#abby orbeta

[jeepneythoughts]

Tinuruan ang sariling wag magpatalo Nagtayo ng pader na di mapapasok ng kahit sino Binuo ng bawat sakit, pamamaalam at pagkadismaya na dinulot ng iba. May mga pilit tumibag pero mas lalong pinapatibay pero ikaw, hindi ka natitinag. ... Ang iyong mga kuwento isa-isang kinalas ang aking mga kandado. Sinta, alam kong malayo pa bago tuluyang mabaklas ang mga kadenang nakapulupot sa aking puso. Pero handa na akong ibigay ito nang paulit-ulit, sa iba’t-ibang paraan, sa iisang tao. Sa iyo.

[wordsanonph]

September 26, 2009. 400 mm ng ulan ang bumuhos sa loob ng anim na oras na Nagdulot ng malawakang pagbahang naka-apekto sa Halos apat na milyong tao. 400mm na rin ng luha ang tumulo sa mga mata mo mula nang iwan ka nya. Mukha ka nang panda. Hindi yung cute na panda ha. Yung pangit. Kung meron man nun.

Abby Orbeta, Hindi Namatay Si Rizal Para Lumandi Ka

[wordsanonph]

I remember how you smelled the night before. Like cotton candy and horrible decisions.

300 Seconds, Abby Orbeta

[reallyoldgoldfish]

I remember how you smelled of the night before, like cotton candy and horrible decisions. Remember how the sunrise hit your peaceful sleeping face. How being in your arms felt like home.   

…

I remember how I wanted to turn our last few moments into infinity, but we only had 5 minutes left.

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But these are the things I could never say out loud. I never had the courage to. I still don’t.

– Abby Orbeta, excerpts from 300 Seconds (full text here)

[wordsanonph]

Shout out to our dearest friends in the north!

Words Anonymous' Abby, Louise, M, and Juan Miguel are traveling to Ilocos this weekend! Catch their performances at Coffee Break Vigan (Salcedo Branch) this Friday, June 19, and at La Tabacalera (Laoag) this Saturday, June 20! There'll be an open mic portion for both nights and we encourage you to take on that stage and share your story!

Pumunta sana kayo at bigyan sila ng pagmamahal! (O kaya ng sukang Iloko. O ng empanada. O ng bibingka. O ng longganisa. O ng bagnet.)

[wordsanonph]

Here is WA’s Abby Orbeta, aka Ate Girl, performing her poem, Letters to Online Dating. 

[yosi-break]

Idea.

You had a habit. a habit of falling in love with the little things. That small scar above your lip from a rollerblading accident. That dorky lisp that makes everything sound sexy. The cadence with which you say 'okay' -- non-committal, but with undertones of forever. You liked building castles out of ideas, forevers from moments. You scold yourself because He wasn't even your type. He wasn't typically handsome. In fact it took you quite a while to appreciate his looks. He didn't have broad shoulders you wished for. The strength you craved. The confidence that sweeps you off your feet. He was broken, just like you. You could hear it in the way he nervously twirls the keys in his pocket, see it in the ways he holds his drink, taste it his words, feel it when he looks at you with those sad sad eyes that mirror your own. But love, comes when you least expect it. That sounds cheesy and you abhor being cheesy, so let me scratch that thought. Love fucks you up when you're not looking. You promised yourself that this time, you'd keep your guard up, that you won't fall in love with an idea. The problem is this time, you're sure you didn't. The problem is this time, he doesn't even know you exist.

Turn off the shower. Step out. Grab a towel. Dry yourself. Check the time on your phone.

It's 4 am. I think it's high time you make him feel that you do.

Abby Orbeta

[notmadeforonenightstands]

Wrote this on my birthday. What a weird thing to think about on your birthday. Hahaha. I really don't have a title for this yet, so "Messiah" is just a placeholder until I find a more appropriate title. This was debuted last night, July 29 @ Sev's Cafe.