Waiting

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Last week, Judy asked me to write a story about commitment. I don't know why, but she just did. Here's my spin on what that thing is. This is a story about a boy, Kristoff, and his undying commitment for Taylor, his girlfriend. I thought that I'd keep the story simple, so please try to enjoy!

Yesterday, it was all about the aphids. Kristoff saw them sucking the life out of a rosebush near the train station. There were clumps of them – white, fluffy clumps of sap-sucking aphids preying on the life juices of the rose bush. Then, Kristoff saw that there were also ladybugs on the rose bush. The red and black beetles were feasting on the sorry, little botanical vampires. It made him smile; somehow, he knew that the rosebush will be right as rain, and he got off the bench that he was sitting on to head back home.

Last Friday, Kristoff thought that the bench near the train station was rather uncomfortable, and he thought that he couldn’t bear sitting on it anymore. Every time he sat on it, the hole where a nail should have been seemed to suck in his skin and make the bottom of his pelvic bone chafe onto the wood. It felt abrasive and raw. He would not have continued sitting there if not for the doves that flocked in front of the train station, swarming at bread crumbs and the French toast that he has thrown on the black and grey pavement to keep most of the birds cooing near where he waited. The cooing made him feel impervious to the irritation that waiting caused him, bringing him back to a time where all he needed to hear was the sound of Taylor’s giggles.

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Terms and Conditions

Monday, December 7, 2009

Richard is easy to deal with.

If you him to listen to you, give him food.

If you want some advice, make sure that you follow whatever he tells you.

That’s it.

An Odd SMS and an Odd Essay

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Tonight, I received an odd SMS from my friend, Judy. The message says this:

mr know it ol, is der any truth 2 dis: human minds r linked w/ ich other thru neuron activities w/c means if ur thnking of sum1 ol day long, dat pers0n is pr0bably thnking of u. how 2 debunk dis?

Out of pure weirdness, I composed an email, which sounded like an essay.

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Christmas Wish List

Thursday, October 29, 2009

I was walking the other night with my friend, Judy, along a transport terminal when I realized what I wanted for Christmas. I don’t exactly know if this is simple or difficult, but here is my wish list:

1. Inland Territory, the latest album of Vienna Teng.

I can’t seem to find any here in the Philippines, so I’m really desperate to have one.

2. A short story written especially for me.

I don’t have any specific reason for this, but I do have a plan about it. Just in case that I receive several stories, I would compile the ones that I’ll like and publish them in my blog. Wouldn’t that be fun?

I hope to get all the things that I wish for, but I just don’t know if it will happen.

Wisdom Tooth

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Wisdom_tooth_Muela_del_juicio_by_FrealaF Last week was a very weird week. Monday started out really slow. I was feeling very odd, and I was cross most of the time. I kept on snapping at people for the smallest things. I was also silent most of the day because I had a hard time reviewing essays and giving my comments. I felt so dumb that day. Little did I know that it would be the start of a very painful tooth ache.

At around 3:00 PM, I started feeling pain from my right molar. A few years back, I seemed to have broken my tooth, my right wisdom tooth, while eating sisig, a local dish. I just ignored it until this month, my tooth ached. Before I went home, I asked my supervisor if I could take the day off so that I could have my tooth fixed. Luckily, she told me that I could work from home so that I could still do my job and go to the dentist.

Tuesday afternoon, I went to the dentist and had my molar fixed. She said that the tooth has cracked and I only had 3 parts of the tooth left because I left the crack untreated for so long. Good thing, yet again, that the dentist can still fix it with light cure fillings. However, I can’t bite on anything hard anymore. She told me that I need to take care not to do that so that the tooth won’t shatter.

Wednesday came, and I went back to work, feeling all happy and jolly. I said good morning to my officemates, and after an hour of sitting at my desk, a very funny realization hit me:

I think I acted foolishly because of my tooth ache. The tooth that shattered was my wisdom tooth. When I got it fixed, I felt alright! My work felt easier to do because, probably, my wisdom came back when my wisdom tooth got fixed. LOL!

