6 Years From Now

6 Years From Now

“Well, if it wasn’t love, it’s a lot like it.” It’s almost two in the morning and I just finished watching the movie “A Lot Like Love”. It’s a story of hmm… Destiny? Chances? Plans? Getting all of your shits … Continue reading

Ang Kwento Ng Chippy at Sting

Bilang parte ng blogs kong about moving on, ito ang istorya kung paano naging makabuluhan ang dalawang simpleng bagay sa buhay ko.

 

Go, Karen. Bagsak lang ng bagsak ng memories. Makakalimutan mo din siya. Kaunti nalang. Push pa. FIGHTING!

 

Organic Chemistry. Science 2. Sino ba ang makakalimot sa masalimuot na subject na yan nong 4th year high school? Iniyakan ko yan, dinasalan. Naalala ko noong halos bagsak ang mga quizzes at alam kong lalagapak din ang exam ko kaya sa project ako nagho-hold on. Project na isang malinis at may kumpletong kontekstong kwaderno. Oo, yung notebook na walang erasure at walang kulang na lecture. Dahil ang bawat bura at kulang ay katumbas ng babye sa 10pts. Eh over 90 lang yun, at doon lang makababawi ang karamihan.

 

Kaya naman ganoon nalang ang hinagpis ko nang may kinulang pala akong lecture! “Other Side-chains”, hanggang ngayon naaalala ko pa yung topic. Umiyak talaga ako noon kasi alam kong babagsak ako. Tapos ikaw naman ‘tong hero na balak pang makalusot “Miss H****, pwede po bang palit nalang kami ng grade?”. Maraming nagulat noon, lalo na ako. Dakila. Pero syempre, hindi naman pwede yun. Unfair. At isa pa, parang kalokohan lang ‘yon sa mata ng guro at nakatatanda (pakiramdam ko). Last subject yun at nawala ka nang madismiss tayo. Maga pa rin ang mata ko at di kita mahanap. Hindi rin naman ako lumabas ng classroom kasi nanghihina pa ako (OA, I know).

 

Tapos nagsisimula na akong mairita nang makita kitang pumasok ng classroom…

 

Basang-basa ng pawis. Hinihingal. Pag tingin ko sa mga kamay mo, may hawak kang Chippy na malaki na nakasupot na puti at Sting naman na nakabote pa sa kabila. Galing ka palang 7-Eleven, na hindi masyadong malapit sa school para takbuhin lang ng ganun. Tapos naalala ko ang nangyari nung umaga ng araw na ‘yon.

 

*FLASHBACK. SAME DAY. MORNING

Non-Verbatim

Ako: Tara baba tayo (sa canteen). Gusto ko talaga ng Smart C at Chippy. Ewan ko ba pero gustung-gusto ko talaga.

Ikaw: Sige halika bili tayo.

Recess yan. Bumaba tayo pero nang tingnan natin, wala nang chippy. At wala ring Smart C. Wala lahat ng gusto ko. Alam mong disappointed ako pero wala kang magawa noon. Kaya bumili nalang tayo ng ibang pagkain.

 

‘Yan ang dahilan kung bakit binilhan mo ako ng malaking Chippy na red at Sting na red din (dahil walang Smart C, pero gusto ko rin yan). Nang makita mong nakatingin ako sa’yo na parang in state of shock pa dahil dapat magagalit ako nung nawala ka…

 

Ngumiti ka. Yung ngiti mong parang bata na parang puro ang tuwa. Hinding-hindi ko makakalimutan ang ngiti mong yan na nagagawa mo unnintentionally pag kinikilig ka. Tapos lumapit ka sa’kin. Inabot mo yung pagkain sabay sabi, “Sorry natagalan, pumunta pa kasi akong 7-Eleven. Tsaka wala pa rin kasing Smart C kaya Sting nabili ko.” Para akong nawalan ng sasabihin. Natulala na ewan. Hindi ko alam kung anong bibigkasin kaya nasabi ko nalang na “Ikaw talaga! Bakit pumunta ka pa doon!” Hindi ko rin maipaliwanag yung naramdaman ko niyan noon. Kilig. Saya. Guilt. Mukha-akong-shunga. Grabe hindi ko talaga alam kung anong gagawin noon. Ngingiti ba ako, magte-thank you, iha-hug ka o papagalitan. Pero one thing’s for sure, isa yun sa mga maitatago ko sa baul ng memories ko. At salamat diyan. Kung hindi ko man nasabi sa’yo to dahil naging speechless ako, salamat talaga. Sa’yo, thank you.

 

CHIPPY & STING

04.30.13 | Unexpected Twist

My horrible day just turned into a great one, well thanks to two of my best friends (hi Ivan and CA!).

