This is actually a dream come true!
Last July, I opened a new domain on wordpress to give space to my much awaiting comics, which is The Zero Calorie Adventures of Milk and Coffee. It’s a bunch of Filipino (Tagalog) comic strips that focuses on the friendship of the characters Milk and Coffee and friends.
The story line came out of no where, when I kept on wearing my weird shades and I started drawing my mini me. That’s explain why ‘Coffee’ had this bug-eye/heart-shaped shades. While the other characters are based on people I encounter and some friends.
The comics is in Tagalog, so sorry for the English-speaking fellas who are following me. It’s actually a risk because I don’t have an idea how it will go since I’m never familiar with the local SEO and how the new site’s Google ranking will climb up. Plus the fact that it’ll be composed of mostly images, I think it will be a great challenge for me.
But anyway, to my Filipino friends here, please support The Zero Calorie Adventures of Milk and Coffee. I’d appreciate it if you will follow and like our posts both on blogs and Facebook.
Just kindly go to these link and hit like:
Thank you so much!
This blog will never close, by the way. I have plenty of poems to share to you, so please, please stay tuned!
Tumingin ka sa aking mga mata
Baka sakaling mapinsin mo na
Ang aking nililihim na pagsinta.
Hindi pa ba halata sa kilos ko,
Sa kabadong paggalaw ng kamay ko,
At sa pagsasalitang nauutal at humihinto?
Ano kaya ang dapat kong gawin
Para ako’y iyong ibigin?
Natatakot ka bang baka biro lang aking pagtingin?
Sana tumingin ka sa aking mga mata
Dahil dito mo makikita
Ang kulay ng pagmamahal kong ikaw ang ipinipinta.
Araw-araw pinagdarasal ko:
Bakit ikaw pa ang dumating sa buhay ko?
Bakit ikaw pa sa dami-dami ng ibang tao?
Pagdilat ng mata ko, ikaw na naman ang nakita.
Ano’ng pagbibighani ang ginawa mo sa akin, sinta?
Bakit sa’yo’y umaasa at natutulala?
Tinitiis mo bang hindi ako pansinin?
Nahihiya ka bang aminin sa akin,
Na takot ka lang o hindi mo ako kayang mahalin.
Ayos lang kung hindi mo kayang sabihin,
Hindi naman kita pipilitin.
Ang nais ko lang iparating: Mahal kita — ito ang sinisigaw ng aking damdamin.
Kung darating ang panahaong may sagot ka na,
Maaari bang ngumit ka muna?
Ano man ang iyong dala, bitawan mo muna.
Huwag kang mag-alala hindi ko magwawala.
“Oo” man o “Hindi” irerespeto kita,
Gaya ng nakagawian ko noong makilala kita.
Kung wala pa din, tara dito at magkape ka muna.
Pipilitin kong hindi maging isang sirang plaka
O aawit ng mga malulungkot na kanta.
Naririto lang ako, makikinig sa’yo.
Kung may sasabihin ka, na sa’yo ang magkabilang tainga ko.
Handa ako makinig bilang kaibigan at humahanga sa’yo.
Ayos lang kung hindi mo kayang sabihin,
Puwede namang magkape habang nakatulala sa hangin.
Kung nahihiya ka man, maaari mo naman itong ibulong sa akin.
Ayun, sa dami ng pagdadahilan ko.
Iisa lang naman ang tunay na dahilan ko.
Ang nais ko lang iparating: Mahal kita — ito ang tunay na nararamdaman ko.
Title: My Road
By: Francis Moje
It’s a tough lane where I’m going through.
The street is crowded with fires and thorns,
Spiked icicles and a lot of people.
I can’t remember who brought me here.
It seems I need a space from all that’s going on.
Silver platter covers the blazing sun.
Sparkles are everywhere, blinding every eye.
I close my eyes to dodge the curse,
But it keep on injuring the rest of my body.
No cares but myself and my being of realization.
I turn on the music but it hurts my ears.
It doesn’t have lyrics and the melody is not complete.
I throw myself to the paper
And started writing whatever I can.
But it all went wrong because the ink is running empty.
The chills are behind like a weight.
It is heavy and dragging my feet to no where.
The only way to take the gravity away
Is to stop, mute all the noises, remember…
…Remember my childhood days, when I didn’t really care about all these.
I need to step aside from the shadow
And live as the light turns my skin dark.
The only thing that will make me this time
Is my courage to give me more value and quality time,
Not just for myself but every people who need me.
I need not to be blinded by what I fear
Because things might be stopping for their agenda.
I won’t live in their hurry.
I will take all my time to pass through this road,
And accept every challenge with a fight that’s for me.
By: Francis Moje
I don’t know you.
We just had a talk after this night.
Could you stay a little while?
It’s never the same to wake up like this in the morning.
I never felt this before.
I feel like a canvas filled with paint.