Michael Jackson Medley

Thursday, October 1, 2009

When I die, I want to be honored like this:



Credits: Sam Tsui - Vocals Kurt Schneider - Arrangement, Production www.myspace.com/SamTsui www.myspace.com/KurtHugo

Boredom, Typhoon, and Work Over the Weekend

Monday, September 28, 2009



The title almost sums it up. Since last Wednesday, it's been raining here because of a typhoon. Too bad that I had to still work while I hear other people rejoicing -- especially the kids -- because they didn't have to go to school. In addition to the envy that I felt, the typhoon decided to pour so much water that it flooded my street up to the knees with brown, rushing water. Stuck and imprisoned inside my own house, I felt so bored, and so, the Devil's workshop started ticking, bringing me these wonderful Facebook status messages:

Thursday, September 24, 2009, 9:24 AM:
It takes an iron will to just sit still, confident in your own righteousness.

Thursday, September 24, 2009, 9:39 PM: 
The last five steps of the journey cannot be rushed. A traveller still needs to ignore the blisters on his feet, and he still needs to overcome the fear of cramping up when he is so close to the destination. Can anyone lend the traveller a hand and cook some bacon, waft the smell of honey-cured meat so that the weary traveller can look forward to a hearty meal after a long, tiring journey?

Friday, September 25, 2009, 12:12 PM: 
When the lonely traveller is gets stabbed by a thorn, he walks faster because he knows that the rose he is looking for tells him that he is on the right track.

Saturday, September 26, 2009, 3:52 PM: 
The flood, oh, the flood! The overabundance of water makes deep, burried feelings bob on the surface.

It was a good thing that the flood subsided early Sunday morning. Otherwise, I would have flooded my Facebook account with nonsensical sentiments. How are you all doing, Philippines?

Introducing the Memapost

Friday, September 18, 2009

In all my years of blogging, I have encountered strange things. I've found a blog that features Post-it drawings. I also found other blogs that post random things like funny conversations that they overhear. A few months back, I was flipping through another blog, which was just about normal life events of a girl, when I read about this curious term: memapost. As I was reading through her blog, the writer explained that the memapost is actually a shortened version of a Tagalog phrase. Literally, it means "para lang me ma-post." Roughly, it can be translated as "just so that I can post something." The term was so fascinating that I immediately latched on to it.

As such, I was wondering what to post for today, so for inspiration, I went on to my Facebook account and clicked on the Pandora's Box application. It generates random pictures submitted by the people who has that application in their Facebook accounts, too. After a few worthless pictures, I found this:


Richard open the Pandora's Box and found Jessica Alba

the cuttest girl ever :>

Usually, I would put comments about the things that I'd find from that application, and here's what I wrote:

I don't know but she looks like God's failed attempt when He was creating Angelina Jolie.


Would anybody dare to compare? And as such, this blog post is now, officially a memapost. Until next time. Cheers!

Happy Birthday, FLIP / still!

Sunday, September 13, 2009


September 14, 2009. FLIP / still, the umpteenth blog of Richard is born at exactly 3:00 AM, Manila Time.

I flip through blogs. Hence, part of this blog's name is FLIP. Still, I keep on making new blogs every now and then over a period of almost 15 years now. Hence, part of this blog's name is still.

Kate would laugh out loud when she finally sees this blog. As a long-time friend, we've been through several blogs in each of our own lives. I think she is on her fourth one. I think I am on my 15th. On the other hand, I can't trust my own counting because I have already lost track of how many I have. "You know, Chad, you're a serial blogger," Kate said to me one day. I said, "No! I sure am not." She'd laugh in triumph for being so accurate in labeling me as a serial blogger.

Before, I had themes for my blog. I seem to make one when a new phase in my life comes up. For example, I once had "Orange Fantasies" to mark out the time when my favorite color was orange. Now, it's green so that blog is already dead. I also had a cheesy blog, "Just Look Back," to mark a melancholic and pensive mood, which almost was a death warrant to that blog since it was only done on a whim. When the wind wafted the whim away, the blog was blown away with it.

