Sun

Today, news agencies from all over the world is expecting an intensified solar storm. Disruption on satellite signals are likely to happen, scientists said. Philippines' weather agency, PAG-ASA, on the other hand  believes the country will be spared by possible effect citing its position near the equator.

Today, I went out of the office at about 7:10 in the morning to find a friendly shot of gold from the young-looking sun. I did not feel radioactive. Sun seemed normal. No traces of cosmic storm in the atmosphere.

My vigilance on signs of the solar storm was broken by two beautiful ladies in white shirt jogging around CCP Complex. Smiles became evident as they came closer towards my direction. 

Meanwhile, a man on bicycle almost hit me, I didn't mind.

Two men in army cut, probably members of the Philippine Navy crossed paths with the two wonderful ladies.

Nothing happened but it seemed perfectly right.

As I continued heading to Roxas Boulevard, a panoramic view of human life occurred like a cosmic revelation of hope:

About 4 rows of Navy students doing drills, sunlight diffused on bottled waters held up high by two ragged vendors in love with their work, gentlemanly dogs on leash carried by aristocratic soldiers of morning walks, a number of couples sitting on gutters laughing vehemently, white chiks playing tennis in deep concentration, sweat on the face of a chubby woman warming up, a stampede of joggers sensitive with their shapes circling around the front yard of CCP like sundial or clocks or the circle of life; a taho vendor scoops down for a plastic cup before an old woman tired of workout; everything moving in a rhythm perfect like the combination of brewed black coffee, humming birds, sizzling sinangag aroma, roosters crowing....like a circle drawn in green crayon on a plywood by a curious child...like the slightest shake of trees on sunday noons....everything perfectly in position..not for war, nor for peace, but for no reason at all.

Everything pans across my vision and peripheral visions and aura detecting hormones. I was everywhere and between every human being on my view. Omnipresent, omnipotent, omnihumming, omniwatching, oh mi goodness it was amazing.

Slowly, I walked away from the milky way like a murmur of wind dwindling towards an FX sliding along Roxas Boulevard. 

Amen.

Pasig City

A few months ago, the city of Pasig started to abandon the use of plastics in commercial establishments. At least, that what they said. At least, that's what a DJ from Pasig said. At least, that's what the girl at the the counter of Ministop said while handing me the sweets I bought inside a paper bag.

A few months ago, the city of Pasig is beefing up it's campaign against traffic violators. At least, that's what they said. At least, that's what the traffic enforcers (?) mean when they hunt down colorum tricycles along the narrow streets of Countryside Ave. going to the smaller hump-and-hole-wrecked streets of our village. At least, that's what traffic enforcers mean when they hunt down motorcycle riders without helmets, licenses or LTO registration papers. At least, that's what the traffic enforcer watching jeepneys fly in ecstasy along Ortigas Extension at three in the morning mean.

(A few centuries ago, one can smell the breeze along Pasig river..few centuries later, people run to bring that long lost breeze back.)

And at least, few months to go before the elections start in the city of Pasig!

A few moments later I shall sleep and a few F-U's for you who stole my jumping sheep.

Strange days

Everything is tainted with the color of dreams. Highways like EDSA, Ayala Ave., and Buendia seemed so familiar until the death of Nanay two nights ago.

My mind craves for dreams just as a hungry stomach longs for food.

Flashbacks are becoming the habit of my head.

Thought flashes by; then goes back; split seconds turning into minutes and hours.

It occupies most of my idle moments. 

For awhile, I thought that the pathways inside this crematory, Loyola in Guadalupe, looks like the catacombs in Europe--the ones I used to watch in the defunct TV show, the Scariest Places on Earth.

Though it doesn't necessarily scare me, I feel a medieval sense of sadness with one-way, yellow-lit hallways: reminds me of torch-lit dungeons in TV shows (for TV is all the reference I have for the medieval period). 

I can see that obtuse angled edges have the tendency to trick the eyes that the hallways are longer. It also confuses the sense of direction for you never really no where every turn will lead you.

Small coconut trees and some plastic-looking plants sprout on the eye of this building.

There is no silence at night. People keep coming at nearby chapels. They come with tears and reluctant steps. After a few minutes, family talk raises spirits. This is natural--reunions at funerals.

No matter how busy, broken, or sad; people would always stop by for dead people.

But EDSA and its hard-honking buses and jeepneys born to race with space, time, and life; shall ever numbly move.