Daydreams

October 13, 2009

It was 2 p.m. Feeling so tired and sleepy, I decided to take a nap before I go to class. A minute or two after I closed my eyes, I realized that the neighborhood was unusually quiet. There was no loud talking or loud music, especially no hammer banging, wall drilling, or grinding steam cleaners. Perhaps most were already in their office or asleep.

Then, eyes still closed, I heard birds chirping. I hadn’t realized that there were also birds flying about in this area. Perhaps I have always equated this city with fast and noisy life. I enjoyed the sound of the chirping birds blending with the sound of a softly blowing wind. It was relaxing. There was no need to open my eyes or to fall asleep right ahead.

Then, at a distance, I heard the voices of children laughing. They were playing habulan, I supposed. There were shouts here and there, followed by giggles and simultaneous laughter. I visualized that they were all in good spirits, playing under the glorious sun.

Then, I could not tell anymore if I was awake or dreaming. But I know for sure, I missed home.

daydream -  a pleasant visionary usually wishful creation of the imagination

Don’t Mess With the Strappy Girls

Here is another FX story. While sitting at the back seat of the FX (my usual spot), I started to hate the driver. He seemed to be racing to hell, with the passengers bumping against the windows and doors. We were like lotto balls being drawn. He beeps every 10 seconds at every vehicle and pedestrian, as if he owns the road. Ironically and annoyingly, we never really got way ahead of the other cars. Of course! There were stoplights and intersections, and it was near rush hour! I was actually scared for my life and limb. I have no Medicare supplement in case of injury, and I am pretty sure, the driver can never replace my life. Besides, I still want to take the final exams. lol.

 

Two girls got in the FX while in Baclaran. They wore sexy spaghetti straps and short bottoms. My last kwentong FX also involved similar girls, and those girls asked for the driver’s number (ang haba ng hair!). But not these strappy girls (SG).

 

FX driver: Kulang ang bayad niyo.

SG: Araw-araw yan ang binabayad namin. (classic)

FX driver: Araw-araw akong bumibiyahe. (another classic)

 

Then the driver seemed to be in tantrums, whispering side comments and throwing the coins to the can.

 

SG: Ano bang problema mo? Sampung piso? (in a loud voice)

FX driver: Wag na. (in a soft voice)

SG: Ano? Sampung piso? Sampu?! Sampu lang pala problema mo e. (in a louder voice)

 

Then, the driver kept quiet. And, I noticed, he began driving carefully. haha. :p

On her own

How she made her “small world” so big is a wonder to me. But far more amazing is how she elicits emotion from her songs. I have watched the Les Miserables muscical lately, and On My Own keeps playing in my head again and again for a few days already. It must have been the beautiful words in the song, the contradiction, the melancholy that made it so wondrously beautiful. It must have been the artist who made it so real.

 

I love him
But when the night is over
He is gone
The river’s just a river
Without him, the world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers

I love him
But every day I’m learning
All my life I’ve only been pretending
Without me, his world will go on turning
The world is full of happiness that I have never known

 

The unrequited love of Eponine is perhaps painful at the least. Copupled with Lea’s powerful voice, the song was beautiful. (Click on more to see the video.)

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