Friday, 30 September 2016

BARAKUDA: A LOVE UNTOLD (Chapter III)



We arrived 2 hours later in Club Punta Fuego at Nasugbu, Batangas on his brand new blue Lexus car. I am wearing a long high-slit baby blue off-shoulder floral dress with my white strappy sandals. Metis also made me wear a white halo of daisies atop my waist-length ash blonde curls. Metis is dressed with that navy blue coat , Grey flannel trousers, brown boat shoes and a pair of stylish Michael Kors' sleek, sophisticated black metal aviators. It’s just so unfortunate that I will miss my gym class , however I’m really anticipating what will happen today. He promised, anyway.

Ata, are you okay?” Metis inquired when we were about to enter the resort.

Yeah. Always.”

“Shall we?” He offered his hand and looked at me intently.

Tinignan ko lang ang kamay niya. Parang may nag-iba sa kanya. Nakadrugs yata. Sweet siya ngayon at parang concerned eh dati, okay lang, sakto lang na magkaibigan.

“Haha! Anyare sa iyo? Hindi ako sanay. Shall we ka diyan. I hate drugs! Pakihuli po to Mr. President” sabay halakhak at hampos sa kanyang balikat.

“ Bakit? Di ba pwede? Di ba ikaw ang date ko ngayon Ata” Lumapit siya sa akin.

“Ata, look, I know this might sound weird and shocking, or this might make you feel uncomfortable or this might ruin our friendship, but I guess, this is the right time to tell you that ….”

Palapitpa siya nang palapit hanggang napasandal ako sa dingding.

“Metis, I don’t want to hear the rest of it please. Look, your friends are waiting.”

“I’ve been holding this for so long…”

He took one step closer. I pushed him away but he gripped my arms until I can no longer move. He moved closer and closer, closer and closer until our noses almost touched. I was desperate. In one single swift moment, I kicked his groin as hard as I can!

“Fuck Ata! Fuck you! I fuckingly love you and it’s fucking crazy to feel this way to someone who is fuckingly a bitch!” He shouted lying on the ground while holding those forsaken testicles.

“And you have a fucked up way of expressing your love! Console those useless balls!  They’re fucking tiny!” I shouted and walked away.

Alam mo iyong feeling na nabackstab ka ng friend mo! Ganoon iyon multiplied by 10! Kulang pa nga iyong flying kick ko sa kanya, kung di lang ako nakadress, wrinestling ko na. Tae pala siya eh! Out of all people, siya pang kaibigan ko iyong magaattempt sa akin ng ganoon. And nagconfess siya out of the blue! Mali lahat! Sana naman romantic iyong pagkakasabi at iyong place. And I never did imagine myself to be in a relationship with Metis. It’s awkward. Business partner slash friend turned boyfriend? Oo, he has everything. He is smart, lean and successful but there are things that we cannot learn.

 “Teka nasaan na ba ako?”

Out there, only meters away is the vast ocean, alive with constant motion.   The white sand crunch beneath my sandals and the waves lap in their steady rhythm, frigid and laced with sea-foam. I can taste the salty air and feel it caress my face. The sun's rays peacefully float, resting on the warm waters. Timid clouds are rarely exposed, leaving the sky to beam blue.  Soothing, a gentle sea breeze rustles through my hair. I took a step into the water. The waves crashed in and over the hem of my dress, soaking it like a rag. I took another step, and another, never taking my eyes off the empty horizon where sea meets sky. The sea is calling me.

“Hey! Are you out of your mind?!!”

“Rape! Rape! Somebody help me!” I shouted as this stranger carried me back to the shore on his shoulders.

“ Bring me down! I said bring me down!”

With all the strength I got, I tugged his hair. He lost his footing and I fell on a hard chest. Opening my mouth, I was ready to scream the living shit out of myself.

I looked up and there he was, up close and personal with his brown eyes glaring at me.

“Let me go,” I pleaded.

He grabbed my waist and looked intently into my eyes. “If you want to commit suicide, don’t do it here! Find any other place except here!”

Suicide? What is he talking about? And why does he look familiar.

“DINUGUAN!” we both uttered simultaneously.

“It’s you!” he exclaimed.

“Get off me! Why do I always end up falling for you?” I stood up and brushed the dust off my hair and dress.

“So you have fallen for me Ata?” he teased.

“Pathetic,” I murmured.

He laughed.

“Crazy,” I sighed.

“You haven’t changed at all, Ata.”

Silence. “What are you doing here? Why do you plan on killing yourself? Maybe, I can help. ”

“I AM NOT HERE TO COMMIT SUICIDE, MISTER.  And I don’t need help from a total stranger.”

