when I’m alone

a book on my chest

tripping to the other realm

living as an island

by orating with myself

 

ranting ideological arguments

only I could comprehend

another petty reason

to be a lonely island

 

computing numbers

supposed to be evidences

of toil and labor

in creating memories

 

strolling thru written gossips

while waiting for the next class

imagining good-willed fantasies

for my good-willed crush

 

having quality time

with Ely, Raimund, Marcus and Buddy

along their timeless youth propagandas

plot out in accurate melodies

 

when I’m alone

no one listens

no one bothers

no one is hurt

no one is loved

Homoiousia

The Silver Leaf Journal

I see you across the rooftops,
I watch you every night
and wonder:
Do you ever watch me
watching you?
I wonder, too,
about your life,
what it’s like to get up
each morning
in that room–
your room–
to wake into you.

I catch glimpses as you pass
between the windows
and I wonder what you think about
as you dress
and prepare for your day.
And then you disappear
until the night.

Hours later, I see you again
and wonder:
how did your day go,
and what is that book in your hand,
what are you watching
and who are you talking to?
I imagine you as a serious character
so when I see you laugh,
I wonder why.

The window of a house
seen across the rooftops
offers such a narrow glimpse into a life
so that I don’t think I would recognize you
If I met you on…

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Are You Truly “Listening”?

You might pass by the title in your news feed (which is a thing that can be associated to the act of hearing), but amping up an interest to read more about this blog makes you “listen” to me. (Aba, si Tim ba ito?!)

Hello. 🙂

Well let’s cut to the chase now.

Listening is a lot different from hearing. While hearing only involves the capacity to perceive audibly, listening requires us to choose according to our preferences of what we want to put not only in our ears, but also in the processing mechanisms of our inner selves. We cannot filter what we hear elsewhere, but listening takes into the scene as we discern and focus on the more interesting objects our naked ears could ever perceive. Simply put, listening is harder than hearing.

We can “hear” people by simply looking at them, and we “listen” as we get to know them better by sparking either friendly or sarcastic conversations. And like what my loving, godly parents advises me about choosing my friends wisely, “listening” to a person, obviously, shows that you are interested with that person. You wouldn’t want to misspend your precious time with raucous people who doesn’t deserve listening to. You wouldn’t give away your four minutes to a typical four-minute pop song which doesn’t earn an engagement to listen to even as early as its staid intro. And as each of us is dictated by the kind of community we belong to, our educational backgrounds/societal statuses always tend to affect the way we listen. TAKE NOTE, this pays a lot to a peace-on-earth-goodwill-towards-men advocacy. Subtle yet very evident, we build barriers among those who cannot, in one way or another, cope up on our standards of relationship-building. There is somehow an unspoken marginalization between the “good” and the “bad”, the “rich” and the “poor”, the “wise” and the “fool”, the “pro” and the “novice”, etc. ADMIT IT FOLKS (Don’t worry, I count myself as one of those who you know what I mean are)– we always incline to consider ourselves as one of those in the former adjectives of each of the comparisons. Upon thinking like that, we start to deconstruct the mere fact that this world is perfect– the way it is by its diversity and manifoldness, through labelling ourselves as the same. I mean, who would be willing to be tagged as “bad”? As “poor”? As “fool”? And how come we got into this contention anyway? Would you still be interested to “listen”?

Listening-Quotes

If you who reads this right now are a writer, you could probably tell to yourself that I am not like you. See? That’s the problem itself.

“What’s your point, Tim?”

Well, my point is, listening, in a general sense, is not only by the ears and mind (and heart). It could also be in the face of reading Da Vinci Code, knowing your enemies in a friendly approach (loving them!), eating adobong palaka for the first time, or even touching the dirtiest thing imaginable, say, tae. (Sarap ‘no?)

You get it? It is having a broader perspective of life.

We have zillions of things to learn around us. Albert Einstein, if he’s still alive, would still might discover more about his theories. Michael Jordan became so great and legendary because he had always submitted to his coach. Jesus Christ, who is the Lord and Savior, got the nerve and had managed to wash the feet of His disciples because He wanted them to learn!

Everyday gives us doors to listen. The only thing we need is an empty, lowly self, set to learn new things from others, from nature, from good/bad experiences, and even from self. Most importantly from God. Let us not fiddle away our time blaming and derogating what we think should be treated enough that way.

Give up yourself for the sake of learning. Listen.

 

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Yes of course, this is a normal question to ask a person you just met. I still recall doubting if I heard this right—hard to hear above the cacophony of clanging cymbals and people who were either singing along or screaming in each other’s ears…couldn’t tell. Yeah clearly, this was my “scene.”

I had just begun dating a musician at the time and this was all rather intimidating. Usually I just prepare a cute, little outfit. But this didn’t just feel like a date. It was a test, one that I had to pass!! I even primed myself for conversations that start with, “So Chelo, who are your top 5 creative influences? Alive or dead.” No idea why I was prepping for a Pulp interview but nevertheless, I knew I had my biting wit as my resbak. (They’ve done studies you know. 60% of the time, it works every time.) But of course, I get…

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The Risks of Reminiscing

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Everyone enjoys taking the trip down memory lane. While it’s usually a rocky one, the Internet gods have again, generously provided us with shortcuts: #TBT and #FBF (which, by the way, is just a lame excuse for those who forgot to post the day before), the trusty Timehop app, and there’s always the good ol’ manual approach of digging up Facebook photos. There’s a whole treasure trove of memories online; there are some that perhaps we’ve misplaced, can’t seem to place, or just desperately want to replace.

When Multiply first announced its closing, everyone freaked out like the world was going to end. To be fair, it really was the end of world, one of handy dandy “digicams” and over-“uploading” of photos. There are just too many mems (pardon the term) that we refuse to let go of. But this brings us to a more important question: Should we just let go…

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