It's still 5:30 am but I'm already starting my day queuing at J Center Mall. I consider this a happy consolation; I wouldn't have to go to Tuburan for my NBI clearance.
Government office, wherever they may be, has always the same pattern. You go there early, fall in line, and wait. WWWWAAAIIIIITTTT for 48 years. No breakfast, no early morning coffee, no early morning texts, no calls. Frustration at its best.
So much for the unfulfilled cravings, I tried reigniting my creative self while I thought about queuing for my future. I grabbed a sheet of tissue I got from some coffee shop and scribbled words. Words to phrases, phrases to sentences. It's in my Mother Tongue.
Sa akong pag-inusara,
akong gikalingawan ug pilo imong mga sinina.
Ako na kining gipang labhan ug gipang was-wasan.
Humot tu-od, apan ayaw palabi ug pagpasingot.
Bisan unsa pa ka limpyo,
mabasa na gani sa imong duga,
mura ra gihapon kini ug wala.
Ampingi baya imong bisti nga pang ilawom.
Dili lalim iyahang obligasyon.
Dili sayon ang tigpugong sa gigikanan
sa kinabuhi ug kalipay.
Ug kana mada-ot, unsaon na lang?
Akong gilain imong kamisin.
Kwelyado, V-neck, ug polo,
para dali nimong matultulan and imong isul-ob
nga mahinumdom ka's atong mga suroy.
Kining polo nimo nga puwa,
ang una nakong wala kinahanglana,
kahinumdom ka?
Apan, una pa.
Tulo na man lang diay ni imong karsones?
Imu na tingaling gi-una ug hatod
sa primiro niining kaban.
Hapsay na ang tanan.
Ikaw na lang ug sulod sa bagahi-an.
Mupid-ok na ko ginagmay.
Lawom na ang kagabhion.
Ayaw kusga ang kasikas.
Ug sa imong pag-biya,
palihug sirad-e ang pultahan.
I have no title for this poem and I have no intentions of giving one. I'll just let it be. Forgive me for being a sucker when I'm sad.
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