I see your beautiful face

You are holding my hand tightly. I can feel that you have no intentions of letting it go.

We are running fast, making sure the thing is not catching up. You are ahead of me so I cannot see your face.


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The Wall

At Fuerza de Sta. Isabel, Taytay, Palawan.

 “What do you think you are doing?!”

 There’s the female voice inside my head again.

“Hey! Answer me!”

I cannot remember a thing. All I know is that my eyes are widened, as if shocked and staring blankly onto the blue sky above. Tears are flowing non-stop, making my sight more and more defocused.


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Pagsuong

Maulap ang umaga. Makapal rin ang hamog. Mukhang hindi akma ang umagang ito sa pag-akyat sa rurok ng bundok, nguni’t wala na kaming pagpipilian. Ilang araw na rin ang aming pinalipas sa dormitoryo sa camp site dahil sa tuluy-tuloy na pag-ulan.

“Kung hindi kayo aakyat ngayon, hindi natin alam kung kailan muling titigil ang ulan,” banggit ng aming tour guide na si Kuya Nato. Kaya’t iniwan namin pansamantala ang aming mga gamit sa dormitoryo at minabuting sumuong na.

At ang malakas na pag-ihip ng hangin ay lalo lamang nagpalala sa lamig ng panahon.

Ipinagpatuloy namin ang aming paglakad. Habang tumatagal ay pakapal nang pakapal ang hamog. Parami na rin nang parami ang nahakot na putik ng aming mga sapatos. Palamig na rin nang palamig ang panahon at ang aking paghinga ay palalim na rin nang palalim. Inatake na ako ng aking hika.

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A Little Chat Between Happiness and Sadness

The Emotion Express.

The Emotion Express.

It was half past midnight and the Emotion Express was crossing a vast valley under the velvet sky.

Everybody was supposed to be snoozing, but it seemed that Sleep was exercising his favoritism. Pride was snoring so loud, his arms were even extending to his seat mate, Anger, who was struggling so hard not to push him over from his chair. On the seat in front of Pride and Anger, there was Envy, who was admiring Pride’s sound sleep, wishing she could doze off too. Amazement, who was seated next to Envy, was also awake, and was so surprised on how loud Pride’s snoring could be.

Next to Envy were Happiness and Sadness, who were also wide awake. Happiness was reading a book, with a soft smile on his face. Sadness, on the other hand, was twitching her pencil on her hand, as she was staring blankly on her small notebook.

Suddenly, the pencil jumped from Sadness’ hand. Happiness got it for her. “Can’t find sleep too?”, asked Happiness.

“Who can find him with that?”, Sadness answered as she pointed to Pride on the other side of the train. Happiness gave out a soft laugh.

“Where are you headed?”, Happiness asked again.

“Well, my former owner just died so I’m heading for the Emotion Recycling and Segregating Department,” answered Sadness, after a deep sigh.


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The Hidden Summit

The Hidden Summit. Bundok.

No one had ever made a clear testimonial on what was on the Hidden Summit.  It had been concealed for the longest time now that even the sacred books had no account on what was resting on top of the mystified mountain.

Of course, there were a lot of rumors.  The clouds covering the mountain had perfectly honed the creative minds of the townsmen.

One of my favorite stories were the ones involving the chain-smoking Tikbalangs.  Some said that the Tikbalangs residing on top of the mountain were fond of smoking, with whole trees as their tobacco. People even said that the trees on the summit were enchanted so that whenever a giant uprooted one, another tree would sprout instantaneously, making the forest an unlimited supply of nicotine-free cigarettes.  Thus, the smoke was maintained over the years.

Some said that there was also a master Duwende who never stopped cooking.  Day and night, he cooked and cooked, perfecting every known dish in the world, thus, expelling fumes enough to cover the whole summit.

But the most enchanting tale of all, for me, was the Bakunawa, a Filipino sea serpent.  Some said that there was a huge lake on top of the mountain, where the enormous Bakunawa resides.  It’s breath was said to be so hot that it boiled the lake water, making it release steam that covered the whole summit.

