Left With No Write

Multiple Orgasm

kjosepineda — Tue, 06 May 2008 00:02:32 +0000

“What could be wetter than…”
- Red Hot Chili Peppers, Emit Remmus

Wet.

Wet wet wet wet
Wet wet, wet wet wet wet
Wet wet wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet.

Wet wet wet wet wet
(Wet wet wet wet)
We wet wet!

Wet: wet wet wet wet
Wet—wet wet wet!
Wet wet wet wet?
Wet.

Wet! Wet! Wet!
“WE
T!”

Wet wet wet wet wet wet
Wet wet wet wet wet wet
Wet wet wet wet wet wet
Wet wet wet

Wet,
Wet,
Wet.

Wet wet wet. Wet. Wet.
Wet, wet, wet,
Wet. Wet? Wet! (Wet.)

Spin the sheets wet
With water and Tide.
We’ll be heading out doors
Discovered and dried.

From the Sky to the Kite

kjosepineda — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 07:53:14 +0000

& the imaginary sky
to fill your wedding church will be him.
not the familiar faces cheered
by candles, splashed with hymns.
not the promise you’ll sacredly utter
in front of god & a thousand petals. not the knot.
not even the groom who on that day
shall see beyond the whiteness you wear.
there will be an aching prayer
you’ll hush in your heart.
& with that prayer you’ll know beyond your heart,
beyond the prayer itself, beyond the vignettes
left of you of him—a cup of espresso,
a toothful and thoughtful smile,
kids commemorating him through personalized shirts,
birthdays, christmas, your mother—that
daddy is & will always be your sky.
& you, a little kite now flying away from the earth.
fly, little kite. say I do. & he has loved & loves you too.

(For Riz)

Midnight Sonata

kjosepineda — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 06:51:23 +0000

Blood. It has always been about blood
When it comes to painting the inhibitions of you
In a night endless as the reach of your eyes
Wide open sleeping. How you have become one
With the course of this transformation remains
A secret locked in your lips. You will not speak
Until you see how the world will see you
As a figure of pleasure, not of pain. Flowers.
These most pleasurable offerings. Soon enough
You’d grow them on your own flesh
And herald to the world the news: I am beautiful
And blossoming and
At dawn I’ll leave nothing but my silhouette.
Not my memory, but my silhouette.
Even so, you have not spoken fully still as there lies in your eyes
A sleep wide as an endless night.

O lady of the stars! O lady of the stars!
You’re no longer alone.
Blood and flowers are what you own.

How Mirrors Work

kjosepineda — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 06:44:23 +0000

Hi, I’m Karlo,
and I will tell you something
about myself. I am:
egocentric eccentric
mercurial
impulsive
composite,
aerially passionate. God-fearing.
Sometimes sweet, most of the time, loving.
I love anything that shimmers
And those that fade.
I am mature enough to contradict myself.
I am you
without habiliments.

(Bylined, Philippines Graphic, March 17, 2008 )

Message

kjosepineda — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 06:42:29 +0000

Probably you won’t read this
in the next couple of days,
maybe weeks or months even.

But that precisely makes this wonderful.
That regardless of the exactness of time,
I am here discreetly reminding you
of your importance, in a place whose name
now nears an escape in your recall.

It’s like shouting at the void the sky unfolds
to us every day and not getting a response
but the slow movement of clouds.

Very much placid and stealth
this message may be, but take notice:
under its delicate folds resides the fire
that have kept you and me desirable for years

of us knowing each other,
exploring and determining each other.

I am still here, and I love you.

(Bylined, Philippines Graphic, March 17, 2008 )

Inept

kjosepineda — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 06:39:51 +0000

Days have always seen walls closing in
on him when pressed to offer something
he can leave his name proudly attached

unto: a drawing on a torn page, a scrawled love
note on a petal, a novel idea to stand the test of time,
or a poem. It seems that there is just no escaping

the entrapment but surrendering how he is just as limited
as a box. And who would want to be a box, he questions,
when the profoundest it can do in a vast field

is to open itself up to the sky and see not how blue it is?

(Bylined, Philippines Graphic, March 17, 2008 )

Director’s Cut

kjosepineda — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 05:38:40 +0000

Finding the self, regarded as its own shadow, in this vast darkness of a cinema.
There are no walls here. No exits. Not even the cold common to this place.

Why now the memories of a desolate life running like an old romantic movie
being viewed by a sea of faceless lovers over and over and over again?

A hole below is all I ask. Wish you, omnipotent hole, to suck me from my seat,
transport me elsewhere in a different scene to find a ransomed friend
who shall offer by my presence a cup of my own blood,
telling me how he has remained youthful drinking it for years.

Now close your eyes. This is great cinematography.

