Friday, February 23, 2007
I am very sorry to tell you that the Loverboy Airlines will be temporarily offline.
This is due to a week-long turbulence caused by three successive storms that will hit the area. The said turbulence is expected to eventually end on the third day of March of year 2007. During this time, we will also take the opportunity of having the maintennance of our planes for the safety of our passengers on board, and for us to be able to serve you with better facilities.
Fortunately, some flights to select destinations will still continue. Our runways are also open to newly-landed planes, but please wait a little for your names to be recorded in our logbook. Booking of tickets are also still accepted but please be patient in waiting for your flights to be rescheduled. I am also pleased to tell you that we can still be contacted via Friendster, Yahoo! Messenger or the tagboard found at the left sidebar.
The pilot will be back as soon as possible after the indicated date above. Henceforth, all air transport services of the airlines will also be fully operational immediately.
Sorry for the slight inconvenience and thank you for your continuous patronage to the airlines. See you all soon.
This is due to a week-long turbulence caused by three successive storms that will hit the area. The said turbulence is expected to eventually end on the third day of March of year 2007. During this time, we will also take the opportunity of having the maintennance of our planes for the safety of our passengers on board, and for us to be able to serve you with better facilities.
Fortunately, some flights to select destinations will still continue. Our runways are also open to newly-landed planes, but please wait a little for your names to be recorded in our logbook. Booking of tickets are also still accepted but please be patient in waiting for your flights to be rescheduled. I am also pleased to tell you that we can still be contacted via Friendster, Yahoo! Messenger or the tagboard found at the left sidebar.
The pilot will be back as soon as possible after the indicated date above. Henceforth, all air transport services of the airlines will also be fully operational immediately.
Sorry for the slight inconvenience and thank you for your continuous patronage to the airlines. See you all soon.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
It was back in my high school years when I met her. She was a new face in the campus, perhaps an exchange student. I noticed that her eyes were laughing blue.
There was something different about her. She did not know how to get sore, or if she did she seldom showed it. She would smile at you whatever you would say, or laugh her clean and youthful laughter. I was always spellbound whenever she does that. Whenever she smiles at me (or at least I thought she did), I couldn't help but smile at her, too.
Since then, I had a mission: to befriend her. Sure it was easy, since we were classmates and she was very easy to approach. All the boys in class were her friends already, including myself. But I wanted to go beyond that. I wanted to be close to her than any other boys in class, or even in school.
After some time, we became closer to each other. We shared a lot of characteristics, one of which was laughing over small things. Everyday we'd talk about anything while going to school. I became used to walking and laughing by her side. I thought everything was going fine then. Then I guess, I was wrong.
But at the beginning of the next term, she suddenly became pensive. There was a problem, I thought to myself. Something was the matter, and I was touched to see her so quiet and lonely.
"I haven't heard your laugh for a week now. There is nothing wrong, I hope?"
"Nothing, nothing at all."
But deep inside her, I saw there was. As the days went by, the loneliness in her eyes got deeper and deeper and I felt bad whenever I look at her now. She was totally different from the one whom I knew before, she was a total stranger in front of me now. The laughter on her face was now gone.
Questions clouded my mind, unformed and merely hinted. I kept asking myself over again but still, I couldn't have a definite answer. I would rather find it out myself, or if I can't, I must make her laugh one more time, at least.
One afternoon on our way back from school I decided to start the small confrontation.
"There is something wrong. You haven't even smiled in weeks. Mind if I try to make you laugh again?"
She smiled wanly.
"Sure, but seriously there is nothing wrong with me. It's just that I don't feel like laughing over anything at all. At least, for now."
That was it. When one doesn't feel like laughing, there must be something wrong. But I could not think of anything to make her laugh again. My tongue was at a loss for words, I was totally speechless. Back then, it was easy to say something laughable but everything got tangled up in my mind and nothing would come out - nothing laughable at all. Suddenly, she stopped walking and held onto my arm.
