Bompertz Schizotopia

Argh! Exams day tomorrow and I haven’t touched those photocopies yet. Argh! Argh!

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The Sea to Witness

May these
  unnumbered grains of sand
  coarse and cold they are
  hear the whispers
  of our hearts.
  May these aged pieces
  of seashells and gravels
  metamosphosed by ages
  be witnesses of the vow
  about to be done.

May those
  unresting crests of waves
  see the perfect moment
  of pure feelings unleashed.
  As they reach our feet
  may they feel the shiver
  of a woman wondering
  and a man in love.
  The sea then shall know it.

May she
  with her dreamy eyes
  and skin of velvet
  be ready to hear my song.
  May she look at me
  without a sketch of wrinkle
  but with a smile.
  May she remember this
  the sweetest
  of all her memories.

May I
  with an innocent intention
  have the courage now
  to move my tongue.
  May the love I kept
  for time so long
  be poured in freedom
  as the seagulls hovering.
  May these words be ever
  true.
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Our duty in Station 5 was just as fine…hmmmm, yeah fine at all. Our CI was Mrs. Causing, my CI too before. Afternoon till evening shift was quite too fast.

Anyway, I have here a poem I wrote last night. I do love stargazing…

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Love Beneath the Stars

The place
  is cool and windy
  and the grasses are greener
  in the night light.
  The mists do scatter
  in the silhouettes of trees.
  The owls in silence.
  The crickets in orchestra.

The sky
  is cloudlessly wonderful
  bejeweled with stars.
  Glittering.
  Mesmerizing.
  Bluish in the radiance
  of the fair Selene.

She
  head on my shoulder
  looking up above
  catching glimpses
  of falling stars.
  Her hair gently fluttering
  in the smooth breeze.
  The outline of her face
  visible in the little glow.
  Perfection.

Myself
  couldn’t help it
  but to gaze at her.
  She’s far more beautiful
  than the myriad stars.
  The feeling of her head
  on my shoulder
  awakens me
  as the night deepens.
  My hands shiver
  as my heart commands them
  to hold hers
  and say the right words.

Love.

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Wacha think?

***This article I published in my column in The Noscian Prairie E-zine.

Summertime is here. It’s time to relax and have a great time while the sun’s burning up high. But not for me. This summer might be the worst one in all of my life…

I miss my NOSCI-days summers. Nothing can make me happier than answering the very last question of the final grading exams. I remember jumping up to the highest level shouting “I was retained!” after deliberations. Then since school year’s over, I would be too exited catching up a tricyle to the dorm (which was in VES that time) and pack my things to go home. Kisses to friends. Signing autographs for those we would not be able to see the next year anymore.

Sighs. I really missed those summers. At home, I could wake up at any time I want! Home foods were great enough to make me fat for two months. I could watch TV from morning cartoons to late night talk shows. I could read a Michael Crichton novel for straight hours. I could stay in my room and just do nothing but write short stories, poetry, and novels-destined-to-be-unfinished. I could have time playing badminton with my sister and play cards with my grandma as well. And beach outings! Sighs again.

Those summers were over. Those seem to had happened eons ago. Now, in my very life, things changed a lot. That’s why I think this summer is not about fun but all about torture.

As a BS Nursing sophomore, we’re forced to take these stupid summer classes of Pharmacology and CCTN. And worst…FOUR DAYS hospital exposure. Who would survive to that without harsh words to say? I’ve been tortured a lot the previous sem, the scars are not yet healed, but another’s coming. I can’t watch a single telenovela. I can’t finish reading my newly-bought Michael Connelly novel. I can’t write a short story or a chapter of a new novel-destined-to-be-unfinished. I can’t go home since there are classes on weekends. I miss my family a lot and the food I’m eating in restaurants seems to make me look like a skeleton. Argh!

Apart of these things however I know the tortures would end someday. Five years from now I will be experiencing another set of summers. These summers to come may not be similar to the summers I had in my high-school days as well as these college days I’m now in. It’s good at least experiencing different things in one great season. After all, it’s the memory that matters most.

