February 2012
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“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to...”
– Theodore Schmidt, Queer as Folk
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A shooting star
rushes, most swiftly disappears into the night, so you think of a wish (but you don’t have to because what’s real always floats back to the surface first), then, you close your eyes as soon as it’s gone, recite the one your head has quickly chosen over the real, over the others, and somewhere, many light-years away, a planet about to be destroyed curses you for not picking the...
January 2012
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Crush No.1
Crush No. 1, I am looking at your pictures. I saved some of them, you see. It’s okay I’m sure this is the closest we’ll ever get to be.
JMRS
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December 2011
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“Just because I don’t fit into that place where you want me to,...”
– Joey Potter, Dawson’s Creek S06E21 - Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
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A Letter to 2011
Hey 2011!
If you’re wondering how I was able to locate you, it’s because I’m used to nostalgia so much that a mystical portal of blue and silver swirls has started appearing in a corner of the house upon my command. That portal which I oftentimes use as a TV screen to watch my previous performances in bed, or wherever I did it, (I check them out to see areas that need...
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Meandering Around on a Rainy Evening
A supposed-to-be poem (but I got carried away) by Juan Miguel Rivera Severo
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Today I walked on the streets we used to walk in. I brought a pen with me and a map of the town so I could mark the places I’ve gone to – the places we had gone to. On the narrow spaces of the map where we meandered, I drew lines to see how far have I wandered, or, perhaps, just how lost had I been.
It started...
2011 is almost over. Inbox me something you've...
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To those who got mad at Glee for covering fun.
I’ve never heard of the band fun. until today because of the new Glee episode. And I don’t get those who get mad at the show for doing a cover of “We Are Young,” (which is now number 1 on iTunes after the episode’s airing) and other songs by other indie artists for that matter.
I guess I understand the part where we get irritated when suddenly everyone’s...
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Nightswimming
I don’t usually go for a swim in December but tonight is inappropriately warm so I jump in. I remember how much you loved water. Beaches. Rivers. Lakes. Hell, even flood amuses you. You say it cleanses. That it restores. Reinvent, even. Tonight, I’m in a stream. And it’s as if summertime for the water is warm and calming. And the sky is clear so there are many stars. So many...
November 2011
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Buti Ka Pa, Jolens, Masaya Na (A Tribute to the...
Hay, buti ka pa, Jolens, masaya na kapiling ng mahal mong Rivermaya. Hindi na ‘ko bitter na hindi kayo ni Marvin. Basta laging tapat si Mark kung ikaw ay ibigin.
Alam mo, Leslie, n’on pa man bilib na’ko sa’yo. Keri mo kasi kahit mga de-spring na paru-paro sa ulo. “M” ba ang result sa FLAMES at talagang si Mark na daw? Natameme rin ba si tsong at ikaw pa ang nanligaw?
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Lots and Lots of Water
I sit here and watch as the heavens once again obliged to reform us. The trees dance gleefully under the staggering shower. Even the stones, that, for so long, watched the waves, have one by one turned themselves in to the arresting sea.
Water. Lots and lots of water.
Needles! Millions of it piercing the earth and everything on it, like the sky has sent a band of seamstresses to patch us up...
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On GMA and Her a la Regina...
Yes, I truly find Mrs. Arroyo pathetic for having to resort to taking pictures of herself in that condition, with the neck brace and all, to, perhaps, earn the sympathy of the public by showing off the distress that she is in. And yes, I also get heartbroken seeing an old woman like her in that condition. Hell, I just lost a grandmother! So is this idea of getting the public’s sympathy...
October 2011
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Watchtheurbanhistorian:
godonghae:
Simple. Unique. Unexpected. Ganito ang mga dapat nananalo, though deserving din naman iyong iba. It’s just that hindi lang talaga dapat naka-base iyong standard o norm ng talento ng Pilipino sa pag-awit. Weird. Feeling ko sila ang mananalo for this season. Kung sila man, peksman, hindi ako magmumura ng isang buong araw.
Paging @culturalcenterphilippines! This...
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Kumunoy!
