Taking Flight

In the middle of that seemingly endless road — his jeans tattered, shoes worn out and shirt drenched in sweat — Hope stopped and let out a heavy sigh. His knees have given up on him as they fell to the ground. All energy seemed to have left him as he let his back uncomfortably touch the ground. He raised his right hand to reach for the red sky as the sun started to set. He turned his head sideways and gazed at his flat tire, and then chuckled. Surprisingly, he found himself smiling despite the dawning of weariness and nightfall. Hope found it funny that he can manage a smile and a chuckle in the midst of this sticky situation. He simply didn’t care.

As the sky turned into a deep blue, Hope stood up and sat on the trunk of his car. He stared upon the vastness of the heavens, then a chuckle broke the silence of the night. Funny how the stars suddenly become abundant when he already stopped trying to hunt for them. Life really has a funny way of playing tricks on you. Minutes passed, and as if Life hasn’t played enough tricks on him, clouds hugged each other and cried over the wide empty highway where Hope sat still. As the drops of rain trickled down his face, he felt relieved that he need not hide his own tears which started welling up in his eyes. The rain, he thought, was a blessing in disguise.

By the sound of an approaching car, Hope opened his eyes and greeted the morning sun with a yawn. He woke up feeling new and fresh. It was unusual for this to happen. Maybe he needs to cry himself to sleep more often, he thought to himself jokingly. As Hope unmounted his car, he felt a little spark of excitement as the once empty highway was now bustling with cars. A few stopped to check on him and offer him help. This time, however, he did not refuse. Amity pulled Hope’s car along as they travelled to the next city so that he can have it fixed — while also trying to replenish all the energy he exhausted.

It was amazing, Hope thought, to have another person help him. During his ride with Amity he felt differently — something vastly distinct compared to what he felt during his joyride with Bliss — but a wonderful feeling nonetheless. While in the city, he began his plans for recovery starting from his body all drained of energy until his clothes all worn out and battered. After his moment of relaxation he found a place to get his car fixed. As he waited, he stayed a few more days to explore the city.

Hope had witnessed a series of sunrises and sunsets as he explored the city and experienced all its wonders. After wandering around with no certain destination, he finally decided that it is time to leave. He grabbed his keys, started his engine and stepped on the gas pedal. As he was driving a few meters out of the city boundary, he heard some faint engine sounds from behind. In a matter of seconds he found himself driving along with Amity.

As they drove forward to the limits of the never-ending road, they have experienced a lot of amazing things Hope never thought he would be able to do. They have shared with each other stories about their journeys and made new memories along the way. One fine day, while taking a break from their long drive, Amity told Hope some plans of going somewhere far away that the only way to get there is by travelling through the sky. Amity invited him to come if he wanted. Hope suddenly felt like his mind jumped off a cliff, free falling. The idea sounds exhilirating and fun, but something was holding him back. There was fear in his heart — the fear of stepping out of his comfort zone and going wherever the winds or waves may take him. After that crossroad incident he has become too afraid to trust once again. Hope is afraid of being left alone once more.

Hope’s worried expression slowly vanished as he saw the smiling face of Amity. It was as bright as the sun shining from the sky enveloping his heart in a warm embrace. His lips curved upward without him knowing. Suddenly it hit him, it is time to leave the past behind and start a new journey. The uncertainty of what’s beyond may be scary, but Hope has decided to go for a free fall so he can unfurl his wings and learn how to fly.


Dying In A Womb

A community, an organization or an institution serves as sort of a home during adulthood. It teaches us about culture, financial independence, socializing, ethics and morality. Somehow, it molds us into who we become as a person.

This community also serves as a guide. It assists us in discovering the world beyond it and how we can cope, adapt and adjust when the time for us to step out there and stretch our lives further comes.

But wherever there is light, there is shadow. In our community, we can never find ultimate peace. We also learn that the world works both ways, a balance of good and evil should always exist. It may also teach us — either intentionally, unintentionally or both — that danger lurks in every corner waiting for the perfect time to strike.

Fear is forever instilled in our genes. We will never escape its clutches. We sometimes find ourselves playing with knives thinking everything is in our control until we cut ourselves and see blood gushing out from the wound.

