A Geisha In A Past Life

TAMANG PAGKAKAMALI Nakakatawa. Parang kailan lang nang iniisip ko na ikaw ang mundo ko, hindi lang ang sentro nito. Isa yung malaking pagkakamali na ipinipilit kong tama para sa’yo. Para sa atin. Pero hindi,e. Kahit balibaligtarin ko ang mundo, ang isang katulad mo ay isa lang pagkakamali. Na minsang tumama sa buhay ko para gawin itong tama na mali rin pala sa huli. Oo. Magulo ito. Kailan ba ko hindi naging magulo? Gusto ko yung magulo talaga ako para naguguluhan din ang mga tao sa akin at makalusot ako. Alam mo, kailangan ko nang itama ang mali. Kaya ito, itinatama ko na. Marami nga ang nagtataka… kailan ko ba daw pa napagtanto na ang inaakala kong tama ay mali pala talaga? Sabi ko na lang sa kanila… “.. nangyari ito ng tumama na ang mali.” Ayon. Nagsitaasan ang mga kilay. Hindi na naman nila ako naiintindihan. Mabuti naman. Mas maganda yun. Mas naikukubli ang dapat ikubli. Hindi naman dahil sa naglilihim, pero may mga tao kasing kahit buhay ng iba, pinagpipiyestahan pa kaya g

GUILTY: MURDER WITH HOMICIDE This will be the headline for tomorrow’s news. Suspect: Kat Saba. Crime committed: Murder with homicide. Victim: Fate/Destiny. They go by two names. The real one is Destiny. Fate is her alterego. Destiny is suffering from Dissociative Identity Disorder or what is popularly known as Multiple Personality Disorder. Destiny loves running my life by interfering with everything. If she had gone too far to her interfering, Fate takes over and does worse than Destiny did. I hate them both. A while ago was my last straw. I killed them. Killed them. Argghh. If only I could and if only it isn’t wrong to kill, I’ll really kill them. I’m tired of their games. Their games that I don’t want to play. I’m tired. Just so tired. I just want to hide forever. I don’t want to be teased again and again. I don’t like history repeating itself. Not especially that kind of history. It’s a perfunctory attempt to defy me, I know. A PERFUNCTORY ATTEMPT. Fate and Destiny just like defyin

UP UPSETS ADMU… and PROVES ITSELF I have always supported UP at the UAAP basketball and have watched their games as long as I can; but bum mode somehow made me to just be content in staying home and watch the game on TV than to watch it live. Yesterday had so much regret for me because UP won over ADMU after how many years and seasons-- I could not count. Since the start of the game, my brother and I (who are both graduates of UP and are die-hard fans from the day we entered college) already noticed a difference in the way the team was playing. The players were already playing hard defense and the way they focused on the ball somehow gave me the feeling that they will play like that the whole game—that motivated and that good. I was wrong. They played their BEST game ever. Usually, if the opponent team had an advantage of a few points, UP already starts to lose their concentration and their heart to win the game—the reason for their losses. Because for me, not one of the team members l

Mahirap umasa, pero masarap mangarap… Bakit ba kay hirap mo’ng abutin? Parang sasakyan ka lang ah. I mean para kang jeep ng Sta. Ana Tulay na sinasakyan naming ng kaibigan kong si Lariz papasok sa UP Manila at pauwi. Hanggang Tulay lang dapat yung jeep, pero lumampas at dumirecho pa hanggang Gabby’s. Ako, ibinaba sa Tulay at ikaw sa Gabby’s pa. Tipong parang ang lapit lapit mo lang pero ang hirap mo pa ring matanaw kasi kahit napakalapit lang talaga ng distansiya natin, hindi tayo kailanman magpang-abot. Kayang kaya naman talaga kitang abutin, e…. lumilihis ka lang palagi ng daan at mas pinipiling mag-long cut kaysa magkita tayong dalawa sa short cut. Ganun ka,e… hindi mo man alam pero ganun ka. Sinasadya mo naman talaga ata,e. Bakit, natatakot ka na baka ma-in love ka sa’kin at mas pipiliin mo na magkaroon ng siyam na buhay kesa mamatay? Come on! Either choose to be with a cat that has nine lives or just choose to die on the spot without a second chance. Naiintindihan mo ba yun? Malam

Every time I look at your eyes, the smile from your mouth never reaches it. It is just what I want to see or is it something that is true, but only I could see? I'll miss you for two weeks.

