“The day I was born I was born free and that is my Privilege.”

Puzzle Pieces
January 16, 2008, 5:12 am
Filed under: All That Jazz!

I just received a text message from my friend just this morning. She said that she is falling again for John, the if-you want-to-be-dumbfounded-meet-him officemate of hers. And I ask, why do some women like me and my friend can’t help to make an accused homophobe the apple of their eyes? Pardon me for I can’t think of any euphemism, if you think that I am too harsh. And some reasons out the magic word that begins with an L. And I say, can we just eat chocolates?

All rekindles when John was transferred again on my friend’s side post.

And now I read her text message:

“Huy, inis ako kagabi.. I’m all ears saka atensiyon ko nasa kay John buong shift. Kahit nakatalikod ako sa kaniya, parang may mata ako sa batok. Inis a milyon times although maganda nun d ako tulog sa calls.. Naisip ko pa tuloy, siyet, nahuhulog na naman ata ako..”

And it ends with a sad face.  We share the same fate.  I won’t be saying names. 😉

A B(o)(a)ttle to Slaughter
January 4, 2008, 6:15 am
Filed under: Tabloid

My heart ticks, my heart ticks fast, so fast. Uncontrollable, like an individual helplessly watching the pail overflow without making a way to turn off the faucet. Inevitable, as a metal canister is meant to rust. Every nerve twitches, and my whole body breaks in parts, unknown when it will be whole again.

January 4, 2008, 6:07 am
Filed under: Tabloid


I strided as I passed by a streetcorner where the souls of those who reside there ease their exhaustion of a day’s work through drinking. The small bulb sympathize with them as it illuminates their limpy table filled with what they deemed are pleasurable.

I passed them with my eyes talking to the ground.

A few more steps, I said to myself, then I will reach our doorsteps.

Dim. Unlit. Seemed abandoned. It was unusual having our house looked like that.

I run, opened the gate, and peeked at every window. As if I was locked in a dungeon, I shouted, calling my mother’s name, but it seemed that no one heard me or they refused to hear me.

Every minute I see the darkness surrounding our house, I shrink with anxiety thinking what happened to my beloveds.

A shadow opened the door, as the lights went on, I perceived him to be my father. As if nothing serious was happening, he uttered, they’re in the hospital.

My mother sighed heavily as she saw the pot empty. She walked down our sala and sat on the chair for a while. On the television was her favorite variety program. That always makes her happy but not at this time. I wonder why.
She suddenly stood up and went out of our house. I silently followed her. I run but a hand held me and he asked, “Where are you going, Tonying?” I told him that I am just going to play outside. And he reminded me, “Be careful. It’s dangerous playing on the street.” I didn’t hear this because my mind thought of where my mother went. Worried that I won’t be able to see my mom, I let go of his hands and rushed outside, out to the street. I run and run and then all went black.

My phone rang. It was my brother.