Dreamer C18

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Chapter 18
Vince versus Ken


Hinintay pa ni Emil nag text ni Ken na nakauwi na ito sa kanila bago natulog ang scriptwriter. Hindi na din nakakapagtaka kung bakit tanghali na itong nagising dahil sa bukod sa puyat ay pagod din ito sa trabaho at sa party ng kanyang Kuya Benz para sa tagumpay ng LD. Matapos makapagdasal ay sinunod niyang tingnan ang kanyang cellphone at pagkakakita ay may 7missed calls at 20 text messages na pawang galing sa iisang tao. Sapat nang malaman na naalala siya ni Ken para maging maganda ang umaga niya.
“Emil!” simulang bati ni Jona kay Emil paglabas nito sa silid. “Mainam at gising ka na. aayain ka sana naming maglibot-libot muna.” aya pa ng dalaga dito.
“Bukas na lang!” tangi ni Emil sa anyaya ni Jona.
“Naman eh! Minsan ka na nga lang makita dito sa atin tapos tatanggi ka pa!” reklamo ni Jona sa kababata.
“Anong ako ang madalas wala? Ikaw kaya ang ngayon lang umwi!” sambit naman ni Emil na pagtutol sa tinuran nito.
“Sige na naman!” pakiusap pa ni Jona. “Promise magiging masaya ‘to.” habol pa ng dalaga.
“Oh, siya!” sabi ni Emil. “Basta ba magiging masaya tayo.” saad pa nito. “Saan ba tayo maglilikot?” tanong pa ni Emil.
“Sa bukid lang saka sa patubig hanggang sa ilog kung aabot tayo.” sumayang pagsagot ni Jona.
“Anong oras naman?” tanong ulit ni Emil.
“Basta pupuntahan ka naming dito.” sagot ni Jona. “Saka wag kang mag-alala, madaming dalang pagkain kaya hindi ka magugutom.” habol pa ng dalaga na may halong tawa.
“Loka! Hindi na ako matakaw ngayon!” saad ni Emil.
“Basta susunduin ka naming!” wika pa ulit ni Jonas aka tuluyang tumakbo palayo na animo’y isang bata.

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THE LAST KiSS (CHAPTER 2)

