Saturday, April 17, 2010

Toy Convention




On Earth Day

Here are the Earth Day activities in Davao:



Apr 22 Davao People’s Park

9AM-12NN Art Workshop (2 participants per school; 25 DACS member schools)

1-8PM: - Envi Program Display (c/o DACS)

- 10MM online sign-up (c/o SMART)

- Hand marks on canvass (c/o AMON Mktng)

3-8PM - Art work display at Durian Dome (output of morning workshop) (c/o LGU & SMART)

5-8PM - Documentary/Film Showing (c/o DENR & Davao Doctors College)



Apr 24-25 DAMOSA IT Park, Davao (E-Tapok E-Waste)

spearheaded by ICT Davao Inc.

10MM online sign-up (c/o SMART)

ICT Davao to use the SMART cellphone bin for the collection of old mobile phones

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Flies

What is it that
draws you to leave
these crisp
silhouettes
above my bed?

Was it loneliness
that made you
a part
of that dry puddle?

Or perhaps the
bright pop and flash
of a light bulb
dying?



It’s none of my business, really.
After all, I
haven’t an excuse for all my staring
blankly at a white ceiling.
And yet I’m drawn to it,
so humor me.
It’s no great thing to make
exceptions
for a kindred spirit.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Recipe for Disaster




Take one psychiatric hospital.

Too many patients,

And not enough nurses.

Mix together well.

Add one more patient.

Tell her she can’t go home.

Tell her there are others worse off.

Point out that she has a home, and a job,

that she loves, and is loved.

Suggest that ECT never hurt anyone and

that she really needs to pull herself together.

When she’s ready to talk,

tell her there’s no time.

When she’s cowering in the corner,

take your tea break.

Don’t ask her why she’s crying.

Don’t treat her like a person.

Panic when there’s a suicide on the ward.

Bring tensions to the boil.

And wait.

Friday, April 2, 2010

Unrequited

i have found almost everything ever written about love.

to be true, shakespeare said, journeys end in lovers meeting. oh what an extraordinary thought.

personally, i have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but i'm more than willing to believe shakespeare had.



i suppose i think about love more than anyone really should

im constantly amazed by its shear power to alter and define our lives

it was shakespeare who also said love is blind


now that is something i know to be true.


for some, quite inexplicably, love fades.

for others, love is simply lost.

but then of course, love can also be found, even if just for the night

and then there's another kind of love, the cruelest kind, the one that almost kills its victims, it's called unrequited love.

of that, i am an expert.

most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other.

but what about the rest of us, what about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone?

we are the victims of the one-sided affair. we are the curse of the loved ones. we are the unloved ones. the walking wounded. the handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space.

yes, you are thinking of one such individual. and i have willingly loved that woman for over three miserable years. the absolute worst years of my life.

the worst holidays. the worst birthdays. new year's eve burthen by tears and valium.

these years that ive been in love have been the darkest days of my life.

all because ive been cursed by being in love with a woman who does not and will not love me back.

oh god, just the sight of her. heart-pounding. throat-thickening.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

There's nothing to writing.

Well, maybe there is.
All you do is sit down at a typewriter or a computer or simply just sit holding a pen and paper and open a vein.

A word is not the same with one writer as with another. That is what I learned during the Creative Writing Workshop for Bloggers last Saturday, March 27, 2010.

This workshop wouldn't be possible if not because of Davao Bloggers who organized the activity.



I'm not a very good writer, but I'm an excellent rewriter.
Just don't be lazy.

buzz

I thought I had finally figured something out. Some order had appeared and I didn’t feel as alone. But you obviously had a different plan. It hurts to have something, my footing ripped out from underneath me the moment I found it. You make me laugh, more than a lot of people. I enjoy being with you and talking to you and so on, but i’m always the boy that girls just want to be friends with. How unfortunate for me. Story of my life.

(Except you, you i loved. I miss you everyday. You’ve left me in an odd state. I don’t know if I still miss you, or just the thought of you. Than I think and I know I miss all of you. You were amazing to me. I suppose I didn’t deserve you, and that’s why you’re gone now. Just know I did really love you.)

But you, you, the current situation. You had no idea, i don’t hold you to it. I just can’t believe I had it all figured out (or thought I did) and this has occurred. Oh well. It’s not too late to revertrevertrevert to being the lonely one.