Kung ako magkaka-
Ayoko nung kay
Ang gusto ko lang, 'yong
First posted March 5, 2012.
January 19, 2014
Superhero / Mandirigma ng Bayan
Kung ako magkaka-
Ayoko nung kay
Ang gusto ko lang, 'yong
First posted March 5, 2012.
October 9, 2013
I Met Her Today
I was on the train when I saw her again.
I started the morning the usual way: uninspired, yet rushing towards a job I hate; hungry, yet eating up more than enough information; dissatisfied, but comfortable with the daily grind. Most of all, I was tired, but with energy to last until the next payday.
I was quickly boarded the jeep with rebellion seeping from all my pores- except my mouth. I was angry, and I did not want to continue doing what I have always been doing, but what choice did I have? What else could I---
... Until she sat next to me.
She looked ordinary enough, except for the little cartoon character keychain hanging from her bag. She was also mouthing some words, probably from a song that was playing on her bright red earphones.
Another hipster chick, I'd have thought, if she wasn't wearing black slacks and a seemingly for-office top. Hmm.
The jeep moved on, and with each movement, she swayed to the beat. There was very little of us inside, so I suppose that gave her freedom enough. Still, I suppose I felt embarrassed for her... Why? Is it because she was happy when I was not? What did she have that I didn't? What was her music?
Before I could think about even asking her for her name, the driver announced our stop. We got off on the same station - she, with an elegant grace, before me. As there was a rush of people by then, I quickly lost sight of her.
I sighed, and made my way to the train.
With each step I take, I could feel the anger bubbling inside me again. Not the same ticket! Not the same turnstiles! Not the same inefficient trains! Why in hell do I---
... Until I noticed that she was right next to me on the passenger car.
A million questions flew by my head. How did she get here? Why is she in the mixed passengers car, and not in the females only car? How come she conveniently decided to place herself smack next to me? Is the music she's bobbing her head to now the same music she was bobbing her head to on the jeep?
She didn't seem to recognize me, nor did she even glance my way. I suppose it was just an interesting coincidence.
The train moved, and so did my thoughts flow in all these directions.
I looked over at her every so often, but she seemed stuck in her little world of vibrancy and red earphones. I didn't think of her romantically, no - though I had to admit that I was curious.
Well, here's my stop. I look over towards her direction, and notice that she has not moved an inch. I guess she's not going down the same station as me. (A barely audible sigh escapes my lips.)
I walk off the already full train, and before my thoughts turn angry again, I glance her way. She's looking right at me, like a curious cat. She then lets out a smile, and the train moves on.
I don't think I'll ever see her again, but I think one thing's for sure: it's going to be a good day today.
I started the morning the usual way: uninspired, yet rushing towards a job I hate; hungry, yet eating up more than enough information; dissatisfied, but comfortable with the daily grind. Most of all, I was tired, but with energy to last until the next payday.
I was quickly boarded the jeep with rebellion seeping from all my pores- except my mouth. I was angry, and I did not want to continue doing what I have always been doing, but what choice did I have? What else could I---
... Until she sat next to me.
She looked ordinary enough, except for the little cartoon character keychain hanging from her bag. She was also mouthing some words, probably from a song that was playing on her bright red earphones.
Another hipster chick, I'd have thought, if she wasn't wearing black slacks and a seemingly for-office top. Hmm.
The jeep moved on, and with each movement, she swayed to the beat. There was very little of us inside, so I suppose that gave her freedom enough. Still, I suppose I felt embarrassed for her... Why? Is it because she was happy when I was not? What did she have that I didn't? What was her music?
Before I could think about even asking her for her name, the driver announced our stop. We got off on the same station - she, with an elegant grace, before me. As there was a rush of people by then, I quickly lost sight of her.
I sighed, and made my way to the train.
With each step I take, I could feel the anger bubbling inside me again. Not the same ticket! Not the same turnstiles! Not the same inefficient trains! Why in hell do I---
... Until I noticed that she was right next to me on the passenger car.
A million questions flew by my head. How did she get here? Why is she in the mixed passengers car, and not in the females only car? How come she conveniently decided to place herself smack next to me? Is the music she's bobbing her head to now the same music she was bobbing her head to on the jeep?
She didn't seem to recognize me, nor did she even glance my way. I suppose it was just an interesting coincidence.