"What's the matter?" I asked, bewildered.
"Nothing, I hope." she said softly.
But soon she felt faint and she sank slowly in the grass, biting her lip. I was quick by her side. I took placed her head in my lap. I was calling her name, almost in tears, but still she was not answering. She was pale and her sweat was cold as ice. All at once, she clutched her sides and threw up. I stared in terror and could not say a thing. And then, she broke the long silence.
"Please, take me home now." she whispered, wiping her lips.
"Okay, then."
I held her clammy hand and led her down the street. We parted ways since that day. It was the end of the term, and she had to go back to the States, perhaps for her treatment.
Days later, she died of a quite rare disease. When I went to their home, her mother told me: "Before she took her final breath, she told me to give you this." Then, she handed me a small note, written on a fine white paper.
Two big tears coursed slowly down my cheeks.
Her laughter will always be remembered. I'll never forget that she once became a part of my life. Most of all, I will always love her.
There was something different about her. She did not know how to get sore, or if she did she seldom showed it. She would smile at you whatever you would say, or laugh her clean and youthful laughter. I was always spellbound whenever she does that. Whenever she smiles at me (or at least I thought she did), I couldn't help but smile at her, too.
Since then, I had a mission: to befriend her. Sure it was easy, since we were classmates and she was very easy to approach. All the boys in class were her friends already, including myself. But I wanted to go beyond that. I wanted to be close to her than any other boys in class, or even in school.
After some time, we became closer to each other. We shared a lot of characteristics, one of which was laughing over small things. Everyday we'd talk about anything while going to school. I became used to walking and laughing by her side. I thought everything was going fine then. Then I guess, I was wrong.
But at the beginning of the next term, she suddenly became pensive. There was a problem, I thought to myself. Something was the matter, and I was touched to see her so quiet and lonely.
"I haven't heard your laugh for a week now. There is nothing wrong, I hope?"
"Nothing, nothing at all."
But deep inside her, I saw there was. As the days went by, the loneliness in her eyes got deeper and deeper and I felt bad whenever I look at her now. She was totally different from the one whom I knew before, she was a total stranger in front of me now. The laughter on her face was now gone.
Questions clouded my mind, unformed and merely hinted. I kept asking myself over again but still, I couldn't have a definite answer. I would rather find it out myself, or if I can't, I must make her laugh one more time, at least.
One afternoon on our way back from school I decided to start the small confrontation.
"There is something wrong. You haven't even smiled in weeks. Mind if I try to make you laugh again?"
She smiled wanly.
"Sure, but seriously there is nothing wrong with me. It's just that I don't feel like laughing over anything at all. At least, for now."
That was it. When one doesn't feel like laughing, there must be something wrong. But I could not think of anything to make her laugh again. My tongue was at a loss for words, I was totally speechless. Back then, it was easy to say something laughable but everything got tangled up in my mind and nothing would come out - nothing laughable at all. Suddenly, she stopped walking and held onto my arm.
"What's the matter?" I asked, bewildered.
"Nothing, I hope." she said softly.
But soon she felt faint and she sank slowly in the grass, biting her lip. I was quick by her side. I took placed her head in my lap. I was calling her name, almost in tears, but still she was not answering. She was pale and her sweat was cold as ice. All at once, she clutched her sides and threw up. I stared in terror and could not say a thing. And then, she broke the long silence.
"Please, take me home now." she whispered, wiping her lips.
"Okay, then."
I held her clammy hand and led her down the street. We parted ways since that day. It was the end of the term, and she had to go back to the States, perhaps for her treatment.
Days later, she died of a quite rare disease. When I went to their home, her mother told me: "Before she took her final breath, she told me to give you this." Then, she handed me a small note, written on a fine white paper.
"I was glad that I shared a part of my life with you. Thanks for the fun and laughter. Thanks for everything, really."
Two big tears coursed slowly down my cheeks.
Her laughter will always be remembered. I'll never forget that she once became a part of my life. Most of all, I will always love her.
