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Friday, January 30, 2009

Sweetest Pinoy Gay Love Story: “My Most Beautiful Mistake”


Nagising ako sa tunog ng pag-bagsak ng sapatos sa sahig.

"Hey, I'm leaving soon. Just lock the room before you leave." Sabi sakin ng isang di ko kilalang boses.

Pagbukas ng mata ko, nakita ko ang isang lalake na nakabihis ng pantalon na slacks at walang damit. Maganda ang hubog ng katawan at medyo may itsura. Ang totoo, gwapo siya. Sinwerte yata ako kagabi.

"Sino ka?" tanong ko sa kanya, kahit alam ko na.

"So you get amnesia on the day after?" sagot niya habang nagpupunas ng buhok.

"What time is it?" Hindi ko na sinagot ang tanong niya.

"Quarter past two." Biglang nagising ang diwa ko. Naalala ko ang kasal ng kapatid ko.

"Shit!" Sabay bango ko sa pagkakahiga a dali-daling pinulot ang damit ko sa sahig at nagbihis. "Shit! Shit!
Shit!"

"Ano, natatae ka?" nang-asar pa ang gago habang tumatawa sa sinabi nya. Hindi ko na pinansin at nagmadiling umalis.

"Matteo." sabi niya sakin bago makarating sa pinto.

"Ano?"

"Matteo ang pangalan ko. But my mum calls me Pikoy." Natawa ako sa sinabi niya. Alam niya kaya na titi ang tawag sa kanya ng mama niya? Inisip ko na parang tugma naman, base sa nangyari kagabi.

"What's so funny?"

"Forget it." Sabi ko bago tuluyang lumabas sa pinto.

"Bye, Pikoy."

Tawa ko sa sarili ko. Ilang segundo pa lang ako nakalabas ng pinto ng bumalik ako sa kwarto niya.

"Where's my car?" tanong ko sa kanya

"Alchemy. We used my car last night. If you want I can…" Kabog ng pinto na ang nagpatahimik sa kanya.

Matagal na ako sa sirkulasyon, `di na bago sakin ang magising sa kama ng isang estranghero. Di ko na inaalam ang pangalan, wala ng usapan. Walang kakabit ng tali. May pagka-abnormal yata ako. O malamang, kahit hindi ko maamin sa sarili ko, takot lang talaga ako. Naranasan ko na. Matagal na panahon na rin pero ayaw ko na ulitin. Hindi na ako natuto sa nakita ko sa mummy at daddy ko. O kaya sa mga kapatid nila. O sa mga napapanood ko sa peikula. Walang katuturan ang relasyon. Walang kauturan ang kasal. Pero kahit ilang ulit kong sabihin yun sa nakababata kong kapatid na babae, hindi parin siya nakinig sakin. Ikakasal siya ngayong araw. Lintik. Basta sinabi ko na lang sa kana na wag akong sisihin sa hindi magandang mangyayari.

Dali-dali na lang akong kumuha ng cab sa ibaba ng condo niya. Hindi mahirap makakuha, sa Eastwood siya nakatira. Hindi ko namalayan yun kagabi. Pagkakuha ko ng kotse, direcho na ako ng unit ko sa Ortigas, mabilis na paligo, konting pabango. Nahirapan lang ako sa pagsuot ng ribbon sa leeg. Hindi ako marunong kaya tsumaba na lang ako. Kung pwede lang sanang mag t-shirt na lang.

Thirty minutes bago magsimula nakaratig na ako sa pagdadausan ng kasal — isang maliit na chapel sa New Manila. Mabuti na lang pala hindi ako nag t-shirt kung hindi magmumukha akong basurero sa gitna ng mga taong ito. Pagkalabas lang ng kotse ko, naramdaman ko ang cellphone sa bulsa. Si bunso tumatawag.

"BB?" pambungad sakin ng kapatid ko. BB ang tawag nya sakin, ibig sabihin big brother. Nahilig yata masyado sa Pinoy Big Brother `tong kapatid ko. Merong iba sa boses niya. Malungkot. Umiiyak.

"Nasan ka?" tanong ko sa kanya.

"Sa room dito sa likod."

"Punta na ako diyan. Hintayin mo ako."

Nadatnan ko si Kelly na umiiyak sa harap ng salamin. Suot na ang kanyang traje-de-boda, maayos na ang buhok, mejo magulo ng konti ang make-up dahil sa kakapunas ng luha. Biglang ngiti pagkakita nya sakin. Agad ko syang nilapitan at niyakap.

"What's wrong?" tanong ko. Natatakot ako sa isasagot niya.

"You look better than I do on my wedding day!" Pabiro niyang sabi habang humihikib. Hindi ko na napigilan ngumiti. Akala ko sasabihin niya sakin na hindi na tuloy and kasal. Masyado yata talaga akong nanunuod ng pelikula.

"I miss you."

"Miss me? Eh di naman ako nawala ah!" sabi ko sa kanya habang pinupunasan ang luha nya.

"`Di naman kelangan wala para ma-miss." Alam ko ang ibig sabihin ni Kelly. Mag-aasawa na siya. Natural lang ang umiyak.

"And I miss dad. Sana nandito siya."

"Kelly…" Hindi ko na ala ang susunod kong sasabihin. Siguro nga, ganoon talaga kahalaga sa isang babae ng ilakad sa altar ng kanyang ama.

"Kelly, it's all right. I'll walk you down that aisle. Tahan na, wag ka ng umiyak. Tingnan mo ang pangit-pangit mo na oh. Para kang punk diyan sa mascara mong sabog." Tumahan na rin siya sa pag-iyak at tumawa.

"Let's fix you up, okay?"

"You're always so good at that," sabi niya sakin. Habang tinatanggal ang ribbon sa leeg ko para ayusin.

"And I always will be. I'm you're big brother, that's what I do."

Kami lang ni Kelly and magkapatid. Tatlong taon ang tanda ko sa kanya pero kahit ganoon, naging malapit parin kami sa isa't-isa. Dala na rin siguro ng pagigi naming ulila sa ama kaya ako na ang nagsilbing gabay sa kanya. Nandiyan ang mummy namin pero iba parin ang may lalake na tumitingin sayo habang lumalaki ka. Wala kaming sikreto sa isa't isa ni Kelly, alam nia ang pagkatao ko at ni minsan ay hindi niya pinaramdam sakin na nag-iba ang turing niya mula nung malaman niya. Ang naaalala ko lang nung malaman niya, sabi niya may mag-lilinis na ng mga kuko niya ng libre. Sabay tawa. Noong nagdadalaga si Kelly, ako parin ang bantay niya — tagahatid sa gimik, taga-sundo sa school, taga-screen ng boyfriend. Si Macky ang naging pinaka-matino sa naging nobyo niya. Kaya siguro hindi niya siya nagdalawang-isip nung nag-propose ito sa kanya. At nagpropose pa talaga ang mokong sa kapatid ko habang nandun ako. Sa isang banda, dahil sa ginawa niyang iyon, naisip ko na sincere nga siya sa kapatid ko. Utos kapatid ko na lang, huwag na huwag sasaktan ang bunso ko kung hindi hukay ang katapat niya.

"BB, umamin ka sakin." sabi ni Kelly habang inaayos ang ribbon.

"Ano yun?"

"Crush mo si Macky dati, noh?"

"HA?! Si Macky? Kadiri!"

"Asuuus! Kadiri ka pa diyan! Kala mo ba hindi ko nahalata? Lagkit mo kaya makatingin! Parang kakainin mo eh!"

"Ah. Hehe." Buking! Baka sakalin ako ng ribbon ko. "Sarap nyang tingnan eh!" Sabi ko ng pabulong.

"Masarap talaga! Pero ikakasal na kami at inaalisan na kita ng karapatan na masarapan!" Sabay ngiti sa sinabi.

"Ask me bakit ako pumayag magpakasal." Tanong niya sakin.

"O sige, bakit?"

"Kasi dati nararamdaman ko, malapit ka na niyang patulan! Parang may tendency, alam mo yun?. Baka makawala pa eh!" Sabay tawanan kami ng malakas. Bruhang to! Kung hindi sana naglandi eh sakin sana si Macky!

"Kelly?" Sabi ng isang pamilyar na boses mula sa bumubukang pintuan. Si Mummy.

"Mummy!" Sabi ni Kelly sabay yakap kay Mummy, naiiyak ulit.

Pagkatapos naming maayos ang make-up niya!

"Oras na, baby." Sabi ng mummy ko.

"Oh sige, mi!" sabi ni Kelly habang nagpupunas ng luha. "Lalabas na kami sandali na lang." Tumango sakin at umalis na si mummy.

"Isn't she ging to give you "The Talk"? tanong ko kay Kelly.

"Tapos na. Kagabi pa."

"Hmm… convenient. Para di na masira make-up mo." Inayos ko na ang belo ni Kelly. Bumukas ang pinto at pumasok si Nina, and bestfriend ni Kelly sabay tili ganun din si bunso.

"Ang ganda-ganda mo, friend?" sabi ni Nina. Itim ang kulay ng kasal ni Kelly kaya itim ang suot ni Nina at may bulaklak sa puti sa tenga. Si Kelly lamang ang naka suot ng puti. Inabot ni Nina ang isang pirasong bughaw na tulip kay Kelly, and kanyang boquet.

"I know!" sabi naman ni Kelly habang nagpo-pose ala-modelo sabay pakingdat-kindat na mata. Tumawa na lang ako sa dalawa. Naging malapit nadin saakin si Nina dahil sa madalas pagpunta niya sa bahay namin nung doon pa ako sa amin nakatira. Magka-classmate sila ni Kelly mula pre-school at di na naghiwalay ang dalawa. Akala ko dati susunod si Kelly sakin at magiging lesbiana. Mabuti na lang hindi, gusto ko ng pamangkin dahil alam ko wala akong magiging anak.

" Tara na! Dalawang `to para kayong mga ewan diyan" sabi ko. Hindi nagtagal tumugtog na sa loob ng chapel. Natapos ng maglakad ang lahat, nagsimula ng tugtugin ang Bride's Chorus, hudyat ng paglakad ko kay Kelly sa altar. Totoong pinaka-maganda ang babae sa kanyang kasal. Hindi maitago ni Kelly ang saya, ito na ang pinakamalaking ngiti na kakita ko sa kanya. Nagsitayo na ang lahat. Nakita ko si Macky sa harap, talagang napaka-gwapo ng magiging bayaw ko. Nainis ulit ako kay Kelly. Mang-aagaw na bruha! Sino yung nasa tabi ni Macky? Best man, natural, pero ngayon ko lang siya nakita. habang papalapit kami sa altar unti-unti kong naaninag ang mukha ng best man nila. Shit! Shit! Shit! Mali ako, nakita ko na pala siya. Si Pikoy.Nahalata ni Kelly ang mukha ko, nanlaki ang mata ko sa pagkabigla.

