Silid (Part 2)

Andito parin ako naiwan mag-isa sa kwartong tinawag nating atin. Pinipigilan kong huminga para hindi mawala ang amoy na iniwan mo. Naririnig ko pa ang iyong boses na tumataginting sa mga pader. Kaya tinatawag kita.

Tinatawag kita. Binibigkas ang pangalan mo ng paulit-ulit. Nagbabakasakaling nakasandal ka lang sa pinto at naririnig mo parin ako. Nagbabakasakaling sumagot ka sa iyak ko.

“Naririning kita. Tahan na. Di mo kailangan sumigaw. Sa tagal-tagal nating magkasama, memoryado ko ang tinig mo. Andito lang ako. Andito lang ako sa labas, naghihintay sayo.”

“Patawad. Patawarin mo sana ako. Alam kong kaya mo akong mawala sa buhay mo, pero ayokong mawala ka sakin. Huwag kang magpaalam. Magpaalam. Patawad.”

Ngunit ang tanging nakakarinig sakin ay ang bintilador sa ating kisame. Nagbabakasaling maipasa ng hangin ang mensahe ko para sayo. Nagbabakasakaling marinig mo pa ang mga salitang dapat sinabi ko noon pa – Noong andito ka pa.

Silid (Part 2)

Chasing Somewhere

Somewhere

The sun still has not set

Somewhere

The stars have not manifest

 

Somewhere

Alarm clocks have not rung

And the song is still unsung

 

Somewhere

She hasn’t grown a year old

Somewhere

Bedtime stories are still untold

 

Somewhere

Students are still inside

Comprehending how’s and why’s

 

Somewhere

He hasn’t tucked her into bed

Somewhere

The clock isn’t over turning yet.

 

Somewhere

I run and chase back the time

To somewhere you are still mine.

Chasing Somewhere

Tink

It is said that us fairies are so small in size that we can only feel one emotion at a time. And ever since I met Peter, all I felt was admiration.

I had been in love with Peter since I can remember. You could call me a fool. Fairies were supposed to just stay with their families. Humans posed as grave threats for us fairies. But when I saw Peter stalking in the woods with his band of lost boys, I couldn’t help but to be amazed. He was a very rugged boy, older than all the lost boys. His stance and movement summoned the boys to follow him and his orders. His expertise in sword fight made him notorious especially for pirates. His charm and good looks had always captivated the mermaids, and without blinking – they would kill for him. He was like an urban legend for the rest of Neverland, because nobody believed anyone could be as good as he was said to be. Tiger Lily knew better though. She and Peter had been close even before I had met the pack. Truth be told, I had never been fond of her. All I could feel for her was jealousy. But little did I know jealousy, until Peter met Wendy.

Wendy was really… Normal. Until the end, I didn’t understand what Peter, or any of the boys, saw in her that made her special enough to go home to Neverland with us. Why did Peter ask her to be the mother of the boys? Why did Peter reveal the beautiful secrets of Neverland to a foreign girl? She was nobody until Peter gave her notice. She was just someone who knew how to sew.

I wondered, if I weren’t so tiny, would Peter have noticed me? Would he have finally loved me? Could I have made Peter as happy as how Wendy had? But though he could never see me as how he saw Wendy, I loved him still. I loved him constantly.

Wendy chose to grow up. Before Peter and I left, Wendy asked, “You won’t forget me, will you?” “Never,” Peter replied. But I knew it was a lie.

As she returned to her family, Peter looked at me and whispered, “Let’s go home, Tink.” That was one of the rare moments he looked me in the eye. I finally had Peter all to myself. There was not even one lost boy for Peter to take care of. Not even Hook to keep him distracted. No boys. No Wendy. There was nobody else but me. As I flew with him side by side, I looked at his eyes and I recognized sadness. In return, I felt sad too.

When there was no more Wendy or the lost boys, Peter changed. When we came home to Neverland, he didn’t leave his bed for days. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Peter was so absent, that winter fell to Neverland. Winter came as cold as he was. This season wasn’t good for Neverland, even for us fairies. We didn’t have enough warmth in our bodies to stay alive in this deep of winter.

One by one, fairies fell like kids stopped believing we existed. New fairies didn’t last long, either. If winter didn’t end soon, fairies would be extinct. I tried to care for him, but he shooed me away. He didn’t want to see me. That didn’t stop me though. I still watched him even when he slept. I flew close to him and saw his loneliness despite being asleep. I fixed his hair from his eyes and stared at the boy who Wendy needed to take care of. I whispered in my teeny tiny voice and asked, “You won’t forget me, will you?”

I walked away as a tear fell from my eye. In my heart, I knew the answer.

