Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Scorpio

My love for you
Is a silk undergarment
I wear it so close to me

I'm loving the way it feels
The way it sends fireworks
Of sensations to my
Secretest fumes

I hide it from the eyes
Of those who FEEL they know love
Because mine is too magnificent
Therefore it must only be disclosed
To the eyes of those
Who understand such magnificence
The way there is lace
And ribbons
And silver stars
Intricately patterned
At the sides of my so-called love

Me wearing this love
Is the truest version of myself
See how it decorates my skin
So beautifully...
Sometimes, i powder it with jasmine
Sometimes, lavender.
Only because, I want to wear it
And be at my best
Every time you opt
To ravish me recklessly

OH.

Gee. it's been a reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally long time since i've posted something in this blog. i like Multiply more.. coz it's all-in-one. It's like a friendster and blogspot marriage. Here's the link pala www.karlastefan.multiply.com

However, i will still be posting stuff here. Mostly poetry. Or random ramblings.

ciao for now. =)

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

hahaha look what i found.

RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME (KUNO):



When God said, "let there be light", karla stefan said, "say 'please'."

karla stefan sheds her skin twice a year.

Ninjas want to grow up to be just like karla stefan. But usually they grow up just to be killed by karla stefan.

karla stefan can slam revolving doors.

Some people wear Superman pajamas. Superman wears karla stefan pajamas.

When karla stefan answers the phone, she just says "Go". This is not permission for you to begin speaking, it is your cue to start running for your life.

When karla stefan falls in water, karla stefan doesn't get wet. Water gets karla stefan.

karla stefan doesn't have blood. She is filled with magma.

karla stefan eats lightning and farts thunder.

Rosa Parks refused to get out of her seat because she was saving it for karla stefan.

For every person Mother Nature kills, karla stefan kills five.

Noah was the only man notified before karla stefan relieved herself in the Atlantic Ocean.

Whoever said "only the good die young" was probably in karla stefan's kindergarten class.

karla stefan will never have a heart attack. Her heart isn't nearly foolish enough to attack her.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Reklamo-fest

See, there's this teacher of mine...(I'm not mentioning names, so don't force me coz it's tempting)

And she doesn't know how to teach. Like every meeting she just reads the book, talks to herself and do some kind of sermon. Everything she says is already there in our book; she just translates it to Bisaya "so we'd understand further". The examples she gives are mediocre and they're stuff we learned in first year.

You know autism? Yeah, she kinds of has that. Coz autistic people's mirror neurons(those that mirror memories to recognize a familiar face or event) are broken so they can't look at people in the eye and everything is new to them. She doesn't establish eye contact with us. NOT.EVER. You know what she does? She just stares outside the window and talks and talks. She even doesn't face half of the class.

She uses a lot of time writing stuff on the board. We're left with nothing to do on our seats but wait, sometimes check our lip gloss, or, you know, send SMS messages.

She's as erratic as a tornado; she flings from one mood and another. One minute she's strict coz she has the oh-I'm-so-high-wtf-I'm-a-teacher attitude and the next she'll be like an orphaned pup.

Here's what I don't like the most. 5% of her grading comes from attendance (truants rally!) and a student gets a plus 2 on his/her final grade if s/he has a perfect attendance. First, this is supposed to be bawal. It's in the handbook baby. And i really told her that. When she heard it, she looked annoyed and told us, "This is academic freedom." Well, i dunno what is the scope of academic freedom so i just didn't push further. The I informed her that it was in the handbook that grading attendance is really bawal but she said it was okay. She even told us "Ayaw nyo ng plus?" ("You don't want to get bonus points?") My classmates mellowed. (They feigned?) they wanted the plus badly. Gawd.

Personally, I think she's doing too much. The 2point incentive may be okay, it's like a reward anyway. But the 5% is too much. It's like she's insecure of the attendance that she has to pay people to be there. See, if the student sees enough incentive enough in the class to actually go to class, then s/he will attend classes.

