Over and Over
And I keep saying over and over and over and over again
Let it rain, let it rain
Over and over and over and over again
Let it rain, let it rain
Maggi Mysabaw
On the corner of Farmers Market, people were buzzing around a pile of boxes and what it seemed was a woman being trampled upon. As I walked by, a promo girl shoved a pack of folded yellow cardboard. Opening the thing, I knew it was for moms. There were seven Maggi Mysabaw sachets tucked neatly inside.
Goldilocks Polvoron Classic
I bought a pack of polvoron from Goldilocks so it wouldn’t be embarrassing buying just two sticks of candles.
My first encounter with their polvoron was when my grandmother visited us and she brought it as pasalubong. It was in 1996, I guess. Since then, I always liked the taste.
We Feel Like Your Upper Lip
I pack my bag and lock the door. Behind me will always be an aftereffect of typhoon; a merrymaking that only happens here.
This time, the carpet of Plumeria lies there undisturbed. They will be swept away later on. And so will I.
Nike Free 5.0 v4
Barefoot training? We will see.
I have been to several running events using my Nike Tiempo Natural II IC – which is for soccer – and I bought these for recreational basketball. These are not the best shoes for running and basketball but they served the purpose of not having me wear the Forrest Gump Nike shoes.
Casio F-91W
From left to right: Casio MQ-27, Casio LQ-27W, and Casio F-91W.
Those 1 bazillion-lap Timex Ironman watches were too expensive so I bought this oldtime Casio F-91W.
Monday Morning
What a day to be alive
What a day to realize I’m not dead
What a day to save a dime
What a day to die trying
- What a Day by Greg Laswell
Shadow Cast
I grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge and smashed it onto my head. The scalp was begging for some hard massage. The carton box flung as I punched it, hoping to drill a hole through and through. Two thuds from my left and right foot rung the entire second floor. There was no shadow in the room; early afternoon shadowboxing with the plywood door. I wanted to hit myself in the mirror – right in the kisser.
Looking Glass
Rannie Taxi, 9:50 AM – I was running late as usual. The weather was almost humid; hotter than the other days.
Golden Cup
Come, let me sing into your ear
Those dancing days are gone
All that silk and satin gear
Crouch upon a stone
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag
Let the Sunshine
A dream of togetherness
Turned into a brighter mess
A faint sign, my spoken best
Now, now
Make way for the simple hours
No finding the time, it’s ours
A fate or it’s a desire
I know
Another Night
Disregarding the fact that it is my cousin’s birthday, I remember how we once celebrated All Saints’ Day. Grandma dangled all the doorknobs in my auntie’s house with rosaries. It kept all the spirits from entering the rooms, she said. She offered food for the departed. A sole plate full of the same birthday meal caught my eye. I asked mom if I could take a pinch off that lechon. No.
Coming Home
First day of November, All Saints’ Day. It is mandatory to come home. There is a family reunion whether you’re alive or not. And the carnival – who would want to miss the awesome carnival in the evening?
I hitched from Quezon City to Cavite City in my brother’s car. With the booze from last night still kicking in, I snapped away even with the glass window coating in between the camera and the moving world.
Take Your Lucky Break
Too many people going underground Continue
Too many reaching for a piece of cake
Too many people pulled and pushed around
Too many waiting for that lucky break
Life in Mist
She dresses for the weather.
The canopy of clouds only depicts immaturity. She is sure – it is a lonely picture if she were to frame the world outside.
As she opens the door from the darkness of her room, the mood settles. She remembers her mother pinning clothes fresh from washing.
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Cheesecake, Beefcake, and Dear Old Clara
I caught her taking a swig out of the orange juice tetra pack. There was a steady stream about her cheek.
A clownish commotion in the living room was taking the spotlight. That was where I left Cheesecake and Beefcake. They were the cheeky aunties of dear old Clara. You noticed her when she came in just right after me, didn’t you? There were bright drip-drops on her fleece-white polo shirt.
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Yesterday’s Silence
I was locked to read your eyes like an old Latin prayer book. Only the punctuations I had understood; and the blessing of your apparition. Only this pillow set us apart like a mountain that bid only signals to commune; but I was able to caress your hand.
How time crawled. The day brightened, it shed. We were still, unmoving position of mind game dancing. You were the only one playing.
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Lor – Jareta Nuptial
I was invited by my friend, Catherine, to be on the “look-out” on her wedding day. She did not care whether I set my camera to black and white all the while. “Just do what you do,” she said.