Babbling Point

:) SHE'S BAAAACK! "What if nobody else reads this blog? Ah, does it really matter?, I ask myself. Well, does it matter if no one else hears a sigh in the dark, or a giggle in an open park, or, in a somewhat similar vein, a fart in an empty elevator? They all feel good nevertheless." -- Petite Hey Mrs. G! Welcome back to blog-land. :) And here's something Petite started couple of years ago but never quite finished: Chapter Four A fat drop of oil-slicked rain fell on Michelle’s upturned face. She wiped it off impatiently, her eyes fixed on the hulking shadow of the EDSA Central MRT station. From this distance, crazy shapes seemed to be dancing on the station’s walls. Michelle walked faster. It was 10 minutes to midnight. She wanted to catch Gani before the night’s skooging began. If not, then she’d have to wait until the next day. By then it would be too late. She took the steps two at a time. A film of perspiration formed on her forehead b...

+ SPACE TIME WARP Last Saturday, went to Cecille’s birthday party. She just turned 23. The party was held at the lanai of her house, which had red brick walls and pillars. In the middle of the lanai was a pool table. All of this reminded me of the house we left five years ago. As I watched Cecille and her friends laugh and talk about movies, comic books, their first jobs, and college days, I could not help but I flashback to seven year ago and remember the nights we spent on that lanai in La Vista and just talked until the sun rose. Back then we were so energized. Optimistic. Invulnerable. Unstoppable. No dream was too stupid. We had plans to conquer the world. As the bottles of beer and vodka piled on the table, I stood up, felt the buzz hit me one more time, and said I really had to go. Cecille said I had to stay and wait til the sun rise. I smiled, shook my head, and just felt really tired and old, old compared to the lot of them. Before I left, I felt like a time...