Wish

in three years,i met you..

again.

this time

you are not

the moon;

you are a star.

on an ordinary day:

the sun

was hot,

you made your

presence felt.

the night fell;

all were gone

but you,

you stayed.

i was staring

at you

like the rest

of the universe

were never there.

i was so careful

not to interfere

with your shining,

your deep

conversation with

everyone who

clamors your

light.

i brought myself

on the wall,

and a kid

somehow uttering

the rhyme,

i wondered

what you are,

how you

do these

things.

and as if to

take a wish,

you looked

into me.

so sudden,

i didn’t know

how to

meet your eyes.

it took

me sometime

to tell

the truth

in your laughter,

and in

the silence

of your gazes.

you can’t be haved.

only a star

can touch a fellow star.

–and i am the girl

looking at you

from down below –

melting in sheer

affection for you.


photo : cto m. pamittan

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Just Another Cake Story

For my 8th after two decades, I had a crazy plan. In the morning before anyone knows, I’m gone out of the apartment I share with my college friends. I will be back at a time when they’re already asleep (at night). I filed a leave at the office on Monday (13th) and determined to carry out the plan.

..and this was what happened.

June 12 – Philippines’ Independence Day at around 9:30pm and I was already in bed, one of my friends and her sister pulled out a box with a red ribbon. Inside was a white, sweet and mango stuffed something. Okay, it’s a cake. The dedication said, “HBD Roma Pi”.

Not to dismay them, I went to slice the cake and ate even if I was already done brushing.

I wasn’t awake when 12am stroke. I was being used to do it in years but that time, I wasn’t. I woke up past 8am. Two of my friends were gone to the office. Initial plan failed. I finished a pending report review and a movie I started the night before. Next, I should have gone to Manila for St. Anthony’s feast. Remember I mentioned that in Bustillos – St. Anthony’s Parish celebrates my natal day (Church Hopping)? Again, I didn’t. I did laundry, some cleaning and sit down or lied down in bed almost all day (and in my dress ready to go outside).

Somehow, I accomplished two. I cooked dinner. It’s been long that I don’t do that too. Second, I’ve deactivated my FB account. I was asked if why I did that. I said I wanted some quiet time that day or I was just challenging people to reach me. Those who knew (with my contacts) and remembered my personal occasion greeted me. Now I know. (haha)

The start of my 28th just happened and most of that day’s plan turned around. Blame it on the CAKE. Sure, I got thoughtful loved ones. Thank you everyone for being a slice of my life!

 

Xo

Roma Pi

 

ps: Lani, Ysang, Tette, Lily – ang sarap nung cake. Ako umubos. 🙂

First Day High (June 2005)

It’s school opening and like no other stranger on this school, I feel uncomfortable. I went to my first morning class at E23. Hmm…there were these people whose faces I don’t know. I don’t have the guts to talk to anyone so I decided to be quiet and sit at the corner near the windows. Suddenly, I was disturbed by a snap sound. I turned to my left and saw a girl snapping her fingers beside me. She introduced herself and the rest in the row. So, there I was, started to join the noise in the Louisian community.

(Hint: Okay, you can now compute my age..hahaha)

a Bridge of His Thoughts

I was texting him one afternoon. “Saan ka po ngayon?”

“Ah, tumatambay lang muna dito sa tulay on my way home.”,

text back nya. My mind instantly pictured this amazingly good man I call kuya. Granting my brain’s imaginative thoughts, parang nasa pelikula. A man with his motorbike parked at a side of a bridge and gazing so far, no one can reach his thoughts. It was a memory every time I pass by bridges and emotions flood through.

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Kuya Bong, a college friend