Last semester, I had a class under Mr. Rex Rola. He is a horror terror teacher in terms of grading. Like, last sem out of the four sections he handled, only four people passed his subject. Whew. (I'm darn lucky.) He is a brilliant brilliant man, with an exceptional mind and beautiful lecture skills. He never checked the attendance. Sometimes I'd go to class tapos ako lang isa ang estudyante. He didn't care. He even still lectured like the classroom was full. See, people who really go to class are the people who really are interested in the class.

I remember. I always felt sorry everytime I had to absent in Mr. Rola's class. I always learned something every day. I always felt like a wiser person every time I step out of F403. But now? I dunno. With her, it's an eternal reklamo-fest.

She makes schooling get in the way of my education.



PS. Things here are based on my reality. Get it? MY.REALITY. Besides, who told you to be here?

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Aftermath


Sleep close to me
Thunders are over.

We crumpled the sheets
We spilled the wine
We interchanged our perfumes

And now I’m feeling
A mixture of ceremony
And embarrassment.

But it doesn’t matter.
It’s now just you and me
And the smoke
Fragrant with orchids
When you exhale
And the foam of euphoria
Slowly filling my head

Sleep close to me
As I recall
Traveling the landscapes
Of your skin
Sniff the mist of
Dewy lavender
On your hair

Did I not tell you
That every breath you take
Weaves a rhythm of peace
Across towns
And skies and hearts?

Did I not tell you
That the faint fold
In the bed you leave
When you turn the other side
Is left with a glimmering
Essence of apology?

But I won’t tell you anything.

Sleep close to me, my love
I will not wake you up..
Remember, we’ve just
Been to Neverland.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

love. a choice.

i think, that love is a choice that one constantly has to make.

time and again we'll be confronted with realities that supercede understanding and compromise.
love vs home.
love vs family.
love vs friendship.
love vs career.

etc.

it's as if things are mutually exclusive.

so couples should learn to work to make things work.

they should constantly reaffirm that choice.
and stand by it.
fight for it.
live through it. :)

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Pretty disoriented.

Read: Pretty and disoriented. hehe.
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Just came home from Manila, and Baguio and the 9th NDC. Oh well. We (Team C) did not make it till Octofinals but our team B (David and Tateen) went as far as semifinals. Making it til quarters was team B (Sam and Marj) and AdDU also had three speakers who got into top-ten-best-speakership. Top 6 yata si David, then top 5 si Sam, top 4 naman si Marj. (Hoot hoot!)

I feel so proud for the club. Andrew told me that the schools in NDC are already expecting AdDU to reach AT LEAST semis in most national tournaments. The 9th NDC was my first national tournament and I think I did okay naman. I gave it my all. That’s enough for me. And hey, I love debating. Win or lose. J

I met a lot of great people in NDC. Hahaha. Those whom I debated, ate, danced, and sang, got drunk with. Can’t wait for MPDC or Vismin. Or the next NDC.
And guess what, we won the bid. The 10th National Debate Championships will be held here in Davao City! Haha! At last! I won’t have to worry about funds regarding my not-last NDC

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I feel so tired. I dunno why…but I took three baths since yesterday evening. I missed Davao so much. Here is the list of things I made sure I did during my first hour back here.

*hugged my family
*gulped a glass of Davao water
*overflowed the laundry baskets
*SMSed friends
*asked about AdDU HS training
*changed into comfy Davao clothes

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I finally got hold of the paper which had my poem in it. (Sunstar Davao Oct. 21, 2007; Sunday) Boy, was I proud. My poem sat next to stories written by members of the Davao Writers Guild. :) The poem is Minatamis [http://implicitinfluence.blogspot.com/2007/07/minatamis.html]. It is an “erotic poem” clothed with the metaphor of a plateful of the famous Filipino dessert, Minatamis.

My next goal is to go to Silliman. I’ll pass some of my poems to their National Writers Workshop---the biggest writing workshop in the country. The Silliman Writers Workshop is where Palanca awardees are bred. Besides, I can cross-train (debate!) with them Silliman debaters there too. :)

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I have good vibes this coming sem. *wink wink*