I was locked to read your eyes like old Latin prayer book. Only the punctuations I have understood, and the blessing of your apparition. Only this pillow set us apart like mountain that bid only signals to commune. But I was able to caress your hand.
How time crawled as it backwardly learned unlike a baby. The day brightened, it shed. We were still.. unmoving position of mind game dancing. You were the only one playing.
The creases your head and hair made were still on my pillow. The fresh fossils that they were, I straightened with my indifferent hands. Your tear-stain scent exhibited garland disremembered. Have you been weeping during your sleep or mine?
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Originally published in happyobituary.blogspot.com.
I came to this century-old house to stay for a month. So far away from home; twenty helpless miles in Siquijor. Where can you find a work stationed in the land of transparent people?
Five corners and thirty blocks of native houses, this decent middle class shelter sprouted from view. “Room for rent” sign hanging by the gate. A kind smile by an old woman greeted me on the other side.
Cheap room for only one thousand five hundred pesos a month. Only fifteen blocks from work. I walked for so long only to find this hidden treasure. Retro-finished tiles, cracked ceilings, dirty mirrors, rusty fans, and even the caretaker seemed like she just got out of her casket. I was pretty much instilled with liking for old things.
Cutting the crap.. night came and peace enveloped the vicinity. Crickets and dogs were the only ones orchestrating. I fell asleep instantly and I woke up as quickly. There was a lucid woman floating at the foot of my bed. I hollered at her till my throat turned inside-out and my tonsils gone like punching bag.
I actually enjoyed that moment when I was letting myself experience the wholeness of fear. Let fear consume even the dirt stuck in your toenails and it will eventually turn into yummy stupor.
I only stayed in that place for two days, though.
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Originally published in happyobituary.blogspot.com.
Have a quadruplet and all of them is just one person. Somewhat like there is one main control room but authentically there is none. The single mind is just conscious of four separate beings that is normally human in nature.
Think of a fish whose eyes are on the sides..
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Originally published in happyobituary.blogspot.com.
The day was rather lazy. This afternoon – sleepy. The breezy silence made one narcoleptic.. even the insomniac.
She hummed a somber tune as we rested by the shade of a Talisay. Birds were chirping in accompaniment. Everything in nature conspired to lull me. I was floating in mild disorientation.
The wind that softly blew on her face revealed her kind features. Her eyes which I failed to break down into fathomable revelations.. her nose with dew drops like that of a cat.. and then her lips. Rose petal-smooth, they coyly pushed her cheeks. Now, even her eyes were smiling.
One look.. not even a glance has she given me. Her vision seemed to be in the farthest distance of the horizon. Mine was even farther.
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Originally published in happyobituary.blogspot.com.
This was the last time I joined the Malate photo gallery though I don’t remember if these were displayed at a fair or published in a folio. Photos by my colleagues in Malate Photo Section: AA dela Cruz, Cheq Ma. Guerrero, Franz Santos, Joan Ong, Rose Ferrer.
Title of Activity: Paco Park Trip Date of Activity: June 29, 2002 Place of Activity: Paco Park, Manila Number of Attendees: 4
The purpose of this activity was for them to think beyond what is readily seen by the immediate eye and compose it for the shot and if their subject is common they have to arrange it. At first, the staff were bored to see ordinary things. They could not take any pictures.
The staff roamed around the park and eventually took pictures of not just the park and the church but of people, nature, and the wedding. After almost five hours their rolls of films were consumed.
The results were very good. The pictures they took in color and black and white were not taken by bored people. Somehow, the purpose of the activity was realized.
Title of Activity: Manila Zoo Trip Date of Activity: July 27, 2002 Place of Activity: Manila Zoo Number of Attendees: 5
The purpose of this activity was for them to think beyond what is readily seen by the immediate eye and compose it for the shot and if their subject is common they have to arrange it. The results were good. Some took pictures of patterns and people, not just animals. The purpose of the activity was realized.
Photography Staff
a. Franz Santos – 22 hrs b. AARichela dela Cruz – 22 hrs c. Rose Ferrer – 17 hrs d. Aislinn Chuahiock – 14 hrs e. Christine Lim – 12 hrs f. Cheq Ma. Guerrero – 8 hrs g. Mara Benitez – 6 hrs
