Tomorrow

A chance for those who failed
A curse for those who ache
A gift to those who laze
A trap to those fulfilled
A milestone to those in hurry
A burden to those who worry
Some begin with sunshine
Others, With sunsets
Not promised,yet promising
A mist is what it really is.

 

When does the rain seem lonely?

Her fingers dug into the keys as she pushed herself to finish everything. Even though enclosed in her room, she felt the cold January air. She then heard the droplets of rain, the swishing sound of cars as they zoomed into the wet highway. She felt good. Definitely warm. She headed to the kitchen, only to find the jar empty. It then became a gloomy day.

Starting over again

” And now we’re starting over again, it’s not the easiest thing to do. I’m feeling inside again, ’cause every time I look at you, I know we’re starting over again.” I was LLSed. But it didn’t end there, the lyrics made me think of many “restartings” and I’ve got to admit none of them is really easy.

1. Starting over an assignment or report

     Yep. This sucks. When all you can do is gape while all your efforts go down the drainage. Either because you think your work is literally  trash or because your teacher thinks so. New ideas, new plot, deeper vocabulary and deeper comprehension. On the contrary, you have this idea of what to avoid and what to include.

2. Starting over a conversation

      The mouth was made for speaking, and despite the fact that talking improves speech, it pisses people if they are to repeat words over and over again. Something will be missed, something may be added. Tip: Listen carefully and speak slowly.

3. Starting over a new sleep

        You’ve been twisting and turning in bed for hours and when your eyes finally drooped, your brother suddenly barges in the room to ask some stupid question. Seriously? What have you done to deserve this?

4. Starting over a relationship

        Maybe this is the hardest and most sensitive. This is the part where scars are licked and chances are given. Emotions, should I say, are more fragile yet reserved. Past mistakes may be thrown in your face. But there are lessons learned. This is no longer the testing ground. Somehow, its more secure because you’ve been here but there are barriers. But those barriers may serve as foundations in rebuilding a new relationship.

5. Starting over a book

       Now this is what I love best. Rereading a book. It’s like going home. With the characters as my friends and enemies. Yet it’s not easy,going through the conflicting emotions of the characters again, of wanting to slap the characters with their book again.

 

We start over again everyday. Every single day is a chance to do more and be more. We go through cycles, just again and again and again. 

 

 

Mamang Driver

She paid a hundred pesos. He humiliated her with a sarcastic question. She answered still with respect. He kept insisting her to pay the exact amount. She searched to get it over with and was given coins by another kind passenger. He shut up. And still kept going farther when she said stop. She hated him for his lack of manners and pitied him for his ignorance. He had just made a record.

Acquainted

 

 

When we go through life, we make friends, we make enemies and most often, we make acquaintances. Friends and enemies pull out so much emotions from us. An acquaintance is lighter. Someone you could share your simple hello and your cheerful goodbye. One who would accompany you because she’s too shy to refuse. I met an acquaintance from our school paper, she was always so jolly, just simply natural. We simply clicked! She would share ALL her thoughts, from crushes to travels to experiences, as if you’ve been friends all your life. I would always see her combing her hair a hundred times in the comfort room, then, we would talk about how we have no experience in journalism and how we loved cramming.  Just recently, we started heading home together when our schedules allowed us, not planned, we simply do.She gave me a subtle encouragement–intentional or not–that I am so thankful for. We were in the school bus on our way home, there were high school students getting off, each one of them bidding farewell ( Ingat Ms! Bye Ms! Ms.,report ko bukas ah?) to the teacher behind our back. She looked at me and said:” Swerte! Konti nalang babatiin ka na rin ng ganyan!” It made me realize that “Yes, I want that.” Unfortunately, she had to go away.  We could have shared and made more stories, we could have dieted together, we could have been friends. Sometimes, I’d even expect her to see her in the hallways and ask me if I have finished my paper. This realization struck me: that maybe the small things we thought of are really the big ones we didn’t pay enough attention to. There is regret because we could have been able to get to know each other better. Joy, because we had something light, something fresh.

 

 

 

‘Tis the season to be jolly

 

After all the cramming, lesson plans, and reports, the bells of Christmas, in their white lights, have finally come to my rescue. I always wonder why Christmas has this different air–not just the sudden chill–but this emotion/atmosphere of getting together, sharing stories and reminiscing old laughs. It simply washes away our worries, our inhibitions, sometimes it makes us feel like the same old carefree child we used to be. Holiday is also a time to look back and sometimes it makes me feel a sudden feeling of melancholy. Every Christmas, one or two relative would be away–to go to work, some would be at another country, others have passed away. There may be same songs played, same food eaten, same faces lit, but there is always a change–be it be good or bad. If ten years ago, I’d ask my mama to buy me Bibingka,she would nag me now if I wouldn’t buy her one. Before, we were the ones waiting to be served food, but now, it seems that the tables have turned. Sadly, some members were not there anymore to share stories and drinks with us. It makes us treasure who and what we have today because they may not be there next Christmas, they may not be there to listen to your embarassing moments and give you advices you’ve already memorized by heart. It seems that I’ll always look forward to this season–more excited or less excited. Christmas is about birth, about sharing, about reflecting,ordinary to some yet ’tis a season to be jolly.