Noong mas bata pa ako, may ilusyon akong reincarnation ako ni Jose Rizal. Gaya niya, ninais ko ring maging doktor, manunulat, pintor, makata — at babaero. ‘Yun nga lang, ang nakuha ko sa kanya ay ‘yung parteng laging basted — o nauunsyami ang love life.
Pero sa bandang huli, nakilala ko si Myla, isang binibining sa murang edad ay nangako sa sariling ang mamahalin niya’y isang lalaking kagaya ng ating pambansang bayani. Yun nga lang, hindi ko maipaliliwanag kung paano ko siya nakumbinsing ako ang hinahanap niya. Siguro, dahil gaya ni Rizal, di ako kalakihang tao. O baka naman nakalimutan na lang niya ang lumang pangako niya.
Philippine Daily Inquirer
July 19, 2003, p.9
After four years in the university, I came out convinced that the hardest part about learning is not dragging yourself to school (although this could be a problem if you have a class at 7 a.m.), or dealing with anxiety while cramming for exams (I got the hang of it to the point that it became an exhilarating experience to finish a test). It is not even writing those long papers in a hurry, for it led to the discovery that beating deadlines actually stimulates my creative juices.
The most difficult part was accepting the reality that no matter how much studying you do, no matter how much Glutaphos you take or coffee you drink, you can never know everything. Continue reading →
She don’t care about my car
She don’t care about my money
And that’s real good because I don’t got alot to spend
But if I did it wouldn’t mean nothin’
She likes me for me
Not because I look like Tyson Beckford
With the charm of Robert Redford
Oozing out my ears
But what she sees
Are my faults and indecisions
My insecure conditions
And the tears upon the pillow that I shed Continue reading →