Saturday, September 25, 2010

Random Dumping


Trixie: So when’s her flight?
Jim: I don’t know.
Silence.
Trixie: Will you still come to my party next week?
Jim: I don’t know.
Trixie: But… it’s my birthday.
Jim: I know.
Trixie: But you always come to my birthday! (Pause) Ever since fourth grade.
Jim: I know.
Silence.

Trixie: You love her?
Jim: Huh?
Trixie: I said – you love…
Jim: – I heard what you said.
Silence.

Trixie: Why are you so –
Jim: Harsh?
Trixie: No. (Pause) Wait I know, you are such an asshole.
Jim laughs. Silence.

Jim: That doesn’t seem right.
Trixie: I was never right for you. Ever.
Jim: No. I meant in your sentence. Asshole can’t be correct. The sentence ‘you are so…’ should only be followed by an adjective.
Trixie: See?
Jim: See what?
Trixie: (To herself) And I’m the one who’s supposed to be the grammarian.
Jim: What’s that?
Trixie: I said since I finished Literature in College… (Pause) Well, forget it.
Jim: Forget what?
Trixie: Nothing.
Silence.

Jim: Fine.
Trixie: Fine?
Jim: Fine. I am an asshole.
Trixie: Wow that’s a first.
Jim: Really?
Trixie laughs.

Jim: Well that’s harsh. I’m not that dense. (Pause) Aren’t I?
Trixie smiles and stares at him.

Jim: Hey stop doing that!
Trixie: Doing what? I’m not doing anything.
Jim: (Jokingly) I’m not doing anything.
Trixie: Hey!
Jim: Hey!
Jim laughs. Trixie stares at him with a straight face. But after some time, she also laughs.

Jim: I missed this.
Trixie: I missed you.
Jim looks at Trixie.

Trixie: I mean… I missed our high school days. (Pause) Well, with… you of course. I just remembered our days together after play rehearsals. Yeah. That’s it.
Silence.

Jim: I am not dense.
Trixie: What?
Jim: I said I’m –
Trixie: Not dense. I know. I just…
Jim: Yes?
Trixie: No.
Jim: What?
Trixie: Nothing.
Silence.

Jim: Biology.
Trixie: What?
Jim: It’s because of Biology. I’m so fed up with the jargons. Destiny… (He laughs) Oh wait, I mean density.
He laughs some more. Then silence.

Jim: Funny isn’t it?
Trixie: You really are weird.
Jim: You don’t find it funny?
Trixie: No.
Trixie laughs.

Jim: You ARE weird. You told me it’s NOT funny.
Trixie: No?
Jim: Yes.
Trixie: No. I don’t think it’s funny. (Pause) You are.
Trixie laughs.

Jim: I don’t get you.
Trixie: You never will.
Jim: But at least I always try to.
Trixie: Yeah. Just like high school.
Jim: Just like high school.
Silence.

Trixie: So, will you come to my birthday next week?
Jim: Yes?
Trixie: I knew it! Just like high school I –
Jim: I mean, no.
Silence.

Jim: I’m sorry.
Silence.

Jim: She’ll be leaving by then, Bea. I need to –
Trixie: It’s fine.
Jim: Really?
Trixie: Yeah.
Jim: Good.
Trixie: Good.
Jim: Good?
Trixie: Sure.
Silence
.
Trixie: See.
Jim: What?
Trixie: You really can’t get me. (Pause) No matter how hard you try.


Sunday, September 19, 2010

At Nagkaintindihan Sila, Gets?

Commuter: Ma, bayad ho.
(Iaabot sa katabi at pagpapasa-pasahan hanggang umabot sa driver.)
Driver: Saan 'to?
Commuter: Kasasakay lang ho.
(Tigil. Sandaling katahimikan.)
Driver: Yung sais, saan?
Commuter: May NSTP po kami kahit sabado.
(Katahimikan.)


Iyan ang sinasabi nating "metaphorical use of the language".
Sa halimbawang ito, nasasagot ang tanong nang hindi naman tuwirang sinasagot. Matalinhaga.

Friday, September 10, 2010

WORDPLAY

balisa kong binabalasa ang mga sumasaltik na barahang salita

New Questions

How do you define infinity?

How about idea?

Can we say that ideas are infinite?

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Invocation to an Infernal Week


murakami and rilke, please not this week.


i have an appointment with mankiw, leithold and cenzon.

just leave a message instead.



in your message,

please: do not try to be poetic, metaphorical or something like that.

i can't risk to be distracted.
sorry i'm very busy.

this is important.


after this week.


please.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Sa Kaarawan ni Bunso


Katahimikan
ang hain sa 'ming hapag -
walang natira.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Ulan



Nagsisimula sa saglit ngunit
paulit-ulit na paghalik
ng langit sa lupa ang ulan.

Sa bawat paglapat
ng mga patak,
dahan-dahan
at basang yumayapos
ang langit sa lupa.

Sa mga panahong ganito,
wala nang nakakapigil
sa pagbuhos ng unos

at kadalasan,
ihip lang din ng hangin
ang nakapagbabago
sa bugso ng bagyo.