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Mapapa-Wow Ka Na Lang

Before having dinner, I decided to visit the nearest Mercury Drug Store (which is around 15 to 20-minute tricycle ride away) to buy some insect/pest chalk. I feel so uneasy whenever I see ants in our room and it’s been three days since start seeing them again. Someone ate Whattatops and peanuts inside our room when I already banned any food in here¬†ūüė†ūüė†ūüė†.

On my way home, I was riding a tricycle when the tricycle in front of us (STOD 8602) used his signal light. I suddenly realized that it’s actually the first time that I saw a tricycle driver use signal lights before making any turn. I am actually amazed for a few seconds that I actually focused on all the other tricycles that I saw if they are using signal light or if they have any signal lights at all. Why amazed? Because for my 27 years of existence (with 25 years of it spent on living on the same community), this is actually the first time that I saw someone (a tricycle driver, specifically) use their damn signal lights before turning. Yeah, no big deal.

It is a pretty busy hour with most of the people trying to get home for dinner so during the remaining 10-minute ride, there are more or less 50 tricycles that I saw. Only 2 used their signal lights (it already includes the first tricycle that caught my attention) and 5 doesn’t even have signal lights at all.

I started thinking on how does these TODAs (tricycle operator and drivers’ association) regulate or check their members. Maybe since they’re only driving in barangay roads, they find using signal light/turn lights as unnecessary. Do they even get caught for that? I don’t think so.

Memories

Memories

I remember her sitting beside me. Her wavy hair getting in the way for me to see her face clearly. These days, I only remember glimpses of what happened, a snapshot of that certain moment. I remember her smiling. Whatever we’re talking about, it must’ve been about her special someone ’cause she’s blushing a bit.

I can’t really remember where it happened. In the pantry maybe, or in the jeepney we’re riding home. We used to go home together because we’re on the same way but we didn’t do it a lot ’cause I’m afraid of getting attached.

You see, friendship is still a relationship and in every relationship there will always be expectations. I know what I can do for someone, specially for friends, and sometimes that makes me dumb. I hate doing dumb things for worthless people just because of some stupid reason. I’ve been there.

The sad part is I can’t remember the conversations anymore. All I know is we’re so close once that we get to talk about personal things.

She had this reputation with men. A reputation that no woman would like to be attributed to. And it’s not just with one man. There’s several of them. I never believed any of it because I trust her.

I saw how fragile she is though she’s keeping this tough act in front of everyone. She said she doesn’t care about what they’re saying, she knows the truth. She can repeat that all day but I can feel how bothered she is.

That’s one thing I love about her. She knows her weakness and she’s doing what she can to assess herself, to avoid any past mistakes and to improve herself.

It’s been a little more than three years since the last time I saw her and I don’t know if she’s still working in the same industry where we met but wherever she is, I know she’ll bloom in her own way.

Kilay Is Life

Alas onse ng sabado noon, kakasakay ko lang ng jeep nang may sumakay ding isang estudyante. Medyo chubby sya, hanggang baywang ang buhok at pang-rakista ang pormahan; black knitted shirt, tokong na maong at boots. Isa sa pinaka-una kong napansin sa kanya ay yung kilay nya. Usong-uso ngayon ang ‘kilay is life’ at mukhang yun din ang tina-try i.achieve ni Ate Girl to the point na nanglalaban na. Tipong di pa sya galit, mukha nanagad syang galit. Sinubukan kong iwasan na tignan sya kaso may napansin ulit ako. Akala ko may something sa bibig nya pero naka-brace pala sya at medyo hirap i.close yung labi.

Paglampas ng Buting, may sumakay na kakilala nya na kinalabit at kinausap sya. Doon ko nakita yung ngiti nya, ang ganda nya pala. Parang nagliliwanag yung buong mukha nya kapag nakangiti sya, she even have dimples. Confirmed, ‘di bagay yung kilay nya sa kanya. May kamukha syang batang artista ng GMA dati eh kaso di ko na maalala yung pangalan.

Sana next time, she’ll tone down her eyebrows, she’s more beautiful that way.

Naranasan mo na ba?

Naranasan mo na ba na kabisado mo ang sapatos ng mga tao sa paligid mo ng hindi sila tinitignan kasi nag-aalangan kang tignan sila sa mukha?

Naranasan mo na ba na pakiramdam mo palagi kang pinag-uusapan? ‘Yung¬† para kang takot lagi na baka may nakamasid syo?