Tuesday, March 15, 2011


GOODBYE
Mr. Hewlett wasn’t inside yet, no wonder why the class was very noisy. The boys were throwing crumpled papers to one another, the girls were gossiping, others were laughing, some were singing, making a concert inside the classroom.
I sat down on my seat and dropped my bag on the floor. Kirsten was on my left side. I let my gaze traveled around the room, wishing that Mr. Hewlett would be here sooner so that they’ll all shut up. The noise was really irritating. I covered my ears and rolled my eyes. I glanced at Kirsten who busied herself in texting. I could tell that it was her boyfriend she’s texting as I scrutinize her face; smiling, giggling, and if she’s a cartoon character, I really am sure her eyes would turn to hearts. I just sighed.
Behind me, James Conelly was absorbed by the book he’s reading, not minding the flying crumpled papers passing in front of him. His big round glasses was twitched on the other side, and he’s hair was gelled flat on his scalp, as usual.
“What are you readin’?” I asked him, raising my voice to win over the noise. He looked up to me and moved his book on the edge of his desk, letting me read the text.
“Christoper Columbus”, I read. “We’ll have a quiz?”
He shook his head. That was good, because I didn’t study. I sighed in relief. I looked into my watch, wondering where the hell Mr. Hewlett was. The moment i turned to the door, he walked in and shouted, “Silence! Seat, everyone! I want to see you all in your seats!”
The flying crumpled papers and the noise had gone. Everyone went back to their seats.
“Mr. Devlin, please get in”, Mr. Hewlett called, and we all turned to the door. A guy walked in, and I heard Holly and Grazia giggled and muttered, “Omigod! Who is he? He’s soooo cute.” Their gaze didn’t dart away from the guy as he walked to the front of the room.
Mr. Hewlett stood behind the new guy, his hands rested on each of his shoulder. “This is Rolf Devlin, your new classmate.” Rolf smiled, and Mr. Hewlett continued. “He’s a transferee from Crestmount High.”
“Hi Rolf”, Grazia giggled. “You can sit here.”
She motioned on the seat where Holly was seated. Holly frowned and said, “Excuse me?”
“Just transfer at the back”, Grazia muttered to her.
“Why not you?” Holly fumed.
“Enough, girls.” Mr. Hewlett cut them off. Rolf seemed please. “You sit there, Mr. Devlin, on the vacant seat …” Mr. Hewlett motioned towards the empty seat on my right side. “… right next to Mr. Greswode.”
Rolf walked across the room, smiling as he glanced at Holly and Grazia who were suppressing their giggles. He smiled at me also as he sat on his seat. I smiled back and then looked away.
“Open your books on page 178”, Mr. Hewlett called, facing the whiteboard and writing something on it. I grabbed my bag on the floor and retrieved my book. On my right side I could feel the weight of Rolf’s stare. I watched him through the corner of my eyes as he moved carrying his chair nearer to mine.
“Mind if I share?” he flashed a smile revealing perfect white teeth. I stared at him, taking in his navy blue eyes, tanned skin and blond tousled hair. Despite his good looks and friendliness, the reply that formed in my head was I-don’t-want-to-share-my-book-to-you. I was glad it didn’t came out from my mouth immediately because it’s kinda rude. So instead I replied, “Sure.”
“Thanks. That’s so nice of you.” He smiled, and then eyes darted to the book.
“I can’t refuse. You already moved your chair nearer”, I said as I moved my book on the edge of my desk. “It’s kinda rude if I say I don’t want to share my book to you, and you’ll carry your chair back on your place.” I added laughingly. But there’s a hint of truth to my words.
We laughed, unlike his, mine was forced. I didn’t know why I seemed not to like him. I pressed my lips together, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.
“What’s your name?” he asked again.
“Riley”, I took a deep breath as I watched him extending his hand on me. I grabbed and shook it. “Riley Greswode.”
I heard Kirsten teasing me on my back, so I turned and shot her a look. Holly and Grazia were throwing mocks at me.
Finally, Mr. Hewlett began his discussion. I was mentally sighing in relief, because it made Rolf stopped talking. I didn’t know why I feel like he’s a disturbance.
When the second period bell rang, I immediately stood from my desk and slung my bag over my shoulder. I left my book on my desk because Rolf asked he’d borrow it. I headed to the door with Kirsten behind me.
“Hey Riley!” Rolf called, and so I halted. I rolled my eyes before turning to him. “What’s your next subject?”
“English Lit”, I answered, using my upbeat friendly voice.
“Oh!” he tsked. “Mine was Arts. We aren’t classmates.”
“Aw, that’s good”, I said and regretted that the words came out from my mouth so fast before I can even stop it. I glanced at Kirsten who was clearly horrified by what I just said. So, I immediately added, “That’s a very good subject. I like Arts.”
Kirsten sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Hi”. He turned to Kirsten. He extended his hand on her and said, “Rolf.”
“Kirsten”, she said while shaking his hand.
“Oh, that’s a beautiful name”, he planted a kiss on Kirsten’s hand. She blushed. “Very compatible for a beautiful girl like you.”
“Bye, Rolf!” I said and grabbed Kirsten’s arms, dashing out of the door.
“See you in other subjects”, he called.
We walked fast in the corridor. Kirsten was laughing.
“He’s cute”, she said. I just rolled my eyes and grabbed her towards our English Lit class.
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When the fourth-period bell rang, I immediately put my books inside my bag. I growled when my pen was missing. I knelt on the floor and looked under my chair, and the other chairs.
“You lookin’ for this?” a familiar voice called. I knew that voice. I love that voice, especially when it whispers sweet words to my ears before.
I looked up to see Lance standing in front of me, my pen held in his right hand. He extended his other hand at me. I grabbed it and he pulled me, helping me to get up. The moment our hands touched, electricity ran through my body. My body warmed and my pulse quickens.
I stood there foolishly in front of him. Then I grabbed my pen out of his hand and muttered, “Thanks.” I swallowed hard and pressed my lips hard. I struggled to flash a smile and succeeded. He smiled back.
Before I can say anything that would make me looks foolish, I slung my bag over my shoulder and went half-running to the door without looking back at him. The moment I was walking in the corridor, heading to the locker room, I shrugged off his lingering energy that makes me feel that I badly wanted him back; despite of every pain he caused me.
I unlocked my locker and tossed a pile of books inside, and then closed it. I turned when Lance came inside the room. We held our gaze for several seconds before he looked away, and went to his locker beside mine. I watched him as he unlocked it and searched something inside.
“I miss you”, I mumbled stupidly. The words came out from my mouth before I could even stop myself. He froze, without even turning to face me. I swallowed hard and pressed my lips together, wanting to vanish into the thin air. I really am a fool. I felt my eyes stinging. I just laughed and shook my head. I wiped my tears that was running on my cheeks and said, “I’m sorry. This is kinda stupid.”
“It’s friggin’ stupid”, he agreed, closing his locker and looked at me with an expression that could only be read as pity. “So — anything else? Cause I need to get going. I promised Andra to drive her home.
“You’re already together?” my voice cracked as my eyes were filled with tears. I felt my heart was tearing apart. Last time I heard they’re just dating. So, I guessed, I really don’t have the chance to have him again. I struggled to form words with my cracked voice. I asked, “How long?”
“Three days.”
“So, you’re happy now, eh?” I wiped my tears again, hating myself for saying this, and for crying in front of him. But still, I continued, “I’m so sorry if I didn’t make you happy before. It’s just that…” I laughed. “…that’s all I can give to you.”
“That’s okay, really. I’m sorry”, he reached for his pocket and retrieved a handkerchief. He handed it to me and said, “Please, stop crying.”
“You know…” I took the hanky and rubbed it on my cheeks. “…I never felt love until I met you, and I never felt real pain until you left me.”
I looked into his deep dark eyes that once held such love and promise. He hissed and shook his head. He looked out into the window, then back at me. “Why are you saying this?”
I felt an undeniable longing to press my lips against his, wanting to remember the taste of it. No matter how much he’s changed, he’s still my Lance.
“I just wanted you to know how much it hurts me. But I still wanted you back to me. I still love you.”
“Riley,” he murmured, his arms opening wide and I tumbled right in. I was very happy to feel his arms wrapped around me again. “You know it’ll not work out. It’s over. We’re over.”
“I’ll take it as a no, then”, I said. I burrowed closer, my eyes closed, my face buried in the place where his shoulder and his neck meets. My lips moved softly, silently, and then I whispered, “So, this is really a good bye, then.”
TO BE CONTiNUED…

