I know.
It’s just that almost six months had passed since then so there’s no fuss about me remembering everything at all. C’mon! I’m not emotionally converged into that past auroras that should be in fact washed out from the roots down to the very tips of my hair (not to mention split ends). Haha! In either ways I am still attached not because I still have feelings, but it’s due to the fact that the most ravaged, atrocious and regretful memories inculcated and devoured me for quite some time before realization came within my senses. It doesn’t matter though, whether I had moved on or not because in the first place between these existing realities, I really had. So what’s the point of teasing me and constantly reminding me of the tempting oblivion of the past when deep inside my heart the dormant feelings are not grating for the desires of company anymore? Oh cut it out! It’ll never work this time and until the persisting future. “No-no”, I assure you. Did you get it?
Monday, November 16, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
K I t c h e n M u s I c
“Happy Halloween!” , my cousin said aloud as to break down the silence filtering every corner of the room, as quiet as the dead.
I remembered one incident back before the Halloween days are fast approaching. It was those times when everyone in my grandfather’s house were talking about my late uncle’s ghost roaming around and making noises in the kitchen during the wee hours of the night. At that time, it was just three months after his burial and almost all, even the neighbors, trusted friends and relatives found it ghastly to sleep overnight inside the house.
After my lolo and uncle died sequencingly, the house was believed to be haunted for the whole neighborhood. My mother and I never indulged ourselves into those things due to the fact that we had not yet seen or felt any unnatural sensation.
But one afternoon, I got so carried away by our I.C.T. prelim that I didn’t notice the time. It was all too late for me to find a vehicle for a safety ride home. I was feeling a bit edgy and I waited beside the commercial building, hoping against all odds that I will still see even a tiny speckle of a vehicle, but my hopes faltered because there was nothing to lurk along the empty lines of the road.
Moreover, I had no other choice to pick upon. There was a blackout at that moment so I decided to go to my lolo’s house and promised to myself to stay there for just one night. I will go home the day after and as early as possible. Besides, I had no other option.
So I was dragging my feet unto that so-called creepy house and when I stepped inside, it surely sent an eerie feeling climbing unto my bones. I have been to that house before, as a matter of fact, I grew up there. However, it seemed so strange and spooky. Anyway as I have said, I had no other option but to stay.
We were only three at that time – Uncle Tata, Manoy Owing and me. We divided the corners of the second floor. Since the house was rebuilt and refurnished in some manner after the death of my beloved lolo, there were only two big bedrooms left. My uncle pointed me to the largest one, near the stairs. Below that room, down to the first floor, was the kitchen where the rumored noises were heard. Uncle Tata made himself comfortable in the other room where my late lolo stayed when he was still alive; while Manoy Owing spread the “banig” and laid down some pillows and blanket to cover his body from the chilling coldness of the midnight breeze. He was overlooking at the veranda.
Considering the situation, I just left the door open and let the minute light of the single candle illumine the semi dark room. Instead of opening all the windows for fresh air, I close them all without even caring if the humidity inside the room will kill me. Before finally deciding to close my eyes, I spoke a small prayer pleading to God for a safe sleep.
Then it was all “ZzZZZZZzzzzz” – safe, sound and peaceful sleep possessed our bodies and mind, giving us a rightful rest at last, but not until 4:30 am approximately. I can’t help but be awaken by the disturbing and irritating noise coming from the kitchen. Kettles, ladles and pots were clanging, all contributing a sound. Curiosity aroused inside of me. It was like someone was cooking down beneath, as if preparing for a breakfast.
Who’s down there? Is it Manoy Owing? Is Manoy Owing cooking for breakfast? I got up and peered in to see Manoy Owing and to my great relief, I saw his blanket crumpled. He was not in his bed. I went back to my bed, unfortunately the sleep won’t come. Instead of forcing myself to sleep again, I made up my mind to go downstairs and help Manoy Owing. “Wouldn’t it be nice?” , I thought to myself while heading downstairs. The noise as it seemed to be, couldn’t be stopped. To me it was like an orchestra played by magnificent musicians but what I didn’t know was the terrifying truth.
As I moved my feet to the last step, I turned my head and peered in towards the kitchen. In an instant the noise faded. But I knew more, it abruptly vanished like a vigilant burglar. Why? Nervousness purged throughout my whole human anatomy, sending a chill to every veins and I could almost hear my heartbeat going faster per second, evidently racing towards every breath that I could catch from that eerie atmosphere, and causing me to become frantic.
