August 4, 1988

A date I'm not supposed to forget. Now, it's been 20 years.

Never tell Andre and J3 you are cutting weight.

http://migogi.wordpress.com/2008/08/03/stories-from-the-mat/

Sana tinatarantado lang nila ako.

http://migogi.wordpress.com/2008/07/31/i-wish/

I found a letter on the sidewalk of a soul. I read it and learned something, and I hope you do too.

http://migogi.wordpress.com/2008/07/16/demonstrating-listening/

Tatlo lang, tatlo lang ang ibig sabihin ng bagay na 'yon.

Una, yung nararamdaman mo para sa mga kahalubihi mo, sa madaling salita, sa mga kaibigan mo. Parang sa TV, si sidekick: puwede mo batukan at puwede mo rin maasahan. .

Pangalawa, yung nararamdaman mo para dun sa Santo - kahit hindi naman karapat dapat santuhin, sinasanto pa rin. Mejo may pagkatarantado ang dating mo, pero ganoon talaga dahil sa rason na kaunting ngiti lang mula sa kanya lang ay tuwang tuwa ka na. Kung tarantado ka, tarantado rin siya. Parang si Pakito lang.

Pangatlo, yung nararamdaman mo para sa kanya. Hindi na kailangan ipaliwanag, kasi ang katotohanan, natatanga ka lang sa kaiisip.

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Tuwang tuwa ka naman at naikwento ko sayo ang mga ito. Tumawa ka na lang kaibigan. Tandaan mo rin, ang libro natin, malapit na matapos. 

I found out - *laughter*

I write these emotions as if they were tragedies. I post them after I've discovered they're not.

Put whatever it is that was us into the waste bin.

Lay down whatever mask you're wearing.

Another one of those tricks won't do, I'm just tired, I don't feel anymore so

You better think hard about what I'm trying to say.

Go on and live your life, because I'm living mine -

And I plan to do so without you in it.

Move or get out of the way, I've been sidetracked for so long.

End it. I am happy, so just leave.

Sorry I got fooled thrice.

One more entry about you and it's enough, you've been getting too much of my attention.

Now it's really done for.

Shame on me, yeah, and you too, and

On all the people who were involved in

Making your head - and mine - twisted.

Enough should be enough, these words should be a brake for the bull;

Off - it's not even off, it's just renovated, with the

Null and irrational removed from this house. Now I'm

Entering a new frontier.

Every smile, every gesture, and all of those that I've memorized automatically

Launched into that sea of green - unintentionally - I really don't care. I think my thoughts and

Smoke my vissions and see

Endless opportunites for me - and I'm glad I'm the only author of it.

So let's turn that rage into something positive:

and this is the result (high-five)!

I just can feel it, yes, I'm on the verge of getting sick - my lungs are acting up and my nose is all runny.

[I need a hug]

Can you sense it now?

It's a given  - you just made me smile.

So say what you want, and do what you please

because  someone's getting it all twisted.

My pursuit of pushing

those daisies and roses are sidelined.

BOW.

Sorry

I once thought the word “wrestling” connotes to actors playing “fight” and that it’s all bogus. I was wrong.

            As I sat on my corner in the activity area of SM Sucat last 12April08, those preconceived notions and feelings towards the word started to change. As I sat there watching the Paranaque Wrestling Team pick off their opponents with slams and pins, I realized that “Wrestling” is as real as it gets.

---> http://migogi.wordpress.com/2008/04/18/as-real-as-it-gets/

Say goodbye to sadness already.

The song is Breakdown by Mariah Carey. This is Krayzie Bone's Verse:

Aw, yeah, I often feel the pressures, y'all
But nevertheless Krayzie won't fall
It's over, it's ending here, here
I said it's over. It's ending here, here
So I'll be on my way
And maybe we can meet up in the future one day
But for now I'm bailing, bailing
Bailing!, baby gotta get up, can't take no more
I'm headed for the door
Come and take a look into this humble eye
Tell me if we lived a lie
Would our souls unite

So say goodbye to sadness and negative feelings.

There is truth in wine.

ang mga makakuha may premyo.