 

I haven’t had my night off, well I didn’t sleep for three reasons. First, I didn’t feel sleepy during the night. Second, I enjoyed reading news, creating themes/backgrounds, surfing the Net and creating my first ever blog (i.e. Demolisyon). Yaaay me! Lastly, I wanted to turn my biological clock back to its normal condition, the one I am used to when I go to school.

 

So since I am feeling high and drowsy at the same time, I finally decided to go on a VERY SHORT nap and it was like 10 minutes. My sister waked me up for I asked her to cook a hashbrown for me. Then there the battle began. An argument was raised verbally until we fought physically, immature I know. I had my sensible reasons deep down from my blood-pumping organ. Well, I care for my sister and she doesn’t see that. She acts b*tchy and all, hides secrets from us, uses profanity in social networks and takes indiscreet pictures with her boyfriend whom we really disliked. I was a concerned sister, not being heroic and all, but I am. That’s what I want her to know. I am short-tempered and I guess that is my mistake.

 

I burst down in tears. I lied on my stomach and hardly pushed my face on a pillow. I can hear the sound of my own sobbing. This time it is not just the pain I feel for having my heart ripped by my sister but it is also about the agony I was feeling caused by my past boyfriend who got away. Two extreme reasons on why was my pillow wet from tears.

 

I didn’t hesitate to text my guy best friend because I know he’s just there, he always is. I remember him saying, “If you need someone to talk to, you know I will always be available”. So then I sent him a text message asking him to take me out and go to wherever. I just wanna leave the house. Afterwards, an idea kicked in my mind. Hey! Ivan wants to watch Iron Man 3 badly, so why not watch it? Yuh I haven’t watched the first two movies but I know I’ll catch up. And I definitely did 😉 I also invited CA and Angela but it turns out that only CA is free so we all went to the mall and watched it together. I had fun! CA went home with her siblings and mother leaving Ivan and me alone. So we ate Takuyaki and Friiiiiiiies and drank Zagu! I also bought popcorn after the movie, yeah weird. Then Ivan drove me home and he played with our puppy, Raffa, for a while and then headed home.

 

Naaaw that’s how my terrible day was twisted into a bright joyous one!

Demolisyon

Demolisyon

“Our homes in Silverio were built from our sweat. Now, we shed blood to fight for it,” Paulo Quiza of Bagong Alyansang Makabayan-National Capital Region.

 

As I read this news story, clips from “Sa Ngalan ng Tubo” (a documentary film about the Hacienda Luisita Massacre) kicked in my mind. Hindi na ito kaiba sa mga kaganapan noon sa Luisita. Bumuo ng human barricade ang mga residente ng Silverio, binatuhan sila ng teargas, lumaban sila gamit ang mga bato at nangbaril ang kapulisan. Nakakalungkot lang isipin na kabaliktaran ang inilalabas sa mga balita sa mainstream media. Tila ang mga residente ang may kasalanan ng lahat at mga bayani ang mga pulis. Hindi ko naman sila nilalahat ngunit naging testamento ito sa kung gaano nila kayang linlangin at pisikal na saktan ang mga kababayan nating mahihirap.

 

Ang mga kapitalista na naman!

Nariyan na naman ang pangalan ni Henry Sy at kakabit dito ang SMDC. Bakit nga ba kailangang ilunsad ang demolisyong ito? Dahil patatayuan ito ng mga condominiums ng kapitalistang si Henry Sy at tatawagin pa itong “Silver Homes”. Ide-develop ang lupa sa kung saan ang nakaaangat lamang sa pinansyal ang makikinabang. Bakit ba hindi nalang lumipat ang mga iskwater na yan sa mga relocation sites? Mula sa ilang mga dokyumentaryong napanood ko, iisa ang primaryang rason nila — walang trabaho. Walang trabaho, walang eskwelahan, palengke, ospital. Wala naman ang mga kinakailangan nila roon tanging tahanan lang kung kaya naman ay pinagtitiyagaan nila ang lugar kung saan sila kasalukuyang naninirahan.

 

Hindi natin dapat sinisisi ang mga mahihirap bagkus ay tulungan natin silang makaahon. Ang pera ng bayan ay pera ng lahat ng tao dito hindi ng iilang corrupt na lider ng bansa. Sagutin din ang mga problema sa unemployment rate. Kung talagang lumalago ang kasalukuyang ekonomiya ng bansa, bakit hindi ito nararamdaman ng mga karaniwang tao tulad ko? Serve the people. SERVE THE PEOPLE. Ang masa ang dapat tinutulungan, sila ang dapat na pinauunlad hindi ang sarili.