Monday, November 21

URGENT

Last Friday, November 18, 2005 at about 9 in the morning, the house of our batchmate Cezhel Nonilon "Chitty" G. Cortes's house burned down to the ground. Everything was left in ashes. Up until now they've set up a camp (i think) in the area. So if you feel that the Lord has touched your heart to help them in any way you can ... you may go there directly ... your visit will be appreciated by the family as well. Anyway, you may bring food, clothes, towels, blankets, or kung ano man na sa tingin mo ay magagamit nila. It's really emotionally devastating. Tototoo yung kasabihang:"manakawan ka na ng sampung beses huwag ka lang masunugan".

By the way, their house is located @ Area 1 in UP Campus. Beside the Lesaca's residense or near Nadia David's house. If you still find it hard to locate them you may contact her na lang at this number 09189096902.

Ang Panginoon ang bahalang magbalik ng pagpapala sa iyo.God bless.

-joan
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Wednesday, November 16

A Story (Part 2)

Indeed, a bomb exploded, but I believe it did right inside my heart. It blew my mind flying into smithereens. Gigapascals of powerful shockwave pounded my chest. My throat was blocked. I can feel the heat melting my body into tiny droplets of sweat.

“Huuuyyy, bat natulala ka diyan?” I can see her waving her hands.

It is definitely her. Am I dreaming? No, I am not, coz if I am then I could have easily answered back. But I feel as though I swallowed my tongue. I have to speak a word, I must say something!

“O-Ok ka lang? Me sakit ka ba?” she said with all sincerity while putting her hand on my forehead.

Yes I am sick. I am damn lovesick with you. I drive myself crazy thinking of you. And you are killing me softly right now with your touch. And before you go on doing that, I need to tell you something first.

“Ha? Ahahaha. Ok lang ako. Ala, nagulat lang ako. Ehehehe” I answered while scratching my stupid head. I tried to show I’m ok although one can’t deny that I look like a zombie resurrected.

I stood up and fixed myself.

“Ganun ba? Pinagpapawisan ka kasi e, e ang lamig lamig na nga.” she replied. We are already climbing the stairs.

Only then did I notice that the sun that I have been cursing a while ago has disappeared among the clouds. Now, the sky is completely covered by those white puffs of water mist.

“Ano ba nangyayari sa iyo? Ah, kaw ha, sinong iniisip mo?” she teased.

‘Langya, sino pa daw ba? Don’t you know that you are the only one that’s been on my mind since the day you showed me what on earth this love thing is? You have completely conquered this system of jumbled thoughts. Ikaw, ikaw lamang walang iba.

“W-Wala, mangintriga pa raw ba!” Damn, what the hell is coming out of my mouth?

“Hala…ayaw sagutin! Daya, Hmmp!” she turned her head like a sulking kid.

Ah, don’t you know you’re the cutest when you’re doing that? The way you throw tantrums like a child makes me love you more each day…

”Hmmm…sige na nga, di na kita kulitin. Hehe.” she said while flashing a smile.

…and that smile! That is the smile that launched thousands of my sanity away from me. That beautiful, radiant killer smile that… that… oh, I don’t know what to say.

“Teka me idadaan lang ako sa kaibigan ko ha, pwede? Tapos uwi na tayo.” she said while smiling.

Basta ikaw nanginginig pa! Haha, anytime my dear. ‘Langya, everyday we go home together but still I can’t tell you directly that I will do anything for you.

“Ok, ikaw pa, lakas ka sa akin e!” Yes, finally, some words from me!

Silence.

We passed by the Wilfredo Ma. Guerrero Theater. I heard some girls talking.

“Hoy sis, anong regalo mo sa akin?” asked a girl in white. “Secret! Pero promise, magugustuhan mo yun! Me personalized letter pa yun.” replied the girl in orange.

Gift. Letter.

I can’t help but smile each time I think about that very night when I realized who is this insomnia-carrying virus that prevents me from getting any sleep at night. I wrote my very first love letter that night. I remember exactly what I wrote in that letter.


to be continued

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Friday, November 11

A Story (Part 1)

*story sent by email ... presumably posted in a PEYUPS forum in 2003*

It is already late in the afternoon. The mighty sun is still shining brightly up in that cloudless blue canvas, as if telling everyone he’s still there. I can feel the blazing heat penetrating my clothes, and searing my whole body. I slipped my hand inside my pants and pulled out a kerchief. I wiped the tiny globules of liquid heat off my forehead and off my nape.
It is the hottest summer of my life.

How many weeks have it been? Yes, four long tedious weeks and finally, our braindrain calculus class is coming to its end. Two more hours of final exam and I can finally rest my weary mind and body. Although I have already resigned my fate of getting a singko, or if lucky, a tres, I am not that eager to welcome the rainy season with a splash. No, not yet. Not now when I still have something more important to finish…

My handkerchief is already soaking wet in my own sweat. I searched for my pocket, but then I realize that I didn’t bring an extra one. I decided to get up and move to a shadier and cooler part of the hall. As I stand up, I notice that it is not that bright outside unlike some few minutes ago. It seems that the great ball of fire has gone hiding behind the newly formed clouds.

“Buti naman at medyo kumulimlim na. ‘Tangna mamamatay na ko sa init e.” I said to myself.

I sat down again in a much cooler spot. Then a friend passed by and greeted me. “Kanina ka pa rito a!” he uttered.

I just smiled. Yes, he is right. If I’m not mistaken he had passed me by for the nth time already. Ah, how long have I been sitting here? I looked at the clock near the stairs. Fifteen minutes past one o’clock.

Two hours and ten minutes.

I have been sitting my cute little butt here for two hours! Asteg! I can’t picture myself sitting idly in this tiny corner of AS lobby. Now that’s persistence. Or… is it hopelessness?

Damn, am I really that pathetic? Yeah, I remember. I am here because I am waiting for her. But I believe I have seen all the types of faces God can ever think, chinitas, rockers, punks, tisoys, aesthetically-challenged, you name it, but still, not even a shadow of hers appeared. I have been watching all those people go to and fro this whole Palma Hall but I didn’t see her. I have gone to a point when every time a girl passes by, I can see her face popping out of that girl’s head.

Look at what summer heat can do to me.

“Ah, basta, kelangang magkita kami ngayong araw na to.” I told myself.

With a new fresh boost of optimism (or fighting-spirit), I took a deep breath and prepared myself for yet another uncertain move. “Bahala na nga!”

I looked across the lobby. Then at the stairs. Then at the end of the hall. And at the other end. I did this a couple more times. Oh God, what am I doing?

“Lord, tulungan mo ko ngayong araw na to. Please, promise magsisimba na ako tuwing Linggo pag tinulungan mo ako ngayon. Sana dumating siya. Please, please…” I prayed, complete with bowed head, closed eyes and clasped hands.

“Hoy pare, anong ginagawa mo diyan?”

“Ahahay, nabuhayhay!” I almost screamed. I thought a bomb exploded right inside the AS. I turned to the direction where the voice came from.

It was her!

(to be continued)

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