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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.



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.

Hello Darkness, my old friend

I. Is it really the lack of presence of light? or there is no such thing as darkness?

II. The sky after the sun set is filled with stars and a moon that shine upon to guide  people when the sun is nowhere to be found.
At past 6 p.m, sun light is gone. The moon replaces him in his duty in the sky with his billions of stars as her assistant. Even without the presence of Sun, he support the moon by giving her light to lightened up the earth. Then even in the night, there’s no such thing as darkness.

III. But, how really does the sun, the stars, the moon or the entire solar system created?. Does it begin with nothing? Nothing but a dull dark empty space?.

The big bang and other theories?. It is said that from the collisions of two massive extra terestial object which from the whole solar system begin to exist. But that’s just the solar system. Universe are a massive mysterious place. What lies after it?. A vast of emptiness?.
IV. Everything in the universe is filled with light except the black hole where no ray of light can escape. The cosmic clouds, the constellations, everything is like a christmas light throwed by gods in the sky.
V. On earth, does darkness exist? maybe in  the streets of many provinces in the philippines where electricity is uncommon or the minds of many corrupt politicians and other high ranking people in the society where their mind is filled with nothing but darkness. Then there’s such thing as darkness.