IBALIK ANG SUPERBOINK!!!!!!!

I miss this cartoon.

Fave ko to dati eh.

Back when I was still a little kid, eto pinapanood ko. The only reason why I fell inlove with this is that its not the typical superhero vs. villain type of cartoon.

From a normal teenage girl, nagiging SUPERBOINK siya. Isang baboy na maliit na kulay pink. ahahaha. Very defferent from the others. Yung iba kasi pag nagtransform gumaganda ang hero, magarbo ang costume. Pero si SUPERBOINK hindi. Ang lupit. Nagiging baboy siya.

MABUHAY SI SUPERBOINK!

IBALIK ANG SUPERBOINK at gawing isang series. ay wag na lang. magre-run na lang.
ahahahaha.

ASAN KA MOE?

KAILANGAN KITA.

NAALALA KO IKAW LANG ANG TANGING NAKAINTINDI SA AKIN NG MGA PANAHONG GANITO ANG NARARAMDAMAN KO.

TULUNGAN MO AKO.

... There he is. Peacefully sleeping under his unconsciousness while I starve for his stare and the sweetness of his kiss.


I watch him breathe like a baby in a crib.
I listen to his breath like a lullaby in the night.


Its late now, and I should be sleeping now.


But I don't want to.
I want to keep staring at his serenity.


His lips are pouted and his eyes are shut.


How wonderful this moment is....
How wonderful my life is with my man....

this feeling....


this feeling is just too strong

too strong that its starting to scare me

....again

ESCAPIST


It was an empty street. Perhaps because of the rain that madly falls from the reddish sky on a lazy Monday night. He stood there watching the water as it drains down the manhole. He puffs his cigarette and just take every smoke into his lungs. Puffing in, puffing out. Slowly, he rested on that shed. Listening to every bit of voice sounding in his head. In just a second, he was dragged into yet again another escapade beyond the reality he is with.

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Powdery sand of the shore, chirping birds on the trees and the harmonizing sound of the waves crashing relentlessly on his feet--- its so beyond where he is yet he feels so there. He walked across the shore while a sunset is performing enthusiastically on the horizon. It tickled his bliss and he watched it until its done.

He sat on the bench, just beside the tree. Grabbed a beer and plunged down to the resting minutes of escapism. He let the cool breeze of that evening serenade his mind. He chilled to the majestic sound of the waves by dark and sleep with the lullabies of never-ending fantasy.

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Just like any other fantasy that has never become so vivid, reality has grabbed him by his arms and brought him back to where he should be.

The deceitful rain had stopped, no more water draining down the manhole and ashes from the cigarette are all over his pants. He painted a smile on his face, grabbed his bag and started walking.

BY YOUR SIDE

Lights were splendid. Music was playing. I don't know what's the occasion about but certainly there was a celebration. People were loud and they were all drunk dancing. I stayed in the entrance looking for one familiar face. Looked to the left then looked to right, can't seem to find the face that I would want to see.

Finally, I saw what I've been wanting to see. And there you were laughing with your friends. You were wearing that shirt you wore last night. You looked good in it. And I could smell from a far the sweet scent of your skin from that last embrace we had. I tasted my lips and there was the sugary taste of yours. I moved closer so you could somehow see me and be with me for the rest of that night. But I failed to lose distance from you when you walked away without even looking back. I ran after you, screaming your name. You didn't look back. You went on walking. Then on a busy street I finally caught up on you. I held your arms so tight to pull you back. You looked at me and asked me to go back where I've been. You pulled away. With that sarcastic smile and laugh at your face. Flabbergasted, I stayed in that spot. Feeling heavy and couldn't utter more. I was hurt. Deeply hurt. I closed my eyes and let every tear fall.

As I opened it, I heard a sound of an alarm clock. A singing kid woke me up from my sleep. Stunned, I rolled my eyes around the room. Still remembering that really awful dream. Yes, it was just a dream. A personification of my mind's delusional worries. But the room was poignant. Probably because of that dream.

It felt warm on the other side of the bed. I turned to it and saw you there. You were there beside me, with the funny snore that I make fun of. You've been sleeping. You've been with me through the night. How dare me to forget that you were with me.I carefully slid my hand onto yours trying hard not to wake you up. I held a grip and slowly leaned my head near yours. And at that moment, I could not be any happier. I felt safe. I felt warm. And I feel the reality that has beaten a fantasy.

Now I know why you asked me to go back. Its to go back to where I could be much happier than even in my dreams---By your side.

SOCIETY'S DISEASE



It was around three o'clock in the afternoon when I went online to check my mails. Much to my surprise Cindy, a good friend of mine back in college was online too. After I "buzzed" her, the chat went on and on.

She's not happy. That's the bottom line. After taking up a four-year course and crash courses in music, she complains about her work. She's a call center agent. I was not surprise, a lot of my high-school acquaintances have ventured on that industry that aren't happy as well. When I asked her why she isn't happy, she only needed to say the right few words.... "THIS IS NOT MY PASSION."

Financial constraints. Most probably, this is the reason why most people specially the younger aged bracket are very much interested in working in the call-center industry. After all, they are the predominant target market of such industries. Who wouldn't want a high salary? These industries offer such high compensations for their employees which technically mobilizes the growth of call centers in the country. About a month ago, I passed by Baclaran, and was stunned to see the billboard of a call center company filled with three phrases. But the one that really made a recall to me was the line "GREAT PAY". Even I was enticed by that copy. In the economic status that the country is going through today, who wouldn't want a great pay? We all do. But the mere fact that the billboard promotes the company's ability to "pay you good" and considering the hype of it at this point in time, that only goes to show and justifies the lowness of the society. They seem like talking to a dumb money-sucking society. Eventually, those people who are bent down in their blue collar-jobs and the students who are supposed to be at school and educating themselves are so enticed. The result? The booming industry of call centers.

The seemingly-iconic lifetyle of call center agents. When you roam around the places of Libi's, Malate, Greenbelt and other places that used to be leisure haven for upper market, you see lots of young people. Most of them are call center agents. I remeber bumping into an acquaintance, we had a little talk while we were standing in front of a mall. She looked very different. She used to be a nobody in school but seeing her in her glittery make-up and nice set of clothes she could strut a photoshoot at that moment. She works for a call center company and she tells me proudly the different bars she's hopped on. She enjoys the night-life-- getting drunk, partying, socializing. Good for her. Atleast she's exploring. Hehehe. Most of the call center agents I know have one commonality. Its their lifestyle. And its amazing how I can easily identify agents just by how they look like and how they speak. But the point is this--- We live in the society where everyday of our lives, we get to have atleast a pinch of poverty and everyday we see how hard it is to live in a nearly-jeopardized economy. And because of these circumstances, people are more encourged to answer calls from irate customers just so they could live a much comfortable life. It is a wealthy industry. So wealthy that they could make you live you like a superstar.

I sympathize for my friend Cindy, not only because she was just dragged into working in that industry for some reasons but also for her passion. Everything that is not nourished could possibly be gone. Among the thousands of agents answering calls everyday, how many of them are great artists? how many of them have greater skills than just speaking "hello good morning this is..."? The truth is? There are alot of them. And Cindy is one of them. But this industry is slowly becoming a temple of desperation.

As long as the economy is catching its breath to survive, people could still turn their backs on their passion and drive on the fast lane where regrets could be met somewhere. And i foresee it as a step by step process to becoming a stigma.

The bottom line is that we all want a comfortable life with absolutely no shortcomings.