Archive for May, 2005

24
May

Tie The Knot, Franc

We just witnessed our friend Franc say “I do.”

I could sense that he was quite uneasy. But, the moment the ceremony was over, I saw him like it was college enrollment again. Yes, I could remember him as my college classmate and friend. He was very timid, happy-go-lucky and outgoing as I look back. But now, he’s changed into a grown individual, stronger and more dignified. I just wish he’d be in such bliss with his new found life.

Lots of our college friends clouded the event. I’m glad to see the group again. They were teasing each other “Who’s next,” I just take a freaky chuckle when the stone catches me. There was Jemicel, Door & Ging, Dheyz, Weena and Mac. It was very heartwarming for me to be given a quick talk on their little program in behalf of our friends. I just thanked Franc’s family for being so warm to me whenever I visit them in Basud. His mom told me with mixed stint of happiness and homesickness now that her youngest son is married, their lives would detail a little difference. I just replied back that I’m very much happy for Franco. Then I silently whispered and smiled, “We’re all getting there.”

23
May

This Can’t Be Love :-(

I couldn’t forget the way she left the guy alone in the park.

A pair of lovers was walking down the town’s narrow streets. Everything was splendid when the girl was there. There were smiles on their warm happy faces. The smiles won’t fade out because they missed each other so much. I saw them laughing, the guy making funny faces. I could feel that the girl pockets on her jolly feelings for the cheerful lad. They went to at the movies and I struggled to catch my breath in order to follow them. I just put on a simple grin when I checked on they’re watching a romantic film. I envied them. I wish I could take the place of that guy, just to be with her. Just to hug and kiss her. I dreamed of laughing with her, talking silly things we see at the film. Oh, I’d chase them to see what’ll happen next.

I looked at their direction. They were descending the stairs and leaving the movie-house premise. It seems, they got extremely happy watching the flick. It could be the movie, or just the mere fact that they were together that made such sparkling beam into their faces. I wish I could know what topics they talk about. I wonder if they don’t get caught on some boring moments. Well, I hope not. Certainly they enjoy each other’s company.

They finally went on a street steak store. Yummy, they’d eat something in there. They still wear those pretty smirks on their faces. They must have been intensely in love with each other. Then suddenly, the girl frowned. The guy was left summoning for the girl. I almost ran to view what was happening. The girl was pacing faster, and the guy was making his efforts to call upon the lady. Until they reached the park, the girl was almost running away from the road crossing when the guy tried to hold on to her but was in vain. All I could see was his sad face.

“Oh it’s such a perfect day,
I’m glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.”(*)

I was hiding behind the columns. The lovers left me with watery eyes, drinking on sad thoughts. I hate them for spoiling my simple happiness on preying unto their romantic moments. I felt, love just flew away.

(*) Lyrics from Lou Reed’s Perfect Day

18
May

Waiting in Vain

When time deceives you, just close your eyes. Things would be different. Vivid images would appear. Whatever you choose, it must be the right vision for you. The hours of lingers forever. Every hourglass seems endless. You tend to break it. Crush the sands of each moment and spread it into angry earth. Granules of it elaborately mirrors the stages of every minute lost.

Turn it back? No. Most roads insist on "no looking back policy." Things happens for reasons. But every reason has its fault, its uncertainty, its surprises. Unable to grip a mighty return, you just fall back. Lay down. Open your eyes. Stare from afar and shout…

I don’t wanna wait.

10
May

Sleep Tight

I drone on with such peaceful solitude

Where no dreams, no nightmares so crude;

With the chilled wind from the earth

Touched me, embraced me unhurted,

Along with the freshness of its breath

Whispered words, tasted so sweet,

The night’s wonders’ around thee…

For it’s there, so rare, so free.

09
May

Count 1, 2, 35…

I woke up to read a text message…

“Happy monthsary…” I realized, were staying for another month to complete three years of rollercoaster love. We’ve been lovers for thirty-five months already. I can’t get some text load so I drone on again, woke up at eight, and then took a shower. I was preparing for work when I heard the phone ring. I knew it was her. I waited for another thirty minutes before I go and no one called.

I just want to reply her back and say “35 months and still going. Thanks for riding in our love rollercoaster, please don’t go down yet….’coz I love it!”

07
May

Write About Ana

Much sober dramatic moment in radio and TV talk shows are flooding us this weekend. There are cheerful and semi-sad tributes everywhere. From TV ads to shopping mall discount promos, their power is here to stay. After all, there’s no danger in romanticizing a week full of flowery phrases and endless thoughts of gratitude about the women we all talk about – our Mothers.

