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Brujo desnudo

IT wasn’t the P350 sitting fee that I was paid upfront after an hour or so assuming, then, keeping a pose frozen for 15 minutes in puris naturalibus… what was more precious were one or two sketches in colored pencil, charcoal, or ink on art paper that a bevy of artists gifted me after the nude sketching sessions… the missus found them—maybe the angle of the dangle-- not to her liking, disposed of them, ephemeral immortality on paper.

Ah, those painters were profuse with appreciation at what they saw… veins running like root-rills on the arms, ripple of stringy flesh on torso and thighs akin to lizards about to pounce on prey… a lot of work went into such shaping of such lean and mean meat, say, a tattoo of 108 fist blows hurled by both arms… 88 kicks for each leg… 22 blows for each elbow… and odds and ends household chores throughout any day.

Get into that shape if you’re a sucker for the Scriptures about the Hebrew term, musar— discipline, exclusive attainment, a genius-sp…

रो 4

Row 4

KAYA naman pala lumabas na gunggong… hindi isinalang ang katawan sa gawa—puro ngawa lang—para manatiling matino ang isipan… use it or lose it, sabi nga.

Batugan na ang katawan, batugan pati isip—gunggong na, inutil pa… walang masisipat na maganda sa katawan, mas karima-rimarim sa sukat pati isipan.

Nilinaw sa British Journal of Sports Medicine matapos ang pananaliksik sa 20,000 tao na kahit 20 minuto lang sanlinggo ang ilaan sa pagpag ng katawan, makakaiwas na sa pinsala ng isipan… noon pang 2008 ito natuklasan, pwe-he-he-he!

Hindi na kataka-taka na ang mga hinangaang sina O-sensei Morihei Ueshiba, Miyamoto Musashi, George Washington Carver, Luther Burbank at Rudolph Steiner pawang nahutok, nahubog ang katawan sa halos walang humpay na gawain sa araw-araw… kaya marahil malalim na, malawak pa ang saklaw ng kanilang inilahad na kaisipan… namuhay sila sa mga nakaraang siglo, pero nakaigpaw at angkop pa rin sa kasalukuyan pati sa hinaharap ang kanilang mga diskarte sa pamumuhay… so col…

Mangkono

MADALING makatagpo ng mangkono, kasi’y napakaraming umuusbong na bakawan sa disyerto’t siksikan ang mga birhen sa mga bahay-putahan.

Pinakamatigas daw na kahoy sa bansa ang mangkono, Xanthostemon verdugonianus or Philippine ironwood… aabot sa apat na araw ang paglagare sa punong may bulas na 36” sa tindi ng tigas… masusumpungan sa pulo ng Dinagat sa Surigao, Homonhon sa Samar, Babatngon sa Leyte at sa mga dawag ng Palawan… nakapagsinop na rin ng mga binhi ang isang non-government organization sa Barangay Mascap, Rodriguez sa lalawigang Rizal… at maglilipat nga ng ilang punla sa paligid ng San Beda sa Mendiola… dead smack in the asphalt and concrete wilderness.

Cabinetry o paglikha ng muwebles ang libangan ng katotong pangulo ng bangko—na nagpahanap sa inyong imbing lingkod ng mangkono… kahit ilang piraso lang ang unti-unting tapusin, bawat isa’y ituturing na heirloom piece… pamanang kagamitan.

Ilang taon din kasing totoka ang Mangkokolum sa isang pulo na karatig ng Mindoro Occidental… ma…

Encounter enchantment

TWO or three sticks of cigarette, some coins or a candy or two suffice as peace offerings to unseen denizens of sylvan parts—the wilderness teems with beings the naked eye cannot behold.

So I told my son-in-law who wanted my company in a stab through Mt. Makulot in Cuenca, Batangas… on a day that I’ll be leaving off for the western hinterland parts of Mindoro for an agronomy project I’m tending to.

