of poems and stolen pieces

i saw this back last month in Jake's multiply, and i just thought he was nothing short of a lit genius. ooh, and he takes really nice fotos, too :)

ang galing. that i was i could muster.

i like you just because
by Jake

I like you.
And I know why.
I like you because when I tell you something special
You know it’s special
And you remember it
A long, long time.
You say,
“Remember when you told me something special?”
And we both remember.

I like you because
You don’t pretend to listen, when you don’t want to listen
But sometimes you do.
That’s because I need an ear.
So you keep nodding in agreement as if you understood every single word I just said
And we both end up knowing that you didn’t get a thing.

I like you because
You pay for your own fare and I pay for mine.
You don’t pretend to take out your coin purse and wait for me to say something…
(3...2...1...Zero.No? Nothing? Nothing at all?)

When I think something is important,
You think it’s important too.
When I think something is ridiculous,
You think it’s ridiculous too.
When I say something funny, you laugh.
I think I’m funny. You think I’m funny too.
I like you because
You know where I’m ticklish and you don’t tickle me there.
Except just a tiny bit. . .
Sometimes.
Stop!

You know how to be silly.
That’s why I like you. You’re silly.
I like you because you know when it’s time to stop being silly. Maybe day after tomorrow.
Maybe never.
Oops! Too late!
It’s quarter past silly.

I like you because
You laugh at yourself, and you don’t mind if I laugh at you
If somebody makes a complete fool of himself in front of us
We don’t have to say a word…
We become two giant Thought Bubbles—
Mine says: Are you seeing this?
Yours says: You bet I am.
Our Thought Bubbles go together so well we could be a comic strip.

When we eat out
You know I’d love to have that last French Fry.
Hiding at the bottom of the carton
Its head peeking through the corner
I like you because you just let it be
Though I know you’re dying to have it too.

That’s because you really like me
You really like me, don’t you?
You like me. And I like you back. And that’s the way we keep going.
And going.
Everyday.

When I am feeling sad
You don’t come comforting me right away
You just sit there.
Sometimes it’s better to be sad
You can’t stand others being so happy
Every single moment.
Like they were acting out a Brady Bunch scene.
You want to know things. It takes time.
You want to feel a tear caressing your face.

I like you because
If I am mad at you
Then you get mad at me too.
It’s awful when the other person isn’t.
They are just so nice and so hoo-ha you could just punch them in the nose
And get away with it.
I like you a lots because of that.

I like you because
When you pass gas
I don’t have to pretend I'm busy
Looking outside the window and all that
I say something like: "Maybe you should stay away from camote for a while"
And you say: "Maybe."

If I fail, and if you fail too,
Then it is lots of fun to fail.
We both are sorry.
We eat ice cream.
We splurge.
We binge.
We tell everybody exactly what we did and they wish they failed too.

I like you because
When you come up with a great paper
Or a great logline
Or a great idea,
You don’t come up to me and say
“Oh, this suckkks. What do you think?”
No, you don’t. You shove it to my face and you say: I’m a God.
Which you are not.

I like you because—I don’t know why—but—
Everything that happens is nicer, with you.
I like you because…because…because…
It’s December 25
On November 25

And if you and I had some drums
And some horns and trumpets and cheap firecrackers
We could be a holiday
We could be a celebration
We could be a whole parade.
See what I mean?
Even if it was the nine hundredth and ninety-ninth of July
Even if it was August
Even if it was way down at the bottom of November
Even if it was no place in particular in January
I would go on choosing you
And you would go on choosing me
Over and over
Again.
That’s how it would happen every time.
I don’t know why.

I like you.

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and now am tired. i copy/pasted this entire thing, line by line. yess. hurts in the eyes. but yeah, reading it again will make up for it :)

i wish i'd come off this poetic. hay. hats off to Jake :)

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and yeah, maybe it wouldn't hurt to get to find that one i could tell, hey look someone wrote about us :)

hello Monday morning

it's not a Monday morning anymore -- itsa Monday afternoon na. i was supposed to write before 102 this morning, so i get to feel how it is to blog in class. haha. but i dint get to, cos when i was about to begin, class started na.

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third attempt to finish this entry -- time in: 11.20p. so much for blogging in class. me and my weird things :P i felt like such a bibo kid, shuffling from BA to AS and back. i was finishing my survey quota and i had to bring it to school pa because the thirty-and-above people were kulang. i had to survey the BA librarians then later harass the AS101 staff pa. thank you to everyone that gave time for our survey :)

i felt bibo because i helped set up the AS walk Aiesec booth :) my hands got weird dark spots from all the alikabok i had to deal with from the dusty tarp and the straws. and to up my bibo-ness, am manning the booth tomorrow pa with jerick. yey :D

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buddy bidding :D today i officially love WC :) i was thinking the entire weekend about whether i should push through with the application. and i was like, i have to decide before the buddy bidding tonight because bidding for a buddy (nice ring :P) is kind of like semi-committing to the application. i dint even get to think. this afternoon i just started walking to the tambayan like it was the most normal thing to do.

the weird part about it was before going through the motions of the bidding, April was like, do any of you still have apprehensions about the application? i seriously wanted to raise my hand. i dint raise my hand because am even if am a freakinsenior already, am still a shy loser like that.

