Takbo

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I.
Hakbang. Hinto. Ubo.
Hakbang uli. May natapakang kung ano.
Tingin: Kalderong may lamang patay na pabo.
Tuloy ang lakad.

II.
Lakad. Lakad. Tigil.
Sa di kalayuan may anino ng kung ano.
Lapit ng kaunti. Tanaw.
May mamang may dalang itak.
Tago.

III.
Sa pag tago, natabig ang bote ng toyo na kakalatkalat.
Ngayon ang mama ay naghahanap.
Lingon lingon. Hanap doon. Hanap dito.
Maya maya’y papalapit na sa’yo.

IV.
Wasiwas ang itak habang sambit ang salitang: Nariyan nako!.
Napa mura ka sa sobrang takot:
Tang ina mo!
Karipas ng takbo. Mas mabilis pa sa alas kwatro.

V.
Kasunod pa rin ang mamang may dalang itak na mabilis din ang takbo.
Napadasal ka na sa lahat ng santo.
Takbo. Takbo. Takbo.
Duguan na ang paa sa mga tumusok na mga basag na basyo.
“Tanginang ‘to” ang sambit mo.

VI.
Lingon. Hanap. Wala na ang nag hahabol na mama.
Baka na bubog ang gago o napagod at nag pahinga na.
Pagod kana rin. Kanina ikaw ang hinahabol. Ngayon ikaw naman ang naghahabol- ng hininga.

VII.
Tumaas ang balahibo pagkaraang makarinig ng kung ano.
Sa mga nag kukumpulang halaman may nilalang na nag tatago.
Pigil ang hininga. Hintay.
Kaba. Kaba. Kaba.
Ayan na!

VIII.
Lumabas mula sa halaman ang mamang may dalang itak. Sigaw. Mura.
Nag salita ang mama.
“Sutil kang bata ka! sinabi ko bawang ang bilhin mo! hindi boy bawang! pano ko ipang gigisa ‘to! Siraulo ka!”.
Karipas ng takbo. Malayo sa amang hindi pala itak ang dala, kundi patpat pamalo.

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Eskwela

 

Tangan ang bag na naglalaman ng kaunting aklat at iba pang gamit pang paaralan, tinungo ko ang daan patungong sakayan ng dyip. Mag aalas-syete na noon ng umaga at kaunting oras na lang ay mahuhuli na ako sa klase. Masungit pa naman ang propesor ko sa unang subject na si Gng. Tabana na nagtuturo ng Filipino sa wikang ingles. Ibang klase pa namang propesor si Gng. Tabana. Siya ang kinakatakutan ng lahat ng department ng college. Dati siyang dean ng College of Liberal Arts ngunit natanggal dahil sa sobrang kasungitan. Siya lang ata ang propesor sa Pilipinas na strictly english-only ang linggwaheng gagamitin kapag  klase niya-take note, Filipino ang tinuturo niya samin. Nag tatagalog lang siya pag galit at mambabara.
“Mr. Andrade, would you please tell us your reason why you’re late?”
Yan ang unang bungad ni Gng. Tabana gamit ang pimipiyok na boses na parang galing sa kung saan man. Para akong batang iniwan ng magulang sa gitna ng grocery store-di alam ang gagawin. Halos buong klase ay nakatingin sa akin. Pigil ang tawa dahil konting bungisngis lang ay sila naman ang pag iinitan ni Gng. Tabana.

“Ah. Ma’am”
Dali dali akong sumagot ngunit ‘di ko alam ang idurugtong dahil kahit ano mang sabihin ko may salita siyang ipang kokontra sakin.

Heto ang mga naisip kong pwedeng idahilan at ang maari niyang isagot.

“Traffic po e”
-Aah traffic? alam mo namang traffic e, bakit ‘di ka gumising ng maaga para maaga kang makaalis at di abutan ng traffic?.

o kaya:

-May bago ba ‘don? lagi naman traffic sa maynila e.

“Wala pong masakyan”
-Bakit strike ba? wag moko pinag lololoko iistrikin ko mukha mo!.

o kaya

-Wala ring masakyan grade mo e.

“Ngayon lang po ako nagising. Napuyat ho kasi kagabi kakagawa ng project sa Integral”

-Aa ganon?. Sige, pagpuyatan mo rin kung pano mo ipapasa tong subject mo.

Ganyan si Gng. Tabana. Para kayong naglalaro ng chess at alam mong ikaw lagi ang talo. Ewan pero dahil sa wala nakong naisip. Napasagot ako.

“Kapag na late ka ba ma’am, tinatanong ko rin kung anong dahilan?”

 

 

 

 

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Noise

I. Here i am. Far from the concrete jungle of Manila. Far from the ear-wrecking noises of jeepney’s stereo that play songs of Air Supy and Renz Verano. Far from Stereo blasting Neighbors. Far from the noise polluted place that i ever known.

Nowdays, no places or ocasions can be considered quiet. ‘Quiet’ for the millenials is an imaginary word. There are spaces inside our brain that needed to be filled with music, it has some neurons that command us the necesity of sound in everything we do. Everyday is a day full of decibels piercing straight to our ear drums. The shout of someone bad mouthing their neighbor, the beep of our cellphones when someone is calling, the siren of some random emergency vehicles passing by and even the cry of an infant.
Tell me a moment in your life when you’re doing something without listening to your favorite songs. Even when you’re broken hearted, you feel some comfort when your earphone is plugged in into your ear while your favorite song like “i’ll never go” speak to yourself.