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I could still remember the feature article I wrote eleven years ago in the Regional Secondary Schools Press Conference feature writing contest. The subject was indeed basic, popular and quite emotional. The main focus would be all about my MOTHER. Everybody said that it was the easiest topic given in years. Unfortunately, it wasn’t for me. I was partially shut do wn. My mind wasn’t working. I was expecting more challenging topics than of that. There was fear I might not be able to play with the right words. Romantic prose and nostalgia just can’t soak up on my mind. I still got ill feelings for her. She was not able to take me to the bus terminal to say “good luck,” for I’ll be lost for five days. I can’t write anything sweet about her. It’s just because frowns and stern faces of her are marked in my mind. I couldn’t compose strong words about her because I knew; she was always weak, afraid and fragile. All I could do was shake my head. I trembled. I refrained from breaking into tears.

I made several drafts. Words wouldn’t be enough to describe a real person. I thought that I must make mama, more human, less vulnerable. I was in a split decision on how to portray her in words. Strong or weak; happy or sad. I made my choice. I’ll make her a super hero. She can’t fly or become invisible but she had great powers. Just thinking of the great deeds she has done and sacrificed for us, I wrote faster. The words flowed. I was writing.

Luckily, I wrote at least two hundred words to qualify for the requirements. I was nervous. My feature article could just be one of the trashes the jurors dubbed. I hoped and waited. With much amusement, my name was called for the fifth place out of the top ten from nearly a hundred participants. I won. I conquered the positive mix of similes and hyperboles. I used direct possible words to describe my mother.

I went to national contests and seminars because of that great victory. Every day was colored. The rest of my high school days were spent on different parts of the country competing for the school. One day, my momma was there! She took me to the bus terminal and even made me some sandwiches for my next writing attack in South Cotabato. I loved her even more. She would be one of my muses. I’ll be eternally grateful to her.

I could write several character sketches of a woman named ANA. I won’t get tired of it.

06
May

Lay Down on Lies

I still can’t sleep. It’s 2:30 AM and all I hear is the audible sound on stirring silence. I have several questions dancing in my mind.

I had dinner with my neighborhood-friends Carene, Tope and Ems with Sas last night. The meal was good, the dessert was fine, and the conversation was dissolved. We ate issues concerning love and relationship and it wasn’t so edible. I got several lessons. Feeling so ashamed that I hurt my girlfriend sometimes through my unconscious negligence on my part, I just kept silent. I can’t do anything but love the person more. There were comparisons and complains regarding everyone’s lovelife. Surprisingly, the common complaint: LIES.

Whew, honesty is the most expensive item in market right now. I kept several lies before but I know, I already secured vindication or at least forgiveness to my victims. I also keep lies of other people, and that makes me a devious co-conspirator. For sure, I’ll be shot in Luneta like Jose Rizal if I spill all the beans that my friends had me kept in jars. I am a great lucky guy to be the “national archives” of love and hate of my neighborhood pals. They trust me. I am a locked room, very full, and about to burst out….

But that wouldn’t happen. That’s a promise. I am a good friend. (laughs!) I read an email written by someone named Bob Garon forwarded to me by Vanessa several weeks ago and I did pondered and studied it. Look who’s guilty.

Why lovers lie to each other

“The second fundamental requirement for effective loving is to tell what a therapist called “the microscopic truth.”

If there is one factor that damages a relationship sometimes beyond repair, it is concealment of the truth. Nobody can be lied to without getting hurt. And the closer to you is the liar, the deeper the hurt and the sharper the pain when you discover you were deceived.

You can imagine how hurting it is when the one person you have sworn to love and to cherish for life is the liar! The cornerstone of any relationship is sincerity and honesty. What more of a love relationship. And the lie is at the opposite end of the love spectrum.

We know that the beloved is capable of lying to us, but we don’t expect it to happen because our love was built on a foundation of honesty and sincerity. At least that is the way things should work out. When we realize that we are a victim of the lie and the liar is the beloved, then that reality is totally devastating. Worse, the lie gives rise to doubts. Doubts about other things told to us and doubts about what has not been told to us.

Why do lovers lie to each other? They will tell you it is because they don’t want to hurt the beloved. True, but more than that, there is fear and an unwillingness to face the consequences of the truth.

For some who have been brought up in homes where unpleasant truths are not talked about or denied, concealing the truth has become a habit that isn’t easy to break. If you get into a relationship with one who plays fast and loose with the truth, expect lots of trouble ahead. Expect cover-ups and every kind of deception imaginable. It is only a matter of time before you end up mistrusting the one to whom you have committed your love.

It’s only a question of time before you completely lose your trust in what he says. Then there will begin the period of time when your relationship is covered by the clouds of doubt and suspicion. Not the kind of situation that promotes a healthy and long-lasting love.