Mahirap mamasyal sa isang gubat. Nagkalat kasi ang mga kumunoy. Siguro, isa akong mahinang bersyon ni Tarsan. Ang gubat ang aking tahanan pero hindi ko pa rin ito kabisado hanggang sa ngayon at patuloy na nahuhulog. Nahulog. Nahulog. At nahulog muli,
alam ko na ang patakaran: ‘Wag kang magpupumiglas.
Lalo ka lamang lulubog.
‘Wag kang magsisisigaw.
Lalong mauubos ang iyong...
September 2011
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On Why I Quit Architecture
I remember drawing big houses everywhere when I was a kid. On our door, the asphalted road, in all of my notebooks. They were really big houses. Really, really big houses! And there were always big pillars, and a balcony which I always make sure to be wide enough for my mother to have coffee at it on a lazy summer morning while reading some romance novel I picked for her at the bookstore in...
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Firefly
If you happen to pass by a flickering lamp post on a cold night I want you to think of me. Imagine me walking on the silent streets of the town, enduring the same harsh wind.
Remember me: the uncertainty, that irritating fickleness, and how it brought me home. Continue your walk, beloved,lone traveler, but pause every now and then to marvel at the generous stars above you as I once...
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“How am I supposed to fix my life when I don’t even know where I went...”
– - Jack McPhee, Dawson’s Creek Season 5
Anonymous asked: Bakit ang lulungkot ng mga pinopost mo?
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Paglakad
Maglalakad ka sa aking harapan, ang iyong mga paa ay magsusulat sa kalsada o kaya ay sa sahig ng isang babala: “Panonoorin mo sa iyong isip ng paulit-ulit ang maikling pelikulang ito mamayang gabi, bago ka humimbing. At sa iyong pag-pikit, Pagsisisi! Bakit mo ako pinalampas ng wala kahit pambati na ngiti?”
At patuloy ka sa paglalakad - walang direksyon, paikot-ikot. O marahil hindi...
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Ilang mga bahagi ng isang mensaheng bumasag sa...
“First, if I remember it right, it (a certain poem) was not meant for you and I did not write that for you.”
“Second, I was never hurt by anyone, even you.”
“Third, if you’re are referring to me as someone who loved (you), you are so barking at the wrong tree right now dude, really.”
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“‘Coz waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and...”
– Sam Montgomery (Hillary Duff), A Cinderella Story
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“Kung pinagtagpo man tayo ulit, maybe it’s not for a happy ending. Maybe...”
– - Mia Samonte (Bea Alonzo), Miss You Like Crazy
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“Guguluhin mo ko kasi libre ka na? Kasi kaya mo na ‘kong mahalin? Eh,...”
– - Mia Samonte (Bea Alonzo), Miss You Like Crazy
August 2011
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Sumpa
SUMPA (Isang tula)
Ipinapangako ko, ngayong gabi, sa harapan ng mga bote ng alak na ito, at ng daang taong naririto, dito na matatapos ang lahat: ang mga latay ay muling magpapantay sa kulay ng aking balat; ang mga langib ng sugat na iyong iniwan buhat ng ikaw ay umalis (nang walang pasabi o habilin) magsisilaglagan at tatangayin ng hangin na iniihip mo mula sa kalayuan kung saan ka naroon; ang...
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Larong Kalye (Isang Tula)
LARONG KALYE
Maiba, taya!
Sa kalye may mga larong paborito ng marami, Kung sa’n may mga pinagpala at may laging nalulugi. May mga tapat maglaro at mayro’n ding nandaraya. At normal na ang iyakan kapag may nadadapa.
Saksak puso, tulo ang dugo!
Nakapapagod ang habulan kapag ikaw ang laging taya. Lalo’t di sila umaalis sa langit at parati ka lang sa lupa. Pero maglalaro...
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Kung ang Pag-ibig
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Kung ang pag-ibig ay binebenta, mag-iipon ako. Kung ang pag-ibig ay entrance sa Wowowee, e di pipila ako.
At iiyakan ko si Willie para magkaroon ng isang libo, pangdagdag man lang sa pambili ko ng pag-ibig mo.
Kung ang pag-ibig ay nasusukat, magdadala ako ng metro. Kung ang pag-ibig ay nabibilang, may calculator naman ako dito.
At matyaga akong magkukwenta hanggang matutunan ko ang lintik...
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Where chickens are loved before they get themselves fried.
