So much of the stories you could get from a failed 4-year relationship are ugly, a little twisted and ultimately, sad. But sob stories are a dime a dozen nowadays, which is why once in a while it’s nice to have a break from all the drama and tell a nice story – albeit, culled from said failed relationship.
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. Read the rest of this entry »
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. Read the rest of this entry »