The Departure

kjosepineda — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 05:31:41 +0000

So you’ve been a harbinger of the night and I give you a light.
Where have you been? Born on god’s forehead with sin?
Now your direction’s gone uncharted.
And you save some miracles in your bag.
And you give ‘em dear parents kisses and hugs.
And you watch the ice melt before your eyes.
There’s nothing much to tell about this cold passing.
It has left long before you came. It bears no name.
Harbinger of the night, offer me your desperation.
Penetrate this dream where once you were a red-cloaked hero
Saving the world from its own perversion. See that crack in your palm?
That was the world trying to break through. Sometimes
I ought to think it was you. Was it?
Don’t be afraid. You know how these things happen.
They float and fade. And there’s nothing wrong with taking a picture
Even if you’re turning back.
Second chance and a last dance. Tragedy of your serpentine trance.
But then don’t ask me, harbinger of the night, how I’ve managed
To nestle this bird of vehemence in the forest of my hair.
It was there long before you came. It bears no name.
Like passing, like parting. Like you breaking through your own palm.

The weight of this world is in the crying of its rivers. The height in the skies far beyond
Our grasp put together. Show me your camisole wings and I shall draw your flight.

Little harbinger of the night, here’s your light.

(For Tristan)

Only

kjosepineda — Wed, 04 Jul 2007 09:08:44 +0000

Would walking down
The streets of an invisible city

Within provide you eyes
To see that the broken man

Trapped in its very heart
Is only as good as his words

—Whimsical as his fantasies,
Volatile as his moods—

Subject to change?

Julie Gandioco: Baking for Success

kjosepineda — Wed, 20 Jun 2007 02:01:32 +0000

What’s the difference between an ordinary baker and an extraordinary one? Given the same resources, an ordinary baker is most likely to take out sweet-smelling bread from the kiln while the extraordinary baker, on the other hand, has something greater cooking in the oven: success.

For Julie Gandioco, owner of Julie’s Bakeshop who baked fresh ideas for the industry, both came in easy—producing good quality bread and achieving success in her field—as she had incorporated her initial entrepreneurial gleanings and the value of family solidarity in her current enterprise.

Gandioco, who once worked as a seamstress for relatives, friends, and neighbors and a canteen concessionaire while still in high school, had only two major priorities in life: her family and business. When she established the first store of Julie’s Bakeshop in Cebu in 1981, she concocted these priorities and got a sweeter slice of life.

“I am very proud of my children. Since day one, they have been there helping me to make possibilities for our business. All was involved thus we moved forward,” said Gandioco, pointing out that while she started the business, her husband and five children were the movers.

Gandioco’s brainchild has benefited millions, especially those with a sweet tooth for merienda, by providing an alternative to high-end breads and pastries. She has made her business ubiquitous as there seems to be a Julie’s branch present in every corner.

To date, there are 514 branches of Julie’s Bakeshop nationwide. All Julie’s Bakeshops offer a vast variety of snacks hunger-solvers, from ensaymadas to mamons to macaroons, cakes and empanadas. The shops, according to Gandioco, ensure that the ingredients they use are only the finest and that foodstuffs are produced in a clean environment.

Recently, Julie won, for the second time, the Outstanding Filipino Franchise of the Year from the Philippine Franchise Association (PFA). The franchise is now elevated to the PFA Hall of Fame, joining an elite circle of past winners such as Jollibee, McDonalds, Bench, Marks and Spencer and Max’s Restaurant.

Gandioco said she ultimately owes the success of Julie’s to her family, especially her children who were guided by her principles of being unity in whatever undertaking, and fostering warm customer and employee relations.

“You must have the patience and heart to handle them,” she said. “My first baker who has been with us for all our 25 years is still treating our patrons goodies fresh from the oven.”

On June 26, the 75-year-old Gandioco, who remains hands-on in dealing with her business, will be conferred by the Philippine Center of Entrepreneurship the award of most inspiring Cebuano entrepreneur at the Go Negosyo Entrepreneurship Conference, the latest leg of the continuing Go Negosyo campaign spearheaded by Presidential Consultant for Entrepreneurship Jose Concepcion III, slated in her hometown at the Cebu International Convention Center.

The Go Negosyo sa Cebu, which is chaired by Jay Aldeguer, owner of the famous Islands Souvenirs, is the first destination of the Go Negosyo Caravan, which brings Go Negosyo forums and expositions in key cities outside Metro Manila.

In partnership with the Cebu Chamber of Commerce and Industry (CCCI) through the support of CCCI President Francis Monera and Consul Sam Chioson, the Go Negosyo sa Cebu is part of the month-long celebration of the Cebu Business Month.

(Published, The Philippine Star, June 17, 2007)