had i raised and had she asked me, i'd give her three reasons -- 1) am no serious writer 2) the authors they rattle off dont ring bells to me and i feel a sort of literary-inferiority, yes i am good at making up complexes :P -- and i realize lame excuse to cos i know my zizek, chomsky, err, yun lang pala 3) and third, ermmm... because my paranoia eats me up? heck, i can give fifty more reasons why i shouldnt push through... but but but -- *drumroll* i am pushing through with this :D

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even rach said i should take April for a buddy. she's really funny, benta mga hirit nya bigtime, and matapang enough for deliberations to make sure i get in. haha, and i just realized how wrong my criteria are :P i dint get to have her though cos shes execom and WC has this no-execom-buddy rule. then they made us pick partners. i ended up with Vincent who knows almost everyone in the org, i thought he was WC already. Vincent wanted Anj (more funny kwento later) cos he said super okay daw and really goodm -- that was what he said when i asked. he seemed so bent on Anj i couldn't pipe in and say i want Nat or Moki. weirdly though, when Nat went up for the bid, Vincent asked me if i want Nat, and when i said yes, we both bid for him. i was thinking seriously whether i did somethng with my face that conveyed that subliminal message about Nat. and yey, we got Nat :)

Anj is the ultimate benta! :D tawa lang ako ng tawa when she came to the tambayan in this weird character which i guessed wasn't her real speaking voice. she kind of spooked me out because she was talking with the voice half the time and i never heard her realreal voice. they said she was theater, and there was nothing more entertaining than she was! :) i kinda felt bad we didnt get to get her -- but but, am really happy with THE nat :D

ohyes, i think i love WC now :D

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picked up Mahal in mascom. we decided to walk from there to the Katip terminal. it was pretty far, but i nver really felt tired. i was all too happy to see Mahal :) and and.. we're jogging AND shopping tom! weee :)

i was just thinking, of all the promises that i got about staying and being there for me, Mahal's was the only non-promise that delivered :) i guess that's what the real thing's made of -- no fluff, real stuff (ooh rhyming) :P

knew you were for keeps :) thanks mahal, labyu! yikeee.

and so the sem begins

sunny Sunday morning today, and even with all the tasks on top of my head, i get to blog. i do have a pretty valid reason for this though -- waiting for the survey answers while my and that buzz to tell me they're done. btw, thanks to Raissa -- suki :P, Wahr, Debbie, Nicolo, Markie, Mahal, Nica, and RJ :) really big help. 8 down, 42 to go. yes, fortyfreakintwo more.

EDIT (9:06 pm): dint get to finish writing this morning because just when i was about to go into my next paragraph, Mum tells me its late and that we have to get going. and now am writing again while i wait for my survey answers. and and.. my love goes out to Tet Grajo for making sure i hit the 50-respondent quota by giving me all the addies i can possibly need. haha. thanks Tet. i will make sure i'll be first in your favor-giver list :D

on another survey note, i felt like a total shxthead after reading Nicolo's paper. he even left a note to say we should've used 'sex' and not 'gender'. and to up that feeling of shxthead-ness, Tet had to tell me he is the god in crafting surveys. pft. Tet and i were laughing cos as i was saying, i had apprehensions because hes psych and all -- and he delivered :P haha. i dont really feel badbad about it, heck i dint even make the survey. it's a perception thing.

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on with my recounting of the last few days.

Friday
i got to bully Rach to go with me in the Writer's Club orientation. and we were both erm... surprised -- in a good way. people in WC are different in an interesting way and i like that. but i dont know, am still apprehensive about pushing through with my application. maybe because am a senior -- and that can mean a lot of things and i wont go into them, maybe because i dont think i have time, maybe because i dont really write, maybe because i dont think i am getting in for the beautiful reasons like loving writing so much i cant live without it. but another part of me is excited about getting in -- new friends first and foremost because my set is getting kinda boring (but but.. i love my girls to bits :D ermm, did i just say it that way? :P haha), i like the WC people and i think there will be very interesting conversations, writing and the idea of getting better at it, and resolving that thing i have about commitment. am still thinking. tomorrow's buddy bidding and i think i shall go. hrmm, rach says i should. maybe i should.

we had pre-birthday dinner at Jack's Loft in Eastwood. i haven't uploaded fotos because i dont have the time -- and i think am being really responsible for not getting into multiply while i do my surveys :D

Saturday
Happy Birthday Rach! :D here's to secret secrets, secret getaways, chismis, breakfasts+lunches+dinners, life issues, small talk, Dairy Queen, your (our) hidden thingum for foreign students :P, and the B's Club -- whatever it's supposed to be called. thank you :D and and.. i shall eat at your house before we graduate, para bati na kame ni Jan :)

and Friendcess, i hope you dont make fighting with cabbies a regular thing. haha. remember, you do the fighting, i do the crossing :D and and.. am working on that meanie part of me. thank you for reminding me of that vicious cycle that i am unwittingly creating. and yes, i think you are a keeper because you remind me to do what's right :) yeah, it's kinda eew, but am not taking it back.

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yes, i think i kinda get it -- that fixing one thing doesnt justify ruining another. it's hard. it's sofreakinhard but i think i want to be the bigger person. pft. i shall think long and hard. i hope i get to do the right thing.