Labels: fiction, short story, write ups
Saturday, February 10, 2007
[ Author's note: If you are going to read this entry, read it from the start or else, everything will be spoiled. ]
Sabado, malapit nang mag-alas nueve y media ng gabi.
Tahimik akong nagbabasa ng isang aklat sa sala ng aming tahanan nang biglang may lumapit at sumubok na mang-istorbo sa akin. Sa pag aakalang aalis rin siya matapos ang ilang sandali, hindi ko lang muna siya pinapansin, at itinuloy ko lamang ang aking pagbabasa. Ngunit hindi niya pa rin talaga ako tinitigilan, kaya naman sinubukan kong itaboy na lamang siya at lumipat na rin ako ng pwesto upang doon na lamang matiwasay na ituloy ang naudlot na babasahin.
Ilang minuto na rin ang nakalipas, muli ko siyang nakitang papunta sa direksyon ng aking kinauupuan. Napagtanto kong nais niya talagang guluhin ang aking katahimikan, sapagkat kahit anong taboy ang aking gawin ay ayaw niya pa rin akong tigilan. Sinubukan ko siyang hampasin ng tangan kong libro, ngunit agad siyang nakaiwas. Ilang beses ko ring sinubukang hampasin siya, ngunit tila yata alam na niya kung saang direksyon ko ibabaling ang aking kamay upang paluin siya. Dahil doon, pinalipas ko pa rin ang kanyang pangungulit sa akin at hinayaan na lamang muna siya roon sa aking tabi.
Ngunit hindi nagtagal at napikon na rin ako sa kanyang presensya. Pinakiramdaman ko ang bawat kilos niya habang naroon pa siya sa tabi ko. Inihanda ko na ang aking kanang kamay upang subukan ang aking masamang balak sa kahuli-hulihang pagkakataon. Matapos kong umipon ng buwelo at lakas, inabangan ko siya at tuluyan nang lumapat na ang aking kamay sa malamig at matigas na salamin ng lamesa. Isang malakas na lagabog ang narinig.
BLAAAAAAAAG!!
Umalingawngaw sa buong bahay ang tunog ng ubos-lakas na palo ko sa lamesa. Halos mabasag ang salamin nito, at tuluyan na ngang nabasag ang katahimikan ng paligid. Tinamaan ko siya sa kanyang ulo, at mabilis na dumanak ang kanyang dugo sa aking kamay. Pinagmasdan ko muna siya sandali. Naroon siya, nakahandusay sa lamesa, naliligo sa sarili niyang dugo. Matapos kong itapon ang kanyang bangkay at hugasan ang aking duguang mga kamay, lihim akong napangiti at nasabi ko na lamang sa aking sarili:
"Patay kang lamok ka."
Labels: 'mental'ity, entertainment, sabaw
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
[ Random tagalog post ahead. (except for some [italicized] terms) Get yourself ready, some blood may still drip from your nostrils. This is another nonsense post, so if you do not mind, try to read the other entries instead. But if you do have 'love and concern' for this blog, then please, continue. ]
Aba, tingnan niyo nga naman oo. Sumobra na yata talaga ang pagdurugo ng aking ilong (marahil ang mga ilong niyo rin) nitong mga nakaraang mga araw sa aking mga huling isinulat. Kaya naman heto, bumuo ako ng isang tagalog na entry na para lamang sa inyo, mga mahal kong mambabasa ng blog na ito.