"Okay ka lang, BB? Parang ikaw ang ikakasal ah!" Mahinang sabi niya sakin.

"I'm just… I'm just so happy for you." Okay na sa sagot na yun si Kelly, iniabot ko na siya kay Macky habang pilit na umiiwas sa tingin ni Matteo. Alam ko na namumukhaan niya ako, ang laki ng ngiti niya saakin. Halos may kasama pang tawa. Hanggang matapos ang sermonya, hindi ako mapakali. Tingin ng tingin sakin si Matteo. Ramdam kong naubusan ako ng dugo sa mukha. Iniisip ko, eh ano ngayon? Pero hindi nakatulong.Nang matapos ang kasal, dumirecho agad ako sa kotse para pumunta sa reception sa clubhouse ng village na tinitirahan ngayon ni mummy. Pagkabukas ko ng pinto nakita ko ang reflection ni Matteo sa salamin ng pintuan.

"What?" Tanong ko sa kanya na parang wala lang.

"What did you say your name was again?" Sabi niya ng nakangiti.

"I didn't tell you my name." Sagot ko sa tanong niya.

"Oh yeah, you didn't. So… what is it? What's your name?" Pagpupumilit niya sakin.

"Hindi mo na kailangan malaman." Pumasok na ako at sinimulang paandarin ang kotse. Hindi pa nakakaandar ay hinarangan niya ang kotse ko. Binuksan ko ulit ang pinto at bumaba.

"What do you want?" Asar na taong ko sa kanya.

"A ride. My friend took my car and there's no one else around." Sabi niya. Napansin ko nga, wala na lahat ng sasakyan. Walang dumadaan na taxi dito. Naasar ako sa kanya pero naawa din ako. Hindi ko naman siya pwedeng iwan dito. Kahit gaano ko kaasar, pinapasok ko na lang siya sa kabilang pinto.

"Thanks," wika niya pagkapasok sa pinto. Hindi ako sumagot. Naging napaka awkward ng sandali kaya nagsimula ulit siyang magtanong,

"So… are you like Kelly's father?" Tumingin na lang ako sa kanya na gustong kong sabihin na napaka-tanga ng tanong niya.

"Oookay… Hindi ka naman ganun katanda ang itsura mo." Tahimik parin ako.

"Marunong ka naman magsalita, diba?"

"Oo." Yun lang ang naging sagot ko sa kanya. Nakarating na rin kami sa wakas sa clubhouse. Sa akin lang parang limang oras ang nilakbay ko.

"That was a nice conversation." Sabi niya.Nakangiti parin siya sakin, walang bahid ng pagka-inis sa mukha niya. Maganda ang ngiti ni Matteo. Maganda ang labi niya, ang mga ngipin, ang mga guhit sa tabi ng labi. Naalala ko bigla kagabi noong nakapatong ang mga labing yun sa labi ko. Ibang klase kung humalik si Matteo, mabagal, sensual, matamis. Napakagat ako ng labi. Nakatingin parin siya sakin na parang nang-aakit. Hindi ko na mapigilan
ang sarili ko, mabilis na inabot ko sa leeg nya ang kamay ko at hinila ko ang leeg niya papunta sakin. Mabilis naman nagpatong ang labi namin. Pero hindi siya humahalik. Oo nga't nakapatong ang labi niya pero hindi gumalaw. Tang ina, napahiya ako! Inalis ko na ang labi ko at bumalik sa pagkakaupo.

"Thanks for the ride." Binuksan na niya ang pinto at lumakad papunta ng clubhouse.

Ilang beses kong inuntog ang ulo ko sa manibela. Ang tanga-tanga ko! Shit! Pero kasalanan niya! Nang-aakit siya eh! Ang mokong na `to! Nanliit ako, di ko alam kung pano ko ipapakita ko mukha ko sa kanya mamaya. Paglabas ng ko ng kotse ay nakapagsindi muna ako ng dalawang yosi para magipon ng lakas ng loob. Sa loob nakita ko agad si Mummy at Macky nagsasayaw, ang ama naman ni Macky at si Kelly. Hindi ko nakita si Matteo. Mabuti naman. Lumapit ako sa ama ni Macky at Kelly.

"May I, Mr. Santana?" Tanong ko sa ama ni Macky.

"Of course." Sabay abot sakin ng todo-ngiting si Kelly.

"You have a wonderful sister"

"I know, sir. Thank you." Ngumiti ako sa kanya at umalis na din para umupo.

"So… Mrs. Santana…" napangiti kami pareho ni Kelly.

"Of course I know you're wonderful, you're my sister."

"Mana-mana yan, diba, BB?"

"You know it! Bunso, pwede ba akong sumama sa honeymoon niyo?" pabirong tanong ko kay Kelly. " Para matikman ko man lang si Macky."

"Ay sorry ka, hindi pwede! Dapat ginahasa mo siya nung di pa kami kasal. Off-limits na siya ngayon."

"Malas." Nagsabay kami sa isang malakas na tawa ni Kelly hanggang ma tumapik sa balikat ko. Pag lingon ko nakita ko si Matteo. Shit ulit!

"Matt!" Sabi ni Kelly kay Matteo. "Oh, I haven't introduced you yet. Matt, meet the most wonderful brother in the whole wide world, Kiros."

"Well, it's certainly a rare occassion to meet the most wonderful brother in the world." Inabot niya sakin ang kama niya sabay ngiti. Lintik na ngiti yan pinahiya ako kanina. At aktor ang mokong na ito. Makikisakay na lang ako.

"Matt is Macky's brother," sabi ni Kelly. Double Shit!

"Ah… yes… I'm Mack's brother. I'm sorry I didn't tell you," sabi sakin ni Matt na todo ang ngiti, halatang natatawa.

"Wait, so you know each other?" Tanong ni Kelly kaw Matt.

"Yeah… well, not really. Sinakyan ko siya kanina." Parang nawalan ako ng hininga sa sinabi niya.

"I mean, nakisakay ako sa kotse niya papunta dito."

"Ahhh." sabi ni Kelly na halatang iba ang inisip sa sinabi niya.

"Uhm.. she's… yours. I gotta get myself a drink." Umalis ako sa kinatatayuan ko at lumapit sa pinakamalapit na waiter na may dalang champaigne at inubos sa isang lagok. Bago umalis ang waiter, kumuha ulit ako ng isa at lumabas sa may kotse ko, nagsindi ng yosi. Pagkatapos ng ilang sandali, lumabas si Kelly, nababahala ang mukha niya.

"Okay ka lang, BB?"

"I slept with Matt!" Biglang bukas ng bibig ko, hindi ko na napigilan. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ko sinabi yun bigla pero wala na ako magagawa, nakalabas na. Siguro dahil mapagkakatiwalaan ko si Kelly.

"YOU…" Gulat na sabi ni Kelly.

"You slept with Matt?!!!" Hininaan niya ang boses niya.

"Who slept with who?" Sabi ni Macky paputa sa kinaroroonan namin. Narinig niya kaya? Tang ina, so much for trusting Kelly.

"Yeah, who slept with who? Si Matt, kasunod sa yapak ni Macky.

"Excuse me, this is a private conversation, God! And my sex life is none of your business!!!" Galit na sabi ko sa dalawang dumating.

"May boyfriend si Kiros." Sabi ni Kelly kay Macky, sabay tingin kay Matt na nakangiti.

"I DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND!" Asar na asar na talaga ako!

"May boyfriend si Kiros?" Sabay na tanong nila Macky at Matteo.

"Hindi niyo ba narinig ang sinabi ko?" Asaaaaar!

"Honey, I think the guests are calling for us." Sabi ni Kelly kay Macky habang hinihila pabalik sa loob. "BB, mamaya na tayo magusap!"

"KELLY!" Tawag ko sa kanya.

"KELLY BUMALIK KA DITO!" Hindi na siya nakinig.

"So you have a boyfriend?" Nagulat ako, nakalimutan ko na nandito pa pala si Matteo. Inubos ko ang natitirang champaigne, tinapon ang yosi at nagsindi ng bago. Hindi ko sinagot ang tanong niya.

"You slept with me and you didn't tell me you have a boyfriend?" May bahid ng konting galit sa boses niya.

"Is that why you're avoiding me?"

"I don't have a boyfriend, she meant you," kalmado na ako ngayon.

"So I'm your boyfriend?" Nakangiti na ngayon ang engot.

"NO!!! Hindi kita boyfriend, wala akong boyfriend at definitely ayaw kong magka-boyfriend!"

"Talaga lang ha…"

"Talaga, now leave me alone!"

"So you told Kelly about us?" Lumapit siya sa akin at sumandal din sa kotse ko katabi ko.

"Look, there's no `us,' Matt!"

"Ahu….okay… so you told Kelly about you and me?" Tinitigan ko na lang siya sa mata. Gusto ko na siyang sakalin.
"Oookay… let me rephrase that, you told Kelly about what HAPPENED between you and, separately, me?"

"Oo." Kinuha niya ang sigarilyo ko.

"You are so into me, aren't you?" Pabirong sabi niya sakin at binuga ang yosi ko.

"Gago!"

"Alam mo sa tigin ko, may gusto ko sakin. Sinunggaban mo nga ako ng halik kanina eh."

"Walang ibig sabihin `yun," namula ang pisngi ko sa sinabi niya.

"Okay lang. `Di din naman kita gusto eh."

"Good! That's good." Aray. mokong na `to. Nasaktan ako sa sinabi niya ah! Hindi ko alam kung bakit, siguro nasaktan ang ego ko.

"But I bet, magkakagusto ka sakin! Pero hindi ako papatol sayo kahit akitin mo pa ako."

"Hahaha!" Natawa ako sa sinabi niya pero sinadya kong lumakas ang tawa ko.

"Never gonna happen."

"We'll see about that, BB!" Tinapon na niya ang yosi at naglakad paputang clubhouse.

"You're on, Pikoy!"

Kinaumagahan, nagising ako sa ring ng telepono, si Kelly tumatawag.

"BB," pambungad nyang bati.

"Kelly ang aga pa!"

"BB may utang ka saking kwento."

"Masyado ka pang bata."

"Pag-kinwento mo sakin, ikukwento ko sayo nangyari samin kagabi ni Macky."

"Salamat na lang."

"Che! Bahala ka nga diyan," mabuti na lang umalis na si Kelly sa piaguusapan namin. "BB, remember ha! You promised me you'll take us to the airport." Ngayon nga pala ang alis ni Kelly at Macky para sa honeymoon nila. Ako ang nagregalo kay Kelly noon, isang linggo sa Hawaii .

"Yeah, yeah, I remember."

"We're all packed up na, punta ka na dito."

"Sige, shower na ako."

