Gentle Revenge

T'was during 2011 English Days celebration. I happen to be the president of the club and facilitator of different events of the 3-day affair.

On the culmination program, the winner of SSCT Got Talent 2011 performed again. I hosted the program, so I called him on-stage to carry out his performance. To my dismay, the song he sang was dedicated to me (darn it engineering man! I don't eat numbers!) with my name as part of the lyrics. I am almost half-known in the college so everyone present in the program hollered. Goodness! I turned red all over! I was still standing near the lectern, I have no other way to elude the audience but ran outside the Academic Center and returned after he's done singing.

When I was back to the venue, everyone there (including the teachers) was teasing me. If not because of the task I have and being an officer, I will not return to that place. But still, nakakaraos rin.

This time, I'll have my own way of vengeance. Ipo-post ko 'tong na-receive kong text mula sa ECEng simple admirer daw sabi niya dahil siya yung kauna-unahang lalaking kinantahan ako na may kasamang panlalait sa harap ng maraming estudyante ng school namin. The voice was good kaso nga napapahiya ako at bigla-bigla, naging sikat ako sa Engineering Division.

I may not be able to sing the way he did (na may kasamang panlalait para sa aking pananaw), talo man ako sa kapilosopohan, but, I am not that stupid. I know of some ways that I need not stand in front of the crowd. Discreet way, ika nga. Not obvious yet still a little bit humiliating.

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"Merdz matunaw man gani an yamug sa kabuntagon, kana pa bang imong gugma di matunaw sa yamug sa akong mga luha. Mao ra nay mahuna-hunaan nako Merdz inig tungang gabii, naa ra man ka sa'kong huna-huna."

(Translation)
"Merdz, even the dew melts at the morning, how much more your love at the drop my tears. That's all I could think of at midnights, you're always in my head."

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Oh! How sweet of him to text such message to me, but I'm not moved. Later, I've found out, this guy has an interest on me. No matter what, I am not yet convinced on how true he was. Let's see. And if ever he'll read this, I know, the world has read first before he'll get the chance to peek on this piece.

Children

     Children are innocents...
     I have five siblings and the last two are aged two and three, respectively. These two kids can be both mischievous and angelic, but I will not exchange them for silver and gold. They are more precious than gems to me. Their faces beamed with naivete made me go green.
     But this is certain: I like children because of their capacity to forget bad things which happened in their lives. Grown-ups can never do that---they can say they could, yet in deeds, they can't.
     Children can be mischievous sometimes but men are not supposed to to do such. A child will get a reprimand over an spiteful act, get anxious for a moment then forget it. An adult can't do that. He would likely grow angst or worse, think of revenge.
     Little kids can ask questions in all sorts and get the answers they want. but if a grown-up will throw a doubt or enquire of something, it will likely provoke an argument and later heat up the conversation. At times, it could lead to an undesirable event -- inflecting a person with sharp words.
     Children can have all the love in the world and would never want any other but their parents' attention. Yes, men can also gain love the world has offered, yet, they also loved so many things aside from a person's -- money, material things, and themselves.
     I do not dislike children because it's tedious to nurse ones like them but envy them instead because of some abilities that only they can do.
     ...and they don't lie.

Response to pain is endurance, to a snobbish is a smile.

"Youth is wasted on the young. Before you knew it's come and gone too soon." `Robbie Williams, Eternity

Sometimes, what really binds us together are the experiences we have shared and the common interests that we fulfilled together.

When the moon is full

     If the moon is full and the night is a clear bright one, I always remember my childhood days -- back to the days when I am not bothered with the issues of the world and the locality.
     When the moon peeks from above, I with my cousins, would draw a large circle in the middle of the street using seawater. then we would huddle together to identify among us who would be the IT. Full moon nights for us children then would be a night full of fun and merriment -- fun because we felt we own the street, running here and there with all our sweat dripping on our faces and back, soaking our shirts and merriment because we enjoyed our time together for we all know that nights like that will not happen often -- a once in a blue moon indeed.
     Reminiscing those times I've had, made me stay awake when this bright round moon is on the sky. But if it will be covered with clouds, this scene saddens me because I cannot have a clear view of it. When it's raining, too, like the proverbial fox, my sadness doubles.
     Moonlight reminds me of a very memorable childhood. Its brightness made me remember those beaming-with-wide-smile faces. When the moon will set at midnight at the horizon in the south, it's the only time that I will hit the sack with a satisfied and blissful smile.

It's really nice to hear appreciative words, if and only if, those words meant so true ---words with no other meaning, not an idiomatic expression, not a sarcasm, nor an irony. But if it really do, that person who say such should be shun to hell!