Remembering the Royalties

Diana Frances Spencer and John Fitzgerald Kennedy Jr.

Pro Re Nata

Theirs was a love sprung from professional teaming up. Both of them were fond of each other; unfortunately, they never act on it.

Casablanca

From Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850:

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

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Naglalakad ako sa may aplaya. Natatanaw ko ang mga mangingisda't kani-kanilang mga pamilyang tulong-tulong sa paghila ng fishing net. Mainit ang sikat ng araw, bagama't hindi naman nakakapaso. Masarap ang simoy ng hanging nagmumula sa dagat. Kasabay ng alon ay nalalasahan ko ang alat..Kaysarap pumikit at mag-relax..

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Naliligaw ako sa mala-labyrinth na palenke. Hindi ako pamilyar sa lugar, ngunit hindi naman ako nakaramdam ng takot kahit pa ilang ulo ng tupa na ang nadaanan ko. Wala namang manginginom sa paligid. Nawawala ako.

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Nasa loob ako ng isang bar. Merong jazz music sa background. May mga nagsusugal sa isang sulok. Mayroon namang simpleng nagdi-dinner date lamang sa isang banda. Ako, nagi-isa sa sulok ng lamesa. Sinasamyo, sinisimsim baso ng vodka, sapagkat wala raw silang tequila.. Napansin kita't tinanguan, here's looking at you, kid!

nota bene: an unpolished writing attempt.

Purple Proses

I'm thinking of going back to writing inane things that have nothing to do with my day-to-day life and activity, if I have one that is..

I realized the way your eyes deceived me with tender looks that I mistook for love
So take away the flowers that you gave me, and send the kind that you remind me of

Paper Roses
Paper Roses
Oh how real those roses seem to be
But they're only imitation,
Like you imitation love for me

I thought that you would be a perfect lover
You seemed so full of sweetness at the start, but like a big red rose that's made of paper
There isn't any sweetness in your heart

Paper Roses
Paper Roses
Oh how real those roses seem to be
But they're only imitation
Like you imitation love for me

Cheese, wine..My First Time..

I woke up as early as 4am last Saturday kase pupunta kame ni ina sa tiangge.. Well, so far, yun yung lam kong plano nyang gawin. So, nag-swap meet kame, namili ng gulay ilokano ni ina, saluyot, patola, talong na parang hinliliit (sabe kase ng tindera, mas maliit mas mahal), ampalayang maliliit din, bunga't bulaklak ng kalabasa (alang gaano sa likod-bahay namin eh!), at ang di galing sa kanal na kangkong. Tas bigla sya nagyaya magpunta ng Saks 5th at Neiman Marcus.

Goodness! 65% off sale sa Saks pero sky high pa rin ang prices! Biruin mo, nasa $900-something pa rin yung napaka-simpleng D&G bag?! Meaning, nasa $2000-something original price ng lecheng bag na yun. Nagustuhan ko yung Hobo na evening clutch bag, kaso ala akong anda..sale na rin yun sa $80-something.

Then we went to Neiman Marcus, meh invitation pala si ina for a private showroom sale! Pucha! First time ko ma-experience yung kame lang ang nandun at nagtitingin ng merchandises na preview collection pa ng fall, tas meh sini-serve pa yung mga associates na cheap wine and/or champagne, cheese, crackers, fruits (grapes & strawberries), tsaka pepperoni. Buti na lang hapon na kame pumunta kase coffee, juice, doughnuts, and bagels yung ni-serve nila from 10am 'til 1pm. Syempre, ala akong binili. Ang mamahal kaya ng paninda nila!

Ganito Sila Noon..

Mga awiting nilimot ng panahon na kaysarap pakinggan at paulit-ulit balikan. Nasaan na ang pagiging malikhain mo, Juan dela Cruz..? Maaari pa bang ibalik ang dati mong pagiging makata at busilak?

"Sinisinta kita, 'di ka kumikibo; Akala mo yata ako'y nagbibiro.
Saksi ko ang langit, sampu ng kanduro; Kundi ka mahal, puputok yaring puso."

"Kataka-takang mahibang ang tulad ko sa'yo.
Biru-biro ang simula, ang wakas pala ay ano?
Aayaw-ayaw pa ako, ngunit 'yan ay 'di totoo.
Dahil sa iyo puso kong ito'y binihag mo."

"Sa piling mo sinta ko napapawi ang lungkot;
Napaparam, nagbabago ang lahat ng himutok.
At sa tuwi kong hahagkan ang pisngi mong mabango,
Ay tuluyang napaparam ang hirap ko."