Years back, an Army buddy was doing routine patrol with his unit through the jungles of Palawan when he spotted a covey of wild doves roosting on a bough of a huge tree… he thought stringy game fowl flesh roasting on coals, sprayed half a clip off the hip, felled some birds… rushed to pick up those lean pickings here and there… then went triple time to catch up with his comrades trudging ahead.

He couldn’t catch up with his unit… saw them too distant, a blur of fatigues… beyond reach. He let out a lung-busting yell… fired off a few rounds… they ignored him, kept tramping on through the bushes…

Hugot sa isinuksok

PAMBALISONG 29” ‘to— 100 igkas-tarak na araw-araw sasanayin, iisa lang…sa isang iglap kapag may buhay na kikitlin. It’s more turned to less, quantity skimmed down to quality… a quantum of bonding time translated to eternity in a moment’s blur.

Ika-25 araw ngayon sa buwan, 29 na ang nasulat na inilagak dito, mangkokolum.blogspot.com… hugot na lang sa isinuksok, Inday… maisasalpak ‘to na tila tagdan sa butas ng pahinang pupunuan araw-araw…

Kung may tiyaga sa pagbibilang, mauungkat sa bawat nasulat na karaniwang 444, 555, 666 o 777 ang kabuuang bilang ng mga nakalatag na kataga… bakit gano’n? Sinasadya ba ‘to?

Ah, mga diwata at ninunong namayapa umano ang nakapatnubay, nasa tabi-tabi lang kapag sumulpot na signos ang 444.

Mga anghel ang nakatalaga sa paglitaw ng 555, kahit amoy-sardinas.

Pulos demonyo at mga masidhing mithi—intense thoughts that become alive, take ephemeral form and await to take flesh in reality-- na nakapailanlang sa paligid ang ibinabadya ng 666… sex, sex, sex can be omin…

Lullaby-way

SO much of a world to see, a lot to hear… more of limbs and trees and thighs to grab, grope or grasp… some meat or morsel to baste over with ember tongue… with just six senses all worked up in childhood’s exuberant enthusiasm.

An elder’s threats of thorough spanking put the brakes to a mélange of mischief impish on hyper-drive, bundled me off and… Enter Sandman—‘say your prayers, little one… don’t forget, my son, to include everyone… tuck you in warm within, keep you free…’

It turns out that there are more to sex or six of waking senses…that awaken in sleep.

Say, here’s a word I coined in R.E.M. slumber— “somnicate.” Why ambulate when it’s a lot pleasurable to fornicate while asleep?

On a cairn of rocks did a Jacob fell somnolent… and upon such arid pile rose up a ladder-- loftier and a lot sturdier than Babel’s tower—on rungs of which God’s angels did loiter, up and down, up and down, up and down… come, come, that wasn’t an extended wet dream in which a succubus either did the jackhamme…

Linteknolohiya talaga!

NAGHUHUMIYAW na uhaw ng laman na laging ipapangako na didilaan, didiligan—laging sa gano’n aagos na alon ang aming usapan, kaming dalawa lang… guguhit na kidlat at liyab ang mga salitang ihahanay, isusuksok sa global information superhighway…

Seek heat and you shall find… pero sa higit 95 milyon, isa lang bawat 100 Pilipino ang gumagalugad sa world wide web…

Sa bawat 10 Pilipino na nabitag ng global web, siyam sa kanila ang lalaro ng online games—Farmville, Mafia Wars, Plants vs. Zombies-- o babad, ‘kikipaghuntahan sa social network sites (Facebook ang pinakasikat)… isa lang yata ang sasaliksik, hahalungkat ng mga kuntil-butil na kaalaman.

