II.

Our last meet-up was last eight (8) weeks ago at exactly 3:05 a.m.
We had a very abrupt time together. Since then, I’ve been experiencing difficulty in catching my dream.
God knew how I prayed and wished to have longer hours with her. Until last night, when I thought I was able to meet her again.

I saw her standing near the valley. I was afraid with her position. Immediately, I ran after her. I called her name. She did not respond nor give a look. I whispered her name again but this time I made sure that my breath touched her ears. I closed my eyes as I embraced her. I was surprised that she did not do anything.

I let it for a moment.
I so missed her.
I spent this time as if this would be the last.
She sobbed.
The sounds of her cry were like knives pushing through my chest.

“Why?” I asked.

“I am so tired. I’ve been here for almost two (2) summers ago.”

Though confused, I did not open my eyes.
I counted the days when we last met.
I tried to remember the “summer” term’s meaning.

Summer means years.

“I almost lost my hope of seeing you again. I thought the perfect match was not perfect at all. Gabriel, I am so tired with this set up. I almost killed by solitude. ”

Shocked, I snappishly took my arms.

“WHO ARE YOU?”

Both of us were stunned.



***to be continued.

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The Dream Catcher

3:05 a.m.

I had been waiting for almost two and a half hour. I already counted all the fallen leaves, which were disintegrated over a small period of time. I never had the hard time in seeing those leaves. The brightest rays radiated from the moon made things visible. I used to wait here to see her and for almost three weeks now, she never failed me.

I remember one time when I came late. I expected that she would be very disappointed and inquisitive, but to my surprise she never asked any explanation from me. My funny reaction was to explain everything, even though no single question came from her. I even blamed my brother, who caused my late arrival. Yes. He was the one who made me late for our meet up. I also mentioned my father's name as one of the culprits, and even the names of my neighbors whose past time was throwing plates and saucers at night. Poor people. I blamed them for my negligence.

As I mentioned the different names of these people, she put her forefinger between my lips.
She smiled and said, "You don't need to explain everything and anything. I understand things."

It was a jaw breaker. I didn't even know what to say.
The feeling was like somebody had slapped me in an instant.

For a moment, there was a deafening sound of silence.
I was shy to speak again. I just looked at her eyes, and indeed i realized that it was a pair of beautiful creation.
I didn't know what to say and how to start our conversation. It was not because I was ashamed of what I did, but I felt contended seeing her. For me, no conversation was needed. I was already pleased to see her.
  

 "How does it feel to be here? Have you had any difficulty?" She said as a silent moment breaker.

"Not that much. Though, I couldn't easily find way to catch up my last dream."

She smiled. "If that's the case, what do you usually do?"

I stopped for a moment. I tried to remember the I things I did before I sleep, then I pronounced the most valuable.
"I just prayed."

She smiled again, and then she looked at the fog that surrounded us.
"How good he has been to you. If he really exists I'd like also to ask him to spare us more time together."

"He really do exists. If not, I wont be here. We wont be meeting for the nth time." I uttered.

She paused for a while.
"If he really does, why he cant answer my request."

I didn't know what to say. I held her hands. I didnt utter anything. I just let her feel my presence.
We knew that time for both of us swiftly passed by.

We saw the bench under the tree and sat there.
She laid her head on my shoulder. It was a moment. A wonderful moment.
I couldn't ask anything with this scenario. It was heaven for me.

"Adrian, please don't be tired visiting me." It was a heart-warming request.

I smiled. I kissed her hand then I answered ,"of course, I wont."

"Thank you."

I saw her tears rolled down.
The time was so swift. I saw everything surrounded us little by little faded-out.
I embraced her so tight as I pronounced my love to her.

I was afraid like what I usually felt in every sudden departure we had.
I was afraid not to be able to come back.
To see her. To be with her.

Though I always prayed to catch the same dream, I was still afraid to fail.