"Akala mo yata kita'y nililimot; alaala kita sa gabing pagtulog.
Ang inuunan ko luhang umaagos; ang binabanig ko ay sama ng loob.
'Di ka na nahabag, di ka na naawa. Lusak na ang lupa sa patak ng luha."

"Tumataghoy sa gabing mapanglaw ang abang lagay ko, o mutyang hirang
Sana'y dinggin ang hibik at daing, waring malalagot na ang buhay na angkin."

"Sa bawat sandali tayo ay magkapiling, sa bawat lunggati pakinggan ang hiling;
Ang puso ko't budhi ay hindi sinungaling, sana ay ulinigin damdamin ko, giliw-- Asahan, pangarap nitong buhay, lahat ng araw kita'y mamahalin.
Iwasan ang iyong alinlangan, lahat ng araw kita'y mamahalin.
Sa labi ng imbing kamatayan itangi yaring pagmamahal.
Tulutang magtapat sa 'yo hirang lahat ng araw kita'y mamahalin."

"Malayo man, malapit din pilit kong mararating; 'wag lamang masabi mong 'di kita ginigiliw."

"Nasaan ka irog, at dagling naparam ang iyong paggiliw?
'Di ba 'ga sumpa mong ako'y mamahalin, iyong itatangi magpahanggang libing?"

Easy Fifty

My mum and I went to her uncle's place in Camarillo the other day so we could go to the outlet center and do some Independence Day shopping spree. Mum's uncle's wife was kinda paranoid. I dunno guys if you'd believe me or not but here goes..

One night we spent in their house, my mum and I did not sleep in the guest room as usual, we were assigned to sleep in the master's bedroom since mum's aunt went to the Philippines and her uncle used his son's room. Guest room were occupied by my two brothers and my mum's cousin and his maternal cousins stayed in the media room. I went to bed late, about 3:30am-ish, coz my elder brother and I stayed late that night chatting as usual about nothing in particular, he was staying with mum's uncle that time helping mum's uncle with their "home improvement project". I had this dream about this gay guy in 70's red hippie outfit, plain tunic-like top and floral printed pyjama-like bottom, complete with the long hair. He came in through the bathroom door and there was suddenly a stairs that appeared going up the ceiling. I followed him. He went inside this room with green carpet and had a lot of wall shelvings filled with jars of pickled penis. He knew I was following him that he turned around and walked closer to me, opened his pants' garter strings and showed me his cut-off penis! Of course I was horrified I didn't know how I was able to woke up, I woke my mum up and asked her to speed our way back home which she did for she had to work anyways and she told me we were going to leave by 4am. It was only 3:45am, meaning I hadn't slept that long.

On our way home, I told my mum about my dream and she told me that her uncle's house had an attic and it has a room. She also told me not to take my dream seriously because maybe my mind was just too filled with dragon and other mythical creatures' tales, my mum's cousin was only 15 y/o and he and his cousins found the folklores interesting we talked about it during dinner. I did calm down after our talk, but my mum was such a blabbermouth that she told my dream to her uncle, and his youngest brother along with his wife and gawd knows who else, who in turn told his paranoid wife about it. Since mum's paranoid aunt was a paranoid, she had the house blessed and feng shui'ed to drive away the spirits from her house.

Fast-forward yesterday. My mum's aunt brought me to her brother's house who also had his house blessed and feng shui'ed not that long time ago. She asked me to feel the house, and I did. I had goosebumps on my right arm and neck, but not on the other parts of my body. I found the house dark, but they justified it by saying because the sun had already set. Our house doesn't go as dark as that house even when the sun already set, duh..? Even the facade of that house was dark, hullo..?! I told the homeowner to change his son's bed arrangement and to throw away this specifically "dark" painting which wasn't there when the feng shui expert came to their house. For my mum's aunt's house, I didn't tell her to alter anything, so for my "services" she gave me 50 bucks. I should have told her I saw this teenage girl wandering around her receiving room by her grand piano, for an additional 50 bucks! Pffft!

x's: I went up the attic via the garage coz the ladder to go up there was in the garage. It was a long walk going to that room I saw in my dream that I asked my mum's uncle if there was any other door to get to the attic, and he told me there was a trap door in their bedroom closet near the bathroom. The room was exactly how I saw it in my dream, minus the carpet that my mum's uncle removed earlier this month because it was moldy and smelly.