Nakabuyangyang ang larawan ng inyong imbing lingkod sa kanyang pitak sa Facebook at sariling web log, mangkokolum.blogspot.com… buong tiwala na kipkip sa braso ang panganay na apo, gumagala sa lawak ng tumana… pero nasisipat pala ang igting ng kalamnan sa buong katawan, napapansin ang balasik ng mata’t nguso, pati gaspang sa hagod na baga ng bigote… s…

Dark side of the Porsche

NAPIGTAL marahil sa tangkay ang bungang pinapapak ng bayakan… pumatak sa bumbunan ng pauwi nang suray na lasing, nasapian sa todo tungga ng marka demonyo’t masayang huntahan, inabot ng hatinggabi sa daan…

Dinakot ang bilog na bungang dumikit sa ulunan… inamoy… sobra sa hinog na tsiko, biniyak… isinubo ang kalahati, nginata… sumigid hanggang bituka ang tamis. Akmang isusubo ang nalabing kalahati sa palad, napatingala sa malabay na sanga ng puno… mangga… may humahagikgik doon na aninong kanlong ng mga dahon… tsiko ang nalaglag... mula punong mangga…

Inaninag niya ang hawak na kalahati ng bunga sa palad… malagkit na himaymay ng naligis na damo… malinaw ang nakatambad na hawak: tae ng kabayo!

Dagundong ng kulog ang hagalpak ng halakhak ng dambuhalang anino na ikinukubli ng mga dahon, nakalupasay na may anyo ng tao at kabayo…

Such an eerie pony for my thoughts from a childhood spent in a gentler, more pastoral precincts of Paltok in Quezon City… long gone.

Nahasikan ng asin ang paligid ng tu…

Kalansaysay

SA udyok na bihisan ng laman at bigyan ng buhay ang natagpuang kalansay para pag-aralan daw ng nakasunod kay Hesukristo, dinagukan ang nakasunod saka sinabihan: “Sarili mong buhay at katawan hindi mo mapag-aralan, gusto mo pang panghimasukan ang sa iba, gunggong ka!”

Matutunghayan ang naturang alamat ng gunggong sa Munaqib—kalipunan ng mga kuwento, himala at aral sa Sufi… nakasulat sa sinaunang wika ng Persia, tinipon at isinalin ni Idries Shah, pinamagatang The Hundred Tales of Wisdom… P239 ang nag-iisang sipi na nabili sa National Book Store.

Makakalkal naman sa global information superhighway or Internet ang isa pang likhang salin ni Idries Shah, The Book of Power na naglalaman ng iba’t ibang pamamaraan para magkamit, gumamit ng karunungan at kapangyarihang itim…

Sumagi sa isip ang ngitngit ng Hesukristo sa kuwento nang maglahad ng santambak na hapis at hinagpis ang katotong dilag… naungkat ang masalimuot na buhay ng ilang kakilala’t kaibigan… naglimi, naghimay, nagtunton at nagsuri …

Kim chi a la Diablolo

‘TWAS a booze buddy gulping Cuba libre who spouted fears about a soft yet coiled steel feel about my hands… bundled phalanxes still ply out a fine right-slanted hand passing off as calligraphy or swift focused brush stroke in sumi-e… he needn’t be bothered by a show of such art and fact turning as artifact.

Naawitan ng bayaw, kim chi para sa kanyang misis na miss na miss na raw ang kakaibang himas-apoy sa dila ng aking timpla… pumapatak lang sa P150 ang halaga ng mga sangkap— napa cabbage, daikon radish, garlic chives, red hot chili peppers, ginger, garlic, shallots… a sprinkling of finely ground black peppercorns and julienned ginger in a syrup of native palm vinegar and palm sugar simmered below boiling point for the pickling solution.

Igugumon halos buong maghapon sa pakikipagbuno sa munting halo’t lusong—mortar and pestle—para magdikdik ng ihihilamos sa niluray na repolyo’t ginayat na labanos… aalimbukay ang mga nanggigitata sa tamis na gunita habang subsob sa ginagawa.

Ganoon din ka…

Id for idea

ALL’S fair, even in pouncing on a fair lady—“I would have ravished and lavished you with affection but can’t, the paper we work for trussed us off to ‘why pay’ zone!”

