i started this entry 5 years and 18 days ago.

it’s been a whirlwind month for me. and finally the music has faded, the tears have dried, and it has left my heart a bit battered but tougher than ever.

i sit outside my porch, stuart in my lap, my ciggies and a bottle of beer in my left. i usually sit at the left side of this spot, but as i am alone here tonight, i prop my legs comfortably on the other chair. i stare a bit at the new battle scar on my leg. it looks like it’s healing well. too bad keloidal talaga ko. but hey, i’m proud of these scars. they remind me of a certain point in my life.

the sky is still dripping. there is no moon in sight. last night while i was in subic, i marveled at the beauty of the moon and the crashing of the waves. the moon was big and bold although it wasn’t at it’s fullest – there was still a tiny jigsaw puzzle that was hanging. i presumed it was my heart that was missing there. i had my legs up the balcony again – a scene too familiar that i cannot help but remember the salty scent of that also great august night.

just recently, a wise man asked me what was love to me, since i was a bit too eager to tell him that love was a big word to just throw so carelessly around. he further urged that the fact i was so eager to define this big word, i would have more or less an idea on how it looks, or feels – just like a good apple must be red, crunchy and juicy – i must have known what good love was all about.

this was a debate between a 20-something, on the verge of getting drunk, movie-holic cowgirl and a man who i even dare not try to guess how old he is but with age comes wisdom. and by the looks of it, as he was calmly sipping through his alcohol, i was the one losing this match. age has definitely won against beauty this time.

not that i’m complaining though, i love being around people who can push me to my limits, allowing me to get outside of my cocoon (not that i need much cajoling) and to freely say what i want and mean without being judged for the words that i say, or the actions that i do.

it’s just that there are too many “bob”s in my head to be able to define it. taking it socially and historically, i grew up in the “fairytale era” where the prince saves the helpless princess from whatever predicament she is in and then they ride the white horse and live happily ever after. after that, the other bob takes over. now what? life wasn’t supposed to end there. even horses get tired, and sunsets turn into sunrise. there has to be more than just riding into the sunset.

maybe it was in a book, or maybe in a conversation with another wise man, but someone once told me, just let love be. it’s true that love is such a big word, so who are we to actually encapsulate it into one single meaning? i’ve been lucky that maybe once or twice in my life i have felt that great rush of love, for a day, or a week, or maybe for a single glance, but i knew, and we knew it was love. because we have just let it be. complicated, mad, saturating, tiring, nauseating even. and you know what? it was never the ride off to the sunset.

let me digress a bit. i have found great love with great friends. friends who know when to bite their tounges or hold my hair as i puke my brains out. there are those beg and scream for me to let go of their skin as i bite into it out of frustration, and in the morning as i say sorry, would just say, “just don’t do it again” with the assurance in their heads that one day i will do it again and it still wouldn’t matter. friends who would stay up with me until the wee hours in the morning just to extract and compartmentalize the different bobs roaming inside my head, and there are those who just keep on driving as i cry on their shoulder, offering a pathetic tissue in hopes of me not putting snot all over their shirts – and if ever i did, it wouldn’t matter. is there no truer love than this as well?

and maybe that’s why poets, dreamers and even great scientists try to define what this love is all about. because no one has the true authority in its definition. we get frustrated and marveled by how such a feeling can drive people crazy and revive them back to sanity all at the same time.

in the end, we are left with scars, scents and scenes that we can –










that we can what?

i’m not so sure if i am happy that i know the next lines to this entry made almost 5 years ago. and the same scars, scents and scene are very much well alive in me. but defining love? i’m not sure i’d be as eager to answer the same question anymore.


just. let. love. be.

because she gave up.

paano mo masasabing ako ang umalis at bumigay

kung ang bawat hibla ng pagkatao ko, ang letra ng bawat salitang lumalabas sa bibig ko ay

tanging ikaw.

kahit sa mga sandaling tuluyan nang naglaho ang amoy mo sa jacket na pilit kong binubulok sa sulok ng kwarto ko –

ito parin ang tinatakbuhan ko sa mga gabing malamig at hirap akong makatulog. ang ala-ala mo ay hindi na matanggal pa ng kahit ano pang sabong panlaba na ibinebenta.

sa sandaling maamoy ko na ang alimoong na dala ng pagtagpo ng mainit na lupa at malamig na tagaktak ng ulan

tanging ikaw.

kahit pa sa mga sandaling kaya ko na pakinggan ang mga kantang yaring naging soundtrack tuwing tayo ay nagkasama na tila mo’y naisaulo ko na ang bawat galaw, ang bawat tingin na ginawa mo habang tumutugtog ang kanta. dahil kaya ko nang makinig na hindi ako nababaliw na sa pagtingin ko sa tabi ko, alam kong hindi kita matatagpuan

tanging ikaw.

paano mo masasabi ng ganon ganon lang sa ibang tao na ako ang unang bumitaw sa ating dalawa kung ikaw mismo ang sumigaw ng kawalan na bumingi sa aking buong pagkatao, habang ikaw lang ang sinisigaw, hanggang mapaos, hanggang manlumo, hanggang tanging bulong nalamang ang kaya kong gawin sa kaka hanap ko sayo.

tanging ikaw.

hindi ako ang bumitaw sa ating dalawa. kung mamarapatin ng tadahana, ididikit ko nalamang ang sarili ko kahit sa kakarumpot na ala-alang iniwan mo, at buong buhay na akong mabubuhay dito, habang pinapanood kong patuloy ang pag-ikot ng mundo mo.

ikaw parin. tanging ikaw parin.

magiging totoo ako. humanap ako ng iba. at maswerte ako (at malas niya) na may umako sa basag at sabog kong pagkatao pagkatapos mong iwan. pero ikaw parin ang laman ng puso ko.

sa kailailaliman ng puso ko, nakatago sa mga sulat at halik na buong puso ko ring ibinigay sa iba, sa kailailaliman nito,

ikaw parin. hanggang ngayon, ikaw parin.

anim na letrang minsan ay napagmumuntikanan kong banggitin sa pagitan ng pangalan na tatatlo nalang. gusto kong ibuhos sa iba ang lahat ng nararamdaman ko, kahit wala na akong nakukuhang kapalit dahil puputok nako sa kakaisip kung san ko pa ilalagay ang lahat ng ito.

kaya wag mong sasabihing ako ang unang bumitaw. dahil tanging ikaw. laging ikaw parin.

on nights like this

i let my mind wander 

through thoughts of

you, you, and you.

august was always great for me.  for almost ten years now, my augusts are filled with selfishness and selflessness. 

and now another august is about to end, and it is bittersweet.

just when i thought i have nothing else to offer, i magically pull up something from God knows where.

so i can’t help but think, am i inlove with pain as well?

i have to thank you august, because my years are never boring because of you. there is always something to reminisce, something to ache and long for, something to be happy about.

but one day, i shall find that person who will not just stand in the shore of my love. my heart is an ocean and i need you to dive in, head first, arms outstretched forward.