I traveled to London and I found the familiar window. I knew they would’ve left the window open for Peter, just in case. To my surprise – it wasn’t. I had to sneak in through the hinges to make it inside their nursery. I saw Michael, John and the lost boys all together sitting in one big table as they did their own things. I had never seen the boys so well-behaved and neat. They didn’t notice me enter the room and exit to the halls.

I flew around the house and looked for Wendy. And when I examined her, she changed. Her change was not similar to Peter. She wasn’t sulking in her bed; She was humming. Wendy waltzed around the room as she combed her hair incessantly. She seemed to grow a day quicker than other girls.

Wendy noticed me, and was terribly shocked and terrified. She was struck dumb. She gawked at me curiously, not knowing how to react – And that was when I knew. I knew she had no memory anymore. She grew up.

How could she do this to Peter? How could she grow up? Peter would be back for her for spring-cleaning, only to find out the Wendy he came for wasn’t here anymore. Peter would be miserable.

I couldn’t let that happen.

With all the pixie dust I had, I showered myself upon Wendy. Dust by dust, I sprinkled every bit of memory I had with Peter. I closed my eyes tight, hoped and wished that every piece of me would be poured over to her. I remembered all the emotions I had felt – the amazement when I first saw Peter, the excitement from all the adventures together, the fear when he fought against Hook, the jealousy for Wendy, the hatred I hid, and the love I felt. As Wendy started to feel all the memories rushing in her, I start to not feel anything at all. I lied myself down on her side table and watched my wings fade its light.

I smiled as I saw Wendy smile. It was the same look I had when I thought of Peter. Wendy now had all my happy thoughts. At least, somehow, somebody would tell the story about the boy who wouldn’t grow up, and a fairy who loved him.

Michael believed longer than the other boys, though they jeered at him; so he was with Wendy when Peter came for her at the end of the first year. She flew away with Peter in the frock she had woven from leaves and berries in the Neverland, and her one fear was that he might notice how short it had become; but he never noticed, he had so much to say about himself.

She had looked forward to thrilling talks with him about old times, but new adventures had crowded the old ones from his mind.

“Who is Captain Hook?” he asked with interest when she spoke of the arch enemy.

“Don’t you remember,” she asked, amazed, “how you killed him and saved all our lives?”

“I forget them after I kill them,” he replied carelessly.

When she expressed a doubtful hope that Tinker Bell would be glad to see her he said, “Who is Tinker Bell?”

“O Peter,” she said, shocked; but even when she explained he could not remember.

“There are such a lot of them,” he said. “I expect she is no more.”

I expect he was right, for fairies don’t live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them.

Wendy was pained too to find that the past year was but as yesterday to Peter; it had seemed such a long year of waiting to her. But he was exactly as fascinating as ever, and they had a lovely spring cleaning in the little house on the tree tops.

Tink

Ingat

Sabi nila, kaya tayo sinasabihan ng “Ingat” ay dahil hindi na nila tayo kayang alagaan. Kaya kinakailangan alagaan ang sarili kasi wala nang ibang mag-aalaga sa atin.

Kaya eto. Eto na. Eto na ang paraan ko.

Mag-ingat ka sa mga ipis. Alam kong hindi laging may nag-aabot ng Baygon at hindi ka laging makakalaban mas lalo na kapag lumilipad sila. Wag na wag kang sisigaw kasi mas lalapit sila kapag maingay ka. Kapag mas marami sila sayo – may Baygon man o wala – sinasabi ko sayo tumakbo ka nalang.

Mag-ingat ka sa mga holdaper, mas lalo na kapag may klase ka pa hanggang gabi at malayo pa ang iyong lalakarin para lang makauwi. Kahit magmukha kang ewan, ilagay mo ang bag mo sa harapan mo. Ilabas mo ang pepper spray na binigay ng tatay mo sayo noong nakilala niya ako.

Mag-ingat ka kapag umuulan. Alam kong ayaw mong nagdadala ng payong, pero kailangan. Gamitin mo ang naiwan kong kulay asul na payong sa bahay niyo, paborito mo rin naman iyon. Hindi lang iyan panakot sa aso; Ginagamit din iyan tuwing umuulan.

Mag-ingat ka sa lamok. Lapitin ka pa naman ng mga iyan. Maari bang magsuot ka ng mahaba-habang bestida o kaya’y mga mahabang medyas para hindi ka kayang kagatin ng mga lamok? Hindi sapat ang pagpahid ng lotion.

Mag-ingat ka sa mga umaaligid na lalaki. Hindi lahat ng lalaki ay gusto ka lang maging kaibigan. Hindi lahat ng lalaki ay gusto ka lang ihatid pauwi para ligtas ka. Hindi lahat ng lalaki ay mababait. Hindi lahat ng lalaki ay gusto lang pumatay ng ipis para sayo. Minsan may mga manloloko, at mang-uuto. Minsan ay nababagot lang sila at naghahanap ng karamay.

Mag-ingat ka sa manyak mong professor. Sabihin mo alam ko kung saan siya nakatira.

