Tuesday, January 31, 2012

A Happy Childhood Memory: Wishing Stars

Dart past the lady washing her clothes and remember to duck when she throws soap suds your way in irritation. Remember to giggle, then look back and smile in apology. 

'Di na po mauulit, ate!

Side-step as more suds fly your way. Jump to the right! Those soapy waters can make quite a splash. Wave your hand, return the lady's grin, and be on your merry way. Leap over the cans, the potholes and the concrete humps. Frighten the cats and watch them hiss and arch their backs in retaliation.

Break to a run, slow to a trot, leap and aim for the low-hanging atis branch, knowing you'll miss. Just a little more. Just a little more. Cast the thought aside and race home again, your tin pencil case jingling loudly with its contents.

Open the squeaky gate with vigor, its creak is music to your ears. Knock on the door urgently, call out to those at home.

Andito na 'ko!

Prepare your best smile in all its toothy glory, stand with the awkward but confident air that young boys have. Anticipate the opening of the door and watch the knob slowly turn.


Hold out the back of your hand and wave it frantically under her nose.

Binigyan ako ng star ni Maam! Tingnan mo o.

Read the words below it out loud: very good.

Na-perfect ko 'yung test! Ito o!

Watch her smile pleasantly, her expression surprised and satisfied, as she looks over your prized trophy.

O, pa'no 'yan? Tuloy ang Jollibee bukas.

Yey! Tsaka hotdog at corned beef ang ulam mamaya, ha?

Watch her make a moue, a faint grin lighting up her face.

Hay. Sige na nga!

Hug her tight then run into the house. You are home.

When You Wish Upon a Star
Pinocchio OST

The Emo Blogger's Happy Blogging Challenge: A Happy Childhood Memory

citybuoy: Prologue: side x side (II)
citybuoy: A Happy Childhood Memory: Segueing Cousins

manilabitch: Prologue: Surviving Ennui


Thursday, January 19, 2012

Prologue: Vintage Truths

She sauntered her way on our side of the road, towards the direction I came from. Our eyes briefly met, but I honestly wouldn't have noticed her if not for the confidence she exuded as she walked. She commanded attention and she retained it. I smiled inwardly, glad to have met a woman like her after so long. So Vixens aren't wholly gone - one just has to be at the right place at the right time to spot them. I was close to my boarding house, still fawning over the chance encounter when a realization hit me: a pair of shades dangled from her uniform.

In one fluid movement, I turned and started backtracking my route. I starting jogging at first before breaking into a run, one hand clasping air, the other fingering my pocket. I was becoming more and more upset, and here I thought that that day could not have gotten any worse. I silently cursed to myself, which was an effort in itself, given the suddenness of the chase. 

I got back to the internet cafe within minutes and headed to the station I used, panting. It lay beside the monitor with all the faithfulness a pair of vintage Raybans could possibly have. With a sigh of relief, I retrieved the old pair, its familiar coldness welcomed by my hands, its familiar metallic clicks embraced by my ears.

I ate and loitered at a bakeshop after I got out of the cafe, out of breath, body dripping with sweat and my weary mind swimming in circles. Again. These shades were among the last reminders of the life of relative ease I once lived. It was a time when I paid little attention to these things. When similar effects were given to me, I knew how to thank and appreciate of course, but I rarely, if not never, actively asked for them. I have told friends how ironic it was for me to have started being somewhat materialistic only after I lost the means, and the luxury to be one. In response, the Master Jedi told me how we only start clinging onto the familiar only after we've lost it. I have set those words in stone ever since.

I walked home thinking how humbling the experience was. There I was, the boy who hours before, had been lost in thoughts of loss: that of actually losing, and that of never getting the chance of obtaining. I thought of a lost life, of lost friends, of lost voices, of lost time, of lost opportunities, of lost loves, of lost happiness. These filled my head and weighed on my heart. So much so, in fact, that I lived - no, I haunted - the present in a daze as a ghost. I would not even have noticed the loss I was committing myself had I not been shocked back to reality by a dose of positive vibe - of a boldness - that radiated out of a woman, a stranger who knew her strengths.

There is strength in losing. It is knowing what you still have; what can never be taken from you. 

It is a profound place, where all that strength springs from.

It all started with a tweet. And everything snowballed. Suffice to say that the venerable citybuoy, and I agreed on one thing: to write ten consecutive posts about happiness. Dahil nakakapagod na rin mag-emo diba, Nyl?! And remember, one emo post will yield us both five more happy posts. Merci.

Two other bloggers, who are still busy, might join along the way as well.

The Emo Blogger's Happy Blogging Challenge:
citybuoy: prologue: side x side (II)

Friday, January 13, 2012


And so it came to pass, that four somber fiends friends deferred gave up on postponed a goal challenge plan two moons old. One more week won't hurt. Hopefully.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Brain Fart X[][][]

             It's more fun in the

di ba pwedeng

                                   It's funnier in the

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Monday, January 2, 2012


Pretend that this is a happy post.