Freedom

There is freedom in knowing the truth.

Midnight

After four years of being with me, my laptop, Midnight, is sadly showing signs that he's bound for a replacement sometime soon.

A few weeks before, I've noticed that his backlights were failing. A few days ago, it happened: the backlights died out, which made Midnight true to his name. After a night's stay in the shop and whipping out a relatively sizable amount of money, he's back with me to write this entry. Being the first time in Midnight's stay with me that I needed to ask for a technician to patch him up, it bothered me to the point that I was very happy and relieved that he's fine again. Even if the problem wasn't too critical, the thought of me losing Midnight made me furrow my forehead in deep worry.

If there was something that knows me the most after all these years, it would definitely be Midnight. We've been through thick and thin: he's seen my happiest moments, and he's also been a part of the gloomy events that I learned a lot from. Midnight is a one of the testaments of what I have become and what I have created, and losing him would mean losing yet again a big part of the things I hold dear.

But alas, it is sad to say that I confide in an inanimate being, never able to return the emotions I deeply need.

I've lost so much, but I decided to remain strong. But it would definitely break me if I would lose you, Midnight.

Mixed Signals

Earlier in the tenth anniversary celebration of the company I'm working for, an acquaintance of mine casually walked up to me and shook my hand proceeded by the usual arm wrestling shake. He asked me how I was since apparently, he was concerned on how bad my cough seemed. Yesterday evening, we met inside the men's room while I hacked loudly in efforts to expel some stubborn phlegm that has been in my throat too long. Noticing it was him, I immediately entered a cubicle and sealed it shut while I continued to bark away.

"Ang lala na ng ubo mo ah, ayos ka lang ba?"

"Hindi naman. Oo, medyo puyat lang."

After I told him I was fine and that I just had something in my throat that made me bark like a rabid dog the night before, he told me with a mix of enthusiasm and dismay that he was still on night shift. I asked him if he was taking the shuttle back to the office, and he replied that no, he would be just taking a cab since he can start work as late as ten in the evening. An abrupt and awkward silence followed afterward. Partly confused about his seemingly random talk with me made me silent, which in turn made him leave my seat earlier than I had wanted. He nodded at me, turned, and walked away, leaving me wishing that I had said something to make him stay longer.

I'd admit I liked him ever since I first saw him: he had the strong eyebrows that makes my insides quiver. I liked him all the more after he decided to shave his head as it made his prominent and tall nose even more attractive. I felt that chance was playing with me when I ended up attending a training on the same schedule he was in, with us being on the same group together. After that workshop, I liked him even more because I saw his enthusiastic personality and his mature and forward way of thinking.

I mustered the courage to add him on Facebook as a friend in the hopes of knowing him at least a little better. Not being a slave of the social networking phenomenon, he accepted my request weeks after I sent it. After today's incident, I'm shallowly wallowing in mixed signals: either he's just a concerned and caring friend, or he's running on the same lane in the road as I am. I'm hoping it's the former, because I will be shattered if he's being nice to make us get to know each other a little more than just friends.

M. Pokora - A Nos Actes Manqués

A Nos Actes Manqués (To All The Things We Never Did)
M. Pokora
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A tous mes loupés, mes ratés, mes vrais soleils
To all my failures, all the things I wasted, all my time under the sun
Tous les chemins qui me sont passés à côté
To all the paths that I just passed by
A tous mes bateaux manqués, mes mauvais sommeils
To all the boats I missed, all my bad dreams
A tous ceux que je n'ai pas été
To everything that I've never been

Aux malentendus, aux mensonges, à nos silences
To all misunderstandings and lies that came from our silences
A tous ces moments que j'avais cru partager
To all those moments that I thought we had shared
Aux phrases qu'on dit trop vite et sans qu'on les pense
To all the phrases we said too fast without meaning
A celles que je n'ai pas osées
To all those that I never dared to say
A nos actes manqués
To all the things we never did

Aux années perdues à tenter de ressembler
To all those years wasted trying to pretend
A tous les murs que je n'aurai pas su briser
To all those walls that I never knew how to break
A tout ce que j'ai pas vu, tout près, juste à côté
To all the things near me that I've failed to see
Tout ce que j'aurai mieux fait d'ignorer
To all the things that I should have ignored

Au monde, à ses douleurs qui ne me touchent plus
To all the pains and sufferings of the world that touch me no more
Aux notes, aux solos que je n'ai pas inventés
To all those notes and songs that I haven't invented
Tous ces mots que d'autres ont fait rimer qui me tuent
To all those rhyming words that kill me in regret
Comme autant d'enfants jamais portés
Like many innocent children never born
A nos actes manqués
To all the things we never did

Aux amours échouées de s'être trop aimé
To all the love stories that ended because we loved too much
Visages et dentelles croisés juste frôlés
To faces that we crossed and almost missed
Aux trahisons que je n'ai pas vraiment regrettées
To betrayals that I haven't carried in regret
Aux vivants qu'il aurait fallu tuer
To the people alive but are better off dead