Slowly we realize that the world is a sick place. We become scared of what our future has in store for us. What we must learn is to face our own fears in order to properly adapt with the way the world works. This is the reality we may ignore but can never run away from. It will eat us up alive if we let our guard down.

This is our world. It nurtures. It tortures. Living in it is like dying in a womb.

Our First Night

It was the first time I saw you. Your long black hair shining amidst the darkness of the night. As it seems, the moon has grown a liking to you, like you were under a spotlight and the whole park was your stage. When you walk, it seems as if you were gliding through the clearing and the fallen leaves dance as you pass them by. My heart thudded rhythmically with every step you took. Flowers woke up from their slumber when your fingers touch their petals. The crickets played a serenade only you can make them do as if they were under a spell. Everything was simply beautiful.

You suddenly stopped and everything fell silent. Your cute little chuckle broke this silence and it melted my heart. I can feel that you were smiling even though you were not facing me yet. I choked when I was about to say something, your laugh grew louder and prettier. Listening to you when you laugh felt like I was having a music therapy. Every part of me was soothed by the mere sound of your voice. I started laughing with you, I already forgot the words I was about to say.

There was nothing else in my mind in that moment but the longing to see your face. You began walking towards the moon again. I started to follow you but for some weird reason I can’t seem to reach you. I started to run, almost tripping on a tree root, which made you stop. I saw the balls of your feet moving, you were turning to face me…finally.

If only I did not wake up, I would have seen your face. The face of that girl who makes wonderful music from her laugh. Now I am left with only this wonderful memory of spending a walk with you one night in my life without ever knowing who you are.

A Random Anecdote

First of all, this is just a very random anecdote which never happened in real life. Maybe some people would be able to relate or might actually think I am telling their story, but this is a work of fiction so it is purely coincidental if the names of the characters or the plot are existing in the real world.ย Secondly, I am not a literary artist and I’m not claiming to be a professional. So if you find this work to be something that might have been a homework of a fifth grader, I’m sorry to disappoint you. This is a very random product when I randomly clicked on the Notepad icon on my computer and started typing random words and phrases. Enjoy reading! ๐Ÿ™‚
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He touched me.

That’s what I wanted to say to my mom who is currently staring down at me while I sit on this stool beside the bar in our kitchen. But I’m afraid to tell her. I know she’s mad at me, I can feel it in her glare. But the man was scary. That man makes me more afraid than her piercing glare. I don’t even know how to tell her how it all began.

I was trying to shift my weight on the stool when mom suddenly grabbed my shoulders and looked at my now sullen face. Her eyes do not feel like sharp knives piercing through me anymore. They are more like crystals now, shimmering in the dark because of the tears welling up. I looked at her and I felt more at ease. I took a deep breath and tried muttering some words. My voice was shaking.

“Just tell me how this happened, Alex. I’m not really mad. I was just worried for you. You could’ve been hurt you know?” said my mom.

I felt both end of my lips twitch drawing a crooked smile on my face.

“He… I…” I couldn’t find the courage neither the words to say things as accurate as possible.

“Alex, look at me.” Her voice sounded more stern. My fist clenched and I felt my body stiffen. Slowly, I raised my head and looked at her eyes which have gone back to their piercing-knives mode. I swallowed hard and kept my eyes on hers. “You know I hate it when you lie. Sweetie, just tell me the truth.”

“I’m scared,” I breathed out the words as if I’m sharing a secret to an ant. She knelt in front of me and leaned forward.

“What was that, honey?”

“I said I’m scared, mom!” I shouted, or more like I exploded. The shocked look on her face made me think I have offended her in the vilest way possible. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for losing it…for losing it to him. He was scary, mom. I felt scared. Whenever he looks at me, it gave me chills. I don’t know why my heart raced when he started walking towards me. He… I… He…” I broke down.

“What, Alex? He did what?” She sounded worried, so worried it broke my heart. I never wanted to make her feel this worried about me. “Just tell me the truth, my baby boy. How did it begin?”

