kwentuhan 2008

some stories i’ve yet to write:

1. ‘Pakshet’ converted into a roadtrip script. Have to start from scratch. (oy isoli mo na folio ko!)

2. Literalulu. A children’s story about a girl who sees everything literally.

3. Chapter 6 of Lone Road introducing a new character who will investigate the mysterious death of Dagoria.

4. The Death story about a man who never knew life.

5. The Lamp post script for an ambitious animated short film. Ten years from now.

6. Another children’s story about a boy who knew ‘everything.’

so start writing jay

spaceissuchanoverratedword.imeanit’sjustaspace.acold,emptyspace.hardtolookatespeciallywhenyour’ealone.whoneedsspaceanyway?

wow si Junior marunong nang mag-surf at mag-blog.

mahal na talaga kita.

[special thanks sa namimigay ng libreng wifi signal sa kabila, padalhan mo na lang ako ng bill]

there were lights
coming every second
passing
going
giving way
wasn’t hard to see
even in the morning

songs of doom and gloom
of war and waste
of lives not lived
i remembered
they were beautiful
your hands
flying
and i was restless

we drove past seven exits
seven, count ‘em
and we waited for the eighth
but it didn’t come
and we were waiting

we saw a man
knocking at cold windows
empty hand asking
empty hand sent away
emptied my pockets to give a dime
but the line moved
and he’s gone

the exit, you said
told many stories
but i never bothered
to hear them
it’s alright
come to think of it
you wouldn’t tell me anyway

it’s the eighth
slowing down
turning right
your hand still flying
catching air
i’m still restless

time found us
and we were waiting

there were lights
coming every second
passing
going
giving way
it wasn’t hard to see
how it turned out to be

++

Yeah, because I’m a big fan of group pictures, here’s AMi and their happy, happy faces. Kulang lang dito yung 3 naming boss. Tsaka yung bagong trainee.

So ano ang point ng picture na ‘to? Well, aside from the fact that na mas mahaba na ang buhok ko (sa kili-kili, not pictured), e hindi kami mare-recognize sa OSA ‘pag naging org kami.

first row: ka-elbi pau, warren the new guy, ely, ang jay sa office namin, jayson, jane. 2nd row:  aldrich, melvin, ka-elbi keith. 3rd row: happy non-couple migs and annie.

Is AMi the new FNi? Hmm.

It was an unbearably small feeling, and yet it’s there. Sometimes he forgets that he  has one, taking his usual dosage of never-ending dreams. What a pity, for what he sees as the most trivial of all feelings, it is really the most potent one. The one that can cure his illness. And yet he ignored it just the same. I sometimes think that this… business of neglected affair is in fact his deliberate attempt to prove a point. But then the point was already forgotten, piled under his usual forgettable thoughts and discarded past that became one of mankind’s greatest mistakes. What a pity.

This morning, he sat by the window, staring at the little people minding their little lives, his right hand holding a glass of water — half-empty or half-full, he wasn’t sure — while the other was resting in his pocket, his fingers playing with the few change left from the last night’s trip. Even though he can’t hear it, he liked the sound of his fingernails scratching the silver edge of the coins, as if resonating across his empty room. Hours of staring at a crowded nothingness, and fingers twitching in the dark — ah, a sight to behold: a man staring down like a god, unmoving.

And then he jumped, still holding his glass of water, and woke up dead.

You offered change. I offered choice. But what’s the difference?

The telltale sign of one’s uncertainty is in full bloom this month. The choice to improve on one’s life, and the change of one’s path to that ’somewhere’. Good, yes, but somehow I wasn’t so sure about it.

What’s the difference, you ask?

Now.

Now is different.

Three months ago, my answer would be different, and this post would be different.

But that was three months ago.

Give me a week. To think.

I need a motorcycle. And a diary.