A tout ce qui nous arrive enfin, mais trop tard
To all the things that happen to us are but too late
A tous les masques qu'il aura fallu porter
To all the masks that we should have worn
A nos faiblesses, à nos oublis, nos désespoirs
To all our weaknesses, our forgetfulness, our desperations
Aux peurs impossibles à échanger
To all our fears that are impossible to share
A nos actes manqués
To all the things we never did

Nanay

When I was still little, my grandmother, whom we called Nanay, always gave me gentle and loving pats to the leg to lull me to sleep. I was a lola's boy because I didn't sleep beside my mom and dad, rather with Nanay. I remember every time she stopped, I would touch her hand so that she would continue giving me that sense of security so that I can finally chase my creative imagination in my dreams. By time I awaken, her side of the bed was already tidy and made up. Often times, I would open my still sleepy eyes with her already sitting in front of the little altar we had in our room, praying the rosary and saying thanks to the one who made all things possible.

Today marks the eighth year Nanay has ascended to a place of eternal happiness. Eight years ago from today, I lost one of the persons I hold dearest inside my heart.

With some weighty problems burdening my load, I remembered how I always liked Nanay's kind and endearing embrace because I felt safe whenever she was with me. As I stopped by to kindle a few candles in her memory, I wondered if she is proud in whatever I have become and achieved. As I once again took the long walk home for her cause, I felt safe because I knew that wherever I might be, a star beyond the endless sky is always shining its light on me. High in the heavens, Nanay is still patiently giving me her gentle and loving pats. She continues to ease away my pains and sorrows and give me courage in life with the memory of her love.

Miss na kita Nanay. Hindi ko man nasabi dati, pero alam kong alam niyo na mahal na mahal ko kayong dalawa ni Tatay. I love you Nanay, at sana masaya na kayo sa piling ni Tatay.

The Long Walk Home

"Kuya, tabi lang ho."

The jeep was cruising along the then empty roads of Commonwealth. It was enjoying its freedom to reign the highway even for a little while. However, the rather dilapidated vehicle abruptly swerved, weaved across several lanes, and ground to an abrupt halt in response to my call.

St. Peter's Parish was quite the distance away from the usual place where I end my commute.

It was a few minutes before midnight when I arrived. I was desperate to find a sincere feeling of peace as I looked up at the cross that was a cerulean beacon of hope. Overwhelmed by the amount of fear from the uncertain, I lit four candles without any intentions of prayer. My eyes vacantly stared at the flames that persevered on the chilly winds that battered them. They burned with vigor at the beginning, but slowly waned as time soldiered on. Cold gusts mocked and reduced their presence, but the four small icons of hope never gave up. They patiently kindled their inner strength and fought bravely not to lose their brilliance. Not letting go, flickering to the point of being extinguished -- they were doing it for my sake.

It was then and there that I found a piece of the peace of mind that I was looking for.

A few minutes past twelve, despite ensconced, I bade farewell to the four candles and thanked them for showing me a glimpse of peace I tearfully wanted to see. Heading home, I passed by the entrance only to be transfixed by the kingly image of the cross. Rays of white illuminated the surrounding darkness, just like the four modest candles that gave me a serene sense of solace. No words escaped my lips, but my heart was overflowing with words of gratitude.

With a humble step, I held onto the peace that I have obtained. My confused mind calmed with each and every stride. My eyes lit up with each new sight I saw. The slow and steady pace of my journey made me once again appreciate the littlest things that made me content before. Everything that passed reassured me that whatever may and will happen, I can always go the distance and take the long walk home.

Chapter Three

Fifteen minutes before midnight, I found myself sitting on the gutter across our house in anticipation for grand flashes of light blazing across the sky. The thing I liked most about new year was not new resolutions or gatherings with family or friends, but the aerial fireworks that adorned the sky with brilliant colors.

After a few minutes of expectance, the mighty noises roared their presence in the air.

Each time a small dot of light streaked skyward, I found myself looking up with an eager smile on my face. A loud boom ripping the mounting excitement, I felt my insides brim with nostalgia that another year has passed and a new one has come knocking into my life. A shower of bright and spectacular sparks afterwards, I thought what the new year has in store for me.

As I rose from my spot and entered the house, I silently told myself to walk into the sunlight and end the midnight that has given me a surrogate sense of security. Like the fireworks that briefly turned the dark amethyst sky into a flash of day, all I asked from the skies was courage to once again light up my hopes for a brighter tomorrow.


Au monde, à ses douleurs qui ne me touchent plus
To all the pains and sufferings of the world that touch me no more
Aux notes, aux solos que je n'ai pas inventés
To all those notes and songs that I haven't invented
Tous ces mots que d'autres ont fait rimer qui me tuent
To all those rhyming words that kill me in regret
Comme autant d'enfants jamais portés
Like many innocent children never born

A nos actes manqués
To all the things we never did