tanong
In Starbucks mall...
titit: ano'ng first name ng prof natin sa transpo?
sarj: si sir palacios?
jeland: oo nga, ano name nun?
mark: walter.
titit, sarj, jeland (in unison): walter?
mark: ewan, pero mukha siyang "walter."
In Starbucks mall...
In April, Maya Angelou was interviewed by Oprah (on her show) for Dr. Angelou's 74th birthday. Oprah asked her what she thought of growing older. And, there on television, she said it was "exciting." Regarding body changes, she said there were many, occurring every day... like her breasts. They seem to be in a race to see which will reach her waist first, she said. The audience laughed so hard they cried. Dr. Angelou also said: "I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life." I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."
It was a desperate attempt to save the dead from time. The living creating tombs to house those who have passed on - - futile intentions put to temporal tests. There are a dozen scents for me to choose from. Memories of sweet dew and late Saturday mornings. Of juniper calling forth school. Of tears shed at 3 a.m. out of nothing. A dozen memories for me to relive. A quarter of a day is no longer as slow as it used to be. The dawn is my time alone. Before the sun wakes up to recharge the world and get it going. I am woman. My scars are not of charred battle wounds but of sharpened emotional debates. My laundry kept swimming in soap for 3 days. Miracles are mistaken for magic. "If only there was a way to die and resurrect two days later," said Mark. But there was none, so we die in our minds over and over until the bodies tire and live out the mind's dream.
Oh when you draf
Ganito pala ang mag-isa:
I am capable of multiple shadows,
"Well well well. Look do we have here!"