Poem: Autumn Is Here

As each day passes,
Things seem to look old
For trees and grasses,
It's crimson or gold
 
The moon has bloated,
Faeries make their call
The night's been coated,
By the dust of fall

Love Poem: Haunting My Soul

The winter wind whispers your name,
In every leaf of every pine
In every song, it's all the same,
In every road, I see your sign
 
As the light of the winter moon,
Gives life to January's dream
Your smile gives warmth like shades at noon,
And haunts my soul until I scream

Senryu: Tonight

I gotta feeling
that tonight's gonna be a
really good good night

Haibun: My Narrow Road To The Deep North

Some of us here may have heard of or even read Matsuo Basho's The Narrow Road To The Deep North, which is about Basho himself, as a wanderer who traveled almost endlessly until the day of his death. One of his very famous quotes is "A wanderer, let that be my name." Yeah, I do have to be honest...I HAVEN'T READ THE BOOK...yet. I could ask it for my birthday haha...

In the Philippines, there is a fairly cold place in the slightly northern part of the country. This place is Baguio City, the Philippines' "summer capital." It is so high on tourism that you can't easily tell who's native and who's not. It lies on very high ground with land spangled with pine trees. This place is also home of the eerie spirits which haunt the souls of every living....soul. I won't be getting into that anymore, sorry.

I've been to Baguio City for over a hundred times now. You may say I'm bragging but dear, who says I'm not? All my past visits have been the same, plain and short on excitement. However, a month before the summer of 2010, my family (except my brother) had to visit again for my father's rotary meeting there. This visit sure was a whole lot different and more exciting! The 12th of February was my Narrow Road To The Deep North.

In each road and street
In every mountain, plain, hill
-a wandering soul

Haibun: Formal Dinner

Tonight was the Highschool Formal Dinner which was themed 'Golden Wedding Anniversary', celebrating the fifty years of our dear...people. It started from six in the evening to nine. Thanks to the host and hostess who hosted, the ushers and usherettes who ushered, the cooks who cooked, the waiters who waited, the runners who runned, the managers who managed, the bartenders who bartended, the housekeepers who housekeeped, the physical arrangement committee who physically arranged, and the rest who made this event successful, this event was made successful.

I remember my formal dinner. I was the one who got spilled iced tea on. Garn! It sure made me miss a lot, it did. I had to wait in the bloody office for half an hour half-naked! However, this formal dinner was the best, even if my feet are about to be crushed beneath me. I had a really great time cooking that day for I hung out with Geno, Nicole and Jessica whilst in the food processing area (lulz). I especially loved the part where we removed soup scums or 'scummies', according to Jessica. From time to time, my best friend Joshua came to see us. How he says "Bababski" really made us chuckle.

Though a serious task,
fooling and lying around
adds spice to it all

During the night, when all the guests were seated and settled, we served them the food (what else should we serve) and I'm not surprised to see everyone doing very well. It is as if I was working in a real restaurant (gives me a little chill down my aching spine). Whilst I was working, I smiled and waved at my crush. I was so delighted to see her smile back and wave too! That was enough to keep me going through the night, although my feet were about to collapse.

After the guests finished their dinner, some very important people (who I will not be naming) evaluated the dinner. I was very glad to hear a very unbiased evaluation from these very important people. These very important people really know how to give very unbiased evaluations. After this, the 3rd Year students and Highschool Teachers were presented in front. And....we all gorged down the leftover food.

At the end of all the hustle and bustle, rustle and muscle, singing and drinking, toasting and boasting, jaunting and flaunting, and whatever the bloody rhyming words you can think of, people obviously headed home. After I called home to be picked up, sat down near the front office, beside the clinic, where the teachers usually enter and exit, Mr. Alegrid saw me and asked, "Not used to this much work, Vinz?" (first time he called me by my first name in a question) I plinely...*PLAINLY replied "No." He said "Welcome to the real world..." and from there, I started to follow him to the gate, telling him how much experience I have. After that, I went home so very exhausted.

Feeling so thankful,
realizing how it feels
within the real world

Haibun: Prom Night

Under the chandeliers of EDSA Shangri-la Ballroom was the JS Prom of OBMCI. It went on like a typical prom night. There was dancing, singing, eating, and coronation. At the end of it all was the free dance. Everyone had a great time.

But before all that, was me, in a car. I had a really bad feeling about the prom night, maybe because there were a couple of car accidents that I've seen that day. I was so verily disappointed for I was not able to pull off the vampire look and swagger. This is because the school cut my hair short, which made my face look like Calle Ocho. To add insult to injury, my prom date and I barely talked. Atleast the prom princess was really nice to me, so was the prom prince. What should I do? Do I say sorry way too much? Am I so old fashioned? Do I just plainly suck? Should I just give up? Maybe, maybe not, maybe.

It's true, what I've heard

Throwing fake smiles, here and there

A grand night ruined