Stunned and struck at a loss for words, she didn’t fell off her chair… likely fell for her bushwhacker, right eye flicking a fast beat like her heart’s— so primitive a reaction for the brain’s left half to process a sudden assault of information…

The left brain reins language, reigns over the dexterity of the right hand, the ability to sort out things—tasks that demand reason and routine… uh, she could have (1) swung back with a slap or a blow that points up 2.5 million years of right-handedness (2) flung a splash of soup or slurp of wine, or (3) spouted a stream of colorful language, a tongue lashing, a defensive growl… why, findings suggest the “left brain’s capacity for controlling manual action extended to controlling the vocal apparatus for speech.”

Scored 0-3, she did none of the above, whew!

The lovely lady later wen…

Skookum

NOT so spry and sprite fast enough, past caught up with him— nightmare began, past turned up as pest.

Parang pasakalyeng palpak sa Olympic Games, they were carrying a torch for each other down the years… that torch ought to have burnt down to a stub if held that long, could have caused second-degree burns, why, it should have been passed to other runners but they didn’t. As lunatics are committed to insane asylums, the pair of parental consenting adults went through with their commitment… and committed… ah, pleasurable sins of commission and emission.

So here’s to waking up from the wrong side of the bed, maybe quaking off on the wrong bed and walking out on history—past can be pesky and bed and board for one’s sanity.

Let history indict and judge, offer every lesson, not lessen us.

Uulitin ko lang po, history is done and we’re done with it… destiny is what’s to be done and we’re doing it.

Alak pa para sa maliyab na pagsalubong sa hinaharap— talagang masarap ang mga pusikit sa karimlang …

Veinte y uno

KARANIWANG sa kortapluma ang sukat na 21 pulgada— mas maikli pa nga ang pantistis na scalpel pero talagang pinipili ang mga lunan ng katawan na tutuldukan o gagatlaan, kahit 2-3 pulgada ng talim susuksok, lalaslas sa mga tinatawag na brachial artery…

Size doesn’t matter, indeed, as long as the wielder makes the most in sizing up—same lethal points to ponder and sunder in both small and large targets-- then, cutting the opposition down to size.

Madaling itago ang veinte y uno kaysa 29”— kapwa balisong o baling sungay… kaya mas mainam ikintal sa kamalayan na may nakasukbit na alagang hayup sa katawan, pinapastulan… sasagisag sa kabuuan ang maliit na bahagi… synechoche… “sakit ng kalingkingan, damdamin ng buong katawan.” Dilang sulsol na gatong sa bukana, nagliliyab pati puso’t kaluluwa…

Iugnay na rin ang ang sungay sa animal na nagtustos ng gatas sa sanggol na Zeus—pinag-ugatan ng katagang “diyos” sa ating wika.

Bilang pasasalamat ng bathala sa kaloob na kupkop at kalinga, binigyan ng hima…

Post what’s on your mind

ELMO, hindi ko bitbit sa gabi ng parangal ang pinakabagong siyota na may sukat 38-26-36, labanos ang kutis… mas matangkad sa ‘kin, hawas ang mukha, may ngiti sa mga mata… malambing.

Ka-chat kagabi si Dave Gomez— sa Lausanne, Switzerland pa rin… nasa Luzon ka—at naungkat bakit maniac pa rin ang Diablolo na tulad ko… ah, the good that you do comes back tenfold and I must have been bed in good.

Napipika naman si Dennis Fetalino, how come dates turn up as 30-somethings that defile the rules plied out in a Taoist sex manual that I have access to… uh, rules like hymen are made to be lapped up and lacerated, right?

‘To pa namang Dennis, ang madalas ipukpok sa bumbunan ko, “Spread the blessings.” Not my fault or misreading of the language when ‘blessings’ turn up as ‘thighs feminine’ in my lexicon.

Blessing = a state of beatitude = happiness. That’s how the Scriptures had it down pat. We misconstrue the pursuit of happiness as chasing skirts with shapely beauties in them, nah, it’s an inner state…

Bituin sa pigi

TITINGALA ba sa mga bungkos ng bituin sa langit, kung may langit sa bituin sa pigi, or in plain body English, between the thighs… sights and sighs heavenly?