“He touched me.” I finally said it. I then realized my sobbing stopped and I’m finally looking at my mom with a straight face. I saw here eyes widen a bit, as if expecting me to reveal the world’s greatest secrets to her. “He touched me here, then my body shook. I was totally scared.”

“So you’re telling me it’s all his fault?” She stood up her arms crossed in front of her, one eyebrow higher than the other. Once again, her glare pierced through me like a stick forced through a marshmallow. I saw her jaw tighten. Now she’s really mad. “Young man, didn’t I just tell you how I hate it very much when you lie?”

“No! It’s not a lie! It was his fault.” I jumped down from the stool and grabbed the end of my mom’s blouse in an attempt to convince her.

“Alex, if you’re just going to blame your older brother with all of this again…” She cut herself off with a deep sigh. My knees now started to shake. I realized how much I’m afraid of my mom more than my older brother.

“I… He really was the culprit!” I tried once more to convince her, but to no avail.

“Alex, no! Stop blaming Matt when everything you do goes wrong. You have to learn to grow up and take responsibility for your actions. I can’t believe you! You lie just to save you own butt and point fingers at other people? This is not a good attitude, Alex. Your brother touched you? And that’s it? I’m not buying that story, Alex.”

“But, mom.” She stormed out of the kitchen. I hate my brother for all of this. He makes my relationship with mom difficult. She won’t even believe me when I tell the truth.

I don’t know why my brother is such a bully. He keeps doing things that make me look bad. I did it once to him, but now mom thinks I’m the one who always does mischievous things. Now I’m looking at the very root of all this, the empty pack of Skittles in my bag which lies on top of the bar. I know it was my brother who took it from the top shelf and ate it. How could I have done it? It’s too high for me. My mom was furious because I could have fallen if I stood on a high chair in an attempt to get that little devil. But it wasn’t me. It was him. Then why was it in my bag, she asked? Well, I remember earlier today when we were walking home from school. I felt it, my brother’s touch. He touched me on my shoulder and whispered something to me from behind. I thought I heard my bag’s zipper open and close but I wasn’t so sure. Now I know that he slipped it in my bag when he whispered to me, “You are in big trouble, mister.” Then he scurried away laughing his evil laugh.

I hate my brother for doing this to me. I will avenge myself. Just you wait, Matt. Just you wait.

The Sunday Bucket List

If I had a bucket list, surely I would have crossed out a lot of items after the 28th of July. That Sunday was so full of activities I can’t even imagine how I and my friends got to do all of them.

Together with two of my friends from work, Mhel and Je, we started our Sunday really early. We planned to jog all the way to MOA but decided against it eventually. We ended up doing our random photoshoot first.


The mall has not yet opened but there were tons of people in green running singlets for a marathon. So we went to the bay-side where there were less people and started feeling the day. As the sun peeked through the clouds, we started randomly capturing photographs around the bay area. It took us about an hour or a bit more before finally deciding to go get something to fill our stomachs with.


After enjoying a breakfast buffet, we took some more random photographs while waiting for the mall to open. Apparently, we went there really early that we had too much time before we could start our next activity inside the mall — that is ice skating.


It was my first time to try on a pair of ice skates and slide against the icy floor of the rink. Quite embarrassing really, I fell on the rink after a few minutes of struggling on my rented skates. A few people watching outside the rink were apparently entertained by this. Well, I found myself also laughing anyway. It was a thrilling one-and-a-half hour. We then decided to go to Binondo and look for a place to eat a scrumptious Chinese meal.

lunch at Binondo

The food may seem few at first but we couldn’t finish all of it. Everything was delicious, especially the cute dumplings we had. My tummy was definitely satisfied with those that filled it during lunch. It would have been great if I could take a nap after eating, but there were still a lot of things to do. Even though the rain poured heavily and it flooded the entrance to our next stop — the National Museum — we decided to continue our little escapade, skipping the museum and going straight to the Archery range.