***to be continued.




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kung hindi kita mahal
bakit nga ba ganito?
kung hindi ito pag-ibig
bakit tila magulo?

kung ang tunay na ligaya
sa pag-ibig makikita
bakit bawat araw ay mapait?
bakit tuwing ngingiti ay masakit?

kung ang puso nga ay di nakadarama
bakit bawat pagpintig ay siya ring pagluha?
kung ang utak kayang diktahan ang puso
bakit ang pag-ibig ko alay pa din sayo?

bakit nga ba sa tamang oras
ngunit sa maling pagkakataon?
bakit nga ba sa tamang tao
ngunit sa maling panahon?

kung hindi kita iniibig
bakit kay sakit ng nadarama?
kung hindi kita mahal
bakit ako nasasaktan?

kung kaya kitang kalimutan
paano nga ba gagawin?
kung kaya kang talikuran
tanggap na rin ba ang kamatayan?

(Contributor/Writer: Balong Marquez @https://www.facebook.com/mfegi)

 

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sa dami ng mapagdadaanan mo. . hindi mo iisipin na kakayanin mo yun lahat. . nanjan yung tipong di ka makakain kasi wala kang pera. . oh di ka makapasok kasi walang pamasahe. . oh di ka makatingin sa teacher mo kasi di ka gumawa ng assignment na 3 weeks ng pinagawa sayo. . aba kung gano ka na katanda ngayon ganung katagal ka ng nagsusurvive! biruin mo sa dami ng bagyo at lindol at hightide at redtide nabuhay ka pa. . astig db?. .kaya lang. . sabi nga nila. . di naman yung sa pisikal ang mahirap makalimutan. . minsan yung di nakikita ng mata oh yung di naririnig ng tenga yun yung masakit.
kunyari. . nakita mo yung crush mo. . may kaholding hands. . kahit wala naman talaga kayong commitment isusumpa mo xa ng buong puso. . at kung marunong ka lan g mang kulam malamang kinulam mo na yung kasama ng crush mo! imagine . . crush lang yun. . eh pano yung mahal mo?. . yung mga telesrye effect na eksena kagaya ng. . pumunta ka sa haus ng karelasyon mo pero may kasama xang iba. . oh yung biglang nanlamig yung karelasyon mo kasi nagka-inlovan na pla sila ng besppren mo. . pwedeng nasira ang relasyon mo sa 6 yrs mong jowa dahil sa taong mas panget sayo. .mmmm. . at madami pang iba! kesyo di magkaintindihan. . di na masaya. . walang tym. . walang gold. . walang utak. . wala na kasing love. at ang ending mo?? AYAN! AYAN MISMO! nakatulala ka at bigla na lang luluha. . yung tipong kakanta ka sa videoke pro tumutulo na yung sipon mo kakaiyak. . dahil nga may pinagdadaanan ka. .
naku. . may mga taong nasunugan. .naholdapp. . nabankrup. .nadulas,nabungi at nabosohan. .pro chill lang. .ikaw na namatayan. . namatayan ng puso. . chill lang din. . madami pang dadating. . mas magiging masakit pa. . kaya dapat kayanin mo yan. .
kung ngayon di k makasabay sa agos ng puso. . baka bukas malunod ka na lang bigla. . hindi ko sinabing magiging madali ang pagtanggap. . mahirap . pero isipin mo na laging may susunod pa. . may mas ok pa. . at para sayo. . san mo gusto? SHOT TAYO! :)

(Contributor/Writer: Balong Marquez @https://www.facebook.com/mfegi)

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Nipper

Are you a kind of person who used to go to a salon to have a pedicure or manicure service? If yes, we gonna be a good mate! For almost a decade now, this event, has been my "TREAT" to  myself especially after a very tedious and stressful days.

My friends would always say,

"Ano ba yan, kakapalinis mo lang ng kuko last saturday magpapalinis ka na naman.

Baka naman bukas makalawa wala ka ng kukong palilinisan!" 

I would usually smile back to them because no matter what they say,

I would still go on.

Probably because this has been my way of "somehow" expressing my other self, too.

At home my family doesn't know who really I am.

I am afraid to talk about my "wants", "likes", and "dreams".

It is simply because my brothers, cousins, and dad would hate me.

I am just a simple boy who has this simple dream.

I just dream to have a life of my own. I mean a life that I could say  "MY OWN".

A life wherein no one can dictate what are the things that I should do, the feelings that I should feel,

the things that I should like and dislike, and most importantly a life wherein I can freely choose the person I should love.

Upon reading this, it seems easy for you to say that the problem is in me.