Sabi nga yata sa Julius Caesar ni Shakespeare: The fault, my dear, does not lie in the stars but in that we lie under the sheets, mwa-ha-ha-haw!

Dinagdagan kasi ang mga zodiac signs… nahilo na kasi ang mundo sa walang humpay na ikot nito at walang patumanggang higop ng nakabuntot na buwan… sablay na raw ang mga nakatakdang buhos ng balakubak, alimuom at singaw mula sa mga bungkos ng bituin, the assigned dozen constellations that make up zodiac signs… too, the universe is expanding… “you are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars…”

Shift happens, your guiding stars thrown out of kilter: Capricorn: January 20 - February 16; Aquarius: February 16 - March 11; Pisces: March 11 - April 18; Aries: April 18 - May 13; Taurus: May 13 - June 21; Gemini: June 21 - July 20; Cancer: July 20 - August 10; Leo: August 10 - Sep…

Salamin

“To love another is to see the face of God.”
Les Miserables

BITBIT ng tatlong anak na lalaki ang kani-kanilang kasuyo sa binyag ng apong Oyayi, ipapakilala marahil sa angkan ang angkin… hinayupak talaga si Andrew E., napakaraming sinulsulan na “Humanap Ka…”

Married I am to a campus beauty queen who graduated at the top of her class, kaya talagang makukutusan ang Andrew E. kapag nagkita kami sa Las Piñas.

Teka muna, sariling sukat at sipat ang inilalapat ng titingin sa kariktan… dizzying beauty fills the eyes of a beer holder, alak pa! Para hindi na kayo gumastos sa santambak na cosmetic beauty treatments, injections and processes that inflict so much pain and drain on income… ply me with spirits.

And there’s a beyond organic fusion of body and mind— anuman ang itakda ng diwa sa katawan, tatalima na walang pasubali… Get a grip on the mind, the body acquiesces in utter surrender.

Maliksi ang diwa, maliksi pati katawan… batugan ang ulirat, inutil lumilitaw ang katawan… gunggong ang isipan,…

Mooched smooches

“Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that's a real treat.”
Joanne Woodward

PAYAK ang pakay ng yakap.

Like a kitten with claws tacked on a clew of yarn I had her summon a protest so kittenish… “Your kids are watching… us.” So the kids learned henceforth that fond affections and fiery tenderness attend sessions of mooching smooches… that’s going through centrifugal oscillations prior to doing centripetal… yes, slow down, stop and smell, deflower.

May nakapupog na pala sa gilid ng leeg kamakailan, hindi napansin na nanlilimahid na yata sa lipstick, breath freshener, mouthwash, disinfectant-flavored ice cream… pero napansin ng suki sa Farmers Market, mataas pa ang araw pero suson-suson na raw ang tuklaw, lapang, sagpang at sakmal ng vampira sa ‘kin… such nerve committing a felony in broad daylight, she muttered…

I reasoned that, indeed, ‘twas broad daylight. Such broad must have been too myopic, why, she wh…

फीडिंग फ्रेंज्य

Feeding frenzy

FEED her mine— uh, mind.

The bit of lapsus lingua is brought about by designs erratic or erotic… and may be loosely translated as lapping up fond mammary, ehek, memory… hi-hi-hi-higop ng sabaw sa tasa, uh, what’s the hidden agenda in a 38C cup but embers that can be stoked to flames?

I was told that Ibaloi natives of Cordillera listen to the silence of lamb chops, lend an ear to titters of baby back ribs or painful cackles of pinikpikang manok… there’s some meaty food for thought that can hush more than hunger in the guts.

Sarap talagang kumain, lalo na kung ikaw ang kakainin… food should be kept hot, o, nag-iinit ka na ba?

Idagdag na nga pati kanta ni Craig David, “What’s Your Flavor?”

Can thoughts of yours be steered toward hearty eating, my dear?