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The Headline (A poem)
(For A. My first.)
I look for you in the most unusual place: the morning paper.
I skim through its pages and encircle the letters of your name - scattered and jumbled across columns, between articles. Eternally recurring like the cosmic jokes that plague us.
A page is but a screen screening me from you. Read between the lines and I read you - vivid as if watching a movie - ...
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Shel Silverstein's The Missing Piece and the Big O →
It changed my life.
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July 2011
23 posts
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Apat sa Pinaka-Matatak na Best Friends sa Pinoy...
Naisip ko bigla na kung tutuusin, ang buhay ko, kahit ginagawa ko siyang cinematic parati ay mas marami yatang pagkakataon na ako yung bestfriend o patawa sa barkada kesa yung bida. (Eh ano naman?) Ang mga sumusunod na artista, pwedeng isang beses lang silang nagbestfriend pero tumatak sa akin o di kaya naman sila yung tipo ng artista na pag may pelikula ay siguradong bestfriend ang papel. Bakit...
keezay asked: I have yet to watch I-Libings! Nubayan!
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The Longest Road Toward the Cinemas (Death, Movies...
This is how I looked like right after I got out the door of the audition room. I looked like crap, I know. They’re still there: that nervous laugh, the redness of my face - lingering effects of my first ever audition for a film (or films because it’s for every entry really). This was in February, when armies of professional actors and aspiring ones like myself charged to the Cultural...
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This Unforgivable Curse
Itong Unforgivable Curse na Ito
Ini-Imperio mo ‘ko sa lahat ng gusto mo, kinu-Crucio mo ko ‘pag may kasama kang iba, at inaAvada Kedavra na ako ng nararamdaman ko sa’yo.
This Unforgivable Curse
You Imperio me to everything you want, Crucio me whenever you are with someone else, And this feeling is doing the Avada Kedavra on me.
Juan Miguel Rivera Severo 2011
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Sign Out! Sign Out! (A Fast Fiction)
Display: “Signing in as semicharmedlife06”. No offline messages. Sighs. What a relief. Suddenly… Display: “lookupintheair41: has signed back in.” Heart pounding. ☼ lookupintheair41: hey. ☼ Don’t do it. Don’t… Oh, what the hell!. ☼ semicharmedlife06: Yes? lookupintheair41: How are you? semicharmedlife06: I’m fine. lookupintheair41: Define...
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Come, my love, let's play some Quidditch.
Mahal, halika, maglaro tayo ng Quidditch. Ako ang Seeker, at ikaw naman ang Snitch. Sige, magpakipot ka, tulinan mo ang lipad mo! Walang sinabi yan sa ala-Firebolt na diskarte ko.
Come, my love, let’s play some Quidditch. I’ll be the Seeker, and you, the Snitch. Fly fast! Be quick! Play hard to get! With my Firebolt moves, I’ll catch you I bet. Juan Miguel Rivera Severo...
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Close Your Windows on Chilly Nights
The wind strays its way to my bed, telling me to take a peek out the window and see for myself the news it just whispered. The streets are empty and the sky was not in the mood for a chat. But the stench of the day remains in the air. The children’s sweat, the smog from the angry vehicles that passed all throughout the day, the garbage collected in the morning, the faint smell of the...
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Traffic (A poem)
(Yellow.)
Fill in the blanks on the road. I passed by you, you passed by me. I turned, you didn’t.
(Red.) Somewhere in these waves of faces, I can see you… playfully crossing through the white strips of paint on the asphalt - skipping over each stripe; creating words, then lines, then stories out of the carplates - unmoving like the thoughts that haunt us; and then while you...
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“Plenty of people are onto the emptiness, but it takes real guts to see the...”
– John Givings (Michael Shannon), Revolutionary Road (2008)
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“‘Yang pag-ibig… masakit yan.”
– Ronaldo Valdez, May Minamahal (1993)
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Invisible Depression, Your Side of the Bed (A...
Tonight, when metaphors are scarce, this is what I have left for you: I have you— here beside me, on my bed, lying sideways, a cheek pressed gently on my pillow, a calm face smiling, tired eyes closed, ears listening to my breathing, your hand and my hand lying together on the inches between us— content just to be here as I stare at you, wondering if this is real, or if this would...