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Good Bye Tatay!

Monday, March 14, 2011

by Jayson Patalinghug


Note:  LOL friends, uwi muna ako sa Butuan City to bring my tatay to his resting place. Offline muna ako for a week. Do not worry, may update naman ang ibang writers gaya ni Dalisay at Emil. I will write updates when I come back.

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Photos credited to Ryan Cardone

Life can be compared to swimming in the ocean. Even if I know how to swim and I am confident that I can jump to the waves at the right time – sometimes when I least it expect it, I find my self drowning, spinning under the waves with my mouth full of sands. If I fight against the waves, it would be difficult for me to surface, but if I float with the current, I come right to the top. However, floating while afraid is difficult. It requires trust and faith in order to survive. Dealing with death of a love one is similar. In order to cope, I need to stregnthen my faith and put my trust to the one who gave us life.

Last Saturday my mom phoned me and told me that my grandfather had died already. The man who took care of me when I was young; the man who gave me my first name; the man who showered me with so much love when my parents failed to give it to me. At that moment, I asked myself “why?” I want answers. “Why is this happening? why me? What did I do to deserve this?”. As soon as I remember to trust His plan in my life – I found it easier to discover the answer to my questions. Death is the only thing in life that comes with a 100% guarantee. I should have realized that though our bodies are mortal, all human beings are eternal. Our soul will not die. Our spirit – the essence of who we are will live forever. The bible said in the book of Ecclesiastes chapter 3 verses 11 “He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end.

It is not easy when you see someone dear to you drawing near into that good night. In the poem written by Dylan Thomas to his dying father he said “Rage Rage against the dying of the light! Do not go gentle into that good night.”As much as possible we would want them to stay, we would want to hold them in our arms. But we all know that there is time for everything under the heaven (Eccleasiastes 3:1). We have no control over life and death and no one can fathom God’s plan in our lives. We might feel all the sorrows and pains of the present but we should always remember that in life, what matters the most are the things that happens in between. The most important are the things that we do, on how we spend our time between our birth and death. The people whom we touched with our simple actions. The friends we made and the families we built.

As I am about to bring him into his resting place, I know that he had served his purpose already. He had molded me to what I am today. He left memories that I would treasure for the rest of my life.

Good bye Tatay….thank you for the love you gave and for taking me as your own when my parents abandoned me.

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