The secret to flavorsome broiled tulingan— skewer with peeled-off fresh guava stick, rub length of fish with ginger and tamarind juice, score sides, season with rock salt, freshly ground black pepper and garlic powder—is to let th…

मिर्थ डे फॉर Oyayi

Mirth day for Oyayi

IBUHOS man ang semento sa hulmahang anghel o demonyo, mananatiling semento.

Isalin man ang ang tubig sa plorera, baso, sinisera, orinola, pitsel o lubluban ng kalabaw, mananatiling tubig pa rin.

Essence remains and stays more of the same; the forms can take on guises and disguises.

We’re not exactly enjoying the screwing that bleeds taxpayers every which way, so please shove Cha-cha up yours… cha-cha is tea-tea kaya isalaksak na lang sa mga tumbong n’yo… we’re not changing whores midstream.

Aaminin na hindi mahilig ang inyong imbing lingkod sa chat… which may take on a chatoyant glow when the beloved chat-mate warms up to caressing tenderness of lines… why, “chat” is derived from French for cat. Pussy!

Kaya isang maliyab na pagbati sa aking kinagiliwang katuwang sa sayaw ng tango, Roda Astilla… at lalong maalab na pagpupugay sa mga katuwang sa mas malagablab na sayaw na nagtatagal sa suso pero hindi sa baso— tungga!

Tutungga habang nagliliwaliw ang ikalawang apo—Oyayi—sa…

Arson orison

PRICK blank page—or screen—with a pin until pain or paean begins… and blood off one’s veins flows out, spills over the empty surface. That, my dear, is how writing is done.

So with a trowel our mentor/tormentor Raul S. Gonzalez of Bulacan pattered, battened that down into our thick skulls-- piece of cake inflicting such atrocity, all it takes is fine appreciation for or application to carnage, maybe acupuncture or doing prefrontal lobotomy, likely biopsy with an ax on some live carcass over at the Ombudsman.

Not for the squeamish.

‘Andali lang talaga ‘yang pasulat-sulat… kahit sinong gago’t gunggong kaya daw ‘yan… kahit pa galing ang salitang ‘sulat’ sa wika ng mga Arabogli’t Arabobo… solat = dasal, dalangin, oracion.

Sabi nga’yorare est laborare, laborare est orare…

So let us prey as a praying mantis does.

Parang pagtatanim lang pala ang bitiw ng mga kataga, kapag umilandang sa lupa o katawang lupa… nag-uugat, tumutubo, lumalagong tila balahibong pusa sa minumutya o tumatabal na talahib na…

डेप्थ

Depth of field
THROUGH the tear ducts pass the soul, traipse on to places of the heart as the body rests in slumber. Polynesians believe that.

Kailangan pala na walang muta sa mata para walang sagabal sa pagliliwaliw ng kaluluwa sa kung saan-saang lupalop.

Naniniwala naman ang mga bihasa sa feng shui na magkaugnay ang paningin, puso, at tagumpay sa negosyo… kikita kung titingin nang buong linaw sa nilalaman ng puso, ‘yung tinatawag na 20/20 vision… more so in a looker as a 38-26-36 made visible by sexual contact lenses…

Surah 22 (Al-Hajj): 46, “Verily it is not the eyes that grow blind, but it is the hearts which are in the breasts that grow blind.”

In Egyptian myth, the heart of the deceased is weighed in the scale against the feather of the goddess Ma’at, who personifies Order, Truth, what is right.

Arrhythmic hearts that go on a blackout go dead beat, it’s an epidemic-- cardiac failure or infarction… one of the leading three killers worldwide… warnings off the Quor’an go unheeded.

So we c…

Alulong

“A border collie has learned more than 1,000 words (1,022 toys), showing US researchers that her memory is not only better than theirs, but that she understands quite a bit how language works.”
Agence France Presse, 8 January 2011

MAGLALARO lang siya, kahit mabigat na gawain o hanapbuhay, paglalaruan lang niya—para hindi mahirapan, para hindi magsawa, para laging masaya.

