- 30 -

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Thirty months ago, I was arguing strongly against me. I persistently wanted you to reconsider why you would want to say yes to a relationship with someone like me. Along Piy Margal, while sitting on dirt, and with an armory of discouragements, you still said yes anyway.

Thirty weeks ago, I was struggling with my political science thesis. I was arguing against the science in the political, until you walked me through Statistics. You believed in me. I was never the same - with a margin of error of ±3%.

Thirty days ago, I had troubles keeping up with my patience. I’m not the greatest at handling pressure from multiple angles. I spike, I crack, I breakdance, and I fart with no excuse. But you were always there. With love. With understanding.

Thirty hours ago, we were talking about our all-important future, like how many boxes of nachos to buy and how many salsa dips to go with it. Or like how many hours per day we’ll allocate to cuddling, studying, or playing Plants vs Zombies. Or like how many times we’re allowed to press the alarm snooze before getting out of bed.

Thirty minutes ago, we agreed to sleep the night away and wake up to the first day of the rest of our lives.

I’ll see you at 3 PM today, Honey. Walk some thirty steps down the aisle for me. I’ll be waiting at the other end, with the promise to not let you take a single step alone again. No margin of errors. No farting at will. No snooze.

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In journalism, “-30-” is traditionally used to mark the end of an article or story.
We end a story; then we begin a new one.

palabas

Monday, February 16, 2009

“Isa kang anghel sa langit”

Sabi sa palabas na

pinanood ko kanina sa lobby;

Tumawa lang ako…

 

Pero ikaw sobrang natuwa;

“Ang sweet naman”

 

Magkaiba nga tayo ng mundo

Mayaman ka, mahirap

Ako

 

Gusto mo yung mga kending

pula sa tindahang bato

Gusto ko ung isaw na

itim sa baga dun sa kanto

 

Fan ka ni Nietzsche at Mao

Fan mo ako

 

Kilala ka ng lahat sa

Kolehiyo; sinudundan ng tingin  ng mga

Kaklase’t propesor mo

 

Kinang ko nama’y singsing mo lang…

 

Isang editor ng ating dyaryo na

Iniisnab basahin ng mga kabaro mo

Iilang tao lang ang kilala ako

 

Iba talaga ang mundo mo…

 

“Gusto kita”

Sabi ko sa mga mata mong

nanonood ng palabas sa lobby;

(…tinawanan niya ako)

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© Ian Pestelos, circa 2002

the space between

Sunday, January 18, 2009

The Space Between 
The bullets in our firefight 
Is where I’ll be hiding, waiting for you
  
The Space Between 
Our wicked lies 
Is where we hope to keep safe from pain

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Excerpts from the lyrics of “Space Between” by Dave Matthews Band
Perhaps the most romantic and realistic song I’ve heard