Friday, June 27, 2008

Feigning

*pant pant pant*

I see dimlylit streets scattered with children playing around like they don't care.

*pant pant pant*

I'm running myself to nowhere.

*pant pant pant*

Tears being carried away by my sudden movements.

*pant pant pant*

I'm tired but I have to keep on running.

*pant pant pant*

So, this is me. This is me whenever I feel like the world is closing in on me. I see myself running. No, I feel like running! Running myself off to nowhere while weeping away the sadness, frustrations and pain.

Hmmm, maybe tomorrow I'll get to where I'm going.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

The Storm Keeps On Twisting

A bird chirps high atop an electric line above me. Not far from where I stand, a starving cat purrs incessantly at its owner. It's Sunday again. The week had passed. Another week will greet me tomorrow.

It'll be Monday soon and I wonder. I wonder how will I tell them? How will I tell them that after more than a year, I have fallen out of love? How will I say goodbye to them? How will I tell them without uttering a single word?

Difficult, sorrowful, that it'll be. But whoever said it'll be easy? I guess no one huh? Perhaps, the rain pouring on the roof can tell me.

Ah yes, the storm keeps on twisting.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

I Give Up

I just had to.

Sorry I failed you.

I guess it was just too high for me.

Kaya,

ingat ikaw ha, baka mahulog ka!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Stick your balls where it should be – An Open Letter

Without regret and with much thought, I dispensed this letter earlier.

“Ganyan ka na Maggie ‘di ka na nagpapahawak ngayon. Sus! Dati ‘di ka naman ganyan. Dati naman nagpapahawak ka.” –June 5, 2008 Thursday

Surprised? I’m not. A sly comment, whether a joke or not, such as this one has been a constant ingredient around here in i-Pay. Is it because we are machismo-dominated? Or do we simply lack RESPECT among ourselves?

Unfortunately, for the past year, I got used to these uncalled incidences. Well, that is until NOW.

As it turned out, I was highly offended. YES I AM HIGHLY OFFENDED. Still am. Not only that and annoyingly enough, your comments are usually coupled with “touches” here and there. Whoever told you I wanted to be touched? Whoever gave you the permission to lay a hand on me?

If you can’t have the decency to keep your hands to yourselves or your foot up your mouth, then in a really rather “nice” way, I will have to tell you to please stick your balls where it should be.

C’mon, I know i-Pay employees are not dumb. WE were hired for our intelligence. Or are we? Your demand for further explanation or for a tagalong translation from me is far from reach. You can figure this one out by yourselves. If your PERVERT mind still can’t muster a word in this letter, then poor you.

If this move will lead to my termination then I don’t give a flying fluck. I will NEVER apologize for each word that your eyes have feasted upon. Why should I choose the words that I will have to put here when YOU never chose the words that were coming out of your mouth?

Once again, I have proven MY PEN is mightier than your “sword”. Or should I say your PENis?

Maria Magdalena Austria Evora

Pen and Paper Slave