From April 21 to 27, the University of St. La Salle-Bacolod (USLS) was home to Kritika 2013, the national workshop on art and cultural criticism, which was held with the Iyas Creative Writing Workshop.
Thank you for such a wonderful opportunity.
It is sad to see people change and forget and leave us, but what can we do? We cannot just force people to still like us when it seems pretty clear
that they already don’t. That is part of growing up and moving forward.
Indeed, life shouldn’t stop there.
The thing is, the world is revolving and everything is happening. People
are interacting and they’re having fun. They continually exchange messages
and they are all enjoying the moment. Everyone has someone to share
everything with, except you. The world is turning and everyone is making
the best out of it to make a happy world, but the thing is, you are not
part of it.
Iyong minarkahan ko sa balota
hindi naman lahat kasama
sa pinagsasama-samang boto
ng aking mga katoto.
Iyong pinaniniwalaan kong
magliligtas sa bayan
ay siyang pang naligwak agad
at mga hindi pinalad.
Iyong sa karanasan ay hitik
ay ‘di na pala batayan ng pagpili
kasikatan at mga patalastas
sa madla’y mas kagila-gilalas.
Iyong sa dami ng komersyal
ay LSS ka na kung sa kanta
ang siyang mas nananalo
aba, tama ba ito?
Iyong mga tao daw naman
ay hindi rin masisisi
sara ang isip at salat sa edukasyon
sa dapat iboto tuwing eleksyon.
Iyong ba naman daw kasi
nadadala sa binibigay na salapi
paano nga nama’y naghihirap sila
masama bang tumanggap ng biyaya?
Iyong mga ganya’y ‘di na mawawala
kaya sana’y huwag ka nang dumagdag pa
makialam, manaliksik, mamahagi
balang araw, ang tama’y magwawagi.
Love stories are for the weak.
They suck the joy out of you
then you become this living host
of shattered memories.
Love stories are for the miserable.
They make you hold on to them
and promise you of most coveted type of endings
that you would never ever gonna get.
Love stories are for the hurt.
They remind you of how much you’ve lost
the moment you lost love
and make fun out of it.
Love stories are for the crazy
the ones who still believe
and in the end, they’ll grown in pain
and laugh and cry and laugh again.
Love stories are for the idiot
tongue out while their eyes glitter.
They hypnotize you with fantasy
and break your heart for real.
Love stories are for people
who are lulled into its dark and cold depths
They are for the hopeless ones
hopeless ones like me.
If only I could break a spell
the way you broke my heart,
the greatest curse of all the curses
will forever break apart.
If only I could tell a lie
the way that you told yours,
it would be the greatest ridicule
the world has ever known,
If only I could go for the kill
the way you did with me tonight,
then I could burn a happy family
and watch them by the moonlight.
If only I could live again,
the way you still survived,
without a slightest hint of guilt
I’d kill the world tonight.
If only you could see me
the way I always did,
there wouldn’t be much blood
and then I could have lived.
1. I haven’t posted anything for the longest time. Whenever I try posting (which is via email by the way), I end up forcing myself to post anythingand create not much of a good post. So I usually just press Ctrl+A then delete.
2. Just this morning, I wrote down all the senatorial candidates and their platforms. With my little brother’s birthday celebration happening
tomorrow, I know I don’t have much time for last-minute fact finding on the candidates. I don’t have the luxury to watch debates on TV due to my not having a TV in our dorm, which is sometimes good because you get to detach yourself from all these TV personalities who try too hard to prove themselves that, even though they are comedians, they know a lot about life and politics as well (which is wrong because, when you know things, you don’t talk and talk using too much English or too much unnatural-sounding Filipino just to prove your wit). Not having TV is peaceful, although I needed one for elections. Anyway, I wrote the candidates down and ruled out those I won’t consider, of course with some research on their background. I have 14 candidates now. I advise voters to do that. I mean, we have to vote the lesser evils.
3. There are times when we feel like the place we are in is not the place where we belong anymore. A year ago, we could still manage, but things might and would change after a year. We tend to outgrow where we are at the moment. But then, as much as we want to leave, it is either we are not capable of leaving or we don’t know where to go. That’s the rub.
4. We tend to say that we learned our lesson, but screw that. We don’t
really learn because we still continue to entertain people who taught us
those harsh lessons of life. We still stay with the people who hurt us even
though they still forget our friendship just because they found new love or
even if we have been stood up by them for the nth time. We still stay even
if the best thing to do is leave and never look back.
We dream a lot of things. Like, I want to enroll in a theater arts school and go into musical theater. And I want to finish Masters, enroll for Ph.D., and finish it. And I want to be an accomplished individual before 30, so then I could marry the girl I love. And I want to write for this famous magazine. We want to reach for a lot of dreams, but how much effort, considering our present struggles and responsibilities, do we exert to make them real? Up to what extent does fate allow us to reach them, and do we use these limits to our advantage or do we push beyond limits? How do we do that, maneuvering our fate and aligning them to where we want to go?