisakay man pud ka Nakihuot pud ka sa jeep nga wala na gyuy lugar Ug sa tanang pwede nimo suksukan Didto pa jud ka sa akong tapad niplastar Pansina pud ko oi Pirting humota ra ba nimo Di parehas sa uban nga buntag sayo pa Bahog singot na Pansina pud ko oi Ka-hamis ra ba jud sa imong braso Nga ga-sigeg bangga-bangga sa akong braso Pansina pud ko oi Kabalo ko gwapo ra kaau ka para nako Pero bisan na Pansina pud ko oi Didto sa unahan sa may iskina Nanganaog ang mga tawo Ug ang nabilin kay kita na lang duha Didto sa unahan sa pagliko sa jeep Nilingi ka sa ako ug ikaw kay ningisi Haskang lipaya gyud nako Napansin na jud ko Di na kinahanglan mag-iring-iring Ug magpaduding Gipansin ko nimo Ug bisan bakan...

It's what love does When it suddenly calls and the randomness of it catches you off guard When its words slur and its voice fades and it loses itself for a while When the moment fills with tension and it makes you realize how unprepared you are It's what love does When you see it and wonder if it truly exists or you may just be making things up When you listen to it taking control of the conversation because you can't find your voice to respond to it When the moment passes and you find yourself wondering if the silence was what was best It's what love does It asks how you are and listens to your answer It wakes you up in the morning to tell you that you are thought of, you are remembered It creeps into your memories and your dreams and makes your reality, for the first time, better than your fantasy It's what love does When it decides that who you are today is not defined by who you were before When it forgives you of the most damaging of faults...

When asked how much I know a person, there are a couple of things that run around in my head. I think you never really stop knowing a person. I think you can never really know a person enough . And it's funny and sad that we think we know people so well that we can be comfortable with just being with them, with just being who we really are with them. I've thought that would be okay before, but when you lose that trust with someone once, you can't really get it back without thinking if all those years were just tolerance. Anyway, I've found that it's very rare to find people whom you can truly talk with. There are people you can have long meaningful conversations with, and there are people who just chat, scraping the top of the iceberg, the superficial fillers, until one gives up and decides to waste time elsewhere. I think it then matters what you mean by knowing a person because you can say that you know a person well by the many meaningless things you've t...

Pseudo Deja Vu Pseudo Deja Vu I live fairly near to this quaint food place (I don't know if I should call it a restaurant) where I am writing this post. In the few minutes that it took for me to walk here, I realized that I was forcing deja vu. We all know that deja vu is "the illusion of remembering scenes and events when experienced for the first time." It's the feeling that you've seen something happen that way before. Well, pseudo deja vu is, I believe, when you force it. I was forcing deja vu when I walked here because it's exactly what I did the day before. Pseudo or forced deja vu is doing something exactly the way you did it before to achieve the feeling of deja vu. It's what you do when you stalk or when you want to be stalked: you stick to a schedule, a routine, and do it the same way every single time. But this post is not going to be about stalking. No. I am going to talk about the many times that we force deja vu. Two quotations co...

This post may also be titled "How to Survive an Almost 12-Hour Road Trip (that Started at 1 a.m.)," but that would be too descriptive (and may or may not drive you away from reading this post). Also a fair warning, expect a lot of parenthetical comments (because they're the words that actually matter haha). Christmas for some people is spent with family in their homes, in front of the TV, eating Christmas dinner. This was also our usual celebration, but this year, we decided to shake things up with a road trip to Pagudpud. Now for anyone who knows anything about traveling and road trips amd Philippine geography, a road trip to Pagudpud (with all the rest stops and necessary traffic delays) would take about twelve hours. Here's a map. See, how lousy I am at pictures haha. Anyway to pass the time, here's what you can do (because this was what I did). 1.  Sleep.  As Ms. Universe 2014 advised Ms. Universe 2015 during her final walk, "Sleep if you can....

This is how I #hugot. Also, this gives you an idea of what I'm really thinking about sometimes when I'm staring at my work but not actually working. Only sometimes. :) *** It was still early. We talked about meeting up today, but I didn't think he'd be here at this time. I rubbed the sleep off my eyes and smiled at him as he came through the door. "Good morning," he said. "Good morning," I replied. "So early?" "I wanted to watch the sunrise with you." He hugged me. I went back to my room to change while he took his place on the living room couch. When I got ready, we walked to the beach. It was still dark. We held hands while walking. My other hand was tucked inside my jacket pocket, keeping it warm in the strong breeze of the sea. His other hand was in his jacket pocket, probably keeping it warm too. We were silent, happy with each other's presence. We found the rock that protruded from the small hill a ways from the shor...

As I count down to the end of this quarter-life crisis, I look back and realize how (it's taking me some time to think of a word to describe how) the past year was. I guess the word I'm really looking for is inconsistent , but maybe spontaneous  can do a better job at making sense of this post. So because I felt a bit spontaneous after the "surprise," here's my note to self. Part 1 The next time, if there is a next time, your friends surprise you by bringing balloons and party hats and a cake and some poppers while they're singing "Happy Birthday" in a room full of other people, forget yourself. Turn around and look at them. Really  look at them. You may not get a second chance. Look at how they walk toward you, smiling, singing, like fairies carrying gifts of happiness with their bouncing steps. (I really wish you had looked so you'd have a better description of what happened.) Look at their faces and remember that moment. Remember how you...