Sixty in the City

“Habang maliliit pa ang mga anak mo, parang gusto mo, lumaki na sila agad. Kasi, ang harap mag-alaga ng bata. Pero pag nagsilaki naman, halos gusto mong ibalik ang panahon, ibalik sila sa ‘yo. Kasi, pakiramdam mo, ang layo na nila. Hindi mo na sila maabot.

Pero wala kang magagawa. Sinasabi lang natin na ang anak ay karugtong ng buhay ng ina pero ang totoo, oras na pinutol na ang pusod ng sanggol, nagiging hiwalay na tao na sila. hindi na sila karugtong ng isa.”

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Waking Up to A Brand New Day

You wake up earlier than usual, thinking of the dream you just had. Not the worst, also not the best. Then you started thinking about work and other things. But you thought you’ll stop thinking and just lie on your bed, pull your blanket until your shoulders and watch the thin rays of light peeping through the curtains, giving light to the dark old room you are in. You let yourself indulge in that feeling of being in bed longer than you need to, for there were days you miss it, when you break your back sitting in the office for long hours.

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Last Flight Out

*To the island that I used to love

The last time I left you, I wasn’t able to hold back my tears as I took what I thought was my last seaplane journey out.

I was sad. Really sad. You’ve been my home for two years. And the memories I have collected can be compared to a pot of gold, hidden on the far side of the rainbow.Ā  I loved you. I loved your beauty and all your flaws. I didn’t want to leave you but your changes forced me to. Continue reading “Last Flight Out”

Writing with Feelings

Paulit-ulit akong nagdadrama dito sa aking blog tungkol sa aking trabaho at nandito na naman ako at magdadrama ulit. Ang drama ko sa buhay ay parang fungi na kahit pahiran ng sandamakmak na Nizoral Cream ay hindi maubos ubos (this is not a sponsored post ha ha).

How many times have I complained about my work-life drama and here I am writing about it again. My dramas in life are like fungi. They won’t disappear no matter how many times I apply Nizoral Cream.
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Can Tissue Paper Save the Human Race?

I took my stock of tissue paper from our store room, a plastic with 10 rolls in it. As I was walking my way to my room, I saw two guys walking towards me. I thought, what would happen if I smash this plastic of tissue rolls on their heads? Would it hurt? I imagined a scenario where I’m in trouble and I can use the plastic of tissue rolls as self defense. I guess it could save me, buy me time to run away from the suspect. Continue reading “Can Tissue Paper Save the Human Race?”

Lucy and Flappy Bird

It was around six in the evening and we were driving along the North Luzon Express Way when a series of Dashboard Confessional played on the radio. The sun was almost setting. The fields were so green; the grains waiting to be harvested gave a golden touch to the greenery. The silhouette of the mountain ranges, dark grey, almost black and the clouds, puffy, painted with different shades of blue, orange, grey and pink. I rolled down the car window and let the warm afternoon breeze touch my face. Continue reading “Lucy and Flappy Bird”