Up until my kid brother flew to Qatar, he never told me where he got this ark-Titanic thing. It's true though. The amateur has the innocence of a child. This is why there is always hope even in the face of defeat. Never lose the heart of a child.
Saturday promised gold. But we saw in ourselves promises of diamonds.
Coal as we are, our embers are unmistakable.
Sparked by the cheers of what started as an indifferent Eastwood crowd, the surprise pep texts from my high school mentor, the photo-finish embrace of my swirling butterfly, and the presence of my loved ones despite the storm, undoubtedly, I was at my (neon) brightest last Saturday.
photo credits: Paolo Papa
more pictures @ Paosilog
August 21, 2007 | 5:34am | Log 188 |
People can't see each other when they are locked in an embrace. So who knows what smiley face this side of Yahoo! Messenger is each other wearing? In love? Celebratory? Bored? No reaction? Whiny? There really is room for doubt.
But it isn't really a hug anymore when you start to doubt.
The last episodes of Heroes had a lot of sincere and deceptive hugging in it. (Yes, it took me this long to watch the season 1 finale). It even ended with a Petrelli brothers hug.
Jaran once told me he hopes I'll be a Nathan to his Peter; I miss my folks in the desert.
Anyway, Ebe looks like Hiro Nakamura. Look for the angle.
August 22, 2007 | 6:10am | Log 189 |
At 8:45 pm, the flood of rush hour people was already drying down, more so inside the train station at Quezon Avenue. Bambam was wearing his celebrity green T-shirt and he encountered Tez. For a moment he thought he'll be shooting a sequel to his Myx commercial.
Tez, the reason behind his TV appearances, has already resigned at Myx so the sequels were pretty much a fantasy. But she had a phone and that was all Bambam needed. He needed to reach the Swirling Butterfly inside the elite walls of ANC, but his old friend Bal to 222 had just told him how bankrupt he is.
Before Tez's phone could save the day though, the train arrived...
Now an unreachable hermit and with the train having left him, Bambam was standing alone in the southbound station. It was still 8:45 though, he thought. Watching faceless people would be more enjoyable for him than going early to the office. So he sat in a corner. ESP might work, he remarked to himself. He would try to wait for the Swirling Butterfly.
One train passed. He was hoping she would emerge from the parade of mannequins and puppets lining up for the train. And another passed. Nothing. And another. Still nothing. And one after another until the clock became a left-facing right angle. Fifteen minutes have passed.
It was time to leave.
He waited for nothing. He wasn't even sure she would appear at all. But she could have had and it would have been cinematographic.
Win some, lose some��being one big risk is how life gets all its meaning. And to keep holding on to the roller coaster ride that it is, we need smaller risks for tickets, one after another. Bambam learned this firsthand at Enchanted Kingdom during his Grade 5 field trip. He didn't want to spend time falling in line. He didn't get to ride anything at all.
He waited for nothing at the southbound station, yet he felt good. It was a familiar feeling actually. He remembered when late nights at the UP Gym meant waiting for nothing but the endless beats of giant snares and bass drums, the onomatopoeia of passionate Peppers... and a slight chance to be with the Swirling Butterfly.
The self resides in the memory. The blur of everyday can be so overwhelming that we lose ourselves unknowingly. Always stop to think. Always remember who you are.
And he remembered. He remembered why he was there and why he was here. He has always been captivated by the Swirling Butterfly's distinct grace. He doesn't know what it is, but he can tell.
Between the train station and the UP Gym, time has definitely caught up. But as much as she says otherwise, the grace is still with her and has always been with her.
It lives in but a few.
August 25, 2007 | 2:16pm | Log 190 |
Naisip ko lang:
Paano nabuhat ang mga tren ng MRT paitaas?
(Kunsabagay nasa ilalim ng lupa ang Buendia at Ayala).
Pero hindi lumalapag ng lupa ang LRT. Walang lusot. 'Di ko talaga maisip kung pa'no.
August 28, 2007 | 6:45am | Log 191 |