The train moved, and so did my thoughts flow in all these directions.
I looked over at her every so often, but she seemed stuck in her little world of vibrancy and red earphones. I didn't think of her romantically, no - though I had to admit that I was curious.
Well, here's my stop. I look over towards her direction, and notice that she has not moved an inch. I guess she's not going down the same station as me. (A barely audible sigh escapes my lips.)
I walk off the already full train, and before my thoughts turn angry again, I glance her way. She's looking right at me, like a curious cat. She then lets out a smile, and the train moves on.
I don't think I'll ever see her again, but I think one thing's for sure: it's going to be a good day today.
June 19, 2012
May 9, 2012
Asclepias Curassavica
Asclepias Curassavica (Paint A Pretty Picture)
I look at them calmly, while surveying the scene before me.
I see lovely red flowers dotting the walls. {Their hue and texture is amazing! The actual design is childish, but the crudeness is exquisite. (I cannot help but be biased - I am the artist.)}
I see their clean white frocks, dimmed by their no-nonsense expressions. {This is, apparently, serious business. One of them just twitched their lip, perhaps signaling me to stop my foolishness and concentrate on the situation at hand.}
I see the hanging lamp sway back and forth, as if hinting a crime. {It flickers on and off, just like in those horror flicks.}
I see commotion, bulletholes on my hands, blood on my clothes. I see an incoming darkness.
Then I see no more.
I look at them calmly, while surveying the scene before me.
I see lovely red flowers dotting the walls. {Their hue and texture is amazing! The actual design is childish, but the crudeness is exquisite. (I cannot help but be biased - I am the artist.)}
I see their clean white frocks, dimmed by their no-nonsense expressions. {This is, apparently, serious business. One of them just twitched their lip, perhaps signaling me to stop my foolishness and concentrate on the situation at hand.}
I see the hanging lamp sway back and forth, as if hinting a crime. {It flickers on and off, just like in those horror flicks.}
I see commotion, bulletholes on my hands, blood on my clothes. I see an incoming darkness.
Then I see no more.
April 18, 2012
I'm Sick
I'm Sick (Grasping Knowledge)
Staring dimly at the mirror in front of me, I began to laugh.
God, I look horrible now. Hair falling from my head, blood everywhere- what a mess. I'm sorry for the poor devil who'll have to clean all of this up later...
Vaguely staring at the doctor's diagnosis stuck onto the glass with duct tape, I raised a bloodied finger on the few lines printed on the piece of paper that contained the details of my condition. I giggled uncontrollably. Who would have known that it was so? Who wouldn't have?
It's almost as if I could see that vein pouring more and more of that unexpected crimson fluid into my grey matter. It doesn't hurt much, no, not really. It's not that it's unwanted- letting my oh-so parched brain drink up its fill.
Feeling blood flowing softly towards my eyes, I sighed. I didn't even think of wiping it away. It didn't matter. My eyes... They needed moistening, did they not?
I stare once more at the mirror, knowing I am soon to die...
Glancing at the bone and flesh I had in my hand, I shuddered. THIS is what I have in my body? This? THIS? Such a lovely shade of red!
I smooth the unprotected neurons on the top of my head and yank on them hard.
{ First posted on Fictionpress. }
Staring dimly at the mirror in front of me, I began to laugh.
God, I look horrible now. Hair falling from my head, blood everywhere- what a mess. I'm sorry for the poor devil who'll have to clean all of this up later...
Vaguely staring at the doctor's diagnosis stuck onto the glass with duct tape, I raised a bloodied finger on the few lines printed on the piece of paper that contained the details of my condition. I giggled uncontrollably. Who would have known that it was so? Who wouldn't have?
It's almost as if I could see that vein pouring more and more of that unexpected crimson fluid into my grey matter. It doesn't hurt much, no, not really. It's not that it's unwanted- letting my oh-so parched brain drink up its fill.
Feeling blood flowing softly towards my eyes, I sighed. I didn't even think of wiping it away. It didn't matter. My eyes... They needed moistening, did they not?
I stare once more at the mirror, knowing I am soon to die...
Glancing at the bone and flesh I had in my hand, I shuddered. THIS is what I have in my body? This? THIS? Such a lovely shade of red!
I smooth the unprotected neurons on the top of my head and yank on them hard.
{ First posted on Fictionpress. }
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