Hinatid ko si Kelly at Macky sa airport. Ibinilin sakin ni Kelly ang bahay. Dun muna daw ako tumira para alagaan ang kanilang aso, si Legazpi. Napaka-istupidong pangalan para sa aso kung ako tatanungin mo, pero gusto ko na rin si Zap, tawag ko sa aso. Pumayag na ako. Pero pina-sumpa niya ako na doon ako matutulog hanggang dumating silanext week. Sabi ko walang problema. Pagkagaling ng airport, dumirecho na ako sa bahay nila para pakainin si Zap. Nabigla ako ng nakita kong bukas ng pinto, kahol ng kahol ang aso. May magnanakaw yata. Kumuha ako ng tubo na malapit sa may pintuan bago pumasok, inutusan ko ang sarili ko na itanong kay Kelly kung bakit may tubo dun. Napaka out-of-place. Hindi ako gumawa ng ingay, baka malaman ng magnanakaw na may tao at tumakbo. Walang magulo, walang nakuha sa sala, ang tv nandun parin at nakabukas. Siguro alam ng magnanakaw na matagal bago bumalik and may-ari ng bahay. Nasa kusina si Zap kumakahol. Kumakahol si Zap sa ref. Pagtingin ko, may lalakeng naka-dungaw at may kinukuha sa loob.

"You have got to be kidding me!" sabi ko at nahulog ang tubo na dala ko. Napalingon si Matteo sa ingay ng tubo ng nahulog.

"O, Kiros! Anong ginagawa mo dito?" Nilagay niya ang gatas na kinuha sa ref at binuhos sa lalagyan ni Zap.

"I was going to ask you the same thing."

"Well, Kelly asked me to stay here 'till they get back. You? What's your excuse? Sinusundan mo ako `no?" Ngumiti siya sa akin habang hinihimas ang ulo ng aso.

"Remind me to kill Kelly when she gets back." Wika ko sa kanya.

"Okay, I will."

Pagkatapos noon umuwi na ako para kumuha ng mga damit sa gagamitin. Habang nasa byahe, nag-ring ang telepono ko.

"Hello?"

"Kiros? It's Matt."

"Where did you get my number?"

"Kelly gave it to me."

"Remind me to kill her twice."Natawa siya sa sinabi ko.

"Hey, listen, can you pick up a food for Legazpi on your way back."

"What makes you think I'm coming back?"

"Because I'm here. And I know you want to see me again."

Puki ng ina! Ayaw niya talaga akong tigilan! Napaka aroganteng litsugas! Binagsak ko ang telepono. Pagkalipas ng tatlong oras nakabalik na ako sa bahay nila Kelly dala ang isang sakong pagkain ni Zap. Binuksan ni Matteo ang pinto.

"You can't get enough of me, can you?" tanong ni Matt sakin. Sinubsob ko sa dibdib niya ang dogfood na dala ko.

"Matt, listen, I have some rules." sabi ko sa kanya.

"Bakit? Di naman ikaw may-ari ng bahay ah!" protesta niya.

"Number one! Sa sala ka matutulog, sakin ang guest room."

"Fine by me."

"Two, salitan tayo maghuhugas ng pinggan. At three, bawal ka magdala ng lalake dito"

"Gusto mo lang akong solohin."

Dumirecho ako sa guest room dala ng mga gamit ko. Hindi ko alam ang tumatakbo sa utak ni Kelly pero hindi ako natutuwa. Ang lalake, pang isang gabihan lang. Akala ko sinwerte ako kay Matt nung inuwi niya ako sa bahay niya noong isang gabi. Mali . Pagkatapos kong maligo bumaba ako. Naamoy ko ang masarap na niluluto sa kusina.

"Are you sure you can cook?" Tanong ko kay Matt.

"I'm a chef!"

"Hindi ko tinatanong kung anong trabaho mo, oo o hindi lang."

"We're having Couscous-Stuffed Pork Chops." sabi niya.

"Gusto ko ng sardinas."

"Oh that is so rude!"

"Baka may gayuma yang niluluto mo."

Binigyan niya ako ng dirty finger. Kumuha ako ng softdrinks sa ref ni Kelly.

"Get the wine, this will be finish soon."

"Wine-wine ka dyan! Wag ka maarte. Couscous pork chop. Ha! Kuskusin ko yang mukha mo eh!" Nilaro ko si Zap hanggang makapag-handa si Matt ng mesa. Siya na rin ang kumuha ng wine. Inaamin ko, sa amoy at tingin ng niluto niya parang nagutom ako bigla. Chef-chefan nga si pota. Tinawag na niya ako para kumain. Ang gara ng pagkakaayos ng mesa, may kandila pa.

"We're not on a date, you know!" sabi ko sa kanya. "Wag mong sindihan ang kandilang yan at lalong wag mong patayin ang ilaw."

"It's called fine dining, Kiros. Get with the program."

Hindi sinindihan ag kandila, bukas lang ang ilaw. Hindi ko maipagkakailang masarap talaga ang luto niya. Mga tipong tig-iisang libo ang bawat subo. Tahimik lang ako at nakatingin sa pagkain. Si Matt tingin ng tingin sakin hanggang di mapigilan magsalita.

"We could at least be friends, you know."

"I have enough friends." Sagot ko sa kanya.

"Ano bang meron sayo, ha? Ganyan ka ba talaga? Pagkatapos ng isang gabi sa lalake, bale wala na sayo?" Hindi ko sinagot ang tanong niya at inatupag ang pagkain ko.Napailing na lang ang ulo niya at bumalik sa pagkain.

"Ba't parang apektado ka?" tanong ko sa kanya.

"You know why I even bothered talking to you that night? Kasi kita sa mata mo na malungkot ka. Nakatawa ka pero malungkot ka. Parang dapat may kumausap sayo kung hindi magpapakamatay ka."

"Well, hindi ako malungkot, alright?" Naramdaman kong nagagalit sa kanya. Parang tinamaan ako.

"Whatever you say. But I honestly thought you were going to be… different."

Kinuha niya ang pinagkainan at nilagay sa lababo at iniwan niya akong kumain ng mag-isa. Natahimik ako sa sinabi niya. Tahimik ang buong bahay bigla. Si Zap lang at ang kanyang dila sa gatas ang tanging ingay hanggang narinig kong buksan ni Matt ang tv. Pagkatapos ng paghugas ko ng pinggan, kumuha ako ng dalawang baso at nilagyan ng wine. Hindi ko alam kung bakit pero nararamdaman ko na kailangan kong humingi ng patawad sa kanya. Mahirap sakin ang paghingi ng tawad. Pano niya nagawang mapilit sakin yun?Naabutan ko si Matt na natutulog na sa sala habang bukas ang tv. Natigilan ako sa nakita ko. Si Matt lang naman. Pero parang iba ang Matt na to. Mas maamo ang kanyang mukha. Mas tahimik. Gumalaw ang labi niya na parang may nginunguya. Parang bata. Malalim ang pahinga niya. Medyo mahaba ang buhok ni Matteo, ilang piraso nito bumabagsak sa mukha niya. Isang kamay niya nasa tiyan, ang isa naman sa tabi hawak ang remote. Parang gusto kong hawiin ang buhok niya, hawakan ang labi niya at halikan ang mata niya. Naramdaman ko na kumirot ang puso ko. Shit! Di pwede `to!

Binaba ko ang baso sa salamin na mesa sa sala. Anong gagawin mo, Kiros? Tanong ko sa sarili ko. Hindi ko gagawin ang gusto kong gawin. Hindi ako matatalo sa pustahan. Umalis ako sa sala at pumunta ng kwarto. Nahiga pero hindi makatulog. Iniisip ko si Matt at noong gabi na magkakilala kami. Hindi ko natatandaang sinabi niya ang pangalan niya pero ang alam ko 24 ang edad niya. Tinanong ko silang lahat ng edad nila. Twenty-five ako, hindi magkalayo ang edad namin. Tinanong niya kung pwede daw siya tumambay sa kinatatayuan ko. Sabi ko walang problema basta walang magagalit na nakikipag-usap siya saakin. Sa tagal ko na sa sirkulasyon, alam ko na ang gusto niyag mangyari. Hindi ako tatanggi. Biyaya na, aayawan ko pa ba? Hindi ko maalala ang pinag-usapan namin pero alam ko na marami. Mukha naman siyang matalino, may sense kausap. Marami na rin ang nainom ko pero ayaw ko pang tumigil. Sabi niya, sa condo niya na lang daw kami uminom para kung sakaling makatulog eh may higaan. Pumayag ako. Gegewang-gewang na din ako kaya inalalayan niya ako. Nakatulog ako sa biyahe, kahit papano nagbalik ang ulirat ko. Pero hindi naalis ang libog ko sa kanya. Hindi pa tuluyang sarado ang pinto tinulak ko na siya sa likod nito at hinalikan sa labi. Hindi niya ako binigo at humalik naman pabalik. Habang pinupuno ko ng halik ang kanyang labi, sinimula kong hubarin ang suot niyang polo. Ganun din ang ginawa niya sakin.At nangyari nga ang nangyari. Isa si Matt sa pinakamagaling na nakatalik ko. Ibang klase siyang gumalaw. Nakakalibog ang kanyang boses habang nagpapahiwatig ng sarap. Mainit ang hinga niya sa batok ko. Marahan ang kanyang pag-indayog. Marunong siyang magpaligaya at alam niya ang dapat gawin para magpaligaya. Walang salita, alam namin pareho ang dapat gawin. Matapos `yun, binuksan ko ang bintana at nagsindi ng yosi. Natulog na si Matt. Malamig ang hangin ng Disyembre lalo na dahil naka-boxers lang ako. Habang nakatingin sa mga ilaw sa baba, hindi ko namalayan ang luhang tumulo galing sa mata ko. Hindi na bago sakin ang umiyak matapos gawin yun. Sa bawat pagkakataon tinatanong ko sa sarili ko kung ano ang ginagawa ko sa buhay ko. Anong makukuha ko dito. Oo nga't
masarap pero nasasaktan ako pagkatapos. At hindi matumbasan ng sarap ang sakit na nararamdaman ko. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ako nasasaktan. Ayaw kong masaktan pero ayaw ko din timigil. Napukaw ako ng gumalaw si Matt, tulog parin. Pinunasan ko ang luha ko at bumalik sa kama. Tumalikod sa lalakeng yun at pinilit na matulog.

Nagising ako sa tahol ni Zap sa garden. Paglabas ko sa porch nakita kong nilalaro ni Matt ang aso ng frisbee sa garden. Nakangiti si Matt, iba sa itsura niya nung huli kaming mag-usap kagabi. Sana kinalimutan niya na yun. Ayaw kong pag-usapan. Pumunta ako sa kusina at gumawa ng kape, nilagay ko sa dalawang tasa. Paglabas ko nasa pool na sina Matt at ang aso. Nakita ako ni Matt at umahon, lumapit sa mesang pinaglagyan ko ng kape habang umupo naman ako. Walang suot ng t-shirt si Matt. Maganda talaga ang hubog ng katawan niya. Mas maganda pa dahil sa kumikintab sa araw na mga patak ng tubig dito.

