Swerve -Part 2

Inamin niya sa akin na marami na rin siyang karanasan doon. Karamihan ay mga nasa parlor at minsan naman yung mga pasahero niya galing malate. "Ok lang sa iyo?!" ang mabilis kong tanong. Sabi niya kapag libog na raw ang umiiral eh di na siya tumatanggi pa. Nakita ko rin ang pagkambyo niya sa sandata niya. "Mukhang tinablan ka ata" bigla kong tugon. Ngumisi lang siya sabay sabing "Kanina pa! Ewan ko ba taglibog ata ako ngayon dahil siguro maulan ngayon." natawa ako sa sinabi niyang iyon. Sinabi ko rin na tinablan ako sa kwento niya kanina na siya namang nagpatigas sa aking ari. Bigla niyang dinakma ang aking pantalon ng walang sabi sabi sabay sabi "Matigas na nga! At ang laki!". Nagulat ako sa inasal niya. Mas lalo akong nalibugan na siyang nagpatigas pa lalo sa aking sandata. Hindi niya binitawan ang pagkakahawak sa ari ko. "Hahawakan ko rin yang ari mo pag di mo binitiwan yan!" na may halong kapilyuhan. Tumawa lang siya at sinabing "Eh di hawakan mo rin". Agad ko ring dinakma ang kanyang ari. Binuksan ko agad ang kanyang zipper at inilabas mula sa kanyang brief. Matigas rin at katamtaman ang haba. napa aaahh siya sa ginawa ko. Tinanong ko kung di ba delikado ginagawa namin na mismong nasa gitna pa kami ng daan habang ginagawa yun. Si di kalayuan may eskinitang madadaanan na kung saan bigla na lang kaming tumigil sa isang bakanteng lote. Sabi niya safe daw kami doon. Mukhang alam niya ang kanyang ginagawa at ang mga kalye at daan. Mukhang sanay na siya sa mga ganitong eksena... Itutuloy

Swerve

Madaling araw na noon nang palabas na ako ng opisina nang biglang bumuhos ng malakas ang ulan. May dala dala akong mga importanteng papeles kaya napilitan akong maghanap ng masasakyang taxi. Sumilong muna ako sa malapit na waiting shed habang nagaabang ng bakanteng masasakyan. Di naglaon may bakanteng taxi na dumaan na siya namang pinara ko. Sumakay ako sa bandang harapan habang ang iilang gamit ko eh nilagay ko na sa likuran. Sinabi ko na sa drayber kung saan ang destinasyon ko. Hindi naman mahirap sa kanya yung pupuntahan namin at alam din niya ang saktong daanan.

Sa di kalayuan naaninag namin ang ilang grupo ng kababaihan na lasing sa daan. Malamang galing sila sa loob ng club sa tapat. Biglang nagsalita si kuya. Minsan na raw siyang may isinakay na babaeng lasing sa taxi niya. Kaso sa sobrang kalasingan eh nakatulog na sa mismong taxi ang babae. Di rin niya alam ang eksaktong pagdadalhan sa kanya dahil di naman sinabi nung babae ang eksaktong address nito. Nung una ay kinakalabit muna niya ang babae ngunit di naman siya sumasagot. Sa tindi ng kalasingan ng babae, sinubukan niyang himasin ang suso nito ngunit wala pa rin siyang nakuhang sagot. naitanong ko kay kuya kung kinabahan ba siya sa ginawa niya. Agad naman niyang sinagot na hindi. Nagiinit na pakiramdam ko habang patuloy siyang nagkwento. Dagdag pa niya, sinubukan rin niyang hawakan ang pekpek nito at nagbabakasakaling magising pa ang lasing na babae. Ngunit bigo pa rin siya. Inihinto na muna niya ang taxi niya noon sa isang bakanteng lote para di naman masayang ang gas. Sinubukan uli niyang kapain ang pekpek nito at pinasok pa ang kanyang daliri sa loob. Mainit raw at mamasamasa. Inamoy rin niya at amoy pawis daw.

Tinablan na ako sa kwento niya at sinimulan ko pang magtanong. Kahit malamig ang aircn sa loob ng taxi, pinagpapawisan na ako sa mga panahong iyon. Alam kong pati si kuya eh tinablan na rin sa kwento niya. Malakas pa rin ang buhos ng ulan sa labas na siya namang nagpapadagdag ng libog ko sa katawan. Sinimulan ko ulit siyang tanungin pa sa iba pang mga bagay. Marami rin siyang kinuwento na lalong nagpatigas sa aking sandata.

