The Silence : A Fiction

It's the first part of a story I'm writing. I'm not sure how it will turn out though.
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Flames fumed, covering her lovely face with transparent smoke. I was surprised to see her smoking. But then again, it's been 15 years since we last saw each other. We sat in silence watching the busy street of Makati. She was deliciously savoring the awkwardness. She always sees through me, peering into my eyes then scavenging into my emotions and thoughts. At least this didn't change.

She put out the short cigarette on the silver table. That's approximately 5 minutes of complete silence; except for the short puffs she made. I was waiting for her to talk. But instead she smiled and took another stick. I watched her fluid motion. I observed that she've grown older and more fragile. Her laugh lines reflecting permanence, wrinkling the slope of her shrunken eyes. Her lips darker, probably from burnt nicotine, yet her teeth flashed the same whiteness reminding me of my childhood.

She yawned warning me to speak up first. I indignantly looked away, stupidly peeking a garbage bin as a focal point of my stare. She felt my dissappointment, and her yawn turned into a laughter.

"Gago", was all she said.

I laughed in approval. It was an uncontrallable barking laughter, which made the people from the other table look. She joined my laughter with an uncontrollable fit, and exhaled interval smokes making her look like a loud train engine. We were making a happy scene, one that you'd only see in silent movies.

Her cellphone rang.

It was time to go again.

She got up and drank what's left of her frappucino. She took out a 500 bill from her wallet, and graciously folded it on the table. I was trying to do the same thing, but based from her gesture, she'd rather I cut the gentleman crap. Besides, we were trying to be ourselves again.

"You take care", I sadly said. She nodded in response and was gone, heading the exit, before I could even mutter her name.

It was the last time I saw my mother alive. It wasn't lung cancer or old age, the doctor said. She died simply from sadness. We made a happy scene though - one that you'd only see in silent movies.

My Son Got a Reasonable Zero...

Jas got a zero for not following instructions: It was a crayon-colored argument on why he was asked to color the clouds blue. Instead, he colored

the spaces and left the clouds blank, resembling cotton-white cumulus. Ms. Flor, Jas' teacher, asked Jas to follow the instruction since it's just a coloring activity. But Jas was hesitant and answered back "White ang clouds..Blue and sky! at Gray ang clouds pag-uulan lang! " then he cried hiding his face behind his hands.

It was a conflicting innocence and imagination.

But sooner or later he will learn to see how the world works. He will learn that clouds float even in blue.

Twilight Sketch

I've been engrossed with the Twilight Book for days now. It's a must read for young at heart..hehe. Here's a sketch of the main characters, Bella and Edward in the forest. Hope you like it! Back to reading then...

The Joker Sketch : Why So Serious?

Jody and I just watched The Dark Knight a few hours ago, and I still got the WOW expression in my face. It's simply amazing, especially Heath Ledger's portrayal of the Joker.

Here's a simple tribute to the character and the actor.

A Lesser Time With The Notepad

I've been away from my virtual life this past few days. It doesn't mean that the cold-blooded angst of a writer inside me is hibernating. It only means that I'm relaying my emotions into a different medium lately: through story-telling.

I find myself enjoying my son's imaginative state right now. I have to admit that I even dreamt his world of Mario, Space Pilots and 3D cartoons. Oftentimes I play the role of Pilot Number 2, Master Shifu, Luigi and other supporting characters - of course my son plays the protagonist, it's his world after all. My wife Jody always play the leading female character.

This role-playing would include almost everything Jas does: Waking up in the morning (with Jody narrating Mario bros' story), eating, brushing the teeth, playing in the bathtub, popo, weewee until the last activity for the day -- putting him into sleep.

After sending my son to the sandman, I would extend my story-telling with Jody. There's nothing more relaxing than outpouring your boring day's story. It must have been a burden to her with my boring talks, but she always listen. She would tell me stories of her day and we would share jokes about it. We usually end up laughing about almost everything until a complaining movement, from a tiny person between us, ends our conversation.

Sometimes, we would just watch movies in the laptop, procrastinating our review for the Masters' Compre Exam - and sometimes we just go straight to sleep, too tired to even talk about anything.

I'm not sure if my insomniac early mornings, working or studying in front of my PC, will soon come back, especially with the workload and the nearing compre exam...but what the heck, I'm enjoying my life. Maybe someday I can use it as another bedtime story to tell.

Firefox Certificate

If you helped Firefox set a Guinness World Record for the most downloaded program within 24 hours, then you deserve the certificate

David Vs Goliath : A Jas Story

My wife, Jody, witnessed a clash between David against Goliath yesterday. Only that it was the other way around.

While buying bananaQs after Jas' nursery class, Jajas was greeted by the infamous Daddy: A 30+ year special person who has a mental age of a young boy. Think of "Rain Man" or "I am Sam", and you'll know what I mean.

"Pahinging limang piso poging baby". teased Daddy. Jas eyed the man, probably surprised on why a grown stranger was teasing and asking for money from a kid.

"Hindi ako baby! boy ako" Jas retorted back.

"Ay sori pala poging....baby " said Daddy smiling and quite happy with the teasing.

Jas, quite crossed, tried to win the argument by shouting "HINDI ako baby... BOY AKO..at hindi ako pogi..GWAPO AKO!!!"

Jody, although laughing at the scene, calmed Jajas down and properly explained why Daddy was acting the way he did.

Daddy, on the other hand, happily left carrying a smile worth more than a five peso coin.