Ayun, dahil siguro sobrang lamig ng panahon ngayon, mas ninais ng aking mga daliri na magsulat (magtype) sa tagalog kaysa ingles. Pero nalilito pa rin ako habang ginagawa ko ito, paano ba naman, ang gusto ng utak ko eh, ingles ang isulat ko pero hindi naman dapat. Kaya hayan, pinipilit kong maging tagalog ito, dahil wala na rin namang pumapasok na kakaibang salita sa utak ko. Tila ba naubusan ako ng lakas para mag-isip ng sobrang lalim na mga kataga upang maibaling ang inyong atensyon sa kabilang mundo. Hindi sa mundo ng mga yumao, kundi sa mundo ng mga baliw at mga nasisiraan na ng ulo. Hehehe. ;)
Ngunit dahil sa isang di inaasahang pagkakataon, bigla na lamang dumami ang mga salita sa aking bibig! Bigla na lang silang nagsulputang parang bula mula sa kawalan at dahil doon, ginanahan na akong magsulat. Este, magtype pala. Pero sa totoo lang, wala ka naman talagang mababasa dito na may katuturan, dahil walang kwenta ang ginawa kong ito. Hindi, biro lang. Pinapa-excite lang kita para lalo mong basahin ang entry ko. (Yan ang mga taktika ng mga magagaling mang-uto este, mga blogger pala.) Ang tawag nga ng mga spokening dollar (pahiram ng iyong napakagandang kataga, kaibigang Heneroso) dito ay "delaying tactics" pero mas gusto kong tawagin na lang itong simpleng pang-uuto.
Tama na nga, subukan na nating pumasok sa aking personal na buhay. Nagsasawa na rin naman ako sa kakasulat ng tungkol sa mga bagay bagay sa aking paligid (tingnan mo na lang yung mga nasa ibaba ng post na ito) na mga makalaglag-panga at makapanindig-balahibo sa sobrang lalim ng mga salita sa bawat talata. Kaya heto nga, rinatrat ko ng mga tagalog para mawala na ang patuloy na pagdanak ng dugo mula sa inyong (ating) mga ilong. Pero meron pa rin yatang side effect eh. Sakali mang hindi tumulo ang dugo mula sa inyong mga ilong, maaari rin namang manggaling ito sa tenga, bibig at kung saan saan pa di ba? Basta ang sinigurado ko lang naman sa inyo, hindi na kayo mano-nosebleed, pero sa iba ewan ko na lang. Bahala na kayo dun, wala na akong kinalaman diyan, kaya huwag niyo akong sisihin ha?
At dahil Miyerkules na ngayon, walang pasok! Yeah! Pero wala rin akong dahilan para magpakasaya dahil may eksaminasyon kami sa Biyernes para sa asignaturang Chem 14 at kailangan kong mag-aral matapos kong i-lathala ang ginawa kong ito. Sa mga oras na ito ay ginagawa ko na rin ang unang burador (first draft) ng concept paper ko para naman sa Comm II. Nagmamadali na nga rin akong tapusin yung burador dahil nalalapit na rin ang deadline ng pagpapasa nito. Madaling araw pa lang, marami na akong nagagawa. Napakagaling ko talaga. (sumang-ayon ka na lang.) Nagagawa kong magsulat (magtype) ng post na ito habang may mga mas importanteng bagay rin akong ginagawa. Multitasking ang tawag diyan, pero ang iba sa inyo, tinatawag itong 'cramming.' Pero dahil nga magaling ako, ayokong gamitin ang salitang 'cram,' dahil negatibo ang magiging labas ko sa mga paningin ninyo. Magmumukha akong isang sobrang bum na estudyante at tamad mag aral o gumawa ng project [tinatapos sa kahuli-hulihang minuto], kaya naman mas gugustuhin ko kung tatawagin niyo na lamang akong isang 'multitasker' kaysa naman 'crammer.' Mas maganda pa pakinggan di ba? O, wag ka nang umangal. Wala ka nang magagawa.
Siguro naman ay nahalata mo [kung sino ka man na nagbabasa ngayon] nang sabaw na sabaw na ang utak ko matapos kong gawin ang post na ito ano? (Hint: tingnan mo kung anong oras na.) Kaya naman, sige mga mahal kong mambabasa. Dahil kailangan ko na kasing tapusin ang iba ko pang mga gawain. Dito na nagtatapos ang isang naaaaaaapaaaaaaakaaaaaaaa sabaw at walang kwentang blog entry. Panandalian nga lamang pala ang mga post na katulad nito, sapagkat naghahanda lang talaga ako para sa mga susunod pang kababata, este kabanata ng blog kong ito. Maaaring gumawa muli ako ng isa pang liham, o di kaya naman ay makabuo na rin ako ng isang maikling kwento. Istey tyund.