Your wild kiss and embrace
Gave me a colorful reason why I need you to stay.
Every brush of your hair in my skin,
It stays until now putting details in the picture.
You knew how to fill the gap
Of this design, I think or maybe, we could call love.
If you’d leave it’s fine.
I will thank you for this light.
I know it sounds weird coming from me,
But you’d see it true from the blush on my cheeks.
If you’d stay with me, though,
I’d make you some coffee or tea.
Maybe you could say something about me.
And might as well I could fill the gaps in your painting.
I could not express myself in words today, so e-painted something that I think represents my emotions today.
First stop: Something that represents my country, Philippines.
Second Stop: the other things on my plate:
I stopped driving in the middle of nowhere when I started seeing people walking from tents to tents gathering supplies, like boxes of can goods and gallons of water. They were all rushing as if the place didn’t have plenty of supplies.
As I park the car to check what their doing, I overheard the parking lot guard who was talking to another guard saying that his family was already missing. He even mentioned they were already taken. I became worried.
“Pa, do we really need to grab supplies here? I think we have enough.”
“We will grab a little bit more. Just stay here in the car.” He alighted the car and swiftly went to the tent filled with boxes of goods. My Mom never let her eyes off of him. I saw her worried and somehow praying.
“Where are we going from here?” I said while looking at the back mirror. My siblings were pointing out each other with their eyes, arguing who would answer my question. So, I repeat my question.
“Uhm, we’ll go back to *******. That’s the safest place. All these things will disappear. Trust us with this.” my younger sister replied tapping my shoulder at the end of her line.
It didn’t last for long, my father went back to the truck with 2 boxes of can goods and a gallon of water. He threw everything at the back of the truck and signals me to start the engine. He got in the car and said, “Those are the only ones with long expiration. The rest will expire in 2 or 5 days. Good thing, I picked it up right away!” He sighs, “Now let’s go back to ******.”
Back to *******. I filled the tank full since it was a long drive going the place where we got the supplies and then all the way back. No explanation had still registered to me what was going and what’s the ash fall and everything-has-to-happen all about. I just followed every move and direction they wanted me to follow. I think I was the only one who didn’t have an idea about it.
“Leave the car here. Put a mark that says “******”. It’ll be safe.” My younger sister told me. And wrote the name of the place that also came out silent from her mouth.
“What’s going on in this place? Why is it called “******”?” I asked.
“You will find out soon.”
I pursed my lips and tried to cover myself so the ash fall would not go all over my head. My Mom stayed closer to my Dad as we walked toward a small village. The village was filled with Japanese-like old houses, and I thought it was an old resort. As we get closer to the big wooden gate, someone sneaked at us from the small whole right beside the gate. He rotated his eyes to see if were more than a group.
“Show your foreheads! Get your faces closer to the gate” Immediately with lift our bangs away from our forehead so could clearly see even the pimple marks I was trying to hide. “They are all clean. No marks. Let them in.”
When the gate opened, I saw gigantic smoke coming from the center of the village. It was the ashes. Inside there were will an old Japanese houses, but with more trees and vegetation in some area.
“How come you know this is the safest place?”
“We know, Kuya!” said my brother. But I still didn’t get what he meant by that. “Just keep quiet. Everything will be explained”.
I woke up in the middle of the night in the room those men provided us. I could see the glow of the fire coming inside the window, reflecting shadows on the ceiling. I was trying to build the puzzles they were telling me and what they were keeping secret to me. So I got up and checked the glass window, covered pen writing of the name of the place. When I turned my head, I wasn’t in my room anymore. I walked toward where the ashes was being sent to the sky.
As I get nearer and nearer, I could feel the warm and burning breeze of the fire and light. And then, I saw a drained Olympic-size pool — that’s where the burning things coming from.
I went closer and closer until I could clearly see what was producing all the ashes.
They were lots of people — the missing ones, the family of the guard I encountered when I was in the parking lot. There were like more or less a hundred pf them.
But they weren’t hurt or feeling any pain from the fire. They just continue moving around the pool. Some of them were eating, some of them were sleeping and the rest were praying. The fire, however, was coming right out of their skin. It turned their skin into ashes, but it was being replaced right away.
Then, I woke up in reality.
When I got in to my senses, I noticed that there were some changes happened in my room, I felt like I was in a different house; but I didn’t mind that and just quickly headed to my wooden closet and packed every clothes I could get inside my back pack.
“Is everybody ready?” I shouted after finishing the packing.
“Why are you shouting? We’re going to pick up your brothers at ***** they are already waiting.” my Dad replied, hushing me to take my voice low. The place wasn’t clear to me. My Dad just mentioned it as if he just opened his mouth or there were some sort of bleep like a censorship in the movie. But I noded like I know where it was. He handed over my car keys (I have a car?).
I went downstairs and saw my Mom standing right beside the unfamiliar glass kitchen table with all her stuff prepared. “Are you ready, Ma?”