They say we’re bestfriends. But they touch…boy, do they touch!
It’s that time of the school year when students are obliged to “assess” their professors for the semester that is about to close. As much as Carine wanted to say bad things, diss, and look for something that contributes to a professor’s ruination, say, for the sake of attention, noise-making, talk, criticism, and childish fun, she could’nt conjure up anything of the destructive kind – nothing of the harmful vein. It wouldn’t be fair, you see. Even with a sometimes careless and imprudent heart with pessimistic inclinations, Carine upholds that truth is truth; facts are facts. What is obvious is clear... and what not.
I like the name Ross – Ross for a guy. I would consider naming my baby Ross if he turns out to be a dude. I like Ross in FRIENDS. There is so much personality and animation in the name Ross.
One ripe afternoon, two college girls sat on the steps of the stairs that skirted out of a great hall. One seemed haphazardly flung, almost in a sunbathing manner. Her head tilted upward, towards the sun – as if absorbing solar power. Confidence emanated from her manner –the one who was the taller of the two.
The shorter girl kept more to herself, it seemed. Her palms were wedged in the space pressed between the back of the thighs and the calves – a curious folded position that almost mimics that of a fetus. Clearly, what sprang forth from her was an impression of subjugation and reserve.
The taller girl suddenly hoisted herself up and faced the shorter one. She was bent on saying something – a confession?… an idea?… an unveiling?More
I remember him now – that guy on TV, the one who landed third place in Hear Ye, Theatre Calls. I can’t believe he lost to farmer boy, Venoit… but it is expected; Venoit performed better – best, I mean. The battle of a talent attuned to popular taste versus skill and expertise harnessed by training and theoretical knowledge.More
The heat stifled me, so I went to sleep. No one expects rain in this kind of summer heat; it is too hot to welcome rain.
I tossed and turned. I’d feel sticky if I remained in one position. The man beside me snores and moans, snores and complains. I don’t blame him. Men are meant to generate heat.More
On TV, Elemento runs. Scenes of children in uniform running and playing. I’m taken back to my childhood, when I was in my elementary school uniform – running and playing and having fun like the boys on TV.
The kid I’m watching is swapped with an Elemento. I’m not sure how that happens, but as far as I know, when an elemento is involved, there’s a swapping… of “elements”, so to speak.
“Okay. Next. Let’s listen to your position, Miss Evergreen. Step on the riser and begin…” instructed Miss Hally.
“Ahem- ahem!” Cara paused for twenty seconds for a pensive effect. She looked at each of her classmates’ foreheads – the area close to where eyebrows furrow. After a lungful of breath intake, stated:More
It’s a Friday. Papa finally arrived from Hawaii. It’s just nice a feeling to have him back home. It’s as if we lost him for a long, long time.More
“I just could not,” was my laconic reply to Papa when he asked me years ago, why I didn’t tell on Mrs. B*****. “I would’ve had a word with her,” he asserted.
Her voice is like the sound of the Flute – velvety smooth, warm, and full, like one glass of fresh creamy milk.
The Night Reader used to have tons of music books – some photocopied; some original. Some were hard-bound; some were loose papers stockpiled. She used to read every night before she went to sleep and sometimes, I didn’t know the hour she actually slept because I have fallen asleep sooner.
I loved observing her when she read her many books. I told myself hitherto that I was going to be like her – a reader – a voracious reader.
“It makes you smart – reading, that is,” she said. “You will gain something that others will never have.” I did not know hitherto what that “something” was, but I promised that I will read nonetheless.
Then one day, she just stopped reading. When she had received her graduate diploma and her Sablay from the University of the Philippines-Diliman, she stopped reading. She no longer sat for hours and hours just reading as it was her wont. Perhaps she found what she was looking for from those pages? …or maybe she quit her seemingly pointless pursuits.
I don’t know.
I never asked.
I merely watched her from a certain distance.
As for her books, they are now shelved at the topmost part of a storage cabinet – all covered in dust. I might never reach them since I am only yea high.
I may remember to ask her tomorrow or the next day, but for now I’m one to open her own book.