"Is that for me?" turo niya sa isang tasa ng kape. Umupo siya sa harap ko.

"That's for Zap," birong sagot ko sa kanya.

"Kanino?" tanong niya sakin. Hindi niya nga pala alam na Zap ang tawag ko kay Legazpi. Tinuro ko ang aso. "I thought his name's Legazpi?"

"It is. But it's a stupid name so I call him Zap." sabi ko sa kanya.

"Ah! Ako nagpangalan sa kanya." sabi niya sakin habang tinitingnan ang aso na inaalis ang tubig sa katawan.

"Kaya pala." sabi ko sa kanya. "Sayo yang kape"

"Thanks. Ako nag bigay kay Macky niyan bago pa sila ikasal ni Kelly. May alaga din akong pug, si Villalobos."
Natawa ako ng malakas sa sinabi niya. "Bakit?"

"And pangit mo magbigay pangalan sa aso."

"Ganun ah! Eh ikaw nga diyan eh. Zap? Ano yun? parang kinuryente." Ngumiti kaming pareho, nagsalubong ang mata namin. Natahimik.

"Sa tingin mo ba talaga malungkot ako?" tanong ko sa kanya. Shit!

Sabi ko ayaw ko ng pag-usapan bakit ako pa ang nagsimula? Yumuko si Matt at ngumiti sa sarili.

"Sa tingin ko? Oo. Kitang kita sa mata mo. Kahit gaano mo itago, makikita at makikita parin sa mata. Hindi ka magaling magsinungaling, kita lahat. Kung masaya ka, kungmalungkot…" Nawalan ako ng sasabihin dahil sa sinabi niya.

"Pero… kung sinasabi mong hindi ka malungkot… e di hindi!" ngumiti siya sakin ng matamis. Napakagat ako ng labi.

"Do you believe in love?" biglang lumabas sa bibig ko. Ano ba `tong pinagtatatanong ko sa kanya?

"Sabi ko na nga ba in love ka sakin." wika niya at mas lumawak pa ang ngiti niya. Yung wine kagabi, `tong kape… nagpapa-cute ka pa palagi."

"May napakagsabi na ba sayo na napaka-arogante mong tao?" inis na tanong ko sa kanya.

"I was just kidding! Where are these questions coming from anyway? Kaaga-aga nag e-emote-emote ka a diyan!"

"My parents, they… they divorced when I was 15, Kelly was 12. Mga tito at tita ko, lahat, kung hindi divorced, hindi nag-asawa. Natatakot ako para kay Kelly."

"Natatakot kang masaktan."

"Ha? Ah… hindi, hindi… sabi ko si Kelly."

"`Di ba sabi ko sayo, hindi ka marunong mag-sinungaling?" Tumayo si Matt at naglakad papasok ng bahay. Tumigil siya sa may pinto at lumigon sakin.

"Wag kang mag-alala. Hindi hindi kita sasaktan."

Pagka-uwi ko sa bahay galing sa trabaho narinig kong kumakahol si Zap at nagri-ring ang telepono. Wala yata si Matteo.

"Hello?" sabi ko sa telepono.

"BB?" Si Kelly.

"Kelly! Oh kumusta? How's Hawaii?"

"BB ang ganda, sobra! Thanks thanks thanks talaga!"

"Enjoy it while you can kasi papatayin kita pag-balik mo dito!"

"Oh! What did I do?"

"Matteo!"

"Oh.. haha! BB naman, okay lang `yun no! Ano ka ba? Hindi ka ba natutuwa?

"Mukha ba akong natutuwa. Kelly? I mean what are you doing? He's your brother-in-law who I slept with!"

"Slept with? Past tense yun, BB ah! You mean you're not sleepING with him?"

"God no! It was a mistake, okay? I was drunk and that's what drunk people do!"

"BB… he was the one who asked me if you could stay with him. I thought you two are dating." Natigilan ako sa sinabi ni Kelly. Si Matt ang nag-request kay Kelly na dito ako tumira kasama niya?

"BB? Are you okay?"

"I'm… I'm fine, Kelly. I… I have to go now. Kinda busy."

"Okay. Tawag na lang ulit ako, ha! Bye BB, love you"

"I love you, too, Kelly." Binaba ko na ang telepono.

"Was that Kelly?" Nabigla ako. Nasa may pintuan si Matteo. Hindi ko alam kung gano na siya katagal dun at kung ano ang narinig niya. Hindi pa ako nakakasagot, nag-ring ulit ang telepono.

"Hello?" Sabi ng kabilang linya. Hindi si Kelly yun pero babae. "Is Teo there?" Inisip ko kung sino si Teo, akala ko wrong number hanggang naalala ko na Matteo nga pala si Matt.

"You mean Matt? Yeah he's, he's here." Inabot ko ang telepono kay Matt at umalis na rin ako paakyat ng kwarto pero narinig ko parin ang una niyang sinabi…

"Hello, baby!"

Sinarado ko ng malakas ang pintuan ng kwarto at napasandal sa likod. Hindi ko alam kung anong iisipin. Una nalaman ko na si Matt ang may gustong magkasama kami. Hindi ko alam kung maagalit ako sa kanya dahil sinet-up niya to o matutuwa dahil kahit papano gumagaan na ang loob ko sa kanya. Tapos bigla kong marinig siya sa telepono kausap ang isang babae tapos babatiin niya ng ganun? Nalilito ako. Sumasakit ang ulo ko at biglang nag-tubig ang mata ko. Nagseselos ba ako? Naiinis ako sa kanya pero hindi ko siya magawang kainisan ng labis labis. Tuluyan ng lumuha ang mata ko. `Tang ina kaya ayaw ko ng ganito eh.

Nagtangka akong kontrahin ang nararamdaman ko. Bakit ako umiiyak e ako na mismo ang nagsabi na ayaw ko sa kanya, na ayaw ko ng ganito. Ano naman sakin kung may karelasyon siya? Hindi gumana. Tuloy tuloy ang luha ko. Matagal din siguro ako sa ganung lagay ng biglang may kumatok sa pinto.

"Kiros?" Tawag ni Matt sakin. Ayaw kong magpakita sa kanya na ganun.

Pinunasan ko ang luha ko at nagpag-pag ng sarili tapos pinilit ngumiti. Tumayo ak sa pagkakaupo at binuksan ang pinto.

"Oh, Matt? Bakit?"

"Anong bakit? Ako dapat yata magtanong sayo niyan! Bakit ka umiiyak?"

"Ah… di ako umiiyak," sabay punay sa mata ko. "Napuwing lang ako."

Inabot ni Matt ang kamay niya sa mukha ko, akmang pupunasan and luha ko. Umatras ako ng hindi niya maabot.

"Hanggang kailan ka ba magsisinungaling sakin? Kailan mo ba ako pagkakatiwalaan?"

Umalis si Matt at humiga naman ako sa kama. Hindi ko namalayan na nakatulog na pala ako. Hindi na ako nakapag-bihis o naligo man lang. Nang nagising ako, nakita ko sa relo na alas dos-y-medya na ng madaling araw. Nagugutom ako kaya bumaba para kumain. Nadaanan ko si Matt na nakahiga sa may sala, ang tv bukas. Nakita kong may natatakpang pagkain sa mesa at binuksan yun. Sardinas.

Kung sa ibang pagkakataon, iisipin kong napaka-sweet at naghanda siya nga sardinas para sakin pero nalala kong bigla ang narinig ko sa telepono kahapon. Kumuha ako ng kanin sa may rice cooker at nagsimulang kumain.

"Ayos ka na ba?" Nabigla ako at napalingon sa kinatatayuan ni Matt. Hindi ko sinagot ang tanong niya at nagpatuloy sa pagkain. "Tumawag ulit si Kelly. Alam mo na pala."

"Ang alin?"

"Alam ko agad na ikaw yun nung makita kita sa kasal. Gustong gusto kitang makilala. Kinausap ako ni Kelly sa reception, nagtanong siya kung papayag akong magbantay ng bahay at sa aso. Sabi ko papayag ako kung kasama kita."

"Ah talaga?" sabi ko na nagkukunwaring walang pakialam. hindi ko makuhang tingnan siya kaya pinagpauloy ko lang ang pagkain. Naglakad siya papunta sa mesa at naupo sa katabing na upuan ko. Hinawakan niya ang bisig ko. "I just want to know you better."

"Bakit? May gusto ka ba sakin?" Sinabi ko sa kanya ng maypagka-sarcastic. "Gusto mo rin ba yung kausap mo sa telepono kanina?"

"Nagseselos ka ba? Is that what this is all about?" Medyo galit ang tono niya. "I was talking to my daughter!" Napatingin ako sa kanya. Nabigla ako sa sinabi niya pero hindi ko pinahalata. "And you talked to her mother."

"You didn't tell me you had a daughter." Nag-aasta parin akong hindi interesado at nagpatuloy sa pagkain.

"How can I if you're closing everything on me! You wouldn't let your guard down! Natatakot ka sakin! You don't trust me! I'm just a mistake to you, `di ba yan ang sabi mo kay Kelly?" Tumayo siya at naglakad papalayo pero tumigil at nagsalita.

"I didn't want to think YOU were a mistake. Now I can't help it."

Sinadya kong tumagal sa kusina, ayaw kong maabutan na gising si Matteo sa sala. Hingasan ko ang plato at lahat ng ng makita kong madumi. Nang dumaan ako sa sala para umakyat nakita ko si Matt sa sala, sarado na ang tv at natutulog na siya, nakaakap sa sarili at nilalamig. Walang kumot sa sala, naka-sando lang siya. Dali-dali akong umakyat sa kwarto at kumuha ng kumot. Tinakpan ko siya ng kumot na yun at tipong aakyat na ng narinig ko siyang magpasalamat.

Wala na si Matt ng magising ako ng alas-10. Sa kusina may malamig na french toast. Kinain ko ng malamig ang agahan at pumasok sa opisina. Wala parin si Matt ng makauwi ako ng gabi. Pagkatapos mag-luto at kumain, nanood ako ng tv sa sala, wala parin si Matt, hanggang nagising ako ng alas-dos ng madaling araw. Naisip ko kung nasaan na si Matt ng ganung oras at kung ano na ang nangyari sa kanya. Lumabas ako sa may pool para magpalamig at nakita si Matt na nakahandusay sa may upuan malapit sa pool. Gising si Matt at umiinom galing sa bote, sa baba ng upuan may tatlong bote ng Red Horse na ubos na at meron pang dalawa na hindi bukas. Halatang lasing na si Matt, malakas ang amoy ng alkohol sa kanya.

"Tama na yan," sabi ko sa kanya akmang kukunin ang beer sa kamay.

"I love the way you said that. It almost sounds like you care." sabi ni Matt. Hinayaan nyang kunin ko ang beer sa kamay nya.