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Kandila

Kandila

Gaya ng kandilang sinindihan sa dilim, ikaw ay inilalagay sa isang sitwasyon kung saan ka dapat magsabog ng liwanag. Marami mang pagsubok na susubukang patayin ang apoy mo, may mga kamay namang handang salagin ang hangin sa paligid masiguro lang na patuloy kang mag-aalab.

Kung nasaan ka man ngayon sa buhay mo, isipin mo lagi na one way or another ikaw ay nagsisilbing liwanag para sa iba. Napupuno man ng kadiliman ang paligid mo, ang isip o damdamin mo, ‘wag kang mapagod na hanapin at alalahanin ang dahilan ng kung bakit ka nandyan sa lugar na yan at ang dahilan minsan mong pagliwanag.

Guilt

The other day you said you can’t sleep because you feel guilty. I thought you’re guilty because you’re hurting me, but I was wrong.

You’re guilty because of what you did to her. I don’t really understand that part but I think what you mean to say was you’re guilty because you involved her in whatever plan you have. My heart got pierced and since then, it’s been hurting like hell.

Well, who cares? At least you’re not bored anymore. And at least, after years of numbness, I can finally feel something again eventhough it’s pain.

Last Na

Nakita ko nanaman silang magkakasama, at ako naiwan nanamang nag-iisa. Sila, nandun sa tabing dagat, masayang namamasyal, nagtatampisaw at nagpapahinga. Ako naman, ito patingin-tingin na lang sa mga post nila. Lagi naman nila akong niyayaya pero ako ang tumatanggi. Bakit nga ba?

Naalala ko tuloy nung huli kaming nagkasamasama. Maaga kaming nagkita sa isang parke at kumain pa kami ng lunch na magkakasama. Pagkatapos noon ay naglibang ng saglit sa Timezone. Hindi kami kumpleto pero masaya na ‘kong makita sila, masaya akong malaman na OK sila.

Nung uwian na, nakita ko nanaman ang dahilan kung bakit ayaw kong sumasama sa mga lakad ng barkada. Napagtanto kong kahit gaano katagal ang lumipas, hindi na ‘yun magbabago. Doon ko nasabing kahit kailan hindi na ako sasamang muli sa kanila.

Iyon na ang huli.

Balisong

Ilang taon na nga ba? Halos labingwalong taon na din pala mula nang una kong mapansin yung weirdo mong mukha. Sa fourth row ako nakaupo noon, sa tabi ng pader. Ikaw naman nasa second or thrid row sa kabilang side ng kwarto. Pareho tayong transferee na first year high school students noon. Ang puti at ang gwapo mo, matangkad ka rin pero masyado kang baby face. As in mukha kang totoy sa katawan ng isang high school student.
Sabi nila para kang alien kasi patulis yung mukha mong sobrang payat. Pati buong katawan mo, napakapayat na para bang kayang kaya kang tangayin ng hangin. Napakahinhin mo din maglakad at
July 12 nang ayusin ni Maam ang seat plan natin. Yun ang umpisa kung bakit ko naging favorite ang Science. Araw-araw ko ng inaabangan yung subject na yun kasi naman, yun lang yung time na magkakatabi tayo. Oo! Grabe inspiration yun!
Pagkatapos ng ilang linggo eh nagkatabi ulit tayo sa ibang subject kaya grabe ang palakpak ng tenga ko nun! Mas pinagbigyan pa ko ni Lord nang pati sa homeroom (umpisa at last period natin) eh magkatabi tayo.
Juice colored! Imagine starting and ending your day beside your inspiration? No wonder why I’m always at the top of our class.
One day you came into our room and first thing you did was to show this little toy of yours. Isang balisong. You loved playing with it. You even showed me how to twist and turn it in my hands. I can still see your lips moving when you said something that morning. Then, there’s your smile that made my heart beat a little bit faster. I can’t remember the words now but that day will always remain.

Just (Another) Quick One : Hobbies,  Passion and Being a Mom

I was looking at my Instagram feed when I saw this photo by one of my high school friends. An aspiring photographer who takes above average photos (not that I have high standards) and he,  just like me,  loves using nature as his subject.

I went on looking at his photos when I realized that I used to love taking photos and looking at nature photography.  Now,  I just love looking at them.

I know most parents experience this at one point especially stay-at-home moms like me. ¬†That moment when you suddenly just miss doing those things that you’re terribly passionate about, ¬†like photography for instance. You can feel the passion, ¬†the excitement and the anticipation thinking when you can do the things you used to do. Somehow imagining what you would do and where you’d go to when you get the chance. For a minute, ¬†you’re flying there planning with a little too much bit of excitement.

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