This day was full of firsts because it was also my first time to hold and shoot a bow and arrow. This was another fun activity, less painful than ice skating perhaps. After a few instructions about the basics from the coach, we got the hang of it as we let it rain arrows on our target sheets. I only got three shots that made it to the bull’s eye but at least I landed some. Perhaps I can be an archer someday, just need a bit more practice…or not. ๐Ÿ˜‰

ending a day

After our shot on archery, we went back to the mall and played billiards. Not really my first time, but I am definitely not good at this game. But it was still something I would do for fun. After getting a dose of milk tea, we went back to the skating rink to try our luck on becoming the greatest hockey players…just kidding. I actually wished I didn’t return to the rink because I fell for the third time, and this time, it was really painful that I went home with a sore back. But I think it was worth it because in the end, I had to spend my day doing a lot of leisurely activities and not worrying about other things that stress me out day-in and day-out.

Hopefully soon, I could do this again with more friends. ๐Ÿ™‚

Photos courtesy of:
Mhel, Je and Kem


Just A Random Happy Post

Today as I woke up before going to work, I tried to get in touch with my feelings so I can avoid thinking too much even before my workday begins. So as I stare at my apartment’s ceiling while still lying down on my bed, I took a deep breath and started to “feel” about this day.

What my heart told me was that I am missing someone. That was the time I let my mind interrupt so that I can figure out who this is. It turned out I am missing two people, my sister and my cousin-slash-godsister.


As the day progressed I kept thinking about them, how I felt at the moment and why I suddenly missed them. Turns out I just really love them very much. That’s basically the root of it, I love and care for them. I haven’t seen my cousin for a long time since summer break (spring break in countries where there are four seasons) and I just missed how happy I felt every time we were together.

I was wondering why I missed my sister since we were just hanging out two weekends ago. Then I realized I didn’t miss her based on presence. I missed her because even though we’ve been seeing each other once a week, we never had the chance to talk to each other like we used to. Before, we had a lot of time to talk about things, about whatever is going on with each other’s life. Now, we only spend our few hours together by watching movies before going to bed.

Honestly, I was very pleased of myself because I was able to apply what I have learned in the last few days — that is to feel more than to think in order to enjoy the human experience better.

To my sister and my cousin, looking forward to seeing you. Superduper stoked to be spending time with you. ๐Ÿ™‚

Team Spirit [?]

It saddens me somehow to see my Twitter feed get flooded with all these NBA Game 7 updates. I am not a hater, just to clarify, but I guess not being a fan of Basketball makes me a bit less passionate compared to my overly ecstatic friends who subconsciously keep me updated of the happenings.

What makes me sad is that none of my friends seem to know that the Philippine Volcanoes — our own national Rugby team — will be participating in the coming Rugby World Cup Sevens 2013 at Moscow, Russia. I’m not a big fan of Rugby either, but I did tweet about them, wishing them luck on their competition because I do feel a certain affinity with them since they are also Filipinos.

I’m not a big follower of sports, but I do like watching it. However, I believe that as a Filipino I should show more passion in supporting the national team over a foreign team. I am not saying that we should not support the teams we believe in whether it be foreign or local, but rather, we should also be supportive of our very own national teams. Not just Rugby or Basketball, but with all the other athletes of all the other sports.

Maybe if we show the same passion we have for foreign athletes to our own local teams, it would help boost their morale and even become champions in the big league. With just a little bit of Team Spirit from each of us, we may be able to make a difference. Maybe someday the Philippine Athletes will become overall champions in the world.

That, my friends, is a very attainable dream only if we put our hearts into it.

Scent of The New

I simply love the scent of new things. Whenever I buy a new book, I love flipping its pages in front of my face and smelling its pages. It refreshes me, like I’m about to start a new adventure by reading the new book I acquired.

Another smell I like is that of new gadgets. The box, the user’s manual, plus the bubble wrap (in case it’s fragile) brings me excitement.

The scent of newly cut grass is also wonderful. It refreshes my mind and eases my tense muscles. It feels like I’m detoxifying when I breathe the fresh air from the province and inhale the sweet scent of freshly cut grass.

And now I smell a new year of existence coming, or rather it has already arrived. That is plus one on my age and plus a year’s worth of experience and wisdom on my mind. I look forward to another year of creating wonderful memories with my friends and my family. Also, I am grateful for being blessed with another year to pursue happiness and achieve my dreams.

The scent of wonderful things coming to my life is definitely in the air, and I am ready to embrace them. Bring it on, world!