"Pumasok ka na sa loob. Malamig dito."

"Another one! Ha! This must be my lucky day!"

"Matt, marami ka ng nainom."

"Why do you care? I mean I'm a mistake, right? Why do you care about your mistakes?"

"Is that what this is about? Kaya ka umiinom dahil sakin?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? But rest easy, I'm drinking because I made a mistake, a really bad mistake, the worst mistake I ever made." tumayo si Matt sa harap ko at hinawakan ang dalawang pisngi ko. Tumingin siya sa mata ko at tumahimik. Hindi ko alam kung anong gagawin niya. Ayaw ko siyang itulak baka matumba sa kalasingan.

"You, Kiros… you're the most beautiful mistake I ever made."

Naglakad si Matt papasok ng bahay at iniwan akong tulala sa kinatatayuan ko. Hindi ko na pinansin ang lamig kahit naninigas na ang katawan ko na parang nagyeyelo. Hindi ko alam kung hangin ang nagdala nun… o si Matt. Pagkarinig ko ng pagsarado ng pinto saka tumulo ang malakas na luha. Nandyan na naman sila. Ayaw na naman papigil. Sumabay sa pagbuhos ng luha ko ang pagbuhos ng ulan pero hindi ko magalaw ang paa ko para sumilong. Parang napako sa lupa hanggang tuluyan na akong mabasa ng ulan.

Pagka-umaga nagising ako na may lagnat. Sa lahat ba naman kasi ng lugar na pwedeng pagdramahan, dun pa ko sa umuulan. Umuulan pa din sa mga oras na yun. Hindi ako papasok. Nagreklamo ang tiyan ko sa gutom. Mag-aalas 8 pa lang. Sa kusina kumakain si Matt ng oatmeal. Pagkatapos tumingin sakin binalikan ang pagkain niya at nagkunwaring wala ako sa paligid. Nagbuhos ako ng kape sa tasa at umupo sa upuan na katapat ng kinauupuan niya. Wala akong magawa kung hindi titigan siya. Napakaamo ng kanyang mukha. Maliban sa pulang mata, aakalain ko na nasa harap ko ang pinakamagandang nilalang. Biglang kumirot and puso ko at lumakas ang tibok. Sabi ko na nga ba. Mukhang matatalo ako sa pustahan.

"Bakit?" tanong niya sakin. Napansin niya siguro ang pagtitig ko sa kanya.

"Tell me about your daughter," sabi ko sa kanya. Ngumiti din siya.

"Anong gusto mong malaman?"

"Kung anong gusto mong sabihin."

Tumahimik siya ng sandali, nagiisip kung anong sasabihin.

"Her name is Nicole… Nikki. She's 3. Kasama ng mama niya sa Australia. Dun ako tumira dati until two years ago when her mum and I… when her mum and I decided that we have to stop living a lie."

"Anong ibig mong sabihin?"

Tumahimik na naman siya para makapag-isip.

"Hindi ko mahal ang mummy ni Nicole," simula niya, "hindi rin niya ako mahal. Nagsama lang kami para sa bata. Nicole came out of nowhere, unexpectedly. Isang inuman ng magbabarkada, the next thing you know, her parents and my parents have agreed on a wedding. Ayaw naming pumayag. Her name was Celine, she was my bestfriend. Kilala namin ang isa't-isa. Alam ni Celine kung ano ako. At alam naming hindi kasal ang gusto namin. We went to Australia para tumakas sa kasal. We were practically prisoners. Ang bahay, pagkain, lahat bigay lang ng pamilya at mga barkada. Wala akong ginagawa dun. Celine met a new guy and fell in love kaya kailangan ko siyang bigyan ng space. Pumayag akong iwan sa kanya si Nikki with the promise that I will still be recognized as his father. Bumibisita ako dun once in a while and they call me."

Natahimik ako sa pagkukwento niya, akala ko may karugtong pa.

"Yun lang." dagdag niya.

"I'm sure she's a beautiful kid." sabi ko sa kanya.

"I'm her father, of course she's beautiful."

"Yabang…" Ngumiti siya at nawalan ulit kami ng pinaguusapan hanggang tanungin ko siya. "Did you mean what you said yesterday? Do you really think I'm a mistake?"

Tumingin siya ng matagal sakin bago nagsalita. Ulan lang sa labas ang naririnig namin.

"I don't know what to think."

"Because I think I'm in love with you."

Fuck! Sinabi ko ba yun sa kanya o sa isip ko lang? Parang hindi ko na napigilan, bigla na lang lumabas sa bibig ko. Tumahimik siya. Tang ina, sinabi ko nga yun, di ko inisip lang. Ngumiti siya sakin at walang sinabi.

"Pwede ba magsalita ka, para akong gago dito."

"What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know. Maybe you can tell me it's all a mistake. Diba favorite word mo yun? Maybe you can tell me it's just an illusion or something." Wala parin siyang sinabi.

Dinala niya ang pinagkainan sa lababo at hinugasan habang nakatingin lang ako sa kape ko na nangangarap na sana malunod na lang ako dito. Nangyari na ang kinatatakutan ko, ang magmahal. At hindi pa nga nagtatagal nasasaktan na ako agad. `Yun ang isang bagay kaya wala akong hinayaan na lumapit sakin ng ganito. Nabibigyan sila ng pagkakataon para saktan ka.

Hindi ako iiyak, sabi ko sa sarili ko. Kung hindi niya man ako gusto gaya ng pagkagusto ko sa kanya, wala na akong pakialam. Mabuti ng matapos `to bago pa masimulan.

"You're so stupid!" Sabi ko sa sarili ko ng malakas.

"Don't blame yourself. I'm just irrisistable." Putang ina nang-inis pa.

"You think this is a joke? God! Ikaw ang nagsabi sakin na masyado akong matigas, na di kita pinapatuloy," umiiyak na ako sa mga sandaling yun. "Then you take my defenses away, make me fall in love with you so bad and now you're laughing at me? Putang ina, anong tingin mo sakin, ha? Laruan?"

Lumapit ako sa kanya at pinaikot para magkaharap kami. "Look at me! Am I a toy to you, Matt?" Hindi siya nagsalita ng matagal hanggang…

"Are you really in love with me, Kiros?"

"Bingi ka ba?"

"Kiros, mahal mo ba talaga ako?" Hinawakan nya ang pisngi ko. Tumango ako bilang sagot sa tanong niya. Lumakas ang buhos ng luha ko. Natakpan ng tubig ang paningin ko. Sunod naramdaman ko na lang ang labi ni Matt sa labi ko. Isang malambot na halik. Niyakap niya ako at bumulong sa tenga.

"I knew I loved you the first time I ever laid eyes on you. I know that sounds crazy but well, I'm crazy. And
I'm crazy in love with you."

Natawa ako sa sinabi niya.

"Ang korni mo. Parang gusto ko na tuloy bawiin ang sinabi ko."

Bulong ko sa kanya.

"You know that's not true."

"Yeah… I know."

Niyakap niya ako ng mahigpit na sinuklian ko ng mas mahigpit na yakap. Hindi ako makapaniwalang sa iilang araw pa lang na magkakilala kami, ganito na ang mararamdaman ko para sa kanya. Pero hindi ako nagsisisi. Nawala ang takot ko sa kahit ano. Hindi ko maipaliwanag ang nararamdaman ko. At alam ko na ngayong gabi, hindi na ako iiyak.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Hindi naman status ang “LOVE”


Isang text message ang natanggap ko mula sa isang textmate. Ang totoo, hindi naman ito ang unang pagkakataong natanggap ko ang text message na ito, madaming beses na, pero ngayon ko lang naisipang sumulat tungkol dito. Ang sabi sa text: “So what if you are single, dating or in a relationship? At the end of the day, love is not a status.”

Nakakainis diba! Lalo na kapag nagsasagot ka ng mga application forms. Parati na lang tinatanong ang status mo. Single na nga ako sa mga application forms, pati ba naman sa totoong buhay eh single pa din.

Nakakatuwang isipin kung papaanong ang lipunan ay kayang isalarawan ang estado ng pakikipag relasyon ng isang tao sa pamamagitan lamang ng isang salita, na para bagang kaya na nitong bigyang kahulugan ang iyong buong pagkatao.

Sa aking pagkaka alam, ang marital status ng isang indibidwal ay pwedeng isalarawan sa siyam na paraan. Ito ay ang mga sumusunod:

1. Single --- a single person is one who is not married or in a romantic relationship. Single people may engage in dating to find a partner or spouse. Not all single people actively seek out a relationship, however, as some are content to wait for the 'right' person to enter their lives, while others do not seek relations at all due to being asexual or disabled.

2. Married --- Marriage is a social, religious, spiritual, or legal union of individuals. This union may also be called matrimony, while the ceremony that marks its beginning is usually called a wedding and the married status created is sometimes called wedlock.

3. Separated --- Legal separation (sometimes "separate maintenance," "divorce a mensa et thoro," or "divorce from bed-and-board") is a possible step towards divorce under the laws of many countries. A couple is legally separated only if the couple has successfully petitioned a court to recognize their separation; simply living apart does not constitute separation for these purposes.

4. Divorced --- Divorce or dissolution of marriage is a legal process that leads to the end of a marriage. Divorce laws vary considerably around the world. Divorce is not permitted in some countries, such as in Malta and in the Philippines, though an annulment is permitted.

5. Widowed --- A widow is a woman whose husband has died. A man whose wife has died is a widower. The state of having lost one's spouse to death is termed widowhood or (occasionally) viduity. The adjective is widowed.

6. Engaged --- An engagement is a promise to marry, and also refers to the time between proposal and marriage. During this period, a couple is said to be affianced, betrothed, engaged to be married, or simply engaged.

7. Annulled --- Annulment is a legal procedure for declaring a marriage null and void. Unlike divorce, it is retroactive: an annulled marriage is considered never to have existed.

8. Cohabitating --- Cohabitation is when people live together in an emotionally- and/or physically-intimate relationship. The term is most frequently applied to couples who are not married.

9. Deceased --- Death is the permanent termination of the biological functions that define a living organism. It refers both to a particular event and to the continuing condition that results thereby.

Isang salita para sa bawat isang tao. Nakakamangha kung paanong pwedeng ikategorya ng lipunan ang bawat isa sa atin. Kung papaanong pwedeng bigyan ng labels ang lahat.

Sa friendster nga, higit pa rito ang pwede mong pagpilian. May in a relationship, domestic partnership, at ang nakakatuwang status na: it’s complicated. Hindi lang yan, pwede mo ring ilagay kung ikaw ay interesado sa: Dating Men, Dating Women, Relationship with Men, Relationship with Women, Friends, Activity Partners o di kaya’y Just looking around. Sa guys4men nga, pwede mo ding ikategorya ang iyong sarili ng: chat only or looking for hook ups.

