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.