Drowning in the edge of sorrow Waiting for happiness to be borrowed Pulling the stake off the center Trying to revive the heart from danger A bloodless battle emerges inside As two opposing feelings push each other aside A soundless moan can be heard As one ventured the other dead A war between the heart and the mind Fighting for something that made the heart blind A love, for the mind, worth nothing A love, for the heart, means everything Striking the armor with a gleaming sword Revealing the true feelings in bold The love felt completely revealed Yet the menace of it all is sealed Never better—always have to suffer Entering the forest of doom—fading in gloom Shattering into pieces--- agony never ceases Pain subsides—but scars remain Only stupid hearts to blame.

Haunting thoughts filled my reverie As I entered the inner depths of my soul A lexis of a confunded memory The phantom of darkness reached its goal Locked into the chamber of hatred and vengeance A horrible memory in artificial trance Struggling, clashing, never ceasing Striking, thundering, never ending A season of terror has caught on me Blood rushes through the veins, flooding to be free Horrendous emotions exploding like a bomb When perils of failure made one numb Paralyzing every muscle in the body Uttering one useless, stealing one’s dignity Forging one’s name in the Book of Inferno Living a soul mourning in Purgatorio A thanatopsis doubtless better than this The image of death could not describe what one can feel Life of failure, life of malice, can a mortal still exist? Hatred survived. Greed remained. Vengeance sealed.

Loving seems easy Without realizing. Without seeing. Devoted. Easily fell. Trapped. Devastated. Torn. Ruined. Faltered. Dying. Aguish. Bleeding. Missing. Finally… broken… blinded.

Another lonely night accompanied me With sounds of silence that plays a gentle melody As the moon cried its tears for me My heart is bleeding—shouting to be free Reminiscing the moments shared Unforgettable moments that time had bared A love as endless as the sea A love that can never vanish easily Is this love that is really felt? The heart stopped beating. It kept still. But then it answered… ‘the pain just made me stronger…’

“Whoa! We are here finally,” Sleigh shouted gleefully as he parked the car. They finally arrived at the river where they will spend the weekends to relax. It is almost time for lunch. “The haven”, as what the locals call it, is a favorite vacation spot especially during summer. The fact that it is free, it is also one of those very few nature reserve spot left. Cane smiled at her boyfriend. “You are like little child, Baby.” Sleigh grinned. “At least one of us has enough excitement to last this weekend.” He looked at the rearview mirror. Their two companions looked so serious that it looked like they are going to do a school project instead of relaxing. Kite heard Sleigh’s comment, but she did not retort back. She is feeling really uncomfortable since the beginning of this trip. She is seated beside Cheat, of all people, at the back of Sleigh’s van. The two of them are seated at the opposite sides of the van as if there is a big ravine between them. While Sleigh and Cane were singing,

Cramming is a routine so every U.P. student has mastered the Art of Cramming after four years of stay at the University. Floors and Corridors are your best friends especially when the library, lobby, and caf are full. Cutting classes are necessary. Friends can surely be the enemies--- once in a while, but in the end, they will still be your friends. It is easy to please anybody except the professors. You will be thankful if your professor: Is only a part-time professor Has an allergy of some sort Note: Though for A and B, if it is the thesis adviser, it will make the students die. Forgets the time of your class or best even forgets that he or she has a class Is young or young at heart at least Has at least a cute smile You will die (MAYBE POSITIVE + OR NEGATIVE -)if your professor: s’ names/surnames start with the letter B because B is synonymous to TOXICITY. (+) brings the food for the class every meeting because that means there will not be a proper lesson again, your three hours wil