Kung susuriing mabuti. Hindi pwedeng isang salita lang magsalarawan ng totoong status ng isang tao. Halimbawa, madami kayang klase ng “single.” Bakit hindi rin kaya nila ito isama sa pwede mong pagpiliian sa status mo sa friendster? May single since birth, single by choice, single and happy, single and looking, single and enjoying, single and fooling around, single and dating, single and seeing a married guy, single and dating a couple, single and contented, single and doesn’t want to date, single but wants to be in a relationship, single blessedness, single and afraid of commitment at singles for Christ.

Kahit nga ang divorce ay may iba’t ibang uri din. May no-fault divorce, at-fault divorce, summary divorce, uncontested divorce, collaborative divorce, mediated divorce at kung ano ano pang terminolohiyo na sa huli’y ang ibig lang din namang sabihin ay wala ka ng asawa.

Kung ikaw ay nasa isang relasyon, sapat na bang sabihing ikaw ay “In a relationship”. Kaya na ba nitong ilarawan ang nararamdaman mo para sa iyong ka relasyon? Hindi ba’t maraming uri din naman nito. May in a relationship but wants to get out of a relationship, may in a relationship and happy, may in a relationship but sad, may in a relationship with someone who is in a relationship as well, may in a relationship with yourself, may in a relationship with work, may in a relationship with my book, my laptop or with my bed, may in a relationship with my dog, my cat or my bird, may in a relationship with a married guy, may in a relationship with my family, may in a relationship with the same sex, may in a relationship with a divorcee, may in a relationship with a ghost at may in a relationship with God. Hindi ba’t mas maganda kung ang status na ibininigay sa atin ay pwede nating i-personalize ayon sa kung sino o kung ano ang karelasyon natin?

Pag-ibig. Isa na marahil ito sa pinakapopular na topic sa buong mundo. Lahat ay naghahangad na maranasan ito kung hindi ma’y mabigyan man lang ng pagkakataong iparanas ito sa iba. Subalit ang pag big ay malayo sa status mo sa friendster, malayo ito sa tawag sa iyo ng lipunan, malayo ito sa nakasulat sa iyong mga applicaton forms. Nakakalungkot isipin na kayang ikahon ang ibig sabihin ng pag ibig sa isang salitang sing ikli lang ng single o di kaya’y married.

Sa huli, higit sa ano mang status sa friendster, ang totoong mas mahalaga ay ang totoong status natin sa buhay na hindi nakadepende sa iisang salita lamang. Higit na mahalaga ay ang pagmamahal natin sa ating mga sarili at ang pagbabahagi ng ating oras at panahon sa mga taong mahal natin. Higit na mahalaga ay kung papaanong isinasabuhay natin ang tunay na kahalugan ng pag ibig.

Sabi nga ng isang text message na aking natanggap, sa huli, ang pag ibig ay hindi naman talaga status.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Boulevard of Broken Dreams


Dreams.

Dreams are what people live for. Dreams are what people die for. Without dreams our existence would be but a meaningless joke played on us by indifferent powers.

Each day we conceive a multitude of dreams. Most of them we forget shortly after, others we discard as not possible on this world, but there are those precious few that we keep in our mind and mull over in hope of fulfilling them one day.

These dreams we bottle up and store away for the time being when their fulfilling will be possible. Much like wine, we put them with great care in the darkest corners of our souls, so that they won't disturb our every-day life, and sometimes forget about them --- to find them again at unexpected moments of life.

Why do we do that --- why not fulfilling them right away?

Who knows --- human beings are peculiar creatures. Maybe we are afraid to fail and get hurt. Maybe we are afraid that the fragile fabric of the dream will shatter on the cold face of reality. Or perhaps we believe that now is not the right moment and decide to wait for a more favorable time.

But storing dreams is a risky practice. Many times when we deem the moment appropriate, we dig the dream-bottle up, open it --- sometimes to share with others, sometimes to enjoy on our own --– and wait for a genie to come out and make the dream real, only to find out that the dream-wine has turned sour and is no longer fit for use, or that the bottle has been cracked and the dream has faded. At other times we shatter the bottle in our hurry, eagerness and inexperience and watch the precious substance spill and vaporize through our fingers, while we desperately try to cling to some of it.

And yet there are times when we manage to open the bottle and we offer to share the contents with another but find that this person prefers not to drink, or we find out that the dream has lost its appeal and is not what we thought of it at all --- after all, it has been a long while since we have seen the insides of that bottle.

At time like these, all you left to do is to realize that this dream is gone and a chapter of your life symbolized by that dream is closed. Life is constantly changing, eternally fluid and never stops in its tracks – and you have to adapt to its currents or be dragged underwater and fade away like smoke in strong wind. Find another dream, any dream, pursue it with fervor and do not let the momentary downfall put you on hold.

Dear friends of mine, I wish you to have no such moments of bitter realization –-- and if you cannot avoid it, may they be as few as possible and fleeting as such. Even in the darkest hour, remember that there are always those who are ready to aid you, if only you were to ask for their help.

Know that everything is for the best, after all, and shattered dreams may transform from mere illusions into something stronger and beneficial --- or give birth to altogether new things.

May each change prove easy on you.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

A Love Letter to my Friends


I am your friend and my love for you goes deep. There is nothing I can give you which you have not got, but there is much, very much, that, while I cannot give it, you can take.

No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in today. Take heaven!

No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present little instant. Take peace!

The gloom of the world is but a shadow. Behind it, yet within our reach is joy. There is radiance and glory in the darkness could we but see - and to see we have only to look. I beseech you to look!

Life is so generous a giver, but we, judging its gifts by the covering, cast them away as ugly, or heavy or hard. Remove the covering and you will find beneath it a living splendor, woven of love, by wisdom, with power.

Welcome it, grasp it, touch the angel's hand that brings it to you. Everything we call a trial, a sorrow, or a duty, believe me, that angel's hand is there, the gift is there, and the wonder of an overshadowing presence. Our joys, too, be not content with them as joys. They, too, conceal diviner gifts.

Life is so full of meaning and purpose, so full of beauty --- beneath its covering --- that you will find earth but cloaks your heaven.

Courage, then, to claim it, that is all. But courage you have, and the knowledge that we are all pilgrims together, wending through unknown country, home.

And so, at this time, I greet you. Not quite as the world sends greetings, but with profound esteem and with the prayer that for you now and forever, the day breaks, and the shadows flee away.

Friday, September 5, 2008

One day at a time


There are two days in every week about which we should not worry, two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.

One of these days is Yesterday with all its mistakes and cares,its faults and blunders, its aches and pains. Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control. All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday.

We cannot undo a single act we performed;we cannot erase a single word we said.

Yesterday is gone forever.

The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow with all its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise and its poor performance. Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.

Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise. Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow, for it is yet to be born.

This leaves only one day, Today.

Any person can fight the battle of just one day. It is when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities Yesterday and Tomorrow that we break down.

It is not the experience of Today that drives a person mad, it is the remorse or bitterness of something which happened Yesterday and the dread of what Tomorrow may bring.

Let us, therefore, Live but one day at a time.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Ang buhay ay isang papel.

Life begins as a blank piece of paper.

You write on, draw on, tear, erase, and otherwise alter the paper as your life goes on, but its still the same piece. It has the same potential as anyone else's, the same size. But you make it your own, you host your life, in all its shame and glory, upon that page.

And most people, they don't give a damn.

They're too busy getting pens and ink to look at your piece, let alone to colour their own. And there are those who seek to destroy their paper, or keep it blank and free from danger, but also the charm of a wide life.

But those souls you must look out for are the ones who seek to colour the paper of others, to tinge their lives with rainbow hues, to create a tapestry which spans over so much paper that God himself would have to step back and take a look.

For these are the true artists, who seek to express emotion through action, not word. Through deed, not drawing. Rather than place their expression on a canvas, they take it to the world, and spread it over everyone and everything they see.

This is the mark of the truly creative; he who can create hope where there was only dispair, she who can push those around her to new levels of greatness, and they who can do this for its own sake.

If you ever meet one of these people, do your best to return the favour.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Love no longer simply is


Why is everyone nowadays so mechanical?

After a string of dates and reasonably good conversation, it’s a relationship. After some sex and arguments, it’s over.
No one is in love anymore.

No one can stay up all night thinking of 1,000,000 reasons why they love their partner... Stare at them while they sleep, counting their hairs, their pores scattered all over their skin. Smelling the scent their being exudes.

Everyone is cautious, keeping a bit of themselves in a vault for safekeeping. Don’t give it all or you’ll lose it far too soon, they think.

Truly in love, just the thought can bring you to tears and distort the world around you. Until you’re blind and lead by your heart. You want to melt into him and never be separated. To trace with your lips every inch of his stature. Stare into the abyss of his ears, breathing unheard truths and pleadings. To prod his finger tips with yours in stark polarity yet perfectly in twine. To drink of his wine in never a hefty portion, yet drunk in intoxicated bliss.

But love is never that way anymore.

Love is diamond-studded and financially impressive. Love follows an itinerary and frowns when unscheduled. Love laughs at his old self who was content with just the way he was. Now love needs reason, justification, innovation.

Love no longer simply is.

Friday, May 30, 2008

I just write.


I just write.

I want my fingers to speak in cipher and symbol, in character and punctuation --- I want them to speed across an empty slate, filling it with idea and passion. I want others to read it, and I want them --- for a brief fleeting moment --- to see what I see. Understand the world through my eyes, and be brightened, saddened, twisted, bent, gyred, spun, and transformed.

It is not ego that drives me so --- there is nothing inside me so great that I must stop at nothing to get it out, no explosion of math and science and passion that threatens to tear me at my seams.

It is not sadness, madness, or gladness that makes me write these things --- it isn’t some overwhelming fire of humanity. My life is not a particularly interesting one, my struggles not particularly unique...

And yet --- there is something here. Something inside me, chewing away at every thought ---fattening like a worm in an apple ---- driving some arcane wheels in my head. Turning some dust-covered gears and animating my fingers to write, write, and write.

It is through this writing that you and I can grasp up to the heavens of our own design, and sit for a while, enjoying the gentle passage of time, like two idle lovers caught up in the healthy currents of life. I can turn to you, and as my fingers speak to you in confidential tones, you can see things.

Simple things sometimes, the gentle swell of sea on a shore, the delicate sway of a single strand of grass caught in the wind, eyes shining with starlight. Complex things too: an ant-hill overflowing with activity, a million times a million engines of desire performing those tasks which define them.

I will say: Can you see this all? Isn’t it beautiful? And then you might understand why I write. Then you might see what it really is that drives me forward, as surely as an electron spins itself into eternity. The ants, the beach, the grass, the people, the laughter, the light, the stars, the everything. Things which are neither bad, nor good --- nor do I wish to ever think in such black and white, love and hate, destroy and create terms. Things, which just are --- which in our tremendous winding up of life, we seem to miss.

