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Jilted One

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My friend posted this on Facebook, said he found this on the street while walking. He asked us to write a story behind it. Here’s my attempt at it. 🙂

Dictated by circumstance, two lovers were forced to be separated by distance, with the girl working abroad and the staying in the Philippines. Over the years, they kept in touch with each other through Skype and Facebook, updating each other with their lives through social media. “I’ll see you soon” was their goodbye and their kisses, their hugs, were expressed in emoticons. It would have to do.

Eventually, the time came when the girl was about to return to the Philippines. “I’m returning next week,” said the girl. It was such on short notice that the guy was caught off guard, that he couldn’t sleep at night. It’s been three years already and, at last, they would see each other again.

Smelling of perfume and fresh after shave, he waited at the spot where they last held their date, before she left. He was holding a bouquet of roses, her favorites.

Trying to distract himself, he kept fiddling with his phone, checking his news feed. Suddenly, he felt a light tap on his shoulders.

It was her.

Her hair might have grown longer than he can remember but he was sure it was her. No one had a smile as bright as hers. Only, it felt like there was something in it. Something was off.

“Hey there.”
“Hey,” they greeted each other awkwardly. This wasn’t the meeting he was expecting.
“I have something to tell you,” said the girl, as she placed her hand on his right arm.
“Tell me later. I reserved a table for us at your favorite restaurant.”
“No, I have to tell you now. You see, I ran into a problem with the Immigration.”
“What? You didn’t tell me about that. What happened?”
“Let me finish. Please. I… I was scared and desperate. I couldn’t go back here, I still had to help my family. I didn’t have a choice. I…”
“What is it?”
“I had no choice. I…”
Then, a tall man arrived, kissed her on the lips, and said, “Is this him? Hi, I’m Kit,” he greeted, his voice thick with British accent.
“Kinasal kami.”

He should have known. He couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know how to react.

“Ahh sige. Ah, may kailangan pala akong puntahan. Paalam.”

He turned his back on her, his future. Or so he thought. He walked as fast as he could. When he was as far away from her as he could, he slammed the bouquet on the ground. He didn’t care if people were looking at him. He was a scorned man, he felt he had the right to be angry. He couldn’t believe he wasted all those years. He was devastated. He was too distracted, so much so that he didn’t notice the car coming his way when he crossed the street.

“But I hope you’re happy,” he thought. He closed his eyes as he lay on the ground, blood flowing from the back of his head. The people surrounding him were growing in number, as they tried to take a look at the man who lost everything.

Alikabok

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Pilit na winawalis

ang alikabok ng iyong alaala.

Mula sa itaas ng lamesa

hanggang sa ilalim ng sofa.

Pilit na tinatago,

nililinis,

tinatapon

palabas ng pintuan.

Ngunit nang

akala mong

malinis na,

pagtingin mong muli

hayan,

bumabalik

at bumabalik pa rin.

Found my old journal and saw this poem I wrote a few years ago (January 29, 2011).

Take the leap

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After everything that has happened in the past three to four years, I think I can finally say that I am happy with my decisions. If anyone would’ve told me all these things before, I probably would’ve laughed and smacked them in the head because of the craziness of it all. Not because it’s impossible, maybe, but that I think I can be too scared to take the leap sometimes.

We had our chapbook launch yesterday (if you wanna buy, it’s only P50 each hehe) and it felt so surreal to finally have had my works published. Before I decided to finally pursue my minor in Creative Writing, the one thing that troubled me the most was having people read my works (you probably know about that from my previous posts here). I’m generally the type who’d like others to think she’s okay and so having my non-fiction works, works that contain all my doubts and insecurities, being read by my close friends and even strangers scared me. Good thing I didn’t chicken out of being part of the chapbook selling. Seeing my works in print, with the pretty cover and layout made by my friends, made me proud of what I’ve accomplished. Also, being part of a really good Creative Writing batch in school helped me feel assured that I, too, can write. Now, I just hope the readers like what I came up with.

Also, one of the things that I really am proud of doing is shifting. I was a Finance major before but let’s just say that it didn’t work out for me. I admit I didn’t really study hard when I was a Math major but maybe that’s because my heart just wasn’t in it. I loved Math in high school but as the days and weeks went on, I began to realize that my heart wasn’t into it. That was when I had a crisis–is this what I really want to do with the rest of my life? Should I shift or not? Where? The questions kept popping up and that’s when I got confused, scared. I didn’t know what to do. I was too scared that I might make the wrong decision. I’d regret it if I did. Yet, even with all the weird nonsense that was beginning to swallow me up, I took the bait.

I shifted.

Now, one and a half years into my new course–Management Information Systems–I can safely say that I’m a lot happier now. I feel like I’ve found something I’m good at. It’s a selfish reason but I guess one also needs to feel capable and adept in order to really feel good about himself and then it feeds off of everything. My relationship with my family and friends are getting better, with me finally learning to open up, but the most important thing here is that I’m finally able to value myself. I had my fortune read a while ago (just for fun) and when I asked if it was a good decision to shift, she said that it was. “With your past course, you would only suffer and besides, your heart wasn’t in it.”

I was scared and I had a lot of questions and worries that kept me up at night, which is probably why I sort of fell into a period of depression. I was lost. Then I realized that nothing would happen to me if I didn’t take the risk. It was a big gamble but it was one that I realized I was willing to take. And I’m so glad I did.