Unopened boxes are mysteries. At least to me, they are. There is a promise waiting inside – a promise of happiness or disappointment. It’s like magic waiting to happen… waiting for the proper revelation. The right person opens boxes; I am one of the right persons.More
I had the best notebooks in the world. My eight-year-old eyes could attest to that. They were filled with stories of my childhood – stories that are real and stories that are made-up.More
I believe it is sometimes easy for other people from other homelands to bully a Filipino.More
I never get bored. I don’t get bored even if I try to get bored. How do you get bored if your brain is still working? Can’t you imagine and think, at least?
Mommy Finger, Mommy Finger,
Where are you?
Here I am, here I am.
How do you do?”More
Something happened to Resorts World Manila. She did not know what that was – Cerese, who stays at home and has two windows to the world – the television and the internet.More
Prologue: What I Do On Our Anniversary
What do husbands and wives do on their anniversary? Do they kiss? Date? Eat? Go on vacation? Make love…?More
I wish I were an athlete, so I could have that scholarship.More
I wasn’t able to write in my journal last night. I was preoccupied with schoolwork. I was unstoppable; I had to finish certain things before the day ended. I locked the door to my room, so roommate Sleep could not enter. More
She’s not in a state of stress right now. She’s not intimidated at all by the sudden bestowing of serious responsibilitiesMore
The car is sleek. It’s shiny and it’s black. He is eyeing it for months now – Lorenzo Saev, that’s who. He said he is going to trade the one he currently has for that sleek one.
“I need more space. I need a bigger build,” he said.
“What for?” she asked. “Don’t you like the small car we bought together?” Roonie Saev was curious. He just bought the smaller car last month… now he wants a bigger car? Why the sudden change of heart?
Lorenzo was determined to trade the small car for the bigger car he was eyeing for months. And when he finally did…
“I’m gonna take it for a spin,” he said to Leticia with the dark eye shadow and red lipstick. “Wanna come with me?”
“Of course,” Leticia replied. She was flattered. “What about your wife, though? Shouldn’t she be the first to sit on the passenger seat?”
“Nah. She’ll have her time. For now, let us go.”
But Roonie never had that chance to ride in the sleek black car or to sit on the passenger seat. She wasn’t the first to smell new leather because Roonie’s heart failed her when she saw her Lorenzo with another woman in the passenger seat.
It was in the hour of half past ten in the evening when Crystal finally decided to stop moving and stop doing something. A lot happened all throughout the day, but she doesn’t recall a moment of resting or a brief time-out.More
Grocery Shopping with a Grouchy Little Sister
She did it again. My sister, I mean. After recently burying a misunderstanding with me, another one at its worst emerges from the ashes. Should I adjust again? Should I just concede and compromise because I’m older and because I’m supposed to be the “wiser” one?More
Brownies and a Soliloquy
She had a bite of those mouth-watering brownies they usually serve in parties. “Where did you get these?” she asked. Then, she took an even bigger bite, “Did you make these?”More
A Guy Whom His Parents Nudged
I remember reading 12:40 on the clock. It was a high afternoon. I felt invigorated after a power nap. It was an hour after the church service ended.
That Sunday morning, the mood had been “okay” despite my expectations of grogginess and listlessness, since I stayed up late the night before. I wondered why my lack of sleep didn’t show on my face and I wondered why I still had energy…More
Textmates from Afar
I didn’t know that missing a special someone stresses one out. Ced told me that he is busy reviewing and studying for his midterms and I chose to believe him – no matter the distance.More
An Apprentice’s Pride
Marquis is my father’s apprentice/protégé/acolyte… I am not sure what he’s called, really. He’s a student and he is younger; he learns from my father. I don’t know how he learns – through observation and conversation, I guess.More
A Little Hulk of a Brother
My brother and I finally talked about something sensible after that serious disagreement we had a couple of days ago. I realize now that he sure is not forgiving; he is ruthless! His pride rises to major heights and I am secretly frightened. He is terror in a 4-feet-vessel.More
It’s 12:32 in the morning. It’s still early. I should still be sleeping, but there are thoughts that occupy my mind; they linger. I’m overwhelmed by a lot of things and this worries me.More
Every time he spent his days and nights in somebody else’s house, Luji couldn’t bite.