Aba, tingnan niyo nga naman oo. Sumobra na yata talaga ang pagdurugo ng aking ilong (marahil ang mga ilong niyo rin) nitong mga nakaraang mga araw sa aking mga huling isinulat. Kaya naman heto, bumuo ako ng isang tagalog na entry na para lamang sa inyo, mga mahal kong mambabasa ng blog na ito.
Ayun, dahil siguro sobrang lamig ng panahon ngayon, mas ninais ng aking mga daliri na magsulat (magtype) sa tagalog kaysa ingles. Pero nalilito pa rin ako habang ginagawa ko ito, paano ba naman, ang gusto ng utak ko eh, ingles ang isulat ko pero hindi naman dapat. Kaya hayan, pinipilit kong maging tagalog ito, dahil wala na rin namang pumapasok na kakaibang salita sa utak ko. Tila ba naubusan ako ng lakas para mag-isip ng sobrang lalim na mga kataga upang maibaling ang inyong atensyon sa kabilang mundo. Hindi sa mundo ng mga yumao, kundi sa mundo ng mga baliw at mga nasisiraan na ng ulo. Hehehe. ;)
Ngunit dahil sa isang di inaasahang pagkakataon, bigla na lamang dumami ang mga salita sa aking bibig! Bigla na lang silang nagsulputang parang bula mula sa kawalan at dahil doon, ginanahan na akong magsulat. Este, magtype pala. Pero sa totoo lang, wala ka naman talagang mababasa dito na may katuturan, dahil walang kwenta ang ginawa kong ito. Hindi, biro lang. Pinapa-excite lang kita para lalo mong basahin ang entry ko. (Yan ang mga taktika ng mga magagaling mang-uto este, mga blogger pala.) Ang tawag nga ng mga spokening dollar (pahiram ng iyong napakagandang kataga, kaibigang Heneroso) dito ay "delaying tactics" pero mas gusto kong tawagin na lang itong simpleng pang-uuto.
Tama na nga, subukan na nating pumasok sa aking personal na buhay. Nagsasawa na rin naman ako sa kakasulat ng tungkol sa mga bagay bagay sa aking paligid (tingnan mo na lang yung mga nasa ibaba ng post na ito) na mga makalaglag-panga at makapanindig-balahibo sa sobrang lalim ng mga salita sa bawat talata. Kaya heto nga, rinatrat ko ng mga tagalog para mawala na ang patuloy na pagdanak ng dugo mula sa inyong (ating) mga ilong. Pero meron pa rin yatang side effect eh. Sakali mang hindi tumulo ang dugo mula sa inyong mga ilong, maaari rin namang manggaling ito sa tenga, bibig at kung saan saan pa di ba? Basta ang sinigurado ko lang naman sa inyo, hindi na kayo mano-nosebleed, pero sa iba ewan ko na lang. Bahala na kayo dun, wala na akong kinalaman diyan, kaya huwag niyo akong sisihin ha?