The funny thing was, nobody among those who tried to uncover the truth came back.  So no one really knew where the rumors came from either.


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IM PURITY IS NOW READY

Article 1: The Hatchlings of Anita Purity


Article 2: Im Purity’s Escape


Im Purity managed to escape from the forest she used to call home. But the weight of her emotions dragged her to the ground.


Sunrise in Pampanga

Sunrise in Pampanga.

 

Im Purity opened her eyes. It took her a while before realizing that she was in an unfamiliar place. She was in a swamp.

Then it took her another minute to remember that… she crashed.

Luckily, the water lilies made the perfect absorber for the impact of her unenunciated fall.


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Im Purity’s Escape

Article 1: The Hatchlings of Anita Purity

Crashing

Im Purity flapped and flapped her wings. She waved her soft wings so hard that it could snap anytime. But she did not care. All she wanted was to fly away, as far as she could, from the place that caused her all these tears, in this place that she used to call home.

But Im Purity was still young. And since this was her first flight, her slender body could not yet sustain long flights. And bad memories started flooding her mind.  She was now haunted by the reaction of the elders when they first saw her.  Their degrading look could just cut through one’s heart.  


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The Hatchlings of Anita Purity

One fine morning, Anita Purity, a white regal dove, felt a delicate snap underneath the warmth of her feathers. Crack, crack, crack. Her eggs were already hatching. Crack, crack, crack and a head full of beige-colored feathers emerged from the white shell. Crack, crack, crack and Anita Purity saw her first child: a beautiful girl, with feathers as fine as Anita’s.

Crack, crack, crack. There was another egg in the nest. Crack, crack, crack. The excitement in Anita’s eyes were not over yet. Crack, crack, crack. The topmost part of the shell fell off. Crack, crack, crack and another head came forth.

But something in this second chick turned Anita’s excitement to worry.

Dark, rugged, uneven feathers lined the head of the second girl. And as it revealed itself to the world, the dark-colored feathers gave a big “Hello!”


Time flew as fast as the greatest flyer of the Purity flock.

The Purities, as their name suggested, were obssessive-compulsive with regards to their family members. They were so strict that names of offsprings were decided via votes, so as to ensure that first names conformed to the definition of the flock name.

Anita’s fair-feathered squab was named Serene. Serene Purity.

On the other hand, because of her dark feathers, the second hatchling was named Im. Im Purity.

Summit of Mt. Damas

Photo by Karina de Capia.


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The Land of No Limbs

The American in the Land of no Limbs

Some time ago, in Baywalk, Roxas Boulevard, these metal statues were a picture of a happy family. Unfortunately, the wholeness seemed to have faded away as each of them loses a limb with every tick of the present clock.

In here, you won’t see anyone walking in the streets alone.  Everybody is always strolling within a group.  A group that we call ‘family’.  

And these groups create wonderful photographs.  A little boy grabbing his mother’s hand towards a toy store.  A girl trying to climb her father’s back.  A father kissing his wife.

These heartwarming photographs should cost millions.  Sights that are so touching that you won’t even notice that the people lack something.  Hence the name of our town.

To tell you the truth, all of these are just compliance to the law.  The law that is being implemented by our king.  The law states that people should go out with their families at all times.  Why? This is to ensure that people in our land  show an image of wholeness, a picture of being complete.  Something that we cannot achieve on our own.  Something that we cannot portray alone… here in the Land of No Limbs.


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Nang masilayan ko ang iyong Mukha

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Hawak-hawak mo ang aking kamay. Mahigpit. Tila ba wala kang balak itong pakawalan. Tumatakbo tayo, tila ba may tinatakasan. Nauuna ka sa akin kaya hindi ko nakikita ang iyong mukha. Umiiyak ako, hindi ko rin alam kung bakit. Basta isa lang ang sigurado ko : panatag ang kalooban ko habang hawak mo ang aking kamay.

Matapos noon ay nagising na ako. Hindi ko malilimutan ang mga kaganapang ito dahil ito ang unang pagkakataon na dinalaw mo ako sa aking panaginip.


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