Farewell, Blogspot!

This will be the last blog entry that I will be posting here in Blogspot as I have decided to transfer to Wordpress for some reason. I don't have anything against Blogspot. I just think I needed another venue to start anew.

When I said goodbye to my Friendster blog, I took the posts with me and dumped them in Kring's Recycle Bin which is my other blog here in Blogspot. But in transferring to Wordpress, I have decided not to bring anything with me. I will be leaving my posts here to preserve the dates when they were written and posted, and to free myself from the hassle of another sleepless night of copying and pasting everything from one site to another.

Turtle Keziah and Kring's Recycle Bin will remain here as accounts of my works and expressions during my school life. turtlekeziah.wordpress.com will be the home of my musings now that I have graduated from college and have been venturing in my career. Since I also am a very proud Filipina and I want to relive my Multiply account which is in Filipino, I also made mabangongpagong.wordpress.com for my works and writings in Filipino.

Thank you for all those who took the time to read whatever I have posted here. Blogspot will always be here to reminisce what I have written in my younger years. God bless everyone!

Fastfood Chain Floor

I make up the foundation
Of the place that gives you life

You brighten up my surface
Each and every day,

You put that yellow caution
So I would cause no one to be hurt,

When I’m done with the rain
And on with the summer,
You take away the caution
And the feet are back again

Stepping on me happily.

Gratefulness is what I feel.
Through me,
You serve them well.

Krizelle R. Talladen
February 27, 2011

Dance Floor

You accept all soles,
Have the guts to face the dirt.
You are happy with where you are,
Without you, they will all just fall

Down, deep under.

You accept the slipper
Of Hanna who comes early.
You see her new nail color,
But it will be covered soon
with her pink socks.

You accept the sneaker
Of Joseph who comes in late,
Hurrying to the group of eight,
You don’t mind his heavy kicks.

You accept the sweat
That drips from Miggy’s face
You accept even his whole body
When he lies down tired and exhausted.

You accept the slides, the strides,
The slips and the points
Everything.

You accept even the souls,
Have the guts to face their dirt.
You are happy with where you are,
Without you, they will all just fall

Down, deep under

The regrets of passion.


Krizelle R. Talladen
February 26, 2011

Ulan

Sanay na ako sa ulan.

Maliit ka pa lamang
ay sa mukha ko na dumadaloy,
Tubig na gamit ng iyong ina
habang marahan na hinahaplos
Ang maselan mong balat.

Hindi niya hahayaang
Sa sinapupunan ko
Ika’y bumagsak.

Naalala mo ba noong ika’y sampu?
Nagtampisaw kang may galak
At patalun-talon,

Naku!

Sakit ang naidulot
Ng iyong pagkakaumpog.
Bagyo ang umagos
Sa mata mong agad namang
Patatahanin ni ina.

Ngayo’y tayo na lamang ang narito
Sa tuwina’y takbuhan ako
Ng mga patagong sikreto

Tanggap ko lahat ng ulan
Mula sa gripo at sa mga mata mo,

Ito ang kapalaran
Ng sahig sa banyo.


Krizelle R. Talladen
Pebrero 27, 2011