Hindi na rin nakatiis si kuya sa init ng aming napagusapan. Tinanong niya ako kung ayos lang ba na tanggalin muna niya ang kanyang polo at itira lang muna ang sando. "I don't mind" sagot ko sa kanya. Dahil matrapik naman kaya di mahirap sa kanyang tanggalin ang polo. Nakita ko ang malalagong buhok niya sa kilikili at ang kanyang dibdib. Maganda ang kanyang katawan. Patuloy lang kami sa aming kwentuhan. Ako naman tinanong niya sa mga karanasan ko. Sinabi ko naman na kaunti lang at noon lang din nung kabataan ko pa. Di raw ako kapanipaniwala dahil sa itsura ko eh imposible raw na wala ako gaanong karanasan ngayon. Lingid sa kaalaman niya ang aking lihim na pagkatao. Nagpatuloy ang aming kwentuhan hanggang sa dumako kami sa karanasan sa mga bakla.... Itutuloy

Hide and Seek

Hide and Seek(11/29/10)


Hide and you will be seen...
Seek and you shall find...


It was an ordinary day for the kids of Barangay Ampalayag. The sun's light was gently dying down from the darkness of the entering night, resting from shining the whole day. It was beautiful, light and darkness kissed and mixed in the vast skies. It was a grand seeing the beauty of it just like this.

The kids of Ampalayag were excited for they about to play the best games from the games they had played. Tonight, when the moon is at its full and the sky is dark, its typical that they play that special game- Taguan. It was making them excited especially that sunset was over and everything seemed hidden by the dark.

Taguan was Arcee's favorite. the kid has some talent in hiding. He was always the last to be found when they are playing hide and seek. He has the knack for it. He was the youngest from the brood of three. He was the favorite of his clan. He was so tiny yet so smart. He always wear that smile, that jolly face that is why he is well-loved by many. He's a kid from an upper class compared to those kids who belonged to not-to well families. He always have the best toys, the best clothes when everything for the other kids are scarce. They envy him but the best thing about Arcee is that he share to them all what he has got. He is humble.

it was dark. The kids gathered from that familiar tamabayan. The place where they always treat as their base. The base of their pleasure, the “taguan”. There was Jaja, a relative of Arcee with his two younger siblings Ar-ar and Jenny. Bao-bao and Elyn are there to participate too with their youngest brother Ponny. They are the children of the chief-tain in the barrio. They formed the younger group. The rest of the gang are adolescents experiencing ther early pubescence.

The game started. That familiar shouting of number sequence.. isa, dalawa tatlo as the kids hastily make head their way to hid themselves, among the bushes, behind a tree etcetera et cetera. Arcee was confused if how he will hid himself. He was too excited. His heart pounding so hard. He was nervous and thrilled for if he will not hid himself carefully, he will be found and become the next it.

Until, he heard a hiss from someone.. “Psstt.. psst..

His Uncle Yam was calling him..”Arcee, here. Come here, quick. Hide here!”

Arcee's face glowed in delight. His uncle was his saving grace. The light in the darkness of confusion, especially now he has no place to hide. Arcee run hastily towards his uncle and quickly the old man shut the door and smiled devilishy while Arcees so trusting of the fraud haven he found unaware of a danger that awaits for him.


To be continued...........

The Prodigy's Project

I remember the days during my childhood when i was always fond of writing experiences and sentiments  in  a journal that special  notebook which holds the  deepest secrets in my life. It was indeed my best friend, the one who understood me through the hardest times in my life. It never spoke but it was ready to listen from every heartache and every sad story that  I have. It was patient, it was understanding it was thoughtful. It was and still is my friend.

Time passed and still i linger to the aid of the journals in my life. It helped me to be strong, it helped me to what I am now.  Now, I'm finally bading goodbye to my dearest friend.Somehow, writing online now is more suitable for me. Its a step to another level of self awareness, of self expression of self acceptance.

Frm journals to writing online, this day will be a chapter of how the prodigy will share the truth behind those unheard stories, of reliving the so called glory days of his life,the new chapter of facing the hurtful realities again,of reminiscing and telling of how he fell short of everything  and the start of picking up the pieces again of his broken life.

Ripped from his old journal, this is the Prodigy's story of playing the greatest freak show ever called life.

I am Arcee, i am the failed (for now) prodigy.....


Here's my story....this is my blog......and this is my project.


Come, I will tell you all..