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Archive for June, 2005

New Place, New Faces, and a New Life

It is a new place.  Legaspi City–a city right-smack in the heart of Bicolandia welcomed me several days ago with the Mayon Volcano as a backdrop.  As I drove nearer the city, after a lengthy 9-hour journey, the Mayon Volcano unfurled the clouds covering its face to take a peek at me.  The streets where I drove had never been so free of automobile clutter and nauseating gas emissions.  As I drove through, giant trees, giving a great breath of fresh air, formed a promenade, stood at attention, and welcomed me with great respect.

There are new faces.  I met several people, colleagues in the sales industry, proffesionals, businesspersons, visages of success and aggressive dreams. 

This is a new life.  Since I arrived, I have felt independent.  Noone is here to look after me but myself.  My family is many kilometers away from me.  My friends are a plane away.  It will be my call now.

Nevertheless, despite the warm welcome of the Mayon, the acquaintances I met, and the independence that beckoned me, a troubling feeling inside makes me asks: Are these new things worth leaving the old: Manila, my family, my comfort and security–the old things I had.

New things bring old problems after all.

A Toast to a Meaningful Friendship

Today had an important afternoon in store: My former colleagues at an English as Second Language [ESL] school met once more.  Yna, Anne, Lyndon, and I thus met at Gateway Mall in Araneta Center to celebrate once more the friendship that bonded us for a few years now. 

The group ate pizza and drank glasses of tea; but it was more than a meal: It was a feast of an enduring friendship, a relationship forged by years of fun, tears, forgiveness, understanding, and eternal belief in sincerity among friends.  Yna listened to issues of the group;  Anne had her own share of criticizing wit; Lyndon would assure the group will have the best laughs.

Life is short and finding meaningful people in one’s life deserves a great celebration.  Cheers!

The Reel Score

I have recently watched Formula 17, a light romantic-comedy that deals with ideals of love versus the conflicts and hurts of prevalent casually-made relationships, with an ex.

The movie was light but I felt heavy.  It was a funny caricature of how shallow or deep love can be.  It was a fantastic story of how crazy people can get when they search, fall in love, and wear out of it.  Yet, as much as I try to be jolly in every punchline in every scene, I only find myself longing for the long-lasting, sincere relationship that endures hardship, distance, and emotional wear and tear.  I find myself looking at the person beside me, tracing the smile amidst my ex’s dim visage.  I find myself yearning to bring back the sweet old times: Our dinner at the little cozy bistro in the University outskirts, our hunt for bestbuys at hand-me-down stores, our kisses and embraces on long walks.

The movie made us laughed hilariously, but there was an invisible barrier between us. We didn’t even feel close. We sat beside each other, but nevertheless sat with a big gap of space between us.  Sigh.

How I wish my story will have a happy ending.