Unwritten Mantra

They say I’m hurting myself because I am making myself easily taken for granted to others.
I will always accept their call of need. I don’t even know (and it doesn’t even matter) if I’m the first person they will run into or the last person.
So if the latter would be true, why the hell would I selfishly complain and refuse them now, when they have exhausted all of their choices and eventually sought mine?
I may not be the brightest of stars that shines on their days. But I can at least be the faintest of light on their darkest of nights.

Sonnet from a Friend in Need

Don’t fret, my friend, i’m here to cheer you up
I will surely make those frowns upside down.
Once you hear my jokes that’ll pack a wallop
You might even mistake me for a clown

Or is it comfort do you seek from me?
Dont worry my friend, i’m here for that hug
It does not matter how long it may be
Go ahead, i am here for you to bug

Do not hesitate to let it all out
It is okay to appear weak and tired
Here i am my friend, my dearest no doubt
Just ask me, there is nothing else required

Off you go and next time don’t wait to ask
Now, is it okay to take off my mask?

Paradoxical Fiction

It was a Friday afternoon.

We met at a coffee shop.

There were no vacant tables at that time so I asked you sheepishly if can I seat with you. You obliged.

You were typing something on your laptop. A project perhaps? Oh well, at that time I was thinking at least I get to sit, drink my coffee and read a good book.

Every time I was sipping my coffee, I would unconsciously look at your stern eyes looking at your screen. With words on backwards mirrored on your glasses as you type without rest, I can see you were gaining momentum on what you were doing.

And then suddenly, you spoke to me,

“What is another term for happy? I’ve been using that term too many times already.”

“Well.” I said, “It depends on the sentence. I mean, joyous, cheerful, and contented are acceptable but slightly different types of being happy.”

We were staring at each other at that time. You, sort of deciphering my answer, while I was looking at you thinking, “Damn it. I explain too much.”

And then suddenly you said, “Yeah. I can use “contented.” Thanks!”

After that, you would ask me from time to time for other terms and sentence reconstructing. I became your editor of some sort (or a dictionary, thesaurus, or whatever).

I never finished the book I was reading at that time. I caught myself sitting next to you as we are finishing up your article to be submitted to your editor.

That was then I learned that it’s your first project for a column segment of a travel magazine. You said you were trying to do your best but all of the jitters are mentally blocking the stock knowledge that you have.

Afterwards we were actually chatting even after you already passed your article. I knew your name, the university you studied from, and, to the extent, even your favorite boy band.

Eventually, you realized that you diverted me from reading your book and you were apologizing so much. Even though I said it was okay, you were still saying “sorry!” countless of times as we exit the coffee shop.

Weirdly enough, we were actually chatting and exchanging topics like we’ve known each other for a long time. Because of that, you suddenly asked me to let you treat me dinner for the trouble you’ve caused and for the help that I provided.

I said that there is no need and you don’t have to since I was always willing to help. “Besides,” I added. “The fact that you gave me a seat so that I can enjoy my coffee is already enough.” But still, you grabbed the sleeves of my shirt and keep on yanking and insisting on treating me dinner.

I eventually accepted your offer. and gave me the date, time, and place.

But sadly, on that day you had to cancel it because you have to travel somewhere and do some work.

You were apologizing countless of times through the phone as you hope that I would not be mad.

I was not.

It was kind of funny as you were apologizing. you asked me why and I simply said: “At least you’re not trying to tear off my sleeves again.”

You chuckled as well, continued apologizing and set another date of the dinner.

Well, the next one was a bit different. You were one hour late at that time. You insisted that it’ll be a quick overtime at your office (well, you kept saying that every 10 minutes).

And then you arrived, dashing through the host and tables exclaiming “excuse me!” and “coming through!” across the hall and towards our table.

There you were again apologizing for being late. You almost got teary-eyed at that time. Weirdly enough you were constantly bowing down as well (Culture from another country perhaps? That was new).

I just smiled, took my handkerchief, wiped your face and said, “Hey, it’s okay. At least you’re here now. And besides, I finished reading my book. Hahaha!”

There you were smiling, laughing, and crying, all at the same time.

During that dinner, you talked all night about what happened at work. Told me what happened during that time you went to another province for your article. When you ate a live insect for the sake of writing about it and then vomited right after you sent the article about it.

That became a common thing. We would see each other for dinner. Talked about almost everything until the restaurant closes.

There was one time when you told me that you will be out of the country for a couple of weeks (So that’s with the bowing). You told me it was hard for you to decide since you will be away from me.

I knew for a fact that you want this dream job ever since I saw your enthusiasm and determination when I first helped you at the coffee shop.

That’s where I told you in an instant that you should go.

“I mean it’s an out-of-the-country all-expense-paid travel to another country where you will just eat and be merry. All for work! Come on!” I exclaimed as I almost forgot that we were at a public place at that time.

The real reason is because I do not want to see people struggle on making choices when I am involved in it.

You were slightly speechless at that time, then you smiled and told me out of the blue,

“You always make me smile. I’m glad that I have met you.”

You have beautiful eyes. I never mentioned that? That’s where I hold your hand and ask you as well out of the blue,

“Do you still want that leftover dessert?”

There you were laughing while beating me hysterically (seriously woman, I had bruises that time! Haha).

As you were in another country, you would often call me since your company is paying for the bill. Talking about how exciting it was being there. Eating raw food, go to a festival, and write about them.

There were two days left on your trip when I surprised you by visiting. Of course you had that astonished face as you beat me again and again for not telling you beforehand.

I accompanied you on your work as we visited more festivals and famous places, eating different kinds of food.

Even helped you again on writing your article. Well, it’s not exactly help since there was a point that you were leaning your head on my shoulder while I was one actually typing since you were sleepy…nope, if I remembered it correctly you really were sleeping.

And then the next morning you would compliment me, “Thanks! You’re the best!”

I simply replied, “There will always be someone better than me. I’ll help what I can.”

With a confused face, you still hugged me and said thanks once more.

Eventually, that was a habit now, as you go to different countries. Especially now that you quit your job and had your own blog (which is well-known, by the way).

I am so very proud of you.

And I am glad that I have witnessed it.

There was a time that you barged into my apartment and you would just get a bottle of beer in my fridge and just sit on my couch while you suddenly talked about the annoying townsfolk of a place you just visited. And almost all the time you would see me holding a book, destroying my sanctum of peace. I didn’t really mind since I saw the smile on your face when you realized and began apologizing.

You would give me a piece of rock or stone with the name of the place you’ve visited at that time. I even suggested one time that you should at least upscale it into a stone per city or country; and not per building, restaurant, or any specific place. I mean what the heck, you gave me almost a small sack of stones one time! That was too much for my collection rack!

I still remember all of it. On how I immediately saw you full of ambition and dreams the first time. Staying positive with that “Everything’s gonna be alright” attitude.

I remember the time you said before we went home,

“Thanks for being there for me. There are so many tough times that I want to give up. But there you are, helping me every step of the way. I can’t imagine how you do it. Lifting my spirits up and making me laugh or smile when I’m down. You know what, I’m happy.”

And then you hugged me tightly and dashed to the last bus at that night. I saw you waving your hand by the window as I waved back.

Here we are now.

If you received this message, then I would highly suggest not to barge into my apartment. For I am not there anymore.

I am not exactly that optimistic person you perceive me to be