Mag-ingat ka kay Janice. Hindi ko alam kung bakit, pero pakiramdam ko hindi siya mabuting kaibigan sayo. Alam kong matalik kayong magkaibigan sa tagal ng panahon, ngunit hindi siya nagsasabi ng buong katotohonan. Sana dito ay mali ako at tama ka.

Mag-ingat ka sa mga alaalang hindi kagandahan. May mga panahong maaalala mong masaya ang nakalipas, at mararamdaman mong mas gugustuhin mong bumalik sa nakaraan – Huwag. Alalahanin mong medyo masakit rin ang nakaraan at madami ka nang pinagdaanan. Ikaw ay malakas at matapang, kaya mo nalapagsan ang noon. At mas kakayanin mong harapin ang kasalukuyan.

Mag-ingat ka sa mga sinungaling. Alam kong mahirap malaman kung sino nga ba ang nagsasabi ng totoo at sino ang andyan para lang lokohin ka. Alam ko minsan, ang tao mismo hindi na alam kung katotohonan pa ang pinapangako sayo. Minsan sasabihin niyang mahal ka niya, pero hindi naman niya maipakita. Minsan pinangako niyang hindi ka niya iiwang mag-isa, ngunit darating ang araw na kinakailangan kang iwan. Minsan sasabihing poprotektahan ka, ngunit siya rin ay hindi niya maprotektahan ang sarili niya sa sakit nang mawala ka. Minsan sasabihin niyang aalagaan ka niya, pero hindi naman pala niya kaya.

Kaya eto. Eto na. Mag-ingat ka, ha?

Ingat

The Fair

He found his love at the fair.

Pass the Ferris wheel he was supposed to ride, he saw her at the middle of the fair commotion. Everyone was just passing by her beauty, while he marveled at her mere presence. He stared at her brown curly hair, her pretty purple dress and of course, her pink curved lips that showed her big but soft smile. He then, in return, smiled back. Even though the little boy gave her a long stare, she did not mind the obvious admiration.

He remembered how everyone had told him that people would not meet the one they would want to spend their lives with at such a young age. But at the age of 6, he knew she was the girl for him. He pictured himself at the fair beside the young lady and it didn’t bother him at all. But of course he did not know about the girl. He could only wish she felt the same.

Unfortunately, he awoke from his fantasies when he heard his mom calling out for him to go home with her. He didn’t want to leave, but then he needed to. Nevertheless before he left, he promised that he would come back soon. And he made her promise that she would be there.

The time he was free from school the next day, he went straight to the fair. He knew that if the girl weren’t there, it meant that she did not feel the same for him. But as he approached the place where he first saw her, he suddenly stopped from walking. He was struck by her beauty all over again. She was once more, sitting there where she was before, with her ever perfect smile. He then ran to her and gave her his big wide smile.

 

Every Friday after class, he would go to the fair and spend time with the young girl. She would always be still, not minding how long he would simply gaze upon her loveliness. They would not do anything there. They would only smile at each other the whole time, sitting perfectly still.

 

But after a while, the visits that he gave often became rare. News of accidents had been spread about the fair and the mom forbade the young boy to go there. As much as he wanted to see her again, he had no choice but to follow the orders.

 

He still fantasized about the young lady whom he recognized as the girl he wanted to grow old with.

He thought that the girl was probably mad at him for his absence after promising he would visit every time. He wondered if he missed her as well.

 

But a long while had passed, and it was inevitable to grow old of such dreams. He then accepted that his magical world of finding his true love at the fair, was in fact, just a mere fantasy of a young boy about true love.

 

 

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The fair from my childhood was very old now. It didn’t look as inviting as it was ten years ago. As how I saw it, it now looks like a deserted playground.

 

But my little boy wanted to know where my favorite place on Earth was, so I brought him here. Who knows? Maybe he might find something good in this dumpsite of my memories.

 

We circled along the place where I usually spent my childhood. Then I let him walk around himself. I knew he wanted to do so since he wanted to be treated like a big man, as how he had put it to his mom and me. But I told him not to ride anything, because the fair was known to be dangerous. I then had a flashback of how my mom had emphasized to me as a little kid never to return here.

 

He said yes, and then ran away from me getting all excited of the ancient rides that made me happy so long ago.

 

I remembered the reason why I enjoyed the fair so much. It was because of this statue of a young lady. I could not remember what she looked like, but all I remember was she was beautiful.

 

As I was about to approach the vintage Ferris wheel, I sighed and smiled at the same time.

 

My memory was proven right – she was beautiful, even up to the present. ‘After so long, you are still here’, I thought to myself. I was glad she kept her side of the promise even through the time that had long passed; she was still here.

 

Staring up at the statue of the little girl, I saw my son with the same smile I had twenty years ago.

 

The Fair