When I saw my food, I was kind of surprised to see that the burger had a knife stuck to it. Guess they’re assuring me that the meat is dead. Thanks but I don’t think stabbing is needed.
The varying penmanship, the blocky prints and wriggling cursive, all with their own depth and force completed by ink, lead, or colorful wax. The rough and simple illustrations that recall kindergarten efforts. Words vainly covered by liquid erasers.
Fighting the water has left me tired. Many times, I would rather that the current take me wherever. But I know where I want to go, where I have to be.
I remember you and I
We were standing still in time
As we watched the starlight shining bright
We dream of forever
We’ll be together
I remember December time
As much as I loved to have Gizmo from Gremlins for company, he had to stay within the glass walls. So it was just Ted who sat with us at our table.
While I am sure that I also bought it to be used for an English class, I forget which class. Although I do remember sharing the book with classmates who smiled and laughed while they read the book, specially during those moments when there was a lull in the discussion.
Anvil Publishing Inc. is a local publisher that has been producing books since 1990. They have close ties to National Bookstore Inc., the largest bookstore and office supplies chain in the country. Anvil is the creator of a number of the textbooks that my schools used. Besides the almost 2,000 (and counting) titles they have, they also have gained the title of “Publisher of the Year” eleven times from the Manila Critics Circle.
My eyes darted across the whole room. Because it was practically empty, I had a better look at their décor. Empty bottles lined a partition; some hung from the mobile that surrounded lighting fixtures, distracting me from the exposed ceiling. Framed photographs and epigrams, menu specials, and album posters dotted the walls.
I invoked my inner Ebisu, the god of fortune, from the anime Noragami Aragoto and asked for Hamburg Steak. While I may not be a great lover of onions, I found it pleasant that they were included in that hefty patty drizzled with savory sauce. I’ve had Hamburg steaks before but nothing similar to that. I think Ebisu would like this version, even if it’s not from the Olive Tavern.
When I was still in college, one of the classes I took was Children’s Literature. Of course, the usual fare for discussion were mostly rhymes, lullabies, riddles, limericks, and fairy tales—literature meant to induce stupor and fantasy in children. Even then, I believed that Never Land has more than one shadow and that Wonderland has a crypt where they pile headless corpses.
Upon entering the church, I expected to see a mass being conducted. But only the first 10 pews were occupied. It didn’t seem like a private event because other people – even groups and families who were not part of the ceremony – came inside and sat themselves at the back of the church, like I did.
While standing in the middle of the crypt, looking at end to end, I frustratingly searched for signs of the legendary tunnel that led to a church in the province. But the dim lights left me guessing.