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October 10, 2009

Isang gabi sa Villanueva Street, saksi ang buwan at mga tala sa pagtatalo ng mag-asawang clarence at samantha ukol sa isyu ng pangengerengkeng ni babae at kawalang oras ni lalaki. malakas ang kanilang tahulan na sumasabay sa sigawan ng “LOWER! LOWER!” sa tv habang nanonood ang amo nila ng Kapamilya, Deal or No Deal. 

 

CLARENCE: hayop ka! hindi ka na nakuntento sa akin, pati si Pareng William e pinatulan mo!

SAMANTHA: sorry na, sweetiebone… hindi ko lang napigilan ang nature ko. parte ng estrous cycle ko ang maglandi sa kalsada at magpamudmod ng aking pheromone ngunit wala ka.

CLARENCE: so kung wala ako e ayos lang makipag-sex ka kung kani-kanino? ganon ba yun? you bitch!

SAMANTHA: hindi mo ako naiintindihan! it’s my nature! you cannot change nature!

CLARENCE: but change is nature! pwede ka namang magtiis, pero nalingat lang ako nang saglit, naka-lock ka na sa titi ni William! sa isang askal? yung mga mabababang uri na kumakaen ng sariling suka at tae? you’re so fuckin’ gross!

WILLIAM: (papasok sa eksena) tama na! bakit, nasaan ka ba noong nagle-labor si Samantha sa anim nyong anak? kasama mo yung amo mo, nagja-jogging sa baywalk para magpaka-healthy living kuno! nasaan ka nang mabigkas ng mga anak mo ang una nilang bow-wow-wow? kasama ang mga kompanyero mong nag-susugal at nagyoyosi!

CLARENCE: wala kang pakialam sa buhay ko! wala ka ring pakialam sa buhay namin! isa ka lang askal! wala kang karapatang makihalubilo sa mga tulad naming may breed! pweh!

WILLIAM: fuck that shit! mamatay na kayong mga racists!

SAMANTHA: tama na! wag na kayong mag-away! ako ang may kasalanan! ako ang nagpa-mudmod ng pheromones sa kalye at walang keber na nagpa-amoy ng pwet sa kung sino-sinong aso! tama na please! baka magising pa ang mga tuta!

WILLIAM: hayaan mo silang magising, Samantha. para malaman nila kung gano kasama ang kinikilala nilang ama!

CLARENCE: Manahimik ka! Ahas!

WILLIAM: Aso!

CLARENCE: oo, aso ako! alam ko!

WILLIAM: hindi ikaw! ako! aso ako, hindi ahas!

DOROTHY: (papasok din sa eksena) mommy, daddy, ninong… bakit po kayo nag-aaway? di ba sabi ni papa jesaz masama ang nag-aaway?

SAMANTHA: anak, pumasok ka muna sa doghouse, usapang matanda lang ‘to.

WILLIAM: hindi, kelangan na nilang makilala at malaman kung gano kaitim ang budhi ng tatay nilang labrador kuno! askal ka lang ding napulot sa kung saan! kulay itim ka lang at kumakain ng dogfood na korteng buto!

CLARENCE: tama na! wala kang karapatang maki-epal sa pamilya ko! lumayas ka na dito sa subdivision ng mga asong may breed! left-over eater! wala kang kwentang kumpare! wala kang kwentang aso! kumbaga sa puno, mga saging lang kayo!

WILLIAM: oo! inaamin ko! saging lang kame! pero maghanap ka ng puno… sa buong pilipinas.. at buong azerbaijan..saging lang! saging lang! saging lang ang pinaka-korteng tite! saka saging lang ang may puso! saging lang! (sabay walk-out)

SAMANTHA: huhuhu…William… huhuhu… Si William ang tunay na ama ng mga anak natin, Clarence.

 

oooh, harsh realities of life. hardcore. hwooh!

the end.

Si…Silencio?!

 

  I was having a meeting with my staff, busy for the upcoming magazine. Expecting someone might volunteer, i asked, who want to write about the topic “Does silence really mean ‘yes’?

unluckily, no hand was raised. the staffs minds went blank and clattered into sudden.. silence. as if that particular topic, the question was the answer itself. i gathered different reactions. some broke into laughters. others frown and some still wear their confused look as if bannering a big and bold question mark into their faces. still, no one dared to do the task. so, i’ve decided to do it myself hoping i could make a piece out of it.

when two giant forces (e.g. church and the government) become silent on issues thrown to each of them, it could mean that they respect each other’s power letting each do it’s own thing. but of course, not on all situations. if worse comes to worst, it could be just an intro to a massive collision a nd a much louder explosion.just like an inactive volcano that boils inside an ample amount of molten lava—large enough not ot forget its long-awaited eruption.

a student that keeps silent all throughout a discussion, cuold mean that he don’t understand the topics being discussed (just like what several instructors have always been telling the students) avoiding participation with the thought that he’ll just mess out because he simply don’t understand. on the contrary, this student could also be an introvert type though he’s certainly packed with sharp mind and can get over a quiz with a perfect score.

sometimes, when we’re having an ordinary conversation with someone and we notice that we just can’t get it–the thing he’s trying to make sense of, and we still find it insensible, we just keep quiet than to let him think he already looks like a fool.

Oftentimes, we choose to be silent for us not hurt someone else’s feelings. (but whenever my mother aks me about my studies, i just change the topic of our conversation than to kep quiet.hehe).

And sometimes, actions reaaly speaks louder than words that we just let others judge us by what we do because anything we’ve got to say won’t matter anymore. not saying a thing might be an instant relief from explaining to someone who would never believe.

But when actions connotes silence, we just sit, watch, do nothing but still learn from it.

Silence has made its reflection—a simple sort of defense mechanism to play a safe stand on issues that oftentimes must have been given a proper and clear explanation than to left a big and bold question mark hanging on someone’s head.

Just because no one attempted to write on this topic doesn’t necessarily mean that they can’t. One sure thing why the staff went silent when i suggested the topic “does silence really mean ‘yes’?” is that the question can’t be answered by aplain ‘yes’ or ‘no’. as it isn’t as simple as that. it’s just like a large system of equations that can branch out to different solutions and that is CONFUSION.

Addictive Contamination

  I have bravely swallowed the drug. I’ve been with it for almost three months now. And yet I still, sometimes find myself suffocating. I’ve had this unsurmountable struggle over my heart twisting my brain when I decided to commit myself to this controversy (according to my friends and acquintances and other moralist pretenders). I have married a decision that made me cheat on where I’ve committed myself first.

I don’t think i should regret the decisions I have made despite the consequences I am now facing. My ‘relationship’ now with my instructor has been getting healthier everytime I am sprinkled by the issues and comments from people around me. Sometimes I would just convince myself that I am really doing the right thing. I don’t want to choose because in the first place, I don’t have to do that. Yet everytime I am witnessing and hearing and feeling the agonized defense of ‘him’ because of my classmates and friends turmoil from his decisions, I am battered. It’s as if I am being caught in the middle of a battlefield wherein all of them are trying to get the opponent killed. Warfare of the dearest poeple to me.

Several instances had gone through and I am being able to widthstand the consequences of this. Even so,  I won’t and I’ll never lie to any of the mere product that could posibbly give me comfort in exchange fo my battled principles.

That’s what i thought of before. Before he came into my life. Before he got into my nerves and almost completely making me forget who I really am. #