What is holy week for the people who grew in 2000’s?. A week filled with noises of lenten special television shows? or static of a microphone from someone rapping the lyrics of pasyon?. Maybe in 80’s or 90’s, silence is a big word but now?, every day is a fiesta filled with sound, songs, music and decibels even in the days where silence is a big part of the ocasion: holy week and all saints day. Expect someone in your neighborhood turning on their sound system and blasting its volume up to 10. But maybe partying is their kind of being spiritual.

The days like christmas and new year’s eve are not complete without music. Songs of Jose Marie Chan are playing in every shopping mall. Music from international and local hiphop and pop stars are conquering the minds of every teen playing their songs in their house even the lyrics are explicit.

II.  Being Noisy in elementary and highschool  days is considered an undesciplined act. But I’m too young to understand that. Now, it shed light to my consiousnes why Mrs. Tuazon, our grade 6 adviser pinch us in the ear everytime she hear us talking about the latest dance craze of Mark Herras on S.O.P.

The murmurs we hear is a distraction in our mind to do our job properly and that’s the biggest problem of many teachers like Mrs. Tuazon. How can someone teach something if their student is busy talking to their seat mate about the lovelife of Kris Aquino?. I even understand why they pinch us. It is the noise and uhm, Krissy?.
III. But noise is a part of life. Nothing is quiet even inside the church or cemetery.  Have you seen a mass without a choir? or people visiting their love ones in the cemetery talking, singing or even playing music from their portable speakers?.
I’m writing this thing and there’s no minutes passes without hearing some motorcycle’s engine noise roamong into my brain.
Maybe the world really is noisy and that silent is just a word.

How I won the war

If fighting in a war against my inner self for being a lazy bastard is considered to be an honorable activity, i maybe become atleast a corporal now. Yes, you’ve read it right. I’m a lazy bastard: picture someone chubby, laying on a couch with a pack of jack ‘n jill nova on his hand while watching Ancient Alien on History channel, that’s the best representation of me. I don’t know why, but after the last day of semester, i always had this urge to stay in the couch all day doing nothing. I even joked my mom that she needs a surgeon to help me get this couch surgically remove from my body.
As far as i remember, i promised myself to be a responsible human being this summer: Go to somewhere else like Makati or Taguig and find a summer job so that i can pay all my expenses without asking my brother in Australia to send money so i can pay those bills. But i guess,  promise were meant to broken. It is the 2nd week of summer and still i’m laying in the couch watching Anthony Burdain: Parts unknown.
Of course, i don’t want to be a useless piece of crap all my life. I wanted to do something. Something that can make my Mom and my brother proud. So i carry my lazy-ass up, and head to the kitchen to do the dishes. I make sure that no one is at home, i don’t want my relatives to see me doing choires, they’re all bully, bragging like: “Whoa! sa wakas, sinipag ‘din ang walang hiya!”. And off course “kasipagan” are hard to come by these days.
After the dishes, i do the laundry, swept the floor, changed the sofa cover and fix the t.v anthena. Out of tiredness, i fell asleep on the couch. Minutes later, i woke up in the shout of my mom;

“Sutil ka talaga! nakahiga ka nanaman dyan! ‘di mo gayahin ate mo, naglinis ng bahay, naglampaso, nag hugas ng plato, nag laba at nag palit pa ng cover ng sofa! Magbago bago ka nga”.

But atleast, i won the war. I won the war against my inner lazyness. I’m happy to be this useful human being even for a day. If my mom could only knew.

Let’s take our time tonight, girl

‘Yan yung unang lyrics na bumungad pag sakay ko ng jeep patungo sa school. Sinasabayan pa ng babaeng katabi ko, una siya lang hanggang sa maya maya, nag si sabayan na sa pag kanta lahat: Parang eksena sa Glee. Ako? naipit sa kumpol ng mga pasahero na kumakanta ng walang kamatayang Versace on the floor habang naka takip ang tenga.

Tapos na ang tinatawag na “era” ng thinkin’ out loud at closer, heto nanaman at may bagong kantang lumulutang sa bawat sulok at eskinata ng Pilipinas. Maging saan at kung ano mang ginagawa mo: kung kumakaen ka man sa karinderya, nag gugupit sa barberya, nag lalaro sa comp shop o tulad kong nakasakay sa jeep, malamang heto’t heto ang kantang maririnig mo. Parang kulang ang isang araw nang hindi napapatugtog ‘to. Lalo na ng mga feeling super star sumasabay sa kanta ni Bruno Mars lalo na sa mataas na part;
“Andernit da tsaaandileeer *ubo *ubo”

Ano kayang sunod? malamang pag agawan ang kantang ‘to sa mga videoke at pag mulan ng away gaya ng pagkanta ng maalamat na “My Way”. Parang ganto ba;

*Pagtapos kantahin ang kantang “sayang na sayang talaga”

Guy 1: “Hoy, versace kanta ko ‘yan”

Guy 2: “Hoy tang ina mo kakatapos mo lang aa, ano ‘yan concert? concert?”

Guy 1: “E ano? ako nag lagay niyan e! tsaka ikaw ba may birthday?

Guy 2:

Videoke:

Mic:

Versace:

Ang tanong lang? ano ba meaning ng kantang ‘to?. Pati ata yung mga anim na taon kabisadong kabisado ang lyrics neto e. Pero, mas okay na ‘to kesa sa mga kanta ni Skusta Clee.