Gaps, patches and in-betweens

February and March were not very pleasant months for me. I thought the cosmic universe was trying to teach me a lesson or testing my strength. First, I lost my wallet that had cash, all my Ids (SSS, company ID, CAP insurance, etc.) and my ATM card! A few weeks after, I lost the cash from the sales we had during late nights and early mornings of our Flower Festival stall, right inside our house! I was getting downright pissed. In less than a month, I lost about ten thousand pesos, which to me is a humungous amount, and some of the moneys were not even mine! (Our Flower Festival stall was composed of investments from a group of friends…) Kigao suggested that we get a chicken as an offering. “Ag-pitik” or “peltik.” Paul Fianza, suggested that I break a clay pot to stop the bad luck. And though I've been meaning to do it, something just kept coming up and I admit I keep forgetting my vow to do something ritualistic about my curse. Schedules were hectic and I was very much under a lot o...

Lives intertwine Like a tapestry of memories Warming the soul Like cobwebs forming as time ran, crawled, halted for a moment and sprints into faded photographs flashes of faces familiar thoughts capturing feelings that plummet and leap into tomorrow’s ghosts Tuesday, September 20, 2005

We were mostly deaf To their wise, sometimes stern voices; Oblivious of the scent of their perfumes that floated through corridors and classrooms, that will later strike us of a memory, a feeling. At times we tried to ignore the warm, sometimes firm, chalk-dusted hands Touching our lives at that precise moment When they were urging us Not to give up, try harder or offering silent, comforting “it’s ok” squeezes on our shoulders. Back then, we were cruel with our innocence careless with our youth, carefree with our time. Only time ran, so fast Faster than our then adolescent feet can take us. Halfway through the rat race we call life, Strides slow down, heavy with years, changes and choices. We look back with more wrinkles around the eyes A more mature outlook on the world They tried to ready us for. Flipping through the memories we see snapshots of awkward teens, unsure, but with zest, curious thoughts, crazy feelings, and the steady, stable angels beside us. Only now do we realize they...