“I thought we’re friends.”

“You thought wrong.”

“Are you always angry and grumpy?”

“Yes. Got any problem?”

“Did you come here alone?”

“Are you planning to kidnap me?”

“Yes, I’m playing kidnapper today.”

“Seriously, Red?” I said with utmost sarcasm.

“Gotcha! See, we’re not total strangers. You remember my name.” he sounded amused.

“I’m referring to the sky. It turned red. Don’t assume unless otherwise stated.” I rebutted.

He laughed again as if I cracked a joke.

“What’s funny, care to share, huh?!” while rolling my eyes.

“You’re cute.”

RED’S POV

The wind blew. It was a nice, warm breeze. .  It is  like the classic shots from the movies - rippling, almost in slow motion.

She looked at me just as the brightest ray hit her eyes, which are normally a very standard brown, but in that split second they were the brightest gold, and I just wanted to tell her I really like her. I knew I am into her her the moment I saw her first time. It was instant. I was completely mesmerized by her beauty and personality. She is crazy, spontaneous and there’s something about her that keeps me wanting more.

“Cute is for dogs,” she replied while pouting her lips. I so wanted to kiss those.

“Red, how do I go home?” she timidly asked.

“How did you come here?” I carefully inquired.

“It’s a pretty long story. Where’s the nearest bus terminal?”

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to ride in the bus for another two hours. There’s a problem in their system, I’ve heard it over the radio before I came here and saved you from drowning yourself.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t have suicidal tendencies?”

“Chill! I’m kidding.”

“So, I have to wait here for another two hours? How about car for rent? I will pay double.”

“None.”

“Come on. It’s as if we’re in a secluded island!”she snapped. She snatched her phone from her pouch and threw it back.

“You can’t call your boyfriend?”

“This is the worst day of my life” she said in dismay.  She sat on the shore and rested her chin on her knees. She looked resigned and frustrated.

“Do you want to come over?”

Silence.

I sat beside her.

“We cook the best seafood paella.”

The waves crushing.. 

She stared at me. Then it hit me. I have fallen for her.

“Red, I want ice cream.” She smiled. It was the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen in my life.

I stood up and offered my slightly quivering hand.

"Come with me, Ata." 

Her eyes fixed upon me, she moved in close, holding onto my hand.


Saturday, 24 September 2016

WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE IN THE MID-20’S


After college graduation, I promised myself that before I turn 25, I have to cross out these on my bucket list.
1.  To land on my dream job
2. To find someone worthy of loving    
3. To be proud of myself

One month from now, I’ll be turning 25 and I haven’t checked any of these. And I’m telling you, it’s frustrating especially if you just watched a movie about a woman who has failed her family and friends countless times. It’s wearisome because our dreams could not unfold at the right time for we are restricted by our kin obligation, present career duties  financial setbacks , and at most times, we are impeded by too many stopovers like random dates (unproductive), emotional imbalance and of course, the inexhaustible narcotic effects of social media.

So how does it feel to be at this age?

It’s like riding on a roller coaster. Sometimes, we just wished that we’re still studying so that we’ll be liberated from bills, taxes, groceries, meager salary among others. Sometimes, life is fun because you chose to enjoy it, but then, some people won’t just let you. They will always find faults in you and push you to a realm of nowhere; you experience a total blackout of confidence and worth until you retreat and slowly lose yourself.

Sometimes, we feel unaccomplished and useless. We have medals and trophies, a stable job, traveled a lot, made new friends, found new hobbies, improved our skills, earned certificates, touched lives BUT  why can’ these ACCOMPLISHMENTS pacify and satisfy our soul?  Why are they not enough to boost our being?   What have we missed? We question a lot but answers are left untold. And in this moment, we find ourselves running away. Where to? Beach. Bar. Heaven.Hell.

At this age, we still have crises about our identity, our profession and about being stuck in a situation we do not love. We struggle everyday to wake up and serve the people.  We want more out from life but we’re too weak to go for it. We’re sick of where we are but we are too frightful to start all over again. How can we take a risk if it will only hurt the people we love?  

We grieve about loss, pain and heartaches. We still cuddle the scars of yesterday. We do not let go. We are addicted to a certain kind of misery. We are tired of investing too much love and care without returns. We are sick of being played when all we do is to sincerely give.  But despite all of these, we show a gallery of fake smiles and staged cheerfulness. We still tell lies that we’re okay because that’s what adults do, that’s what grown ups should become. 

Saturday, 17 September 2016

BARAKUDA: A LOVE UNTOLD (CHAPTER II)

“I think you owe me a date.”

