ina

sa iyong sinapupunan ako’y iyong kinanlong

siyam na buwan na punong puno ng pagmamahal

iniluwal sa mundong magulo

ngunit sa iyong piling, lahat ay tahimik

ang iyong buhay handang ibigay

sa anak na minsa’y ika’y itinakwil

ngunit wala akong narinig

wala akong nakitang luhang tumagas

at dahil sa iyong pag-ibig ako’y nanumbalik

hindi man namutawi sa iyong bibig

ang mga salitang gusto kong marinig

ramdam ng puso ko na ako’y iyong mahal

na ako’y iyong pinagmamalaki

sa mundong mapaghusga

ikaw ang aking bida

salamat sa ‘yo, aking ina

ikaw ay tunay ngang dakila

alam kong hindi mo rin madalas marinig

ang mga salitang nagbibigay sa yo ng panatag

ngunit gusto ko na iyong mabatid

na ika’y aking mahal, aking ina

cofiboi on being a grown up

do i look like i’m 27? 🙂

i’m the guy in black. the other guy’s unimportant. teehee. 🙂

of course i don’t look like i’m 27, right?

well, i’m not in denial. when people ask, i’d tell them i’m 27. i stopped fooling myself when i turned 25.

i don’t lie about my age, although most people still say i look young(er).

like many other kids, i couldn’t wait to grow up. then i started paying taxes, that made me wish i was still in grade school. but just like manila’s traffic, i have accepted that paying taxes is a part of life, so is getting old.

so, what have i learned after living in this planet for more than two decades? not that much. but hey, the average life span of a filipino is 70.5 years, so i think i have plenty of time to learn stuff.

well, since i have been busy doing nothing, my average-sized brain came up with a lot of things and thoughts and most of them were about getting old.

now here are the things that i’ve discovered now that i have walked the earth for over two decades:

• beer and chocolate go well together (trust me on this one)
• a magic 8 ball should always be present when making decisions
• you won’t get laid by introducing yourself as: “hi, i’m (your name here). and i’m drunk”
• there would be times when you need to live on instant noodles and canned tuna
• you’d get tired of the club scene and the next time you step in a club, you’d want to leave after an hour (the strobe lights hurt!)
• a beer belly at 26 is inevitable
• you will start to resent seeing college kids out and about on a saturday night (stop spending your allowance on booze for chrissakes)
• band-aids and mom’s kisses do not cure everything, but don’t you wish they could?
• ‘areas of opportunities’, ‘managing out’, ‘action items’ would now be part of your vocabulary
• you’d always feel sick when monday comes around (i do)
• you’re considered a ‘classic’ (and not in a very good way)
• when payday comes around, one word comes to mind: BILLS
• i have learned that i can’t function properly without my morning coffee
• when on a date, you’d prefer to go dutch. (well if he pays, i really wouldn’t mind)
• you’ve hopefully outgrown your teen angst, kinda getting over your quarter-life crisis and looking forward to your pension (haha, kidding)
• you’d learn that life is hard, but it can also be a fun, crazy, wild, exhilarating ride. 🙂

so here’s to being a grown up, and i wouldn’t want it any other way. 🙂

but honestly, i look young, right?

drawing blanks

i’m sorry, but cofiboi needs some time off from writing. i just can’t think of anything to write about.

i think i need a lobotomy.

cofiboi think he’s in love

i’m not even going to stop it. i would let myself fall. no matter what the consequences are, i’m ready for ’em.

and to you, thanks. i’ve never felt this way in a long time. 🙂

i’ve been hearing this song in my head since last time we saw each other.

this is jennifer hudson’s “if this isn’t love”

the ‘huh?’ poem

amidst the sea of garbled words and mixed signals

your truth stays afloat

i fly on wings of your spoken word

to reach your beacon

but claws of questions hinder my flight

and doubt descends like storm clouds

then the light of your spirit, like a shining blade
pierced the darkness

and that little speck of hope

still flicker in the horizon

like the phoenix i rise

with steely resolve i fly again

as i reach for you

our hands touch, but try as i might

your truth, your whole being slips further away

and then you disappear

the light is gone

and once again i am bound in the dark