We don’t treasure those tiny moments of time where the only thing that should matter is that single blade of grass, or that lovers shy glance, or that wave breaking gently on the shore. Torpid currents of life swirl us into balls of hate and envy, and darkness, and those moments are past. But they give birth to more light and laughter, and we ignore those too --- we Hunger too much, we Pain too much.

And one might think that my avoidance of the truth --- repelling from my words like corresponding magnetic fields --- is because I don’t have the truth. This of course is partially true, just like everything is partially true --- just as this phrase itself is partially true. And even before my words swallow themselves in a twisted-eight swirl of infinity --- I am still here, and my words still flow, and my purpose still exists. I don’t write because I mean anything, I don’t write because you mean anything.

I write because everything is beautiful and nothing is, simultaneously – as if by a magic that everyone practices but no one understands.

I write because when I write, I trap those lost moments of time like insects in amber, and I hold them up to the brightness and I make available that spark of mankind that is so transient in our busy lives.

I write because I am godless and naked and alone, and tired and sad, and frightened and terrible and thirsty.

I write because we are all those things, all of us in our own ways, and because this is one of the few ways in which I may drive it off for a while.

One of the few ways I can say Hello to the specter of death that hangs over every dew-drop that hasn’t yet been born, that wreathes me in a crown of my own thorns, and whispers to the sun in words of violet and orange.

I write because it allows me to cheat death at least for one more day, to proclaim in my own little, tiny, fleeting voice that everyone can be a beacon, can be a light in the planes of the lightless, and can Shepard their brothers through the valley of darkness.

Most of all, I just write.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Life is like a box of crayons.


Life is like a box of crayons.

At birth, you're given a great big box of them to share and add color to your life. Some colors get used more than others.

Sometimes, a crayon gets broken. A Bright color gets snapped in half and tossed in the garbage can, never to be returned. Sometimes you keep coloring. Sometimes you can't. That color was important.

Sometimes a crayon is gained, shared between two people. That color might be just perfect, and works great! Other times it's a different shade, but it will make do.

But, there is always one color left in the box.

Black.

It's normally unused until death. It's used to frame the picture. To add the final border to the coloring board of life.

Some people use it. They color onto other's pictures with it. Sometimes their own.

They use it to scribble out portions of the picture. Sometimes the portion isn't that important.

Sometimes it is.

Sometimes there are multiple blacks in the box when you open it for the day...

Sometimes there's only one, or it isn't even there.

It all depends, really.

All depends on the crayon box and the one who holds it.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

For everything we have missed, we have gained something else.


Last week, while having dinner at Recipes Greenbelt with a friend, it occurred to me that it had been months since I last posted something here in multiply. I can’t even remember the last time I posted a blog, or a video... which for me is a big thing considering that in the past, I post several entries in just one day.

On that note, I will not deny the fact that I had been receiving emails and messages from my friends and followers of my blog, asking me to update my site. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t had the time or should I say can’t find the time to accommodate their request. I surely felt that there were “more important” things in life that I had to take care of than post my works online.
And so I thought wrong.

After dinner, while buying coffee at Seattle’s Best, I saw an old friend from PeoleSupport. It was such a relief to see a familiar face. Allan hasn’t changed. He is still the same bubbly, cheerful guy with a big i-am-such-a-positive-person-i-want-to-share-the-positivity-with-you sign posted on his forehead. During our conversation, he asked me, “Why are you not posting anymore? Your audience misses you. Don’t you miss writing?"

I was caught off-guard. I had been asking myself the same thing for the past several months but I never expected someone to ask me the same question. That’s the beauty of just realizing things on your own; you don’t really have to answer it right away. You can just hold on to the thought and pray that someday, you will have the answer. But being asked by someone is different. You have to give a response weather that’s the truth or not as quickly as you can.

I went back to him and say, “I will next week. I just don’t have the time.”

The truth is I always had the time. I guess I just didn’t realize that there were actually people, real people at that, waiting for my work to be posted online. I forgot that sharing my composition pieces is just as important as making them and storing them in my laptop won’t do any good to humanity.

You see, I never missed writing because I never stopped composing things. If there’s anything in the world that I most passionate about, it will be that I am able to put to words the things inside my head. Writing has saved my life several times before and I owe a lot of what I have become from it. So I can never stop doing the only thing that makes sense to me.

So here I am, posting my first entry... first of the many. =)

Friday, January 25, 2008

I'm a walking contradiction...


I don't want to go out and meet new people.

I don't want to. I'm tired of it and I’m scared.

I already got my heart broken one too many times. I'm not ready to hand it out again.

I guess what I’m afraid of is that I’ll find someone new and fall in love with them and then get hurt again. I don't want to go through that. I really don't.

I mean, I do want someone to love and to be by my side, but I’m just afraid of falling in love again.

I'm a walking contradiction...

I want to fall in love, but at the same time, I don't want to experience the hurt and pain that is associated with it.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

So, naninigarilyo ka na naman?


“So, naninigarilyo ka na naman?”

Gusto ko ang opening line niya. Napaka-ordinaryo pero dahil nasa akin ang buong atensyon niya ng araw na iyon, masaya ako. Medyo maaskad ang pagkakabitiw niya ng tanong pero dahil parang droga ang tama niya sa akin, natural lang na hindi ako maasar.

So, nginitian ko siya sabay sabi ng ganito: “Wala to pauso lang ako.”

“Anong pauso? Masama yan.”

“Di naman. May iniisip lang kasi ako, kaya naisip kong manigarilyo.”

“Bakit di ka ba makapag-isip ng walang nakasuksok dyan sa bibig mo?”

“Nakakaisip naman kaya lang ano kasi mas nakakapag-isip ako ng mabuti pag me ganito eh.”

“So, ano, naka-depende ka na lang dyan habang buhay?”

Tila bad mood sya nung araw na yun. Actually bad mood din ako eh, kaya lang ayoko siyang sabayan. Mahirap sabayan ang galit nya, malamang sa hindi ako ang talo.

“Sabi ko nga, di na ko magsisigarilyo uli eh. Eto nga’t papatayin ko na o!”

So there goes my cig.

My last one.

Down the wet, cold earth.

It goes.

Like a rotten shit.

Dead.

“Ahm, nabasa mo na ba yung Love in the Time of Cholera ni Gabriel Garcia Marquez?” Bigla ay hirit ko. Gusto ko lang ibahin ang usapan. Although kating-kati na akong pumunta sa pinaka-malapit na tindahan para bumili ng stick.

“Ah yun? Oo naman di ba pinagduldulan mo pa nga sakin yun dati? Bakit mo naitanong?”

“Wala lang, naalala ko lang yung bidang lalake dun, si Florentino Ariza, alala mo?”

“Yup, yup. O bakit mo siya naalala?”

“Ano kasi, feeling ko kasi ako sya.”

Mula sa kawalan, biglang napatingin sya sa ‘kin. Seryoso yung mukha. Dead-serious. To the max. Ilang minuto lang biglang nagbago na yung reaksyon ng mukha niya tapos bumunghalit siya ng tawa. Yung klase ng tawa na pang-asar, yung nakakaloko.

Pero natutuwa ako pagganito ang itsura niya. Lumalabas ang pamatay niyang ngiti. Anak ng teteng. Kung pwede ko lang siyang bulungan ng ganito: Mahal kita, sobra, lampas langit, lampas impyerno. Gagawin ko, kung pwede. Kahit magmukha akong naghahabol na aso. Pero hindi pwede.

Sa totoo lang, hindi siya guwapo. Wala siyang dating kahit saang angulo ng mukha mo tingnan. Mapuputing ngipin lang ang salvation niya. Ordinaryo lang ang mukha niya, yung tipong lalampasan mo lang ng tingin sa karamihan kasi nga wala naman siyang katangian na magpapabalik sa iyo ng tingin. Sa katunayan, sa sobrang ordinaryo ng mukha niya, iisipin mong pangit siya o dahil walang dating, boring at walang sense kausap.

Pero kasi, iba kse sya. Ordinaryo man siya sa itsura, hindi ordinaryo ang isip niya. Tiklop ako, supalpal, barado, madalas mukhang tanga. Siguro ganoon ako, gusto ko yung pinagmumukha akong tanga para malaman ko na wala naman talaga akong binatbat. Na sagana lang ako sa tula at walang kwentang kuwento. Siya yung tagapag-paalala ko na wala akong karapatang magmalaki sa mundo kasi may mga taong katulad niya.

Sabi ng konsensiya ko: ”You’re just a little, dark dot... nothing more, nothing less.”
“Nyak. I-ikaw? Feeling mo si Florentino Ariza ka?” Tapos tumawa uli siya ng malakas.

Naisip ko, s##t, nakakatawa ba talaga yung sinabi ko? Seryoso naman ako. Akala ko pa naman intellectually stimulating yung binuksan kong topic.

“In what ways were you two alike? Baket impassioned nympho ka rin ba? At sino naman ang iyong Fermina Daza? Tapos tumawa uli siya.

Kung ibang tao lang siguro ang kaharap ko, malamang naupakan ko na sa mukha. Seryosong seryoso ka sa pakikipag-usap, tapos bibirahan ka ng tawa. Dyahe yun. Badtrip.

“Naisip ko lang na parang ako si Florentino in the sense na pareho kaming engot pagdating sa pag-ibig. We both take pleasure in the pain of unrequited love. Parang ganun.”

“Namputcha naman yang mga hirit mo. Yuck. Kelan ka pa nahilig sa love and all those mushy bullshit. Akala ko pa naman astig ka. Yuck ka!”

Bigla akong natameme. May mga lalake din palang OA mag-react. Tapos sinisi ko ang sarili ko kung bakit nabanggit ko pa sa kanya yung lintek na librong yun. Bigla akong nahiya. Pero nag-try akong bumawi. Kahit supalpal na, lalaban pa din ako.

“Ano kasi, ala lang, naisip ko lang kasi. Siguro nga malayo kami ni Florentino sa ilang aspeto pero kase naisip ko, possible naman yun di ba? Putek, di bale na nga lang kalimutan mo na lang na nabanggit ko yun.”

Siyempre pakunsensya epek ako. Tapos, nahalata niya siguro na medyo nag-iba yung panlasa ko. Gusto ko na nung mag-walk out kaya lang di ko magawa. Nahiya ako, gusto ko pa naman sanang magpa-impress.

“Sus. Kaw naman, tampo agad. Alam mo kasi, ano eh, gago kase ang dating sa ‘kin ni Florentino dun sa book. Tragis, sino bang sira-ulo ang maghihintay ng 55 years para lang maangkin ang taong minamahal niya? I mean, alam mo yun, tapos kung kani-kaninong babae siya naki-pagsex tapos igigiit niya na all through those long years, he remained pure and virgin for Fermina. That’s bullshit. Wala, sira ulo lang ang mga taong gumawa nun. I mean, siguro magkakagusto ako sa isang babae, pero hindi ako ganoon ka-martir na mag-iintay ng kalahating century para sa babae.”