“Pardon?”

“Sayang iyong dinuguan, natapon lang sa shirt ko. Bibigay ko pa naman sa iyo iyon kasi diba iyon iyong order mo yata sa karinderya? Sorry pala kanina ha? Peace na tayo. Anyway, I’m Red, 28 and you definitely owe me a date.”

CHAPTER II
HUWHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?????!!! Imagine, iyong maangas, singitero pero may appeal na lalash ay mag-aask sa akin ng date????!!! Weh, di nga! Hala! Baka budol-budol gang ito! Or worse, baka serial killer!  Hindi ko isusuko ang bataan, magkamatayan na!

“Excuse me? Siguro nakamakeup ka? Ankapal.”  

“What are you talking about?”

Abat, nagenglish pa! Slow gets naman! Sayang ang mukha, tapon utak.

“ Nasa EDSA ba tayo?” tanong ko.

“Huh? You’re crazy!” sabi niya. Grabe,to the highest level na iyong brain cells niya ah!

“Don’t English me. I’m not an Englishman,” I replied.

“Is it a yes or a yes?” he asked, smirking.

Or,” I answered back.

“You’re impossible! Who are you?”

“Why?”

“You know mine so it’s just proper to know yours,” he winked and that kagat labi again. Ansarap sigurong paduguin iyong labi niya gamit ang metal mouth ko este metal hands ko pala. Feeling talaga to ah! Nakakaturn-off! Bibigay ko nga ba real name ko?  What do I have to lose?

Ako nga pala si Atalanta but my friends call me “Ata”.  Nakuha ito ng mother earth at pudrakels ko sa Greek goddess na may name ding Atalanta. She is the Goddess of independence, competitiveness and physical skills. She is a warrior and a huntress. She is adventurous, even-tempered and self-assured. Kaya nga siguro ganito name ko kasi self-propelling na ako mula pagkabata.  Kapag kaya ko pa, hindi ako humihingi ng tulong sa iba. Grade 1 pa lang, naglalakad na ako papuntang school at pauwi sa bahay nang mag-isa. Suki ako sa Quiz bee , math contests, science quiz and other academic ventures. Pati nga dancing, piano, painting and beauty contests sinalihan ko kasi likas talaga sa aking magexplore ng ibat ibang bagay. And mind you, lagi akong nananalo sa mga contests.  Madali kasi akong bore and I have a short attention span kaya I make sure I do a variety of things to keep me alive and moving . Kaya siguro iyong mga nagdaang relationship ko hindi nagwork kasi boring sila. O ako nga ba ang may mali? Masyado ba akong high standard? Hindi nga ba ako marunong makontento?

“Hey miss, are you okay?”

Ah? Concerned ba ang mokong na to. ?

“FYI, I’m not okay because you keep pestering me. Would you mind to back off?” I blustered.

“No, I’m not going unless you tell me your name,” he demanded.

“ Fine! It’s Ata!”

“Nice to meet you Ata,” he timidly smiled and offered his right hand.

I raised my eyebrow.

“I’ll be going,” he declared and walked away.

So, that was our first encounter. Red and his mood swings and bossiness among others.  All I ever thought that would be the end of that unusual meeting but universe has just a way of joking us.

Doc Ata, pinapatawag ka ni Doc,” Minerva, our nurse informed me. I am working in a private psychiatric clinic as a psychologist. Actually, it’s a partnership between Metis and I. Metis is my senior in college and we have met ways during a training-seminar on hypnotism. Since then we started going out as friends and to cut the story short, instead of being employees, we have built our own clinic. At the age of 28, I became a full-fledged psychologist and an entrepreneur. Hindi nga lang halata na doctor ako. Haha! Kamukha ko kasi si Sarah Lahbati, sabi nila. 

I went straight to his office and knocked.

Come in,”

Hello Doc,” I greeted.

“Hi Ata. When will you drop the formalities?” he smiled.

I laughed.

He is wearing a light blue long sleeves topped with navy blue coat. He even changed his hairstyle and shaved his beard and mustache. He looks pretty cool today. Now I know why our staff calls him Busan these days. He really resembles Gong Yoo, the protagonist of the Korean Zombie movie, Train to Busan.

 “Sit down, please. Coffee , tea or juice?

“Frappe. Haha. You called for me?”

“Yep. There’s this party and … Let me just be straightforward. Would you like to accompany me?” He looks pretty nervous.

“Where and when?’

“This afternoon. It’s actually a beach wedding. My bestfriend is getting his hands tied,” he laughed.

“This afternoon? You should have asked me yesterday.”

