Para Kay Migo

Sabi nila, ang matapang ay walang-takot na lumalaban.

Ang sabi ko naman: Ang tunay na matapang ay lumalaban
Kahit natatakot.

-Jose F. Lacaba, Tagubilin at Habilin

Alam niyo yung pakiramdam na tumayo sa medyo edge ng platform ng LRT o MRT tapos may dumadaan na train? I love that feeling. Lalo na kapag nakikita ko sarili ko sa salamin kahit sobrang bilis na ng takbo and at the same time nakikita ko ang mga tao sa loob nito. Di sila gumagalaw pero actually mas mabilis pa ang displacement nila. The best part - when the last cable car passes at dahil sa siguro torque at aerodynamics, para bang hinigop na ng train ang kaluluwa mo and it leaves you breathless. At yung bonus pang sudden silence pagkatapos niyang dumaan.

This is how I feel pag kasama ko si Migo.

Ngayon, single na ako. Single na siya. Wala kaming pananagutan sa isa't isa pero ewan ko. May um something kami pero everytime we try to talk about it, wala kaming napapala. Malabo pa rin at magulo. We never seem to come to a compromise and I dont trust myself with him. Pakiramdam ko he doesnt trust me either. 

Parang tren lang, hinahayaan ko ang sarili ko na maramdaman ang pagbulusok nito sa hangin, pinapakinggan ang pagkaskas ng bakal sa bakal. Kahit alam kong mapanganib at ipinagbabawal ang pagtayo ng sobrang lapit sa tren, hinayaan ko lang ang sarili ko na maranasan ito.

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PS.

Parang ang sikat na ni Migo sa blog ko ah. 

Tampok rin siya sa mga sumusunod na entry:

1. http://carnalcircus.blogspot.com/2010/09/habang-atin-ang-gabi.html

2. http://carnalcircus.blogspot.com/2010/08/high-and-dry-but-wet.html

3. http://carnalcircus.blogspot.com/2010/10/kinantot-ng-malas.html

Your Favorite Mistake

Bago tumatak sa isip niyong completely heartless ako, I'd like to share with you a picture of the sweetest bouquet I've ever receieved in my life.

Let's say it's from M.

I met M when we were college freshmen, dormmates in a residence hall aptly called "Kalayaan". We were both not from the Metro Manila area. He was from Bicol. Uragon. Visual peg : Hermes Bautista from PBB Double UP. He had the same body build, same facial expressions and same bad-boy appeal but a little bit shorter probably.

Nakilala ko siya nung second sem na, when he started showing up at dorm activities for which he looked extra tasty. We went out a few times and he made the mistake of giving me a phone when I lost mine. And I lost the phone he gave me after 24 hours. Saklap diba. Nag-sorry ako pero he even laughed about it, "Ano ba naman yan, bibigyan na nga lang kita ng 5110. Haha!"

There wasn't anything extraordinary about his personality. He was nice, not too sweet, sobrang galante and I was always the boss. He showed up to the culminating activity at the end of the year where um residents' academic accomplishments were recognized. Hindi naman siya mukhang matalino at nagulat ako nung tinawag yung pangalan niya para kunin ang certificate. Apparently, college scholar siya which meant that his weighted average was 1.75 or better.

After dinner, he gave me this:

A flower he just took from one of the tables' centerpieces and wrapped it with his certificate.

That was three years ago.
During the summer, I just stopped responding to his messages and we lost contact.
I haven't received a sweeter bouquet since.
And he probably hasn't made a bigger mistake than me.