Itim na Toga

Ganito, sabi nila sukatan ng pagkatao ang diploma.
Tila ang pinag aralan ay bahagi ng porma.
Hindi ka daw magkakatrabaho,
Kung isa kang walang pinag aralang tao

Masakit, ngunit totoo.
Ganito ang tingin ng ibang tao.
Sa mga hindi nakapagtapos.
Sa mga nilalang na kinapos.

Heto ang sabi ko,
Saglit lamang mga binibini at ginoo,
Aanhin ko naman ang Bachelors Degree.
Kung ako nama’y walang GMRC.

Ako ma’y hindi nakatapos ng pag aaral.
Ngunit, pinaninidigan ko aking mga inuusal.
At anong ako’y hindi makakapaghanap buhay?!
Tignan mo nga at mayroon akong payslip na tunay.

Siguro nga ako’y hindi nakapagsuot ng itim na toga.
Pero alam kong ako’y may ibubuga.
Hindi man ako nakatapak sa unibersidad.
Ngunit alam ko ang tunay kong kapasidad.

Oo, tunay na mahalaga ang pag aaral
Ngunit hindi lamang dito sinusukat ang dangal.
Hindi kami mangmang na maituturing
Kamalayan mo lamang ay sadyang nakapiring.

Hayaan mo.
Patutunayan ko sayo.
Na may patutunguhan ako.
May kakalalagyan ako dito sa mundo.

Mag aaral ako.
Hindi dahil sabi mo.
Kundi dahil alam ko.
Alam kong kaya ko.

Mag aaral ako.
Masdan mo kung san ako dadalhin ng mga pangarap ko.
Dahil ang maledukadang ito.
Ay may kakayahang hindi mo matatanto.
Masdan mo ako.
Masdan mo akong magmartsa sa entablado.

Two Years Down, Forever To Go…


Two years down the road, and we’re still here. It’s still us. It’s still Simon and Marge. Together. Entwined. Interlaced.

But, I’m not going to lie. It’s not always rainbows and butterflies. Our time together isn’t all that peachy. Some roads we’ve traveled are bumpy and ragged. We’ve had our fair share   of chaos. Those never ending arguments and silly fights and complicated misunderstandings are constantly haunting us. Still do actually. But at the end of the day we still find a common ground. We agree to disagree. We work with each other. Tolerate each other. Give each other unlimited chances to be better. Often cut each other some slack. Forgive each other. Love each other. Every single day.

Yes, it is an ongoing roller coaster ride. A wild and gut-wrenching one indeed. But instead of holding onto the safety handles, we opt to hold each other’s hand. Immensely trusting each other and knowing that even if we fall, at least we will fall together.

And the thing is I still feel great with him. I never let myself forget why I chose to stay with him in the first place. Every day I still think of how I love his warmth and his surprise hugs and his boyish charm and his unique gait and his jokes and silly stories and how he twitches when he’s sleeping and how he likes playing the guitar and fixing his beloved car and how  butterflies are fluttering in my stomach whenever he looks at me and how I still blush whenever he plants a kiss in my cheek and how he loves dogs and is honest and strong and understanding and not vain or fame-crazy and how he shows his gladness for when I make him something, a poem or even a simple note, and how he is troubled when I am unhappy and silent and how he wants to do anything so I can fight out my soul-battles and annihilate my demons and mature with courage and grace and philosophical ease. I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if we were made in the same body-shop to complement each other. What are only pieces, doled out here and there to this man and that guy, that made me like pieces of them, is all jammed together in my husband. So I don’t want to look around anymore: I don’t need to look around for anything. I have everything I need. Right here. Right now. For always.”

 To you my dearest Simon, thank you for the never ending fairy tale you’re giving me each and every day. Thank you for being patient when I am not at my nicest. Thank you for seeing me as me even when I am like beast throwing tantrums everywhere. Thank you for always making sure you’re not leaving me behind. Thank you for giving me Urijah. Thank you for loving my daughters. Thank you for the greatest adventure ever. I swear I love you, to the farthest galaxy, circle back a zillion times.

Written last March 26,2015