At dahil Miyerkules na ngayon, walang pasok! Yeah! Pero wala rin akong dahilan para magpakasaya dahil may eksaminasyon kami sa Biyernes para sa asignaturang Chem 14 at kailangan kong mag-aral matapos kong i-lathala ang ginawa kong ito. Sa mga oras na ito ay ginagawa ko na rin ang unang burador (first draft) ng concept paper ko para naman sa Comm II. Nagmamadali na nga rin akong tapusin yung burador dahil nalalapit na rin ang deadline ng pagpapasa nito. Madaling araw pa lang, marami na akong nagagawa. Napakagaling ko talaga. (sumang-ayon ka na lang.) Nagagawa kong magsulat (magtype) ng post na ito habang may mga mas importanteng bagay rin akong ginagawa. Multitasking ang tawag diyan, pero ang iba sa inyo, tinatawag itong 'cramming.' Pero dahil nga magaling ako, ayokong gamitin ang salitang 'cram,' dahil negatibo ang magiging labas ko sa mga paningin ninyo. Magmumukha akong isang sobrang bum na estudyante at tamad mag aral o gumawa ng project [tinatapos sa kahuli-hulihang minuto], kaya naman mas gugustuhin ko kung tatawagin niyo na lamang akong isang 'multitasker' kaysa naman 'crammer.' Mas maganda pa pakinggan di ba? O, wag ka nang umangal. Wala ka nang magagawa.
Siguro naman ay nahalata mo [kung sino ka man na nagbabasa ngayon] nang sabaw na sabaw na ang utak ko matapos kong gawin ang post na ito ano? (Hint: tingnan mo kung anong oras na.) Kaya naman, sige mga mahal kong mambabasa. Dahil kailangan ko na kasing tapusin ang iba ko pang mga gawain. Dito na nagtatapos ang isang naaaaaaapaaaaaaakaaaaaaaa sabaw at walang kwentang blog entry. Panandalian nga lamang pala ang mga post na katulad nito, sapagkat naghahanda lang talaga ako para sa mga susunod pang kababata, este kabanata ng blog kong ito. Maaaring gumawa muli ako ng isa pang liham, o di kaya naman ay makabuo na rin ako ng isang maikling kwento. Istey tyund.
Labels: random thoughts, sabaw
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Cold gusts of wind were blowing everywhere, sending shivers down the spine of every person roaming outside. (I guess that would also include you, my dear reader.) The numbing of your whole body seems to render you incapable of doing anything at all, and that insatiable feeling of ecstasy continues to drown you in a huge ocean of air. You're on a high all of a sudden.
That cool and gentle breeze, it changed the atmosphere instantly: everything was never the same. The quietness of the day was shattered by the sudden slaps of the wind on the boughs and leaves, making them flutter and dance in mid-air, swirling around before falling helplessly in the cold ground.
After a long and tiring day, feeling the wind blow right in your face relaxes your mind. It sends you to yet another world, totally different from the realities of the world outside. Your soul sends a message, it wants to blend with the cool breeze, and leave your fatigued body behind. The wind invites you to rest, and simply throw everything away. It's like having an addiction. You're high with the wind.
That high feeling, as if you were floating in air, makes you 'fly' for a moment and leave your worries behind. Nothing can stop you now, it's only between you and the wind. It whispers something in your ear, something that calls to mind so tender, but heartwarming nonetheless. The wind lets you forget everything, making you numb inside out. The sensation that you feel, its incomparable to anything else. It's one of a kind.
Don't you just want everything to stay like this forever?
*(sorry for another lame post. i'll do better next time.)
That cool and gentle breeze, it changed the atmosphere instantly: everything was never the same. The quietness of the day was shattered by the sudden slaps of the wind on the boughs and leaves, making them flutter and dance in mid-air, swirling around before falling helplessly in the cold ground.
After a long and tiring day, feeling the wind blow right in your face relaxes your mind. It sends you to yet another world, totally different from the realities of the world outside. Your soul sends a message, it wants to blend with the cool breeze, and leave your fatigued body behind. The wind invites you to rest, and simply throw everything away. It's like having an addiction. You're high with the wind.
That high feeling, as if you were floating in air, makes you 'fly' for a moment and leave your worries behind. Nothing can stop you now, it's only between you and the wind. It whispers something in your ear, something that calls to mind so tender, but heartwarming nonetheless. The wind lets you forget everything, making you numb inside out. The sensation that you feel, its incomparable to anything else. It's one of a kind.
Don't you just want everything to stay like this forever?
*(sorry for another lame post. i'll do better next time.)
