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RAIN-BOW

We were happy together. We got comfortable with each other that even flatulating, burfing, and munching loudly weren’t a big deal for us anymore. We were not getting turned off to whatever awkward deeds we were able to hear. We had struggles which we both got through and I wasn’t expecting us to break down.

Every single thing was like a calm sea that brought wild waves in an unexpected time; and all I could just remember was the roaring of sweet words and ‘I love you’s….until the deafening silence had shouted to my ears—not to yours I must think. Ut was like the sun that brights shine until heavy rain had fallen. I got wet but the water that my clothes sucked burden me. The rain stopped. I looked up above the gloomy heavens–expecting a rainbow to shape in arc. But it was sunlight that brightened me up and my shirt was dried anew.

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Gadyet (Tagalog short story)

“GADGET”

by yours truly

“Taya ka, e! Ang daya naman!” Natatawa ako sa tuwing naaalala ko ang madalas na dialogue naming mga magkakalaro noon.

Nakadungaw ako sa bintana nang makita kong dumaan ang isa sa mga nakakalaro ko noong Grade 1 pa ako. Kung hindi ako nagkakamali ay Mich ang pangalan niya. Ang ganda ng porma niya, naka-earphones siya habang nakayuko at walang tigil sa kadudutdot sa cellphone niya. Noon palang ay rich kid na siya kaya naman halata sa mga gamit niyang branded ngayon na kung tutuosin ay nakasando’t shorts lamang kami noon at halos lupa ang aming nasa palad, imbis na cellphone.

“Lea,” napatingin ako sa ate kong nakatayo ngayon sa may pintuan. “Bili ka daw ng asukal sa tindahan, sabi ni mama.” Agad akong tumayo mula sa kinauupuan ko at iniwan ang laptop at cellphone ko sa kwarto. Wala akong ganang gamitin sila ngayon.

Lumabas ako upang pumunta sa tindahan. Sa paglakad ko ay may napansin ako. Ang malungkot at walang katau-taong subdivision ang nilalakaran ko na parang umuusok ang daan sa sobrang init na dati ay binababaran lamang namin noong naghahabulan pa kami sa daan kahit na pawis na pawis at amoy araw kami.

“Nanay Lina,” tawag ko sa tindera ng kaisa-isang tindahan na malapit sa amin. “Pabili po ng isang kilong asukal.” Nawili ako sa mga nakasabit na chichirya at mga candies na naka-display sa harapan ko ngayon. “Pati na rin po pala ng Sugo at limang pisong Fruitos.”
“Lola! Si mama nasa Skype, gusto kang kausapin!” Boses ng isang binata na nagmumula sa loob ng bahay ang aming narinig.

“Naku, sandali lang hija ah? Madalang lang kasing makatawag ang anak ko. Buti na lamang ay may Skype. Ang apo ko na muna ang bahala sa’yo ha? Clark!”  tawag ni Nanay Lina habang papasok sa loob.
Habang hinihintay ang apo niya upang ibigay ang mga gusto kong bilhin ay napasilip ako sa may bintana ng isang bahay malapit sa tindahan. Nakita kong may dalawang bata ang naghahabulan hanggang sa sila na lumabas ng terrace. Isang babae at isang lalaki.
“Huwag na kayong lumabas!” narinig ko mula sa loob bago lumabas ang isang babaeng ka-edad ni mama. “Pumasok na kayo, mainit diyan. Ayun na, nakaset na ‘yung video game niyo. Pasok na.” Sumunod na sa loob ang dalawang bata bago isinara ng babae ang pinto.

“Ano nga kasi ang binibili mo?” Napatingin ako sa isang pamilyar na lalaki sa loob ng tindahan at ngumiti. Makakapal ang kilay niya at matangos ang ilong. Nagmature na rin pala ang itsura niya. Naaalala ko noong tinulungan niya akong tumayo mula sa pagkakadapa noong naglalaro kami ng langit lupa. Nagmamadali kasi akong tumuntong sa may malaking bato pero natapilok ako, dahilan para tumama ang tuhod ko sa bato.
“Isang kilong asukal, Sugo at limang pisong Fruitos. Hindi ka nanaman nakinig sa lola mo.” Natawa ako no’ng mapakamot siya sa ulo.

“Oo nga pala,” sabi niya.
Tinitignan ko lamang siya habang kinukuha ang mga binibili ko. 
“Hindi pa rin ba umuuwi ang parents mo?

“Isasama na nila ako doon,” sabi niya kasabay ng pagbigay niya ng mga pinamili ko at pagkuha ng aking bayad na siyang ikinalungkot ko.

“Doon na kayo titira? Paano ang lola mo?” tanong ko nang may pag-aalala.

“May skype naman daw sabi nila mama.” Nagkibit-balikat naman siya habang nagbibilang ng panukli at ibinigay sa akin. Para bang hindi na siya close sa akin tulad noong magkalaro pa kami. Nagpabuntong hininga nalang ako bago bumalik sa bahay.

Pagkapasok ko sa gate ay kaagad na nakita ko si ate sa may terrace at naglalaptop habang naka-earphone. “Nasa kusina si mama,” sabi niya nang hindi tumitinag mula sa pagkatitig niya sa screen ng laptop.

Ibinigay ko kay mama sa kusina ang asukal at ang sukli bago pumasok ulit sa kwarto. Narinig kong nagpop ang message ko sa facebook at dali-dali kong tinignan.

Si ate?

“May swimming daw tayo bukas sabi ni tita Shawn, sabihin mo kay mama,” pagbasa ko ng malakas. Ang tamad naman nitong si ate para sabihin sa akin ng personal. Samantalang nasa kwarto lang naman ako.

