Madonna della Seggiola (I)

It was the usual afternoon at work.

Emails and phone calls are off the hook; not to mention, urgent requests on top of that. It was really toxic; and another phone call from an irate User would set me off.

“Not again!!” I irked, when my phone rang seconds after the last call. But it wasn’t a User, it was Louie.

“Yes?”

“Nate? Si mom…”

The next few words became unclear. I froze.

“… pupuntahan ko siya ngayon”

“Hello Louie? Choppy ang line.”

“Hello?!”

The call was dropped. I tried calling again, but his number is unreachable, “F*ck the signal. F*ck the TelCos.”

I couldn’t seem to focus after that call, and the supposedly last 2 hours of work became the longest 2 hours I could ever imagine. When the clock struck thirty minutes after six post meridiem, I hurriedly went home.

“Where’s mom?” I asked my youngest sibling.

“Wala pa eh, she’s with Louie.”

“Ah ok… Ano daw ba nangyari? Ang labo kasi kausap ni Louie eh… Nakakainis.”

“Ewan ko rin dun. Basta ako, umuwi rin ako as soon as I heard.”

“Sige, let’s wait nalang for them.”

Patience is not really my virtue, but I’m working on that. For me, to wait is grueling. But what else could I possibly do at this time? But to wait... patiently wait.

From the restroom I could hear someone knocking on the door. “Bro, could you see who it is?”

“Sige.”

Wind chimes signal that the door is being opened, “Anak?”

It was mom’s voice.

I rushed towards her, and gave her a tight hug, “Anong nangyari?”

It was just then that I was able to get a look on her face, on her state. I felt a tear dropped from my right eye.

“Oh, asikasuhin nyo si mom,” a command from me; the kuya. It made me look tough and in control. 

So, while my two younger brothers attended to my mom, I slowly went to my room without being noticed. I, then, locked the doors, grabbed a pillow to cover my face, and cried. I wouldn’t want them to see me crumbling.

When I was done, I went back to check on her while she’s seated, looking weak.

***

 “She would sit there on that same chair where he used to sit. On the backrest, she would lay her head and stay still.

 

***

“Mom, ano ba kasi talaga ang nangyari?” I asked, as I pull a chair to sit beside her and hold her hand.

“Ganito kasi, anak…”

***to be continued...

The Things We Take for Granted

 

What do we take for granted? And is taking things for granted natural, or a mistake? Or somehow both?

  

~Jeremy Mason (The Soul Thief by Charles Baxter)

No Ordinary Love

  From the very first time that we kissed
I knew that I just couldn’t let you go at all
From this day on, remember this
That you’re the only one that I adore
Can we make this last forever
This can’t be a dream
Cause it feels so good to me
So good to me

~MYMP, No Ordinary Love

***

Happy 8^th monthsary, C!

I love you!

Adrift

I should be working, but my mind just can’t seem to focus.

My mind’s adrift.

I should do something.

I should read.

     I WAS LYING on the floor of my bedroom, praying to God to save Jamie, whom I adored, from all harm. When I came to, someone seemed to have taken away most of my furniture. I was in a blank space unbounded by dimension or time. The apartment had been almost entirely emptied. A mattress remained on the floor, and one book remained, the Brownstone Eclogues. No: over there, a book of translations of a German poet, whose name disappears on me every time I read it, sits on the windowsill. The rest of my books had performed a vanishing act. I went to the mirror. Coolberg’s face looked back at me. As in a Cocteau film, I fell into the mirror and swam in the glass. (Chapter 28, The Soul Thief by Charles Baxter) 

That was probably the shortest chapter I’ve ever read.

Maybe it’s about time to finish reading this book already; it’s been long overdue.

Hopefully, I'd regain focus after that.

Or not.

I miss you, C.

Sweet Nothings 8 - Of Pickup Lines

You know how pickup lines are, right?

They could either be corny or cheesy. (I don't why there's a reference to food. Nakakagutom tuloy.)

Also, if not delivered properly, it would be an #EpicFail (as how they put it on chwirrer). So, timing is of the essence. Tsaka dapat din, hindi pa narinig or nabasa ng taong hihiritan mo yung particular na pickup line..

P:         babe, apoy ka ba?

C:         Bakit?

P:         kasi, a-lab you.. eeeeee! #corny

C:         Lol. Hahaha.

P:         Hahahah!

 bumenta ba, babe? Hahahaha! :P

C:         Slight. Hahahaha.

P:         Hahahaha! :))

C:         Hihi. :*

P:         :*

(Whew! Buti nalang bumenta... Kahit slight lang... hihihi...)

So after the long weekend, the dreaded “back to work” day came. And when I say dreaded, I really mean it. Phone calls and texts are off the hook. My email inbox is flooding. I was really losin’ it at work, because of the tons of stuff to do. NKKLK.

I paused for a break and checked on chwirrer. Thanks to a certain tweet, naisip kong kulitin si C…

P:         uhm, babe?

C:         Yis? :3

P:         tamaraw ka ba?

C:         Bakit?

P:         sabi kasi ng puso ko, tama-raw na ibigin kita.. #cheesyness

C:         Hahaha. Kaloka.

P:         ahahaha! :P

 labyu! :*

C:         Labyu too! :*

Pampasaya talaga si C. Nawawala ang pagod at inis ko.

Hihihihi…