A number of those moments would have never happened if I was not with friends. I am eternally grateful for having them in my life. As for those private moments especially those spent with a book, I am thankful I found and bought them or someone gave them to me.
Christmas Tree
Drifting like the ocean
Daydreams dancing in the wind
Sand is sticking to our bodies
Just like sugar on our skin
The day is getting older
Oh, but we are still so young
Higher than the stars above
And faded like the sun
Super Food at a Super Café?
The interiors of the restaurant are where recognizable facades, haunts, and structures featured in the comics, TV shows, and movies collided. Almost every corner and booth has a face or costume people would recognize.
Be Human
Verna Aardema’s “Why Mosquitoes Buzz in People’s Ears” left me questions: did the mosquito lie to the iguana? Or was the mosquito mistaken about what he saw the farmer was digging up? Or was it joke that was unclear or unfinished? Don’t get me wrong. I dislike mosquitoes for obvious reasons. But the story made me pity the poor creature.
El Casa
We entered through the puerta principal, the large red wooden door. It leads to the zaguan, the passageway of visitors and carruajes and calesas, which in turn ended in the patio, a beautiful space punctuated with flowering plants. The fountain in the middle of the patio served as the roundabout for the carriages. There is also the caballariza, the garage secured by arched bricks where the caruaje is parked.
A Way to Speak
I wrote something on a wall. I am one of the many who experienced inconvenience at the hands of someone I never thought would make me go through it. Breaking the silence and the inconvenience was difficult. It took me a long while before I could speak about it. My friends were surprised at the truth in my silence.
Slide
I was given something I cannot hide
Now I hold too much to get back in my flow
But still, I try to blend in the crowd
As a stranger, I might easier get by
For I’m not fit to put my ventures on the line
A Difference Now
Pam and I—predictably—ordered dessert. And we had the same: Panna Cotta with Strawberry. Every spoonful, we laughed louder and harder. The sugar was surely getting to us.
Because of the Title
I am one of the many in the metro who commute five days a weeks, twice in a day. I have ridden jeeps, pedicabs, tricycles, buses, trains, calesas, and even the ferry on Pasig River, as well as taxis. There are only few vehicles in the metro I have not boarded, the kuliglig, the padyak on the PNR tracks, and the PNR train—the last one, I’ve made a number of attempts but never get to.
The Private Pool
It’s said that, years before the people introduced fishing pens into the area, the waters used to be as clear as crystal. It was even potable. It’s this little piece of information that made me see Tadlac Lake so differently: no algae, no houses or resort around it, no straining the eyes to see the bottom of the lake.
Inside a Dream
It’s the way that the clouds turn pink
From the day, the night turns quick
And the skyline meets the night sky
Savoring Every Spoonful
My meal arrived warm. And as always, it did not disappoint. It was so good that I wanted it to last for as long it could. But I was too famished to make that happen. I still savored every spoonful. It was a clean blue plate.
like reading on trains 