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Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Reunion


the firsts, the lasts, even the forgettables
were marked. and they spill forth today,
as tales to be told to the main characters.

do you remember?
do you remember?
and we marvel at what we do remember.
little things. what she said. what he did.
what 'so do i' mean
and why we roared at its mere mention.

oh, the terrifying things then...
are the butt of jokes today.
what made our knees trembled
are what made us chuckle today.

the laughter in our minds are two decades old
but still crisp and ringing as if the jokes are still fresh.
the photographs are fuzzy at the edges
and vivid in our hearts
and stories, though told over and over again
are still told as if they've all just happened.

Ah. Reunions. We come with beer bellies
and graying hair and memories instead of dreams.
And for an hour or so,
we are what we were again.

Friday, June 20, 2014

First Goodbye

I don't think of you as much as I used to.
Now, I only wonder how you came to work--
never mind that; I shouldn't wonder anymore.

I don't miss you as much as I used to.
Ah, those days of feeling like I'd take the worst days I had with you,
those last few days before I left,
those last few days when it felt like that the dam
that was our collective experience, thoughts, (unstilted) conversations
is slowly diminishing away, and then replaced
by something else
something: (what, not talking? stranger-not-stranger limbo? what?)
something different from the us that I built in my mind (which, I find later, is probably a lie).
Those days of feeling like I'd take the worst days I had with you,
over the days when all I can do is wonder,
What are you doing today?

These days, I don't wonder anymore--
okay, I don't wonder as much.

I don't care as much as I used to.
You could say all those careless words all you want
and I would just huh?
There are no sass, no comebacks left, I think.
Those were our fuel, and now that they're gone,
I don't think we'd burn as bright as we did
long, long, long ago.

I don't think of you as much as I used to.
I don't miss you as much as I used to.
I don't care as much as I used to.
These days, I don't even wonder anymore--
okay, I wonder, not just as much.

Except for this:
Do you?

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Cebu : Rambling on Whalesharks, Pointy Peaks, and the Smell of Dried Fish (Part 2)

(3-4hrs later...) Off to Dalaguete it is.

From the airport we boarded a  taxi (the one with the expensive flag rate), and asked to be taken to the South terminal. Kuya driver offered to take us all  the way to Oslob, but we declined.

At the bus terminal, I found a stall selling scarfs (yaaay!) and I bought one for Php120 (didn't haggle). We then proceeded to board a bus to Lilo-an, which would pass by the junction in Dalaguete, the jump-off to Osmeña peak. After 3 hours of road trip and patchy Spotify soundtrip intersped with The Heirs marathon, we arrived at Dalaguete and were immediately greeted by a horde of habal-habal drivers, who were all quite eager to take us to Osmeña peak (at the foot, that is) for Php200 two-way fare.

We decided to have breakfast first.


Friday, June 13, 2014

Cebu : Rambling on Whalesharks, Pointy Peaks, and the Smell of Dried Fish (Part 1)

Day 1:

Our flight was scheduled at around 9-10 pm on a Saturday, so naturally, I forego packing at the very last possible minute. Dang it, I can only find half of my aqua shoes, so sorry guys, you are not going to Cebu. I packed just the right stuff, of course, because I'm great like that.

Ooops, I left my jacket.