HAVE A HAPPY SUMMERTIME!

After watching the movie "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon", I’ve been liking looking at some swaying-green-leafed BAMBOOS. I juts realized they’re cool. On my journey to PANAAD Park last weekend, I saw dozens of bamboos in the fields near the road. I had no choice bout to write this piece…

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Looking At The Bamboos

What calmness in the mind it brings
Listening to the symphony
Of their ever rustling leaves

Invincible they are
To the strongest of the winds
With which they only dance freely

A beauty in perfect wilderness
With trunks to the skies towering
A picturesque evergreen

The bamboos.

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Bamboos…bamboos…bamboos…

1. My friends call me Bomperts (a parody from "Von Fritz")
2. I was diagnosed with Book and Internet Addictness
3. I love to sniff the pages of the book I’m reading
4. I’m fond of memorizing lines from movies (blah blah blah)
5. I prefer watching a movie alone (coz I hate it when someone looks at me when I memorize the lines…haha!
6. I write elegies to persons I’m angry with (like what I did to Esther)
7. I enjoy making websites (I own more than twenty!)
8. I hate people who smoke…argh!
9. I took up Nursing to go to London and meet JK Rowling (…and Daniel Radcliffe)
10. I don’t have MPD but I enjoy pretending having such (?)
11. I love taking a bath every 12:00 midnight (…and hate doing such in the morning. Laughs!)
12. I finished reading all 17 novels of Sidney Sheldon (which means…I’m the GREATEST fan of him!)
13. I like making friends with clumsy girls (hee hee hee!)
14. I love tickling the fat layers of my chubby friends (bonk bonk!)
15. I am collecting bookmarks and pocketbooks
16. I prefer books, writing, and movies over food (coz food gives me boredom)
17. I greatly desire to publish a novel…someday, somehow.
18. I long to have a BEST FRIEND (the BESTEST if there is…)
19. I DESPISE cockroaches…they’re ugly, smelly, and ARGH!
20. I study about an hour before quizzes (and usually gets perfect!)
21. I’m a STAR WARS, LOTR, and HARRY POTTER database (Try asking me!)
22. I love Westlife (We got a little world of our own…) and Maroon5 (And she will be loved…)
23. I can write a total of 20 poems or 3 short stories a day (Whew!)
24. I’m a fantasy advocate (In fact, I’m living in a world of make believe!)
25. I prefer hanging out alone (Who would hang out with me in the first place? Sighs…)
26. I’m fond of red things…tees and bags and caps!
27. I love anything about Fairies!
28. I’m a certified backbiter…rawr!
29. I like buying FRIENDSHIP bracelets but I don’t feel wearing them (or giving them)
30. I enjoy criticizing people’s grammar and pronounciation (a teacher taught me to do so…)
31. I own a column in our school publication in which my crazy thoughts appear
32. I love vibrating cellphones
33. I don’t eat foods and use condiments with funny names (such as…ginamos, talaba, kilawin, langgaw, sinamakan, tinabal)
34. I would live for a week of only "tocino" as my viand (for breakfast, lunch, and dinner)
35. I enjoy organizing my photo albums
36. I had created (to Tolkien’s surprise) a language of my own and a dozen strange alphabets
37. I’m notorius at school for inventing new expressions
38. I like making funny names for my friends ( as for Christie, I’d rather call her Christie Pata or something…)
39. I can’t tell a story without sound effects with matching arm movements
40. I greatly desire to learn KUNG FU.

The waiting is over at last. The new Pope was formally introduced yesterday. Poor me I wasn’t able to watch the live breaking news…sighs. Anyway, Ratzinger, now as Pope Benedict XVI, seemed fit for the position. I’ll never forget his name since I heard it lots of time in the TV during JP2’s death. He looked sinister a bit to me but…hmmm, who wouldn’t look like that after being imprisoned in the Sistine Chapel for days? Laughs.

We just had our culmination for our duty in Station 7B. Argh! I think I’m going to fail in the Post-test. Next week, we will be spending nights in Station 5. That station was notorius for having ghosts…and we’re on night duty. Gosh! Goosebumps!