The Boy Who Stutters

Naging professor ko yung nagdisenyo ng UP Sablay, nagkaroon ng orgmate na math instructor (buddy ko nung applicant palang ako kaya special mention), tapos naging orgmate yung professor sa isang film class eventually. Big deal sa’kin ang mga ito noong panahon na nararanasan ko sila. Manghang-mangha ba. What are the odds? Sa sobrang lawak ng UP, ang liit pa rin ng mundo sa loob. Kaya naging maingat na sa paghook-up. Chz. Nakakita, nakausap ng mga artista’t aktor. Nakapanood ng shoot, naging bahagi, gumawa ng sarili. Sa sobrang daming opportunities, wala ka nang mapili at pinapalipas nalang sila; umaasang marami pa namang dadating. Nagkaroon na ng beep card. Nadelay sa MRT at inakalang sobrang tagal. 2 minutes lang pala. Narealize na malaking bagay pala yung nawala sa dalwang minutong delay ng tren – o siguro ganun lang sa metro manila. Iba ang takbo ng oras at tao sa terminal sa Centris tuwing tanghali at gabi. Sobrang daming ruta ng jeep at kapag mali ang sinakyan mo, paniguradong magla...

On the 47th Martial Law anniversary, the University of the Philippines had a weeklong activities to “commemorate and honor the memory of the University’s best and brightest who struggled against dictatorship and despotism”. I was able to attend two events: a film screening of Liway and a forum on Media, Martial Law, and Human Rights in Cine Adarna. Both opened my eyes to the political climate of that historical period in our country. The former uses the audio-visual medium to expose and enlighten people about the subject, while the latter utilizes verbal interaction to illuminate audiences. Such programs do not only help the community to remember but also prevent the mistakes of the past transpiring again. Film, as one of the prominent media, is able to deliver an experience that transcends other forms as it does not only display moving and sound pictures. For one, Liway carries a strong narrative about the grimes and terror inflicted during the Marcos regime and his martia...

I heard you came home. You really did it, didn’t you? I don’t know whether I’m sorry we didn’t last or I’m grateful for our story was cut short by circumstances I don’t even remember. But then I would lie if I say I didn’t miss you. We were not friends in Facebook anymore, because you unfriended me before you left. You thought I blocked you, so your impulse was to cut the strings entirely. Then I revealed that I just deactivated my account for a period and that’s why you couldn’t reach me anymore nor send me a message. Your assumption was wrong, and you reacted badly. Funny, you kept in touch via text despite cutting me online. I sound arrogant now, do I? Here you are with your public photos – with your partner and son. What a beautiful family! Your son got your looks – that’s obvious. You’re a loving parent – I could tell. Too loving that we happened. Your arrival should not mean anything. Yet it reminds me of us. It reminds me of the Sunday nights, the impractical travel to Sta. Cru...

“I’m here,” I texted. I waited. You came with your gloomy face. It wasn’t the cheerful vibe I got from our exchanges online. I smiled. You sat beside me. Was it really you? For a second, I felt I met the wrong person.  Who was that? You drew something from your pocket and wallet. You lighted your cigar and started puffing. I still smiled. You finally moved so I followed you. You smoked as we walked so I had to distance myself. You were sorry, or were you? After a grid of streets, we entered your house. You got your own room. It smells though. I still smiled, or did I? You had the courtesy to offer one of the sandwiches you ordered from that Buy 1 Take 1 food stall where we just personally met. I refused; you haven’t eaten yet, you said. I explored your room – with my eyes – as I always do with every new place I’m in. You were a college student. As I’m about to become as well. I sat in front of you. I dare occupying your bed while you sit on your study chair. I wonder if I broke or...

An old friend visited me recently. He himself delivered the food I ordered from him. I was expecting we're gonna drink, but he didn't bring anything but the food. Such a letdown. Because honestly, he kept my hopes up when he asked me the day before what beer he should buy. I was disappointed. Then I remembered he has always disappointed me. That I never told him. But I think I didn't need to because maybe he felt it (or I could only guess.). I made him stay, as implicitly planned. And so the difference is the missing beer. I didn't mind. As we talked without alcohol before, I thought we can talk again without one. Here comes the awkward silence as we try to create a conversation.  Well, we haven't seen each other for months. The last time we had talked personally was last year.  I knew what he wanted. Believe me when I claim that he wanted our old conversation. He wanted to listen to me talk about anything. He wanted to be asked the same questions. He wanted to hav...

What if that message was sent? Would it change anything? Would he reply?   You bombard yourself with these questions – repeatedly and painfully. Why? On what purpose? You made up your mind, haven’t you? What keeps bothering you? Why bother?   This isn’t the first time. In fact, if you would count every man you endured, you would only lie again when you answer the number of sexual partners you had for the past 12 months. You are going to have yourself tested again. For free condoms and lube, of course . You are going to answer the same questionnaire again. You are going to sign the same disclosure agreement again. Why? You were always safe and sure that your visit to the clinic is really just for the free rubber and lubricant. Or you’re just paranoid about some rashes on your skin.  Fine, you comfort yourself with anything anyways.   And the result was nonreactive. You’re negative, as expected. So the idea of bare still lingers. Curiosity is indeed dan...

Mahigit isang daang araw na ang lumipas nang kailanganin natin maghigpit. Tanda ko pa noon na nagdalawang isip ako kung uuwi ako sa’min. Dormer ako at may nabalitaang may dalawa o tatlong posibleng kaso sa campus. Naka-quarantine na naman daw. Propesor daw na galing sa ibang bansa tapos nagturo agad. Agad din naman tinunton ang mga lugar at tao na pinuntahan at nakasalamuha. Nagpadala ng mga pribadong mensahe at pinagquarantine din ang mga estudyante at kapwa-guro. Nalaman ko ang balita mula sa naging kaklase ko sa isang GE na nakatanggap mismo ng liham at hiling na mag self-quarantine muna. “Ibang kolehiyo naman,” naisip ko. Sapat ang distansya ng magkakalayong gusali; sobrang lawak naman ng unibersidad. Ako nga na sopomor, hindi ko pa rin nalilibot ang sangkalupaan ng eskwelehan ko. Walang dapat ikabahala. Kaso ang distansya o layo ay hindi nakatulong kung ang isip mo ay ilang araw na ring hindi pirmi. Matapos ba naman ang mga sari-saring nangyari nang pumasok ang bagong taon, s...

Friday, Feb. 15, 2019 ∙ 18:38 Hey –  Got it.  Probably I’m gonna have dinner here first. Then good to go. Just so you know, I’m part Chinese, I tend to have Asian flush syndrome or the face redness when drunk. Just don’t freak out when that happens. People usually get concerned. But not gonna drink much since it’s been long since my last. Thanks. Hey. I’m still dressing. What time? What time? ?? I’m sorry bro..I was waiting too. I’ll be on my way now. Almost there. Traffic jam at rodics. I’m here. Alright. I’m wrapping up naman na. Are you good with TK? Haha don’t worry, that is noted. You don’t have to rush. I’m still waiting for the jeep.  I’m on the jeep. Will wait for you sa Ministop. Mga 8pm or before 8pm nandoon na ako. Malapit na ko. Sa ministop See you bro Rodic’s Bahay ng Alumni? Saturday, Feb. 16, 2019 ∙ 00:39 Nakauwi ka na?  Yup Saturday, Feb. 16, 2019 ∙ 03:14  Hey, sorry I missed your call. I jgh. Anyway, I went out yester-night with an 18-yr old ...