I stood on that last step like a stone on an airless and windless dessert for while, as if waiting for something, someone to come and wake up my senses. The place could not deny it; neither was the time. Honestly speaking, I was afraid and scared from my head down to the soles of my feet. The hairs on my nape, arms and legs stood straight statically and I knew they were approaching me with a million goose bumps. To clarify all those, I continued to peek to the kitchen and to my great horror I saw darkness, blinding darkness. There was no light? How could someone mess up with the kitchen if the lights are not turned on for his/her aid and own purpose?
That was enough! Without hesitation or any doubt, I ran with fear, anger and claustrophobia, mixed homogeneously. I was racing both for my life and the devil’s soul. When I reached the second floor, I saw Manoy Owing lying unconsciously on the “banig”. It was just after that incident that I realized how wrong I was. I haven’t seen Manoy Owing lately because he was covered with a blanket all over his body and to make matters worst, his sleeping position was that of the fetus. He was just there all those times and he never went downstairs!
Coaxing myself with all the comforts that the blanket could offer, I tried to regain my usual heartbeat and the breathing I had lost for quite some time. I didn’t open either one of my eyelids and I prisoned myself in a sleep that won’t come though I had pleadingly invited for it to bound me in its spell.
Morning knocked up and lifted me in such a great salvation. Phew! Boy, was I so scared!
I remembered one incident back before the Halloween days are fast approaching. It was those times when everyone in my grandfather’s house were talking about my late uncle’s ghost roaming around and making noises in the kitchen during the wee hours of the night. At that time, it was just three months after his burial and almost all, even the neighbors, trusted friends and relatives found it ghastly to sleep overnight inside the house.
After my lolo and uncle died sequencingly, the house was believed to be haunted for the whole neighborhood. My mother and I never indulged ourselves into those things due to the fact that we had not yet seen or felt any unnatural sensation.
But one afternoon, I got so carried away by our I.C.T. prelim that I didn’t notice the time. It was all too late for me to find a vehicle for a safety ride home. I was feeling a bit edgy and I waited beside the commercial building, hoping against all odds that I will still see even a tiny speckle of a vehicle, but my hopes faltered because there was nothing to lurk along the empty lines of the road.
Moreover, I had no other choice to pick upon. There was a blackout at that moment so I decided to go to my lolo’s house and promised to myself to stay there for just one night. I will go home the day after and as early as possible. Besides, I had no other option.
So I was dragging my feet unto that so-called creepy house and when I stepped inside, it surely sent an eerie feeling climbing unto my bones. I have been to that house before, as a matter of fact, I grew up there. However, it seemed so strange and spooky. Anyway as I have said, I had no other option but to stay.
We were only three at that time – Uncle Tata, Manoy Owing and me. We divided the corners of the second floor. Since the house was rebuilt and refurnished in some manner after the death of my beloved lolo, there were only two big bedrooms left. My uncle pointed me to the largest one, near the stairs. Below that room, down to the first floor, was the kitchen where the rumored noises were heard. Uncle Tata made himself comfortable in the other room where my late lolo stayed when he was still alive; while Manoy Owing spread the “banig” and laid down some pillows and blanket to cover his body from the chilling coldness of the midnight breeze. He was overlooking at the veranda.
Considering the situation, I just left the door open and let the minute light of the single candle illumine the semi dark room. Instead of opening all the windows for fresh air, I close them all without even caring if the humidity inside the room will kill me. Before finally deciding to close my eyes, I spoke a small prayer pleading to God for a safe sleep.
Then it was all “ZzZZZZZzzzzz” – safe, sound and peaceful sleep possessed our bodies and mind, giving us a rightful rest at last, but not until 4:30 am approximately. I can’t help but be awaken by the disturbing and irritating noise coming from the kitchen. Kettles, ladles and pots were clanging, all contributing a sound. Curiosity aroused inside of me. It was like someone was cooking down beneath, as if preparing for a breakfast.
Who’s down there? Is it Manoy Owing? Is Manoy Owing cooking for breakfast? I got up and peered in to see Manoy Owing and to my great relief, I saw his blanket crumpled. He was not in his bed. I went back to my bed, unfortunately the sleep won’t come. Instead of forcing myself to sleep again, I made up my mind to go downstairs and help Manoy Owing. “Wouldn’t it be nice?” , I thought to myself while heading downstairs. The noise as it seemed to be, couldn’t be stopped. To me it was like an orchestra played by magnificent musicians but what I didn’t know was the terrifying truth.
