Posted by Rem
I am now back in the office – sitting on my chair, looking at my laptop and the stack of paperwork I left behind. The past few days went by like a blink but every song ends, is that any reason not to enjoy the music?
The travel started last February 28. Five college friends were at the airport waiting for a flight to Cebu. All were sleepy and somewhat tired from the tedious pace of their respective yuppie lives. The theme of the trip was an unspoken universal truth that all of them needed a vacation badly. After all, they are young and they could disappear for a while or could afford to lose a day or two.
I have to admit that I am not a big fan of flying – I’m willing to drive for hours or ride a boat for days, as long as we don’t need to board a plane. It also didn’t help that we got cheap tickets from the airline formerly known as Asian Spirit. I’ve heard the jokes (you fly an Asian, you arrive a spirit had been tossed around a lot), but surprisingly Zest Air was ok: a good 8-out-of-10 in my book. The little airline could deliver on-time flights, short check-in queues, roomy planes, smooth rides and Zest-Os. Yay for Zestos! more…
FICTION posted by Rem
“In the face of true love, you don’t just give up even if the object of your affection is begging you to…”
I forgot where I heard this quip…it could be from Chuck Bass or from Lucas Scott, heck maybe even from Dawson Leery. Perhaps this naive and somewhat valiant way of looking at true love occupied my mind as I traversed the long and pothole-ridden roads of the north that led me to the disaster that is you, my dear Alex.
I’ve heard rumors and talks about how you felt about me, about the possibility of an “us”. At the same time, I also heard discouragement from very concerned friends who said that I’m basically committing emotional suicide; that by going to where you are I’m actually entering the deepest, innermost circle of hell. Though I heard them all, I chose to listen to the rumors and talks – the rest I treated as white noise – you hear it, but it is nothing but minute and insignificant. more…
Posted by Rem
Sa paningin ko, hindi na natuturing na balita ang trapik sa mga tila-malalawak na kalsada ng Kamaynilaan. Sabi nga ni Kuya Jov, ang paborito kong takatak boy sa Quezon Avenue, mas matakot ka pag hindi trapik, ibig sabihin may masamang nangyayari o kaya katapusan na ng mundo. Tulad ng madaming tao, hindi ko na siguro mabibilang kung ilang beses nakong nahuli sa trabaho o eskwela dahil nagkabuhol-buhol ang lahat ng bagay na may gulong – kotse, taxi, jeep, bus, trak, motorsiklo, bike at wheelchair – sa (ilagay ang pangalan ng kalsada). Nag-iiba lang ang lugar, pero pareho-pareho parin ang dahilan.
Ngunit isang gabi sa C-5, nagbago ang isip ko tungkol sa trapik – newsworthy pa din naman pala ito kahit papano. Linggo ng gabi noon, kagagaling lang naming Laguna at panatag ang loob ng lahat na maluluwag na kalsada ang sasalubong sa amin pagkalabas ng South Luzon Expressway. Sampung minuto matapos makalaya sa SLEX, dagat ng pulang ilaw ang sumalubong samin. Trapik, hindi gumagalaw ang mga sasakyan, yung ibang motorista nagpatay na nga ng makina. “Puñeta trapik, may pasok pako bukas!” bulalas ni Nicky na nakaupo sa passenger seat. more…
