I Love The Rain Even If It Reminds Me Of You.

The weather’s crazy, I know.

Pero meron lang talagang kakaibang hatak ito sa akin. Kaya kanina, ewan ko, biglang naisipan kong mag-adventure sa ulan. Oo may lakad talaga ako dapat (may bibilhin dapat ako), pero pwede naman yun bukas na lang or sa Friday.

Alam mo yun, nung naririnig ko yung ulan sa labas kanina, nafeel ko lang talaga na kailangan ko siyang maramdaman sa aking mukha.

At ayun nga, lumabas ako, sumakay ng jeep, nagikut-ikot sa UP, nagjeep papuntang SM, tumawid papuntang Trinoma, bumili ng kape sa Dunkin Donuts ng Trinoma at dinala sa open area sa taas, at nagkape at donut habang umuulan.

Ang sarap lang.

At hindi naman nasayang ang lakwatsa kong iyon, dahil may nauwi akong idea at emo para sa isang ficlet. Hehehehe.

Enjoy

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DISCLAIMER: Babae po ang persona, baka isipin niyo ang bading bading ko. Hahahaha. Yun lang.

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I Love The Rain Even If It Reminds Me Of You.

It was raining.

It was raining very hard.

I don’t know what came over us, but we just threw away our little pink and blue umbrellas and decided to walk under the crazy explosive showers.

I kicked off my sandals, you pulled off your shoes, and we allowed the wetness to trickle down our hair, our necks, our breasts, our legs, and in between our toes.

You looked down at our feet then looked me in the eyes. You just snickered and smiled. I shivered and giggled just like the little girl who I used to be.

It was just you, me, and the rain.

Then you held me tightly, placing my ear by your breast, allowing me to hear the beating of your heart.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too.”

I heard nothing but your deep soothing reassuring voice and the swift but steady pounding of your heart.

It was cold.

And it was warm.

Sundance

You aimed at the sky, pulled your imaginary bow taut, and released, shooting your imaginary arrow straight up.

And the sky danced along with your laughter as your arrow pierced through the wind and through the sun.

Eventually you waited. You waited, waited, waited, waited and waited for your arrow to come back.

But nothing came.

There was no arrow.

Nothing came.

Except for the dance of the sun. The playful golden rays bathed you in light’s calescence.

And you began to glow as you become entangled with the infinitely warm and glorious silent music.

Arrow? What arrow?

I don’t think you remembered any arrow being shot up. And I don’t think you even remembered waiting for it.

For at that moment, there was only you, the wind, the sun…

… and its dance.

–12:58am. 15 July 2008.
–edited 10:49pm. 15 July 2008.

So Who’s Gonna Watch You Die?

Inspired by one line from Death Cab for Cutie’s What Sarah Said. Just google for the lyrics if you want to.

Wrote this a few months ago. Didn’t want to publish it at first. I don’t know why. So it just sat there in my documents folder along with a few other writings

I always found it so hard to deal with loss. I didn’t know what to do after losing something, or someone.

Teddy: “Anong gagawin mo kung may nawala sa yo?”
Jett: “Hahanapin.”
Teddy: “Kung hindi mahanap?
Jett: “Papalitan.”
Teddy: “‘Pag hindi mapalitan?”
Jett: “Kakalimutan.”
Teddy: “Eh kung hindi makalimutan?”
Jett: “Edi tatanggapin”.

(snatched from Tulad ng Dati)

I wish it were that easy.

Ficlet is after the jump.

EDIT: June 23, 2008. Added a few lines.

Log Me Out

Another attempt. I’m doubting I’m good at this, as I found this one a bit vague.

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Who are you?

I don’t really know.

Well then…

Huh?

Log me out.

What?

Click.

And the blinking vertical black bar just stares at me, waiting for the next clackety clacks to blacken the invisible curves and lines of the white electronic paper.

I stare back.

Log me out.

Click.

Ficlet #1

Fiction + let = ficlet. An attempt.

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I stared at the stainless steel doorknob. It was your tiny hand that last held the silver and gray ball of the wooden portal.

Off to Broadway you were, to chase dreams larger than dreams I have ever imagined.

I grasped the doorknob, gave it a twist and pulled the door open.

You were still there, around only 6 feet away. The golden layers of the sun were playing with the red-white petals of your autumn dress.

You didn’t catch me staring. You were looking away, towards the sun, slowly walking, humming, singing.

Who can say if I have been changed for the better?
Because I knew you,
I have been changed, for good.

I never knew if you were smiling, or if you were crying or whatever. All I knew is that you were singing, and walking away.

Fading away.

Changing.

For the better?

Yes. For the better.

For good?

December 31, 2007.