As I moved my feet to the last step, I turned my head and peered in towards the kitchen. In an instant the noise faded. But I knew more, it abruptly vanished like a vigilant burglar. Why? Nervousness purged throughout my whole human anatomy, sending a chill to every veins and I could almost hear my heartbeat going faster per second, evidently racing towards every breath that I could catch from that eerie atmosphere, and causing me to become frantic.
I stood on that last step like a stone on an airless and windless dessert for while, as if waiting for something, someone to come and wake up my senses. The place could not deny it; neither was the time. Honestly speaking, I was afraid and scared from my head down to the soles of my feet. The hairs on my nape, arms and legs stood straight statically and I knew they were approaching me with a million goose bumps. To clarify all those, I continued to peek to the kitchen and to my great horror I saw darkness, blinding darkness. There was no light? How could someone mess up with the kitchen if the lights are not turned on for his/her aid and own purpose?
That was enough! Without hesitation or any doubt, I ran with fear, anger and claustrophobia, mixed homogeneously. I was racing both for my life and the devil’s soul. When I reached the second floor, I saw Manoy Owing lying unconsciously on the “banig”. It was just after that incident that I realized how wrong I was. I haven’t seen Manoy Owing lately because he was covered with a blanket all over his body and to make matters worst, his sleeping position was that of the fetus. He was just there all those times and he never went downstairs!
Coaxing myself with all the comforts that the blanket could offer, I tried to regain my usual heartbeat and the breathing I had lost for quite some time. I didn’t open either one of my eyelids and I prisoned myself in a sleep that won’t come though I had pleadingly invited for it to bound me in its spell.
Morning knocked up and lifted me in such a great salvation. Phew! Boy, was I so scared!
Fifteen
I admit it. I was surprised.
For me, it was just another pack of the usual ordinary day fully equipped with humors and gossips to be heard again from mouths of the most definitely proved chatterboxes inside the school campus. But hell ye, I was wrong!
Woosh! The gleaming sunlight hit my face and I decided to quickly open the slits of my eyes, acting as if I had been awoken from a very bad nightmare. The warm morning sun rays penetrated unto my skin like a rushing fire. Still in some kind of unconsciousness, I stretched my hands upward and faintly shouted “Praise the Lord!”
I raised my pillow only to find my phone bombarded with messages and is still constantly ringing in its topmost breath. Now, I wonder what my textmates are up to this early. Irritatingly, I checked my inbox and opened Lyka’s message, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY GARD!”. Sweet nibblits! Was I just frantic or busy these days that I have inconsolably forgotten my birthday? I hurriedly replied a simple thank you.
Thinking that was my special day, I went off to school wearing a big smile on my face. As I pushed my way forward our classroom, I smiled at Rhea and Edilou and in return they just smiled back at me as if not knowing what this day was. Well, I just sat there chatting along with the two of them while waiting for the others. We talked alright but when my other classmates came, I was squeezed in the middle of the crowd because of their hugs and greetings. Isn’t it sweet?
The early morning passed and recess time came. As I turned around from a conversation with K.C., Jumong and May-May, I saw Apple waving at me almost giving me a sign to come down to her. When I approached her, she gave me box and told me that it was a gift from her and J.R. happily thanking Apple, I detached the cellophane that covered the box. And there it was, a blue tee with a cute graphical design and a letter from Apple. Oh Apple! She never really forgets my birthday. I got another gift from my family the day after and it was beautiful.
In the end of the day, I thanked everybody for such a lovely Thursday. I’m fifteen already! (laughs) [^_^]
For me, it was just another pack of the usual ordinary day fully equipped with humors and gossips to be heard again from mouths of the most definitely proved chatterboxes inside the school campus. But hell ye, I was wrong!
Woosh! The gleaming sunlight hit my face and I decided to quickly open the slits of my eyes, acting as if I had been awoken from a very bad nightmare. The warm morning sun rays penetrated unto my skin like a rushing fire. Still in some kind of unconsciousness, I stretched my hands upward and faintly shouted “Praise the Lord!”
I raised my pillow only to find my phone bombarded with messages and is still constantly ringing in its topmost breath. Now, I wonder what my textmates are up to this early. Irritatingly, I checked my inbox and opened Lyka’s message, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY GARD!”. Sweet nibblits! Was I just frantic or busy these days that I have inconsolably forgotten my birthday? I hurriedly replied a simple thank you.