Gano’n ang kakaibang pananaw ng aking pamangkin para makaya ang anuman, ituturing na laruan at pawang palaruan bawat lunan… Homo ludens.

So his father guffaws, tells me I must have infected his son with such a laid-back-- what-me-worry?-- contagion… that, I must have picked up from a Steely Dan standard, “Boddhisattva”—uh, that’s an earth-dwelling deity who goes through everything, acquits himself even over matters of life and death in a jovial spirit of play…

Jovial is derived from a variant name of Jehovah, Jove… so I’ve been taken under the Jehovah’s witness protection program… Thus, the writer of Ecclesiasticus notes t…

तन्दंग

Tandang padamdam

BEREFT of banner, it’s a flagpole about to plug a hole—that’s what an exclamation point is!

Or that’s the way it figures, so downright sexy and virile… taut and tense as the opening chords of a The Smiths number, “Girlfriend in a Coma.”

Meron pa kasing iba na gumamit ng bansag na “Mangkokolum”—tinuldukan sa dulo. That suggests end of conversation. Or the finality of a sentence, finish.

I wanted finesse and passions running at fever pitch, a sure aim at targets on sight, bloodshot bull’s eyes and dark dead centers held in place by ripples spreading out like the thighs of a cherished dear in surrender to tender ministrations… the old-fashioned Beatles’ ditty, “Fixing a Hole.”

Or to assign a philosophical perspective, it’s a bit about Immanuel Kant thought.

Gano’n ang masidhing sagisag at sigasig na inilapat sa bandilang pangalan ng web log, Mangkokolum!

Singkapang may tigas na tiyak susuksok sa maluwalhating karimlan ng butas… magkapatong, magkaniig, nagtatalik na sagisag ng …

QWERTY…

UMAAPOY pala ang puso’t puson na isinakay sa mga eroplanong papel. Pero hindi naman nasunog ang magkalapit na bahay na paulit-ulit na binagsakan ng kung ilang eroplano-- bawat isa’y liham ng pagmamahal, kasunduan, at pakikipagtipan.

Natuklasan na lang ang hiwaga ng mga eroplano nang magtanan na ang lihim na magkatipan… pinag-ugnay, pinagbigkis ang mga damdamin ng eroplanong papel…

Kung ako siguro ang kainitan sa pusok ng tusok at tuhog sa mga taon ng 1960, tiyak na boka-boka— sled kite, ‘yung walang balangkas na saranggola—ang pinalipad para maipahatid sa kasuyo ang pinagnanasaan… how aptly symbolic and intensely telling such a message from the heart, boka-boka… para ipasok ang pusok, dapat talaga ibuka.

Lumipas na ang panahon ng payak na abakada… ngayon nga, AB-ZTE-FG $329-million national broadband network scandal na ni hindi pinansin ng mga nasa Ombudsman… na baka tawagin nang Ohbadwoman…

Connectivity remains the ball game in the age of digital information— iPad, eBay, e-mail (me at …

Sipa

NABAGSAKAN ng batong buhay sa sapa, putol ang isang buto sa daliri ng kaliwang paa… at the hospital where I was goaded into going, it had to be told that the left foot kept smarting… and if it keeps on doing so, it may get smarter and smarter and ask to be sent to graduate school, or worse, every digit be listed up as legitimate voter.

Wheeled in for confinement, my opinion about room temperature was sought by a shapely nurse aide, “Would like it warmer or colder, sir?”

Instant wicked retort: “Gusto ko hot na hot!Good for camaraderie and bedminton, let’s turn up the heat.”

That sent her in stitches… it would have been most appropriate in such inconceivable occasion for her to be without a stitch on… that’s conducive to a hard-on.

(That was a senior moment: I thought she wanted it rough, was asking to be pinioned, uh, and that’s still an honest opinion.)

Enero 17, 2010 ang ikalawang araw sa ospital, isinilang doon ang ikalawang apo, si Oyayi!

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