Ang Estudyanteng Buotan

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

 

 

Here I am furiously typing J. Neil Garcia’s words onto my laptop’s word processor and outside, the Dumaguete weather isn’t being all too-friendly again. The three-minute power interruption that occurred a while ago proved little help to the cold I am experiencing from the university library’s air-conditioning units. Of course I blame myself for wearing denim mini shorts and a loose T-shirt again.

 

 

 

ode to my drinking buddies

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Must we always laugh, I would like to

Ask you. Dear friends, you are sunshine

Rays on this night of merriment; I melt and you

Keep the rest of us in the mood for more.

 

Just as we down brew after brew, we find

Ourselves

Loose and ready for the world. We know no

End, for the night

Is young and so are we; for the

 

Best part of the night is when we realize the

Eagerness of our youth: how we long for the

Right times and the right lives, coupled with

The right people. And

 

Now that we think of it, youth

Is almost a funny thing that we laugh and drink some more,

Never mind the stares of them

Other customers and La Tienda cashier.

 

Must we always build each other up, I ask you who

Expertly guns our rum and Coke, and beer.

We (or maybe just I) seek answers and the looks on your faces say yes.

 

Pulutan of chips and cookies—cookies, for Britney’s sake!— have

Run out, and we decide to buy no more. Rest assured

Every drop counted; our jovial night out is drawing to a close.

 

Mine is this night of living,

As well as memories you have shared. I foretell a

Retrospection in the morning—a new perspective at

Staying alive.

Who Done What?

Friday, May 8, 2009

What happens

an hour and a half after

a semi-rambunctious bunch of friends

have dinner at ChowKing?

 

The sauce container,

serving number and spoon

they brought home with them

will tell you the answer.

Rebirth of Sorts

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

If it weren’t for this deal of writing every day for a month, my blog (or Facebook Notes) would probably never see the dawn of new posts. For this summer anyway. I know I promised myself to bring the writer in me back to life, but it seems that I can’t even add a single paragraph to any 300-word write-up I start. And because I believe in the power of teamwork, I have agreed to do this thing with Steph just so we could practice our writing skills (if any, LOL). So the consequence for not posting for the day is to treat the other with food. Fair enough since Steph and I are not really spenders (kuripot, in other words) and are trying hard to lose the extra arm-and-hip baggage.

So, yeah. This is me boldly stepping up to the challenge. Or not. In any case, wish me luck for the next 29 days. I hope the last of my creative brain cells don’t die on me at such an important (and desperate) stage of my writing life.

Hasta la mañana!