Thinking that was my special day, I went off to school wearing a big smile on my face. As I pushed my way forward our classroom, I smiled at Rhea and Edilou and in return they just smiled back at me as if not knowing what this day was. Well, I just sat there chatting along with the two of them while waiting for the others. We talked alright but when my other classmates came, I was squeezed in the middle of the crowd because of their hugs and greetings. Isn’t it sweet?
The early morning passed and recess time came. As I turned around from a conversation with K.C., Jumong and May-May, I saw Apple waving at me almost giving me a sign to come down to her. When I approached her, she gave me box and told me that it was a gift from her and J.R. happily thanking Apple, I detached the cellophane that covered the box. And there it was, a blue tee with a cute graphical design and a letter from Apple. Oh Apple! She never really forgets my birthday. I got another gift from my family the day after and it was beautiful.
In the end of the day, I thanked everybody for such a lovely Thursday. I’m fifteen already! (laughs) [^_^]
Saturday, October 31, 2009
The Government: To Blame or Not To Blame
The poverty and hunger issue have taken its claim unto the highest risk for our country’s concern. In fact, because of the quick and huge damage it gives-off many of us look out for those who are to be blamed for its cause. The primary accused matter is our government. We keep on pointing our fingers to their faces but do we really know the story behind this?
Contrary to the usual judgment of the mob, the government does not really deserve these of accusations for there are efforts and sacrifices given by their own subjects in order to liven up the sanctuary of our own country. Not all government officials or even politicians are deceitful and cheaters. That puts us up to a summary that we cannot stereotype all of their kind only into one value, especially the negative ones.
In order to succeed beyond the miserable chain of poverty and aches of hunger, we will need cooperation and unity. Trust in our leaders is an essential component for the realization of these two units. Instead of murmuring and chattering around the corner, we can leave these rebellious acts and start making a change for our country, our countrymen and for ourselves.
Therefore, they should not be blamed with this because in realty it is the whole country’s dilemma, meaning all are affected, including the government. We cannot escape hunger and poverty if we will just be the antagonist of every government actions, opposing against their ideas every time and not identifying whether it’s for the good or for the bad of the nation. We should let them carry all the burdens on their shoulders because they are also the victims of these, though in some manner and sense. We are a nation, not enemies.
(this is my article for our schoolpaper..hope this would leave a message to everyone)
Contrary to the usual judgment of the mob, the government does not really deserve these of accusations for there are efforts and sacrifices given by their own subjects in order to liven up the sanctuary of our own country. Not all government officials or even politicians are deceitful and cheaters. That puts us up to a summary that we cannot stereotype all of their kind only into one value, especially the negative ones.
In order to succeed beyond the miserable chain of poverty and aches of hunger, we will need cooperation and unity. Trust in our leaders is an essential component for the realization of these two units. Instead of murmuring and chattering around the corner, we can leave these rebellious acts and start making a change for our country, our countrymen and for ourselves.
Therefore, they should not be blamed with this because in realty it is the whole country’s dilemma, meaning all are affected, including the government. We cannot escape hunger and poverty if we will just be the antagonist of every government actions, opposing against their ideas every time and not identifying whether it’s for the good or for the bad of the nation. We should let them carry all the burdens on their shoulders because they are also the victims of these, though in some manner and sense. We are a nation, not enemies.
(this is my article for our schoolpaper..hope this would leave a message to everyone)
Sunday, October 25, 2009
No Semestral Break at All?
What?! We were totally shocked upon hearing this unexpected decision from some certain authorities. Our cheerful and vigorous faces suddenly turned faint and lifeless, similar with our reaction with the victory ball of our Intramurals.
Rose Nyll broke the news in front of us, “Way raba sem break. Nangutana si mama kay Ma’am Boris. Amo jaun ija reply.” I then became deaf. I asked her on how it could happen and for some reasons-why?
We were so prepared for the sem break and we instilled in our minds that after the 2nd periodical examination rest will follow. But our plans were shattered right unto the ground where we had laid our feet. In particular, I felt like I had been imprisoned inside a cage- restless and weak. It seems like our freedom were taken off by some kind of strangers lurking behind our backs.
Guitar lessons, film showing, book hopping and late-night unlimited calling were all wiped out mercilessly. I was so frantic about it that I could smash a wooden chair at that time. However, we can do nothing, nothing at all. The decision of the authority must prevail above anything else.
So here we are again on our usual regular classes, not to mention that while our tired bodies are suck in our racking armchairs, our uninterested minds are flying away with our imaginations. It seems like this is all that we can do now to enjoy our supposed-to-be semestral break. I guess it isn’t bad after all ( the imagination I mean, not the sem break).
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