A double-overhand
or a bowline? It's
too complicated; it
might not work too.
Resurrection is not
an option when it's
done this way.
Why not?
Where would you
situate it?
All right then.

Let's try this one:
make a line from here
to there; No.
My - our - engine lost
courage and bravery to
pain.
Think about the mess
and duration our goal
would have to take.
We might be salvaged.
All right then.

What about lead?
It's fast, painless,
and automatic.
We don't need brain
cells for that - Instant
Formula!
Make a fist like Manny
and we'll be champions.
It is true; it is indeed
all that.
Yet we remain what
we are 'till infinity:
a selfish being.
We don't have chips.
Why are we doing this
in the first place?
All right then.

The ever dependable
tictacs - this would do.
Ask a myriad from
our affiliates;
not only it is sensible,
it is sensation-less as well.
Down and drown it
with their ocean, it will
make the journey faster.
All right then.

But - but why call
it a journey?
Dumb, dumb, dumb,
and dumb.
Because we grew up
with the supervision
of non-biodegradable
mannequins .
And
because if
we go through this
we will need all the
fur that we could get.
All right then.

What is in a name?
Nothing is a name
when it doesn't sound,
nothing is a name
when it doesn't grasp,
and nothing is a name
when it doesn't sting.

What is in a name?
Nothing is a name
when moonshine
affects my soul,
nothing is a name
the morning after,
and nothing is a name
when I'm reminded.

What is in a name?
Nothing is a name
when faces get blurry,
nothing is a name
when it doesn't stop the
tracks on my cheeks,
and nothing is a name
when it's brand new.

But,

What is in a name?
everything is a name
when it's enough to
trigger profound memories,
everything is a name
when it's abused,
and everything is a name
when it disregards
my own.

The statues in
your eyes said
everything and nothing
all at the
same time. Moments
of eternity grabbed
my manhood and
prompted me to
act like a
stone because I
knew the moment
we had was
forever.

A Story

"Right Eye Ruby"

Jordan looked at his foot and squirmed. It’s twice the size of his other foot and resembled the color of the sea. He lifted it onto the coffee table and sighed. Pola looked at Jordan’s foot and gave him a nudge on the shoulder using her cheek.

“Why bother going with us,” she asked with eyes glued to his swollen foot.

“I don’t know, I just want to I guess,” he answered.

Jordan looked at Pola. He wanted to move away from her but decided against it. His foot was painful and he liked being close to her. She’s just friendly, he argued to himself.

Jordan and Pola’s other companions were out in the greenery exploiting the vastness of the place. Some of them were goofing around while the more mature ones smoked cigarettes. The only persons left at the lobby were Jordan and Pola. The two of them were seated on a bench overlooking a vast field. Trees that formed a straight line made their view of the place more appeasing.

I like what I’m seeing. Those trees reduce the pain a lot. I like what I’m feeling. Damn, what should I say next? Act cool, smoke a cigarette. No, don’t move, she might change the position of her head. No, don’t move. Just stay still and cherish this moment. Oh god, she smells nice. Damn she smells nice! Where’s the pause button? Those bastards will come back soon, the break is almost over, where’s the damn pause butt-

Jordan’s thoughts were interrupted when Pola took his arm and embraced it.

“What exactly happened,” she asked.

“Happened with what?”

“With your foot,” she answered.

“Sprain, wrong landing,” he said.

“I know it’s a sprain,” she said derisively, “but what were you doing that caused the sprain?”

Jordan looked at her again and decided to wriggle his arm free of Pola’s embrace. He reached for the cigarettes on the coffee table.

What should I say? Something cool, something manly would do… Why the hell did I light this cigarette? I shouldn’t smoke, it fucks up my training. Damn, I should stop drinking too. I blame these things for not landing right. The hell with the kid – wait, what should I say?

“Training,” he finally answered.

“Training?”

“Yup, Muay Thai.”

Pola looked at his foot and then at his face. She embraced his arm again and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Did you have a brawl or something?”

“None,” he answered.

Pola looked at his face again.

“Then what happened to your right eye?”

Jordan smiled, threw away his cigarette, and leaned his head on Pola.

FIN