Every time you are lied to, it is as if the beloved removes a part of the foundation upon which you built your love. Distrust is a killer of love. It swiftly destroys the relationship you have nurtured so painstakingly over time. On the other hand, if you study solid relationships you will find a very high level of trust. You will feel the comfort level that the couple enjoys. You will envy the trust and the openness that are hallmarks of their love. Somehow, they have come to the point where they can tell the microscopic truth and grow because of it.

They feel free to talk about their feelings in great detail without fearing retaliation and rejection because the level of love and acceptance is so high. They have managed to build trust to such a level that they feel no need to hide their feelings or the truth. And the foundations of their love are strong precisely because they are built on truth and openness.”

The whole article had spoken. Maybe, we weave lies to make everything seems good. But unconsciously, we’re not. I learned my lessons in the past. I am trying to be a better person now. Caren, Ems, Cristopher, and friends hope you read this.

05
May

Stare with Poignant Eyes

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I saw sadness in her eyes on the day we first met. I didn’t like it.

 

It bothered me so much that I tried to reach to her notwithstanding hurting others, or deceiving myself. In short a time, I had to catch some dear time to plunge in and get out knowing this girl. I had to. Until I knew, I already caught her attention.

 

Each day we meet, I made her smile, and that feels great. I am beginning to see some colors within her vision-device. Turning back to my first glimpse at her, I stopped and stumbled to catch her eyes smiling at mine. Oh gee, there was everything. I saw her gradually change, and I don’t know. I still see something in her eyes. It wasn’t that unexplainable sadness that I saw. There was this certain mystery, something I had to discover.

 

Until I started to get to know her, I was certain that I am on the right track into ascertaining that mystery. How could I make things easier? I thought, I had to do things in simple ways. Sometimes, silence became my ineffective tool in making those eyes express anything. I want to see what’s within. I won’t stop until I discover. I laugh, I smiled and she did the same thing. I told her crazy stories, she listened, and she gave me heart-melting stares that I can’t explain. I held her hands and felt her eyes telling me somewhat, or something that words wouldn’t express. I got so astonished. It just made me realize I wasn’t looking at her eyes anymore! I just knew it.

 

She was the girl I saw, I gaped upon and discovered. And now I am very sure she wasn’t sad that time…

 

And I know I liked it!

>>Note: Originally written in my notebook on July 29, 2002. Just refreshing innocent memories. :-)

04
May

Walk on Clouds

There are things words can’t explain. The touch of one’s hand, a voice uttered so sweetly, gestures, soft kisses on warm lips and glances on every part of the body… Explain everything. You’ll end up in a blank space.

One I got hold on with a song I heard from the car radio. From the top of the singer’s hurl, the chant goes from a special kiss, and allegorically connecting it to last a lifetime. When I spend great weekends with my girlfriend, I always end up collecting some Moments. Yes, another moment’s turned gold that Saturday afternoon. There was just a perfect day for a walk, a lunch or a movie. It was just one of our casual dates, but I always take a single moment with her my date-of-a-lifetime. For after that, I have to wait for another week. Surely, there’ll be dull moments, but there no such thing as wasted time. After a day’s companionship, Moments seems to give sparkles and smiles on my face. I’ll just close my eyes and feel the touch of our skin together. Every special caress entails security. Stares becomes words that tells "i want you," Sweating hands entwining says that "well always be together." The warmth of our kisses together seems to strike some toxin that couldn’t kill, but assure a deeper kind of love.

When could I get hold of these Moments? I wonder if humans could just record everything in a single computer chip. No one could even hear an angel sing. I couldn’t even touch the cloud, walk on it. But emotion’s ‘aint made of metals and plastics that could be stored on CDs and computers. How long could I keep these moments? I wouldn’t know for sure. As long as I feel love, there’ll always be Moments like this…

If I could get to hold on these moments every day of my life, I would live forever.

02
May

Run in Circles

I live in a lonely planet.

You’ll find rare pieces of clear memories in every dimension. There are various footprints of friends and foes, of gods and monsters. In every pathway, there are riddles intended to puzzle you in oblivion. Embellished with simple joints of pleasures, the moments are to be lost, or to be retrieved. Once you’re lost, time’s gonna eat you. The riped aftermath of Mighty time posseses intricate memories, unnamed people, defaced images and uncertain loops. It runs to be forever round. The spinning keeps it open for discoveries. It is prone to views and criticisms. It is unsafe. It is too dangerous to explore. With much room for contained hatred and grudges - love and bliss, this planet will struggle to survive. Only the strong can run in circles. 

Come, share my planet.

Save me.