Ang ulan ug ang imong pagbiya

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This was a poem I wrote in college. Beware, Cebuano words can induce nosebleed. 🙂

Nakahinumdum ka ba sa panganod?
Itom ug nagataliabot,
Halagpad nga gawara-wara sa nasukong langit;
Murag imong pagbiya nga managsugod,
Dili matugkad sa akong pagsabot,
Dili mahangyo sa pulong ug sa hagit.

Nakahinumdum ka ba sa kilat?
Hugpong ang iyang mga kamot
Sa pag-igo sa kakahuyan ug kayutaan,
Halangdon sa iyang pagbusikad ug pagpakurat
Murag imong mga kalagot ug kasukong hurot
Sa usa ka kalit ug dili gitaganang katapusan.

Nakahinumdum ka ba sa dalugdog?
Gibuntog niini ang mga tanan natong kasaba,
Murag kini’g atong mga panagbingkil ug away,
Samtang tanang mga pagpasaylo giabog
Samtang tanang pagsalig giguba
Samtang tanang mga pagtambag gisuway.

Nakahinumdum ka ba sa ulan?
Sa dihang mihawa ka na sa akong kiliran.
Nawala na ba imong gugma, ug tanan niining utlanan?
Nahanaw ang adlaw sa kabuntagon, sa gabii ang bulan,
Ug miagas kini sa mga kabukiran
Ug gihugasang limpyo ang hugaw’ng tanan,

Tanan, apil ang mga sugilanon
Sa mga matam-is ug mapait nga kaagi
Nimo ug kanako.

Lakaw na samtang hinay pa ang ulan.

Post-birthday suprise

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Okay, so we had Credit Transactions exam today. Drainer. Yesterday was beeday, so I thought all the hype was over. But then again, my friends were fond of surprise. And yes, I expected this. Hahaha.




Indeed, it was a happy happy birthday! 🙂

Homecoming

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I had written a blog before.

It had existed for three years or so, which, I virtually scribbled with every detail of my college timeline. It had to be the outlet which I constantly go to whenever the lone thesis proved to be so stubborn to interpret, or when random flirtations would befall. True, I had fun with my old blogspot account. I posted pictures, stories and even blind items too revealing for the ordinary reading comprehension.

There existed some sort of connection between me and my old blog. But soon I found it too cumbersome to maintain. Law school was getting too taxing and the thought of pouring every bit of my creative spirits to something I shouldn’t be doing except studying, was not the dream. The dream was to make life less complicated by not rereading the mistakes I did two, three or four years ago, with what silliness I had done.

But there has to be something wrong. I found myself writing in 140 characters that summed up my feelings for the moment. No wonder it also curbed my ability to think in vast planes.

I had written a blog before. And I missed it. Every bit of it – the ones I tore down because I felt I have to change. It felt like the old blog was getting more and more irrelevant each day.

But I didn’t change. I just moved on. I do not when or how or why I did, but I did.

Now, I feel like coming home to the one I used to love, writing. Writing sans limits and sans fear. The only possible step-back right now it putting overly-rationalized crap in it. But crap is relative and rationality is sometimes immaterial. So what the hell.

I had written a blog before. I abandoned it. And now, I’m back for more.