The Odd Names Who Adopted Thee

Toto, Bonbon, Dudut, Jenjen, Evelyn, Ronie -- these are the uncommon names of the people who adopted me on one Christmas Day. Even a 20-year old bully has his own share of daydream of getting adopted to another family in just a day or two.

"Naa nas Ryan!" Toto said, informing her older sister Jenjen, as I got closer into their front doorstep. I stepped a few more and sat on a bamboo seat. But before that, Jen and I had finally exchanged smiles and greeted one another.

The smiles and hellos that we both have shared were as important as playing DotA with my peers at the computer shop. Those were as important as eating my favorite meal at Birdie's bakeshoppe. It was an encounter that I rehearsed in my mind from time to time while riding on the bus.

Okay, so I'm kinda tired right now to write all the things that happened there so let me give a summary.

- I sat quietly inside the church. (So not me)

- I included myself with the Sunday school for children. Did some kiddie stuff.

- I had to tell the story of Jesus of Nazareth when he went to the Temple. (not sure) because my kabarkada who were kids 8 years old below, chose me. Had no choice.

- I had to sing the Love of Jesus infront of the kids. It was my fault since I raised my hands when Jen asked if who knows it.

- Went back to the church. Listened to Pastor Ronie's sermon.

- Ate lunch. Good Food.

- Made the kids look cool because they were having a playlet later that afternoon. I became an instant hairstylist who knows nothing but combed their hair Jose Rizal style.

- The playlet started. Everyone was laughing because the kids were hilarious.

- The program has ended, and I laid down in the bamboo bench.

- Felt sleepy and watched television.

- Played kayokok late late in the afternoon.

- Went inside the house. Watched TV. Talked to bonbon, and dudut.

- Had dinner with the rest of the family.

- Listened to a few waley jokes from Pastor Ronie and Ante Evelyn

- Watched Tangled with the four of them. I mean, five of them because another one was adopted, Chenchen.

- Ate Breakfast. Had talks with them again.

- Enjoyed the entire holiday.

Note: Here are the videos of their playlet and dance number. Bad quality since I only got 2 megapixel camera phone. Bear with it. :)

Playlet Part 1. Bith of Jesus

Playlet Part 2. Jesus at the Temple

Their Dance number.

Thoughts of a Nomad

I breathed deeply, the one that filled my lungs with enough air to last for a couple of minutes, or days perhaps. But that's just the absurd thought that I momentarily have in my subconscious mind. I couldn't breathe that long. So, this is it. When everything around you is dark, and there seems no chance of light to seep through a thin lining below the door or to any other tiny holes that leads to your room, you just want to stay there. Lie in your bed forever until you become weaker and weaker  each day. And there and there you die without anyone knowing.

But I'm not dying. I for sure knows that I don't want to die this time. That's just ridiculous of me. I tried my best to get rid of these unwanted thoughts and listened to the whirling of my two electric fans. The noise they make compliments the eerie silence of the room. Together, they produced a horrific sound, something zombie-iush. I still find this place scary sometimes.

How I wish I can talk to them, my two electric fans. How I wish they have a life of their own so that I can tell them happy and sad things. The same way, how I wish they will talk back so that we can share the same thoughts. I have a feeling that they know me very well. For all the years that I sleep and wake up together with them, I am sure that they know me more than anybody else.

I have to stop my rubbish thoughts. I rubbed my eyes with my wrist, removing all the unnecessary dirt that make them not able to see clearly. I stared at the ceiling for a while. Then, I realized that it isn't the ceiling but the upper deck of my bed. It's colored orange, the only thing that has color in that dark room. And I think it's nice.

I tilted my head a little to the right while my hand reached for the phone. It says 8.30 PM. What shall I do next? I don't know. I always don't know what to do. I am always unsure of almost everything around me. All I know is that I am hard, careless, and selfish. I think of nothing but my own. But that's not true, I also think about my mom everyday. Oh, yes, my mom, and my sister, too. I also think about falling inlove, if that's possible at this moment in time.

I also think of some old friends. Or if they were really friends. Or if they really thought of me as a friend. Or was there really friendship that blossomed among each of our hearts. Or was it my fault that I no longer have one. I know it wasn't my fault. I've been the ideal friend all along. Maybe I should just skip the friendship stage this time and save it for the future when they are no longer immature brats. They'll always be my ideal friends.

My thoughts were like these as I trailed the walks of the highway. I wore cargo pants, a checkered shirt, paired with a red hoody jacket. I can feel the chilling sensation brought by the wind. It's a hell of a wind. It's too cold for an ordinary evening wind. I can smell a scent of death through this wind. It was Sendong's wind but, it's no longer my problem. People live, people die. What make them worthy of remembering are their good deeds.

I neared the bakeshop as I think of these. I fished my wallet in my back pocket and scanned some peso bills. I have 40 pesos with me. With that, I can eat. I ordered a combo meal that consists of a longganisa, egg, and rice. I watched the saleslady as she gets the uncooked longganisa at the fridge. I enjoyed watching as she did the cooking.

Unfinished Tasks

Sometimes, you just need to go to school without taking a bath because you need to do something really really important. But that doesn't meant you need to do it everyday. That's just so yucky.

I think I'm becoming lazy in writing. I mean, I don't know if I still have a talent in writing features because I'm becoming too stupid, blank, and weird these days. Actually, I supposed not to write any articles this upcoming issue of our weekly paper but when I've learned that the writers didn't work on their respective assignments, I decided to just take the job.

That's all.

Scrumptious Meal

It was too delicious that I almost have forgotten that the bones ain't edible.
This is an overdue entry. I supposed to blog this one a week ago but I kept on forgetting things these days. I forgot even the birthday of my mom last Tuesday that I greeted her late in the afternoon. Memory gap. Needs to drink Memo Plus.
I can no longer recall the name of the appetizer but I think it was somewhat like this.

After a while, a mouthwatering dish was served. Baby Back Ribs. Yummy!

Then, desert. Amigos and amigas! Here goes Mango Crepe!

Now, ain't all of these can make your tummy ask for more?

Melodies of a Sleeping Man

I know I'm sleeping, quietly in my bed as I buried my head in a soft pillow. The sam quite unique thing happens the time I close my eyes.

And I also know that you're being so close to me is just a product of my creative imagination. I for sure knows that this is just a dream because nothing like this one exists in the real world.

You glide towards the aisle .

The smiles I see, the laughs I hear, and the voice so clear are so familiar to me. I knew these all because nothing in this world possess them all. Perhaps it is you. Of course it's you.

Often are the times that I look at you. But you just don't look back because you are preoccupied with too many things that excludes me.