Pudding

Feb. 22. Isang ordinaryong araw. Well, hindi. Masama ang pakiramdam ko nitong huling mga araw, emo shit weak shit kumbaga. 'Wag n'yo na ako tanungin kung bakit dahil hindi ko kayo sasagutin.


Pasado alas-sais. Pailaw sa harapan at likuran ng mga sasakyan, ingay ng mga jeep at tricycle, usok galing sa mga baklang nagbebenta ng isaw, betamax, adidas, at kung ano-ano pang shit ang yumakap sa aking paglalakbay pauwi.


Gutom na ako that time -dala ng pagod sa exam (na akala ko ay uber hirap, tsiken lang pala, luls), init ng klima (kahit alam kong wala talagang konek to sa gutom), at kung ano-anong emo shit- kaya naisipan kong bumili ng tinapay sa bakery sa malapit. Hinanap ko yung ala-Mini Stop kariman shit dun sa bakery, kaso na-frustrate lang ako kasi di na ata sila gumagawa nun (nalugi ata kasi sampung piso lang ang benta nila dun, eh sa Mini Stop bente-dos, tapos mas malaki pa yung sa kanila kesa dun sa Mini Stop).


Tingin-tingin. Ano kayang masarap kainin? Si ate na lang kaya? Kaso di ko bet si ate. Pudding na lang. Tinanong ko kay Ateng-sambakol-ang-mukha kung magkano ang pudding, dos daw isa.


Sampung piso, sabi ko. Sabay dukot naman si ate ng plastic, ipinasok ang maduduming kamay sa plastic at dumakot ng limang pirasong pudding. Nagbayad ako. Dalawang tig-limang pisong barya. Sabay alis.


Bitbit ko nun ang biniling pudding nang biglang may kumalabit sa akin.


Isang babaeng naka-itim na shirt (na sa nanay nya ata talaga at inarbor lang para may maisuot), naka-itim na leggings (take note, leggings, shushal), at penk na tsinelas ang lumapit sa akin.


Penge po ng barya, sabi ni girl. Head shake lang ako. Ignore. Keber.


Penge na lang po nyan, sabay turo sa pudding. Ignore. Keber.


Sabay lumayo na si babae.


Sa isip ko, bakit ko ibibigay tong tinapay eh gutom na ako?


Matapos ang ilang saglit, bigla akong napaisip.


Sana pala binigay ko na lang sa kanya yung tinapay, para kahit paano solb na ang tiyan sa araw na ito. Baka di pa siya kumakain, nakakaawa naman.


Dagli kong hinagilap kung asan ang babae, pero sa kasamaang palad, di ko na siya nakita.


Nadisturb ako.


Okay lang naman kung titiisin ko na lang ang gutom ko, pwede naman ako kumain sa bahay. Kahit paano may pera pa rin naman ako para makabili ng food. Pero si ate, wala talaga eh. Ilang araw na kaya siyang hindi kumakain? *hikbi*


Nadisturb ako.


Naisip ko na sana binigay ko na lang sa kanya yung pudding, kahit paano natulungan ko siya.


Nakita ko ang sarili ko sa kanya. Naalala ko yung mga pagkakataon na naghihikahos ako at kebs na lang kung makapangutang para lang makasurvive.


Nagpatuloy ako sa paglalakad patungo sa sakayan ng tricycle. Pailaw sa harapan at likuran ng mga sasakyan, ingay ng mga jeep at tricycle, usok galing sa mga baklang nagbebenta ng isaw, betamax, adidas, at kung ano-ano pang shit ang tila nanunumbat na sumalubong sa akin.


Kinain ko ang pudding habang nasa tricycle. Ikakain ko na lang siya, sabi ko sa sarili.


P.S. Hindi na ako emo shit ngayon. :D

Note #2: Untitled

As much as I would want to talk about my favorite program, I just can't think of any show that really sparked my interest. Perhaps I can give some of the most memorable programs I used to watch.

*throws in the towel*

Note #1. Love Story

September 7, 2009. My first plane ride. It was quite an unusual day. Rained cats and dogs, forgot my passport and other documents. Barely made it to my flight. 


Mixed emotions. I was pretty much excited 'coz it's my first time. First plane ride ever. First time to see and explore some foreign land. Nervous, I thought I'd never make it to NAIA because it was raining hard and I was a bit paranoid. 


I boarded the plane, ooh, there are some pretty attendants around here. Sweet. So this is what you get from boarding the World's 5-star Airline. 


The food was awesome. I was bored to death. 


Watched Friends on the control console, I was bored. Played games, got bored. 


Scanned through the music collection, and I saw Taylor Swift's album. Listened to the tracks, and the next thing I know, I was listening to the same album for seven straight hours. 


Thanks Taylor Swift for making my trip not-so-boring.


P.S. Love Story is not my favorite, it just so happened that the song makes me feel nostalgic whenever I hear it.

30-Day Meme

Copied this 30-day meme Kaye posted in her blog. Hopefully, it will engage me into blogging more often.

Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favorite television program
Day 04 → Your favorite book
Day 05 → Your favorite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobbie of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy

4 Years

It's been exactly four years since my first ever blog post. I am celebrating this by presenting to you my new blog! Hurray!

(∞) Days of October

The days flew by so fast, yet so slow.

I've always hated this time of the year. So many things to do, so little time. So many things to buy, so little money. So many problems, so little time to think of solutions.

But this year's way different from the past. Classes ended way earlier than expected, requirements were cleared way sooner.

Then, there came tons of problems. Problems even the smartest of people won't bear. Life seemed so unfair. Problems came one after another. Little by little, I was dying.

I couldn't do anything to ease the pain. I've always loved being hurt, I guess. Masochist, you would say. I'd nod in agreement.

I tried to shrug it off, but to no avail. I was like a candle, melting. All I can do now is linger on. Defy the odds, ease the pain.

I'm lingering on.