“I was about to call you last night but I guess, it would be better if I tell you in person. I know you Ata. You’re always up to any adventure.”

“But who will stay here?”

“I got all those covered. Minerva will take over,”

But.”

“Come on Ata! We have to enjoy once in a while…please?”  He held my hand unexpectedly and we both sat there dumbfounded. I pulled my hand.

“Sorry. You will come right?”  He looks kinda …. hurt? Maybe, I’m mistaken. I shook that thought off.

Silence.

I don’t have a dress.”

“Open that box. “ He confidently pointed at the large rectangular box on the other chair.

“I promise Ata, you will have the best day of your life.”


*end of Chapter II

Wednesday, 14 September 2016

BARAKUDA: A LOVE UNTOLD



CHAPTER I
Sabi ng matanda, ang pag-ibig daw ay parang iyong tinda niyang sampaguita – mabango, kaaya-aya at busilak. Tama nga naman siya, pero sa simula lang iyan kasi habang tumatagal, malalanta rin iyan, mangingitim at itatapon sa basurahan. Parang si Barakuda.

Unang nagtagpo ang landas namin ni Barakuda sa isang karinderya malapit sa aming tahanan. Alas-9 noon, sabado nang umaga at kagagaling ko lang sa gym kaya mega mega ang akes sweat glands magproduce ng anek anek na liquefied salts pero kiberlalu and then, I was mega mega hungrybells so I ordered “Ate, pansit na may halong … .”

“DINUGUAN. (sabay kindat kay Ate ),” isang garalgal na boses ang biglang  sumingit.
Parang kinilig si ate at nagtransform na Flash sa bilis ng pagbigay ng order ng Echoserang Lalash na itey. Yuck! Hindi naman gwapo uy! Mas gwapo kaya si Babe James Reid ko.

“Ate, unfair. I was here first kaya next time po sana, ientertain niyo muna kung sino ang nauna hindi iyong basta basta na lang sisingit diyan!” (parining ko sa feeling yummy na laley)

“ Any prob, miss?” sabi ng chaka at ngumisi na parang adik tapos nagkagat-labi. Sira ulo! Manyak! Paminta!

“Warut! Chukies and cream! Wa pagkakioms!" (sabay walk-out)

Lumakad ako ng mabilis! Nakakainis! Gutom na gutom na ako! Penge foods! Bwisit naman kasi iyon! Napakaungentleman!

“Miss!”

Aba, aba, hinahabol ako ng kumag!
Tumakbo ako! Bilis!

“Miss!”

Takbo pa rin. Woah!!! May rapist na pala ngayon kahit umaga! Ayan na.. malapit na siya!!!! Sh*t, maabutan niya ako! Urgh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bakit ba kasi ang iksi ng legs ko!!! Grrrr!!! Ah! Sige, karate gusto mo ah! Pagbibigyan kita!!! I turned around and then…

CLASH! BLAGAG! BOOMPANES! BOOMPANOT! WATAAAKKK! PAAK NA PAAAK!

In slow motion, nagbunggoan kami , bumagsak kami at natagpuan ko ang aking sariling nakalingkis sa kanyang matitipunong bisig… nagtagpo ang aming mata, narinig ko ang kabog ng aking heart..sobrang lakas.. parang mageescape from my ribcage , bolta-boltaheng kuryente ang dumadaloy sa aking katawang pusa. Eto na ba iyon???!! . Oh my God! Kinapa ko ang kanyang dibdib! May dugo!!!

Calling DPS!!!! Kriiing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sumagot kayo  DPS!! kund hindi, iCCPR ko siya!!

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“You’re bleeding!” 

It was that dinuguan pala. Shonga lungs te? Epektus cguro ng di pa naglalafs itey.

He started laughing..so hard! I could see his perfect set of white pearls and his little dimples while he grins. He seems genuinely happy with just the right touch of suave. It was pure bliss hearing his incessant insane laughter and watching those chinito eyes that crinkle at the corners. For a fraction of second all I ever wanted was his smile to stay and I thought, if ever we will be, even if the world around us started collapsing, I would not dare crush his heart.

He helped me get up. Emeged. Anlambot ng hands. Bagong downy. Bwahaha! Pamasahe po. 

“I think you owe me a date.”

“Pardon?”

“Sayang iyong dinuguan, natapon lang sa shirt ko. Bibigay ko pa naman sa iyo iyon kasi diba iyon iyong order mo yata sa karinderya? Sorry pala kanina ha? Peace na tayo. Anyway, I’m Red, 28 and you definitely owe me a date.”

*end of Chapter 1