10:25 demystified

Two nights ago, I was clearing my drawers of old spiral notebooks way back from my training & B.D. days. And on the first page of one of them, [there where three that got sentenced to the trash bin] I saw written the following dates:

(This was in 2006)

October  20 Exam @ Company A
October  25 Interview @ Company B
Nov 3  Orientation
Nov 6  1st day of training
Nov 15  1st salary
Nov 16 eyewear

I’d post a picture of the ripped off page, but all usb ports have been disabled here.

Anyhoo… Here I was, expecting that 10:25 or 10/25 should bring something interesting to my life not knowing that it already has–well, initially. I got my first “proper” job interview since I got out of college & into the urban jungle; and got hired a week later.

But here & now I find myself one month shy of my two-year stay at my first job. [A 3% appraisal to boot] I can remember the feeling of getting eyewear with my first paycheck. My eyes have been suffering since high school, only I couldn’t afford glasses then. When we had an exam, I had to let my friend read the instructions on the board for me, just to get down with the test…

If you’re reading, Apple Dapple, let me thank you. Thank you! Hehe… Oh, bdw, I was hoping to follow-up on the Cavalli tops you promised some five, six years ago…

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Meanwhile, because I’m young and stupid and I’ll laugh this off ten years from today, here’s my bucket list:

> learn Japanese and compose Nihonggo poetry;
> bungee jump from any bridge suspended over green waters –yes, the water has to be green– or from the AJ HAckett Macau tower
>learn the piano & the violin;
>read Agatha Christie as Mary Westmacott;
>bag a Palanca;
>find my Spanish roots which would entail going to Spain & not merely via paper & web research;
>get my own apartment and as a wallpaper for my bar section of the flat– a large-format print of my grandpa’s sepia photograph leaning on the hood of his Chevy;
>talk to John Mayer;
>sing Adia for my former boss & upload it on YouTube;

It’s an awful lot for a bucket list.

Because I do intend to live long. Or long enough.

Attempt No. 2

Nuarin Pa?
by M.I.
source

Makulog sa boot an sakuyang namamatean
Arog kan dati na dai ko masabutan
Ang enot na pagkamoot na dai nawawara sa puso sagkod pa man
Hinanap, nahiling, mawawara guiraray
Dai sukol ang kulog kan namamatean
At mawara guiraray an haloy na hinanap
Padaba ko, padaba ko, padaba ko
Namumutan ta ka
Pero uni na an satuyang buhay
may iba ng kadamay
Nuarin pa? nuarin pa?
An magkahuron kita
An maghilingan kita
An magsabi kan gabos na namamatean
Na haloy na nagkaturog, kan magmata, nahiling na, mawawara pa?
Haloy ka nang dae nagtaram kan saimong pagkamoot
Haloy kang pighalat, hain ka kan kaipuhan ta ka?
Naghanap ka man lamang sako?
O ako sana pa lan an naghanap saimo?
Haloy na akong luway na ginadan
kan maaraman kong ang pighahalat ko wara na pa lan.
Padaba ko, an pagkamoot ko para saimo
Hain ka???
Iba an kataning sa pagturog
Iba an kataning sa pagkaon
Iba an kataning sa paglakaw sa buhay
Padaba ko, wara na akong pighahalat siguro
Nuarin pa? nuarin pa?
An pighahalat ko ay pagkakataon
na minsan maghilingan man guiraray asin magkahuron
Ang minsang duwang puso na namoot nin dayupot…

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An attempt at adaptation:

When?

A certain despondence grows in me,
like the ambiguity I felt
when I first fell in love.
The pain I feel fails all
attempts at measurement;
as losing everything long sought for.
My love, my love,
I love you
but this, here, our lives
no longer entwine.
When? When can we
speak? See each other?
Say how we feel, truly?
On waking from a long slumber,
we saw, but lost, hope.
When was it last you said how
you feel?
I have long waited; where were
you when I needed you most?
Did you even seek my hand?
Or is it only I who has sought you?
Softly, I’ve been dying when I knew
the cause is lost.
My love, where has it gone?
Where have you gone?
Asleep, having a repast, walking
through life with someone else?
My love, maybe I have nothing to wait for.
When? When…
A chance is what I wait for now;
that one day we will meet and talk
for some time two hearts have loved beyond measure…