March 30, 2006 at 2:43 am · Filed under Uncategorized
The long awaited spring is finally peeping thru…the falling of cold winter snow is now displaced by the frequent pouring of rain and in coordination with the rising temperature, the knee-leveled snow that stubbornly overstaying on the ground is now slowly melting. I feel disgustingly thankful of the mud that’s now sticking on my boots and of the mud that is now lying on the once immaculately white ground. It has been a very long winter…complaining is not the term but impatience. A couple of weeks ago, i saw a bird building its nest on a tree that’s bare and covered with snow. Just like the bird my body and mind believe that it is time to explore and just like the bird…my wings want to fly me to places familiar and places i’ve yet to discover.
March 4, 2006 at 12:56 am · Filed under Uncategorized
What do i miss?
I miss the sound of transistor radio in the morning during a stormy season. Waiting for ‘walang pasok’ announcement.
I miss climbing trees. The thrill of being at the top of a guava tree while swaying with the wind.
I miss brownouts. The kwentuhan, playing with shadows and just being home.
I miss waiting for the magpopotpot and magbibinatog in the afternoon. Hmmmm…yum, yum!
I miss wading in rain, muddy water. Kahit na mapagalitan ako.
I miss biking from our house to greenhills and the ever dangerous metro manila roads. I realized biking won’t make your legs bigger.
I miss waiting for my salary in robinson’s galleria…and finding out it won’t be due until the next day.
I miss attending the mass in Edsa shrine. The sermons of Fr. Soc.
I miss painting. Messing up a canvas, getting my hands dirty with paint.
I miss going out in the middle of the night just to buy whatever in seven eleven with my pamangkins. When the street is not so busy.
I miss my guitar. sorry i sold you.
I miss the payphones in the Philippines. The irritating line in front and at your back.
I miss my room in pasig. Small, not fancy but full of creation and it was cozy.
I miss gardening. The roses i collected, the bonsai plants i planted…all gone and dried now.
I miss the cycle of having a crush. The start of pa-cute-an, the kilig, the DOB, the closeness then the slowly fading feelings ending in nothing and then start allover again.
I miss creating things with my own hands. The sawdust, sanding remnants, the smell of varnish…rough hands…the smile on my face after.
I miss the unpredictability. No idea what tomorrow awaits. The excitement of getting up in the morning knowing something new will happen.
I miss swimming in the pool. The smell of chlorine, the sound of splashing water with every stroke, the calmness and the sleepiness it brings.
I miss OTPI. Sleeping in my station, the breakfast in mcdo, the long breaks in g4, filling out the blanks in reports, listening to the voice of dr. bermudez.
I miss lugaw with tokwa’t baboy sa rosario, tapsilog sa pag-asa, candy sa garapon ni ti irene, the hot newly baked monay nila alvin, squidballs sa makati and langlang ni nanay.
I miss my pets…arjews, my very snobbish, aristocrat cat. my only cat who knew his name; bush, my 100-peso dog. he was so much like me…playful, hindi nangangagat, loyal, determined, he didn’t give up when he was runover by a jeepney. Wherever you two are now, thank you for the friendship.
I miss crying out my pains in the adoration chapel of edsa shrine.
Lastly, i miss change.