I still have other blogs that are still active. For now, I am keeping my stories flowing in "The Ivory Tower" but the stories are running short, and gaps between posts have been longer. I also keep "Ang Pinoy Aquarium," which is in Filipino; I've been interested in keeping fish for a long time now, so I guess that blog might stay a while. To ensure its survival, I got a friend to help me update it, although he's not the most prolific writer. Hopefully, I could keep this blog alive as well.

In this blog, expect to read about flip ideas. Hopefully, I could keep myself still long enough to make this blog the last blog I will ever make.

Perspective

Friday, July 10, 2009

Sometimes, we can only see the beauty of things we take for granted when we change our perspective.

As I was bored out of my wits last week, I took a picture of our rafters. It was a half-hearted shot and a surprise when the picture came out really well. The over exposure of the lower left part of the picture contrasted nicely with the underexposed top right portion. The shadows were really dark and the light parts exposed the ridges of our roof.

With that first picture, I started to look around the house and tried to find other parts of the house that would look good on camera given the proper angle and perspectives.

The left middle picture, the one colored pink is my current bed spread. The right middle picture is the jalousie frame of my window. The bottom picture is of our bench in the living room. All these pictures came out really well.

However, I took the pictures with the black and white setting of my camera phone so I decided to colorize the photographs to add more appeal.

Given that I am not a professional at this, I would like to say that I am proud of these pictures because they surprised me; I always thought that our house was quite ugly and unfinished, but when I looked at it with a different perspective, I was able to appreciate its beauty.

Red Headed Match

Friday, April 17, 2009


With a single red headed match,
I ignite,
burst into flame,
smolder,
burn,
flicker,
die out,
turn to ashes,
fly into the wind,
and settle
on your forehead.

It's ironic that it only takes a single red headed match
for you to notice my presence,
yet, brush me off
back into the wind.

Shall I Write About You Now?

Sunday, February 8, 2009

A spark.
Then, a fire.
Everything is set; my cigarette is lit.

Shall I write about you now?
I guess I should. Surely, I can
easily whittle you down
into a perfect metaphor on paper
but in writing this verse,
I succumb to the greatest temptation:

words

mere maps that only approximate
and cannot dictate where exactly
in my heart the sun sheds light on you
or where it fails to reveal shadowy sorrows
you fervently endure.

Did you whisper your woes to me?

In the subtlest ways, maybe,
like the way teardrops dry up on your cheek.

Now,
rising but never drifting straight in the air,
smoke mimics how I contemplate
gazing at the red ember,
half-expecting epiphanies to fall,
like ashes from my nearly spent cigarette.

A Prayer

Sunday, January 18, 2009



Say it softly
after cleaning the crystal cabinet;

While opening the door,
certain things drop
into consciousness. At every remembering,
ripples of sorrow stir the air.

Dust settles on glass and crystals.

It almost sounds like a prayer:
wiping specks off, using a rag moist with tears.

Softly,
try to forgive Forgetting
for trying to covet,
in layers, memories
stacked on shelves.

After restoring everything into the sparkle of grace,
turn to leave them all,
saying softly

amen.

Midnight Paintings

Sunday, January 11, 2009



The full moon rising.
Fingernail clippings are thrown
into the darkness.

Sorrow is present
in between the faint moanings
of tall bamboo stems.

A man's open palms.
Appearing into the sky -
fiery thunderbolts.

An old scab is picked
revealing the bloody moon.
Dark clouds separate.

Silver boughs glisten
as sun rays penetrate clouds
after a night's dream.

March 14th, 2007

Tryst

Thursday, January 1, 2009

autumnal__by_Spaceache

De Sade beams at you
-delighting at the sound of dead leaves crunching
underneath your taunting feet;
-gulping in deep breaths, wonderment,
when blowing away dandelion down, shrieking
as you scattered them into disrememberment;
-giggling at how a brook bitterly bottles up tears
while it sulks;
and yet, I still stay, yearning
as empty bottles and blank sheets of paper
-clinking to stall being abraded by silence
-flipping at the slightest breeze
so that dust won't bury me under your conciousness
deep
next to crushed leaves,
bald dandelion heads,
and wet choked sniffs
as Masoch applauds.

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