That I should have the "bones" to stand for myself.

Yes.

It seems easy.

But the problem is, I can't.

It simply because I am afraid to be alone. I am afraid to be secluded from other people. 

My family is the only group of people that I have.

Is it bit confusing?

If you would ask me, "How about your friends?"

I'll just smile and say "I really don't have."

My friends are all imaginary people.

In real life I don't have friends to run to, and  to talk with.

I am alone.

Alone in this purely white room.

Painted with white and with a bed covered with pure white satin.

My pillows are all white, too.

This color symbolizes purity, innocence and emptiness.

Yes, emptiness of life like what I have.

Many people afraid of us. They say that we are very dangerous in the community.

I don't usually argue with that assumption because even my own relatives believe with such idea.

The idea that I can kill people. Ow, come on. 

I am not shocked when my father decided to put me inside this institution.

The doctors say I am diagnosed with schizophrenia, wherein I am making another person in me.

Yes. That's true. that's the reason why you where able to read this story. 

The reason why my mother hates me because I put her favorite dress inside the microwave oven.

The reason why my brother kicked me when he learned that I used his cellphone to text his friends with weird things.

The reason why my cousins dislike me because I usually make story for them to fight each other.

The reason why you are probably confused about this story.

They can't blame me.

You can't blame.

No one can.

Because no one has experienced what I have been experiencing.

The pain.

Not the physical pain but the emotional pain that you all caused me. :X

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PiN

Sumakay ako ng dyip.

Hindi ko inaasahang nandoon ang lalaking minahal ko ng lubos.

OO. nandoon siya at pilit na iniiwasan ang mga sulyap ko.

Habang tinitignan ko siya'y naalala ko ang mga araw na naging masaya kami.

Mga araw na dati'y sinabi ko na sana maging "FOREVER" na.

Nakaupo ako sa tapat niya.

habang ako'y sulyap nang sulyap sa kanya, siya ay halos mabalian ng leeg para

lang 'wag akong masulyapan.Hindi ko siya masisisi.

Maaring nahihiya siya sa ginawa niya sa akin o maaaring takot siyang mapahiya na kung sakaling batiin niya ako ay hindi ko siya pansinin. 

Nang magsalita ako ng "BAYAD PO." napansin kong sumagi ang paningin niya sa akin.

Pero saglit lang dahil nanatili pa rin siyang nakatingin sa unahan.

Napangiti ako at nasabi sa sariling, "kahit anong gawin mo, hindi mo ako maiiwasan."

Siguro tama 'yung sabi ng friends ko na mapang-asar akong tao dahil imbes na sa katabi ko i-abot ang baryang bayad ko ay sa kanya ko inabot.

Kinuha niya ang bayad ko pero hindi siya nagsalita o ngumiti man lang.

Inaasahan kong babatiin niya ako ng "Hi.", "Oh, kumusta ka?", "Ikaw pala 'yan!"

Ngunit kahit isa roon ay 'di niya nabanggit

.

Hindi ako naiinis. Hinayaan ko lang siya maging tameme sa presensya ko.

Nang bumaba ang katabi niya, mabilis akong lumipat ng upuan at tumabi sa kanya.

patago kong idinikit ang siko ko sa braso niya.

Alam kong naramdaman niya iyon.

Ang init.

Ang pananabik.

Ang pagmamahal.

Ngunit nanatili siyang manhid.

Maya-maya pa'y may nagsabing, "Sa Tabi Lang Po!"

Tila hindi narinig ng drayber ang pumapara.

Inis na ang babae nang muling magsalita,

"Manong sa Tabi Lang! Kung hindi mo ipapara 'to magkakagulo dito sa dyip mo!"

Napapreno ang manong drayber at mabilis na bumaba ang pumara kasama ang lalaking dati ay nangakong magsasama kami sa isang bahay na ang pundasyon ay tunay at wagas na pagmamahalan.

Walang anu-ano'y tumulo ang luha ko.

Mabilis kong pinahid 'yon.

Tumunog ang cellphone ko.

Binasa ko ang text na nagsasabing,

"Honey, sorry. magpapaliwanag ako sa'yo sa sabado. Promise sa sabado sa'yo ako matutulog."

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