Natameme uli ako. Hindi ako sang-ayon sa sinabi niya. Nagmamarakulyo ang isip ko sa mga binitawan niya. Gusto kong sabihin na may ganung klase ng pag-ibig. Na merong mga tao na willing mag-hintay ng ilang taon para lang maibalik sa kanila yung pag-ibig na matagal nilang itinanim. Gusto kong sabihin sa kanya na pwedeng mangyari yun, na kaya ko nasabing nakaka-relate ako kay Florentino dahil pakiramdam ko, duon ako patungo ngayon. Gusto kong i-explain sa kanya na totoo si Florentino Ariza, na pwede siyang mag-exist. Pero siyempre natameme na naman ako. Supalpal. Sapol na sapol.

“Onga, kabaliwan siguro yung pinagsasabi ko. Siguro nga sira ulo si Florentino Ariza. Sige, kalimutan mo na yung sinabi ko. Malayong maging ako si Florentino Ariza.”

“So ano, tara na, pasok na tayo sa loob?”

“Ahm, dito muna ko. Magpapahangin lang.”

“Sure ka? O sige. Basta wag ka na lang magsisigarilyo ha?”

“Sige. Pramis.”

Para makasiguro, kinuha nya yung lighter ko. Tapos nakangiti siyang pumasok sa loob. Ako, naiwan sa labas, nag-iisip pa rin. Tumingala ako sa langit pero wala akong langit na nakita... puno lang ng saging. Tapos kinapa ko ang bulsa ko. Meron pang naiwang isang stick.

I smiled.

A foolish one.

Because somehow I knew I’ve fooled him.

But I’m dead.

Foolish are fooled not once.

Ginala ko ang tingin ko tapos, nakisindi ako ng siga.

Friday, January 4, 2008

Tulog na mahal ko... tabi tayo...


There is something about sleeping with another that changes the very foundation and sense of what sleep is and how it works.

To sleep alone provides the needed rest. The sheets are comforting, the blanket warm.

When I think of sleeping with you, I think of something different. Sleeping alone refreshes the body. Sleeping with you refreshes and strengthens the spirit.

My favorite sleep is in the rainy days, in the cold. It is my favorite because the comfort and the warmth of the bed are accentuated. There is the feeling of the softness and texture of the sheets surrounding and comforting your body. The chill of the air has made the sheets cold, but I also know that my body heat will warm them quickly. With two of us, I know the sheets warm that much more quickly because of the shared warmth.

After the sheets come the blankets, which bring warmth with them, too. They bundle around us, and make us cozy. I am not sure why this feeling is wonderful to me, perhaps it has to do with the childhood memory of being bundled in a mother's arms, carried in security.

The comfort of the bed, the soft firmness of the mattress and warmth of the sheets and blankets, becomes something more with you in the bed with me. It expands, and is a shared experience. It's like the difference between seeing a movie alone, or with someone; it’s like going on a roller coaster alone, or with someone. When you are with someone, the experience is shared and enjoyed because of the sharing.

The sharing of bed with you becomes a means of sharing simple pleasure in comfort. It is one of the most basic things that one can share. When we both climb in together, this sense of sharing is an unconsious but very real thing that makes sleep of a fundamentally higher quality. The sense of comfort moves from the physical to the emotional with this sharing.

Some of my feelings may be from sharing warmth, because when in bed with you, even when we do not touch, I can sense and feel your warmth. If it is especially cold, when we first snuggle in, we can be closer, and warm each other. It is almost as if in a time of need, you reach out to me with your being, and use it to envelope and support me.

Touch between lovers is the physical manifestation of the emotional union. This is why having sex is termed making love. Sleeping with the one you love has the same sense of physical bonding that reflects the emotional bonding. I love to touch you at night.

Sometimes it is just our legs brushing against each other, or a hand or arm touching to remind me that you are there and with me. At other times, the ability to reach out and touch you, to feel your body move as you breathe, provides the comfort and security of the emotional union during sleep.

Perhaps the most relaxing and intimate thing to experience in bed is to be spooned. To literally be enveloped in the warmth and love and comfort, expressed physically, is something I cherish. To spoon you, brings out the feelings of protecting, love and support I naturally wish to express. When you allow me to spoon you, it is an acceptance of my love and protection which is tremendously satisfying.

After the hard day, with stresses and problems, the world can simply melt away. I strip myself down, naked so that I can feel the warmth and touch, and climb under the covers. Laying on my side, I feel the covers briefly turn down, and then your touch as you climb in with me. The sensation of your body as it presses against mine begins the immediate sense of relaxation.

As you snuggle close, and your arm wraps around me, your legs slightly entwine with mine, my eyes close, and there is nothing in the world but you, covering me, protecting me, loving me.

I relax, and sleep...

A sleep that refreshes the soul as well as the body.

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Trick of Fate: Happy monthsary Dee


I love him. At least I think I do.

I love the way he tastes, the way he makes my heart skip a beat when I see him, how that he makes me feel so wonderfully, how I can be myself around him. I don't know if I am 'in love' as they say, but I know that I love him deeply. And I think, I know, he loves me too.

Is that something that I question against? No, I just know for a fact that I love him and that if you love someone, then you have a bond, especially if the other has feelings for you too. Oh I don't claim to be a genius on this subject, no; I have had little experience in actually loving someone. I’ve gone out with a variety of people but never have I felt what I feel around him.

No.

Maybe this is the real thing, maybe, but maybe it's only puppy love. But if its puppy love, then why in only a few weeks do we know each others life stories, aspirations, dreams, future plans? Why do we constant cling to each other and face the world as if we'll never be apart? Why is it that we can joke around and yet still be serious?

When we talk, it's like the worlds just flow, and when they do stop, the silence is perfect, not harsh nor cold. It's perfect, like the way he holds my hands, shelters me from the cold, kisses my lips as he tells me that I would look beautiful no matter what. It's almost as perfect as the way he says the most perfect things, at always the right time.

I need him. I need his smile, his laugh, his voice, his arms. But I think he needs me too. He needs to know how a rose smells on a spring day, how innocent a young love can be, but how real at the same time. He needs me to tell him that time is valuable but a missed date means nothing because there will be other dates, other movies, other walks. But it is he who tells me that every missed second is a second away from paradise, a second away from heaven.

Sometimes I just look at him and think; maybe I’ve been through so much bad to have this little piece of good. And that makes it all worth while.

He told me I was a diamond in the rough, but it is he who makes me shine and glimmer as a crown jewel. He tells me as our fingers entwine and do a sacred dance, of plans of years to come. Never doubting for a second the length of this relationship, it's like he knows that we'll last. He has confidence for the both of us.

And as I rest my head on his shoulder and he whispers loving words in my ears, I think that maybe he's right, that we will stay together longer than the average.

I turn and face him, and as he smiles, I tell him that I believe in him as much as he believes in me.

He tells me he loves me, and as we kiss...

I think, I love you too.

Happy monthsary Dee.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

This I so believe


I believe in my mother. I know most children do, but saying it as an adult, I feel it carries much more impact. So I say it now: I believe in my mother perfectly, unquestioningly, not least because we seem to agree on nearly everything. She and I are like the same person, one future, one past, but both in the same present.

She taught me many things, but the first and most important was always, “love yourself”. Never falter in loving who you are, what you are. Never tell yourself that you're not attractive... never tell yourself that you're stupid. Be unashamed. Feel handsome, and you will look it, feel smart, and someday you will achieve it. One is not set in stone, but is a living, breathing person, capable of mutations and changes galore. Wear your skin and hair and face and heart like designer clothing. She told me this in not so many words every day and I took it to heart, and still do. I relish myself, my shortcomings as well as talents, because they've made the person that so many other people are proud to call a friend.

She taught me compassion. Don't hate someone just because they stutter when they speak. Don't make fun of or ignore them just because they happen to be a boy and have a boyfriend or a girl and have a girlfriend. Talk to them. Treat them like you would any other person, and pass on the love a little bit. Who knows, you could meet the person who ends up being your best friend or saving your life from a giant snake like that, and all because you decided to delve a little deeper.

She taught me to fight the man, the oppressor. Don't let them push you down, stereotype you, sort you into neat little sects for them to catalogue and file away. Don't let commercialism or money monopolize your life and push out love and happiness and all the things that really matter. Don't get so lost in personal gain that you forget that there are others around you.

She taught me that everyone's life is their own. Do what you wish, but don't condemn others who do things you would never do - it's their life, their body, their choice. People every day are abused and harassed because they chose to abort a baby - called sinners, murderers, bad parents. And yet, is it our place to judge these people that we've probably never even met, over the life of a baby that may not have been the best life in the first place?

Of course, this also brings up the matter of religion. People are killing each other now, and have been since the beginning of time, over religion. Countless deaths, all for a thing we can't see, in the name of something written down in an old book. And yet, who cannot say they've felt spiritual at least one point in their life? Who can say they haven't felt connected, felt like for one moment everything is perfect? If people could learn to share in that joy, rather than tie themselves down to petty squabbles over what color robe Jesus was wearing at the last supper, perhaps the world would be a better place.

Most importantly, she taught me to love. Everything and everyone, regardless of who or what they are. She taught me to accept, to reserve judgment until I've got evidence, to always give someone the benefit of my doubt.

She taught me to forgive, but not to forget: oh no. Forgive and learn, my friends. Save up your past mistakes, so that you can learn from them in time, and perhaps love even more because of it. The world could always use a little more love.

I believe in my Mother, soundly and perfectly.

I believe in life, love, and John Lennon: "whatever gets you through the night, that's all right."

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Once the butterflies fly away

I used to think that finding someone you clicked with, someone who made your stomach feel sick, your hands to start to shake and your whole body feel off balance... was always going to mean it was something special.

But these are things that just happen --- they're not a result of something he's doing for you. He isn't making these things happen, they just are.

What I've come to realize is... once the butterflies fly away... and the sickness subsides, what matters is how he makes you feel on purpose --- the feelings he can cause in you that are every bit of his control...

His calling to say "hi", quoting a movie line to make you laugh or learning to accept that you like the one team in basketball he can't stand.

These are the feelings that do not just fade away in time, because he won't let them...

If it's really something, he'll be able to make you feel those things...

no matter the circumstance.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Plunge in...

When men betray you --- and they will betray you --- use this as an opportunity to forgive, as a heighted experience from which you can make music, write poetry, paint paintings.

Believe me, you will be privy to a world that's more vivid than your crayons... more colorful than those snapshots your father is so fond of... a place where your creativity is queen.

So plunge in...

Say yes...

Fall recklessly in love.

Feel more deeply than your friends do. Hit the heights, descend into the depths. Kiss the lads smack on the lips and move on --- like it did.

I survived love...

And you will too.