Nagtype ako para magreply. Para saan? Para datnan ang mga pinsan kong puro groupfie at selfie na kung tutuosin ay pwede namang maging memorable kahit walang camera? Para masilayan ang pagcapture nila sa mga pagkain at sa tubig na pwede namang enjoying titigan at kainin? Para makita silang online para magpost ng photos habang kasalukuyan pa rin silang kasama na pwede naman nilang i-share sa isa’t isa on that time? Para makausap lang sila kapag may itatanong at may ipapaabot kahit gusto mo nang matino at masayang kwentuhan? Ayoko no’n. Sana bata nalang kami ulit. “Hindi ako sasama,” reply ko.

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Dystopia

Dystopia

Descriptive Essay of ReymbowNarrow

What I see today after few more impatient and tortured years.

     A paradise that was spawned by the shunned warning of the 1970’s.

     The sun that was once warm and had not harmed skins is now embrowning our surface. Whenever I touch the sea water, it provokes me by its heat. The grass where I supposed to lay on and the leaves that the water drops–made as a sliding seat before they drop–are now like beggars or lost forest hunters who are in need of a lake; like a camel, to drink.

     The sun that we were excited to gaze upon every morning; like children that are excited whenever the clown is entertaining, is now the reason why we hide inside the luxurious lodges and houses with expensive air conditions for us not to see and to be frightened of it.

     As I pass by, I see people struggling and fighting for the last drop because of appetency for water. They carry their own bottles and jars fulfilled of toxic liquids wherever they go. They walk as their feet are full of dusts. They are deluged by their own sweat. Air expels out of the aged are restraining–caused by the severe heat and pollution–brings serious obstruction to live, especially for the desert farmers. Aside from they do not benefit anymore from their sowed grains and corns or cactus in the unproductive fields, they venture or worst–get killed by stroke.

     All the things on Earth seem to smoke, peel, and blow away from its exterior–near to see its very core; all turns into ashes.

     This is our paradise; our second paradise, or altered paradise. A free and safe home–also known as dystopia–that silently and slowly killing the living creatures. From preventing and keeping people to live, now, it’s breaking us down itself. A dystopia which burns us all into death and currently, we are suffering from this hell. This is what we call change–a new adaptation from our comfort zone.

     We–ourselves–drilled, drowned and dragged our very own protection. Therefore, we now regret! We regret, notwithstanding, for the returning back of the Eden no matter how we know how impossible it is.

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Tired of Haters?

You keep on saying that one of your priorities are your friends yet you care more about what your enemies tell about you. You try to prove something to make your enemies envy you and that they will swallow their words which they vomit behind your back.

My goodness!

Just hear your friends out and take their advices! Do it! It won’t change you. Your haters do.

Know your priorities very well. Think twice before you include something to what is written on your list of things to keep with you as you travel your journey; because, you might forget something as you overthink of other stuffs that you just want to bring.

Why? Because when you reach your destination, you might just return back to where you are from just because you forget what you really need. You will just waste costs.

You yourself are just the one who makes your life so complicated. I would’ve just shaken my head in disbelief.

I say this because I am one of what you might have forgotten.

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Flashback: A Splash Under Fireworks

“Hi!” I saw her waving her hand with her pink sweat shirt as she ran towards me.

I smiled after she reached me and  that time, I appreciated her curl-eyelashed eyes and pointed nose behind her eyeglasses.

“Hey,” I greeted her back with a smile.

The whole night when that day I first saw her in person was like a fairy tale. It was magical that everyone would get shiver if only I told the happenings to my friends. We both forgot the people around us including my friend that was just supposed to help me to go to Giant Lantern Festival in order to meet the girl I’ve ever loved.

“They’ll light the fire crackers sooner! The Festival will about to finish!” someone excitedly informed to her friends.
I poked her back while she was looking at her cousins. “Why?” she asked as she looked at me when I showed her my hand. “What’s that on your hand? What am I going to do with that?” she innocently asked while looking at the necklace worn by my hand as if it was a bracelet because it was tight for my neck.
“Unlock it,” I said and she did before she handed me the ‘bracelet for me, necklace for her’. It was just a simple accessory that has a heart-shaped pendant with the word “forever” and the symbols of opposite genders carved on it; and has a black lace.

“That is so cute! But why’d you wore a necklace on your hand?” she asked curiously and I just smiled. Atleast she appreciated a simple necklace that any kids could buy because of its cheapness. In that of her way, I found her simple.. and cute.

“There it is!” someone squealed.
We both were able to look above when we heard loud noise of explosions and saw the colorful lights and crystallic flames flashes from the fireworks- reflecting on her eyeglasses when I stared at her.
People in that area were enjoyingly watching the firecrackers while I enjoy watching her amazed beautiful look. I placed myself behind her back and wore her the necklace. She was a bit shocked but she didn’t say any single word. She was just looking at its pendant while holding it with a smile. I leaned against her ear and asked her a question that made her stunned.

“Will you be my light in my every dark?” I smiled at her as she faced me.

I held her hand but she quickly hid our hands behind her back and looked at her cousins to avoid us being caught. I chuckled and got her attention again.

“What if I say n-” My heartbeat fasten when she paused. “Yes,” she continued while giggling.

I was about to hug her when I realized that her cousins were there. I just watched fireworks with her while holding each other’s hand with a wide smile on my face.

That romance I could never ever forget from the past 2 years and will never forget even if she is now hurt- begging me to give her space. I know anytime that I can no longer hold her hand and all I could just do is to let her go.

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