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A Little Letter A Minute After Three

Hello, what is Meta Professional mode? I just intend to keep the followers and friends from the past to be updated with whatever’s happening with me. Suddenly, tadah! There are offers for ads and “subscribe to Meta Verified”.

How is me, you wonder? Heto, pagod.

In the wee hours of morn, I am eating my leftover ramen while trying my best to finish the books I am currently reading (for Pinoy Reads Pinoy Books and Nakita sa Booksale pero Hindi Binili). I wasn’t able to write creatively at the moment since my mind is vexed from frustrations of the Corporate, topped with difficult Market movements of Late-stage capitalism and looming anxiety of 5 days onsite expected later this year.

I miss my amigas. We only touch-base in our group chats. I miss the PRPB after-parties and/or walwal nights. And I miss the moments when I can just grab my bag and hike Benguet mountain ranges, or go to Palawan to feel the sea breeze. I may live in a “ivory tower” away from the floods, but I am not invincible not to feel lonely (or be out of touch with reality. yet. I guess?)

You can actually see my bogsa moments in my instagram stories, my older entries in my personal website. Tiktok contents are stale. Maybe I can put a video out sometime this weekend.

I hope you are okay, dear friend. I may be TTTHHHHIIIISSSS tired, but I make a point to set a time to destress. I hope you do, too. Take care of your health. With leptospirosis and coughs and colds around us, I hope you get yourself some vitamins. Don’t forget to drink water. And never forget to rest.

Because when we rest, we dream. And the further we dream, we envision.

And then, we rage against the machine.

Zero Visibility

Hinihintay humupa ang bulong ng
malakas na ulan nang biglang
umugong ang kulog
sa condo na walang katao-tao.
Lahat sila’y nakalusong,
bumibiyahe kasama ang
ingay ng trapik, mga businang
may badya ng pag-aalala.

Naghihintay ako
hanggang alas-kwatro,
titiyempuhin na tumigil
ang alburoto.

Sana ngayong hapon, makapasok ako.
Kung hindi, wala. Work from Home.

Poetics:

I woke up and I saw the rain. Took a photo and drafted something to get the worry out of my system.

Eve at the Ivory (tower)

Ngayong gabi: kasama ng hanging dala ng halumigmig ng ulan, ng mga pipip sa kalsada at ng minsang ting-ting ng aking window chime, ninanamnam ang ligtas na kinatitirhan.

Ngunit sa kabilang banda: kumakapit ako sa nabasang kwento ng isang batang estudyanteng nagsalaysay ng gulong nasa paligid niya. Kung saan ba sya papanig, kung sino ba ang paniniwalaan. Habang katabi ang mainit na kapeng arabica, nahihigop ako ng kanyang mga katanungan, at tila nadadagdagan ito sa bawat eksenang naaalala ko sa kalsada: ang mabagal na galaw ng PNR, ang trapik sa Kalentong at ang katabing ninakawan, at ang pagpasok sa kabila ng baha sa kanyang nilalakaran.

Naisip ko bigla: kasalanan ba ang dumistansya sa mga danas ng nasa pahina? Kasalanan ba na pilit kinakalimutan ang trauma ng kinagisnang Ondoy, Ulysses at Yolanda? Sa dami ng mga ingay at tanong, narito pa rin ako, tumatakas sa mga kinilalang poot ng mundo.

Poetics:

Sometimes, I ask myself if I was the only one feeling guilty on the life I chose. Maybe because I used to be part of the urban poor, but very privileged to graduate in a university with the course I chose to aspire, landed a high calibre work experience and finally, chose to own a unit in a high-rise condo away from the standard bungalow of Metro. Do I deserve to be living away from the before? Should I be indebted to the people arounde me, while I toil just to have a stash of good coffee?

After moments of guilt-trips and dilemmas, I learn to be grateful of all the experiences I’ve been through. It is extremely expensive to own a house for a single-income earner, but I make sure to say thanks to the higher being who guides me in my solitude. And I remember, my decision to live alone is my way of healing from the bitter memories.

Mga Alon ng Kalungkutan

Raw materials retrieved from my 2019 tweets. Re-worked and then submitted in the Mountain Beacon facebook page. Perhaps, they will be used again as content in my stories of loneliness, anxieties and dreads. After all, my heart became at ease as soon as I put them all on paper.

Tiong Bahru, August 2022

“Hindi na yata ako makakahanap. Napaglipasan na ako.”

And I felt that loneliness na wala na siyang magiging life partner.
He will be like me.

A voice inside me asks,
“Baka pwede ako? We can try, at least.”

HK Airport Confessions, 2019

There was a wave of loneliness earlier today.

Little waves came when I saw my luggage exceeding 2kg from the enforced carry-on. I kind of willingly surrender some of my clothes to the bin, and put all the luxurious soaps hoarded inside my purse. Tried removing things here and there.

A medium wave came when I saw a yuppie couple before the immigration gate, hugging and talking in their mother tongue, and the guy stayed while the girl rolled her luggage and walked away. It sucks that you are the one making the departure.

The huge one came when I entered the airport rails to the boarding gates, when these old Lolas and Lolos seated inside and merrily talking, in a language I cannot comprehend (even via context clues!).

I was wondering, why do I keep on leaving..? I mean before, whenever I leave, I feel excited or light and happy. But then again I thought, what about those being left? What if… I become part of the other side — the woman who stays and waits?

I realized, we need to treasure every “now” that we hold in our hands. We have to be brave in unfolding ourselves, and drop those inhibitions. So that when they leave, we don’t regret. Or…

We regret less, and we wait more.

BGC High Street at 3AM

They say that loneliness comes in waves. A variety of sizes, a plethora of sounds. Sometimes, it appears as a ripple. Like a little crystal between the toes, being playful. In rare instances, they come in huge waves, like you are in a little kayak in the middle of the sea.

As I was walking the city at 3AM, the little ripples came knocking at my senses. It started to build up, and when I opened the door — the huge wave surprised me. I felt like I was drowning, but my feet kept walking on the concrete. I was haunted. My doubts and fears… those anxieties that you thought you never could have…

The heart started to beat fast, the chest started to heave sighs, the sight started to blur.
Little did I know, I was crying.

I talked to God. And I whispered this deepest fear at the moment… On what to do next, do I take it logically, should I be analytical on things and such. But there’s no answer. All I did was cry and sigh and walk. I think I was like a soldier becoming tired of getting through the day. Heck, tired of getting through life. And yet, I remembered Lolo’s story:

In waves, one must learn total surrender, and the art of dance.

And so I danced with the waves coming and going. Suddenly, all of it just melted away. Like the battle of storm clouds finally ended, and the waves became little ripples again. But this time, they are subtle and at peace.

My heart became at ease.