A too smart person, a too naïve person

The first takes advantage of the second

The second on good faith, knows nothing about it

He always trusts, finds a good in everything and everyone.

A gift to humanity her friends are,

They helped her realize some things she needs to know about life.

Not all people are kind, some are sly

Waiting for you to bite in to their wile.

He saw what his eyes needed to see

He knows better now, and truly he is a changed man.

“Don’t act dumb and clueless, we didn’t need to pry.

I now know your true color, without further adieu, just please, stay out of my life.”  

Since you can't accommodate everyone, care less about the people whose business in life is to put you down. #random

So after dinner, over coffee, I and two of my co-teachers talked about some poems we felt discussing and appreciating. This is one of those "intellectual talks" they naturally indulge in with me just watching (I swear they can have their own talk show. They know almost all GOOD books and movies produced and there was one night I had terrible headache after hours of it. I slept and woke up having the same degree of headache.) Tonight was extra special since it's not TOOOO "intellectual". 

As shared by Kuya Alan... (Note: He mentioned how ironic her (writer's) works are with her active and happy love life.) 

As shared by Kate which according to her is "THE LANDI POEM"

And what I had to share was a high school-ish feel-good poem... :D 

“Toothbrush to the Bicycle Tire” by Sarah Kay

They told me that I was meant for the cleaner life.

That you would drag me through the mud.

They said that you would tread all over me.

That they could see right through you.

That you were full of hot air.

That I would always be chasing,

Always watching you disappear after sleeker models.

That it would be a vicious cycle. 

But I know better.

I know about your rough edges

and I have seen your perfect curves.

I will fit into whatever spaces you let me.

If loving you means getting dirty, bring on the grime.

I will leave this porcelain home behind.

I’m used to twice a day relationships

but with you, I’ll take all the time.

And I know we live in different worlds,

and we’re always really busy,

but in my dreams you spin around me so fast

I always wake up dizzy.

So, maybe one day you’ll grow tired of the road

and roll on back to me.

And when I blink my eyes into the morning,

your smile will be the only one I see. 

Lakas din makabadtrip ng umaga yung mga kaganapan kanina.

Bilang Miyerkules ngayon at alas-otso ng umaga ang pasok ko – dun pa lang may malaking pagbabadya na. Madalas kasabay ko si Mama papasok bilang isang kanto lang ang pagitan ng pinapasukan namin, at parehas kaming alas-otso PAG Miyerkules. E eto na nga, yung gising ko sakto lang sana sa oras na maligo (wag nang kumain) at magbihis. Kaso pag gising ko, nag-aayos pa si Mama at ayaw niyang mauna ko dahil matagal daw ako. at bilang matagal nga ako at hinintay ko diyan siya na medyo nagtagal, sumuntok na nga ako sa buwan at pinaniwala ang sariling aabot ako ng 20 minuto sa mahika ng taxi. Madalas aabot naman yan kung pagdating ko sa kanto ay nakasakay ako kaagad at wala masyadong traffic. E eto nga, nakasakay ako agad pero pinilit ni Manong na dumaan sa ibang daan dahil daw traffic sa Monumento. Eto nga, dire-diretso na kami sa daan na gusto niya habang sinasabi ko na “Never pa po akong dumaan dun kasi malayo e.” Syempre pinilit niya ang point niya – na mas mabilis doon, na ganun din kasi maiipit kami sa traffic. “20 minutes, 20 minutes,” sinabi ko na lang ng paulit-ulit sa sarili ko. Yun pala tinatahak na pala namin yung daan pa-Monumento na sana kanina pa namin ginawa hindi yung ngayon e alanganin na yung daan at dodoble na pareho yung oras na makakain at pati na rin yung badtrip ko. “E kuya mas lalo tayong matatraffic dito, kung galing samin mas malapit yung Monumento, pag  dito mas malayo talaga…”  

            Eto na nga, umikot kami ulit pabalik sa daan na gusto niya. Gusto ko na talaga umiyak nito e. Hala sige, puro stop light. Sabi niya pa kanina “Sa Monumento puro pa bus don.” Sa bagay, wala ngang bus sa C3 (ang gusto niyang daan), puro naman truckkk, at least hindi bus. Inip na inip na ko sa byahe dahil 15 minuto na at wala pa rin kami sa gusto niyang lusutan namin. Pagdating ng 20 minuto, nakarating kami sa 5th avenue. Wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Ansaya! O at least hindi kami natraffic sa Monumento Circleeeee. Imagine 1 station away yung 5^th avenue sa Monumento at  after 20 minutes nun lang kami dumating samantalang wala pang 10 minuto yung byahe ko nun galling samin. Alam ko talagang hindi na ko aabot at badtrip na ko nun dahil sa palagay ko, mahigit 20 na ang late ko mula August – at hindi to magandang pambungad sa unang taon ko dito sa eskwelahang may karapatang magpatalsik ng hindi karapat-dapat manatili bilang napakaraming lumalaban para lang mabigyan ng pagkakataon na makapagturo dito. Pero eto ako, nagtatapon ng grasya.

            Mabalik ako sa taxi driver. Eto nga. Umabot ng 40 minuto na kaya naman sanang maging 20 minuto. P140 lang ang patak ng metro sa normal na pagkakataon, pero kanina, P201 inabot. Madami na talaga kong badtrip kanina pero salamat sa sarili ko at mahinahon naman ako, hindi naman ako nang-aaway o naninigaw, o nagsusungit. Sa isip ko kasi, pwedeng mali lang siya ng tantya at nakakainis lang yung mas marunong pa siya sa araw-araw na yun ang ruta. At naisip ko din, hindi naman din magandang magsungit sa mga taong nagsisilbi sayo. Ayun. So bago ko bumaba ng taxi, sabi ko na lang “Kuya, alam niyo po eto po yung pinakamatagal kong byahe… At eto rin po yung pinakamahal, usually P150 lang po ang binabayad ko e.” (malambing ang pagkakasabi niyan)

            “A ganon po ba? Naku pasensya na, iniwasan ko talaga yung Monumento dahil kanina sobrang traffic talaga. Pasensya ka na.”

            O e siyempre, ang humble naman pala ni Kuya. Sino ba naman ako para magmatigas pa at importante, ligtas akong nakarating. Kesa naman mabilis nga, bumilis din ang buhay ko. Okay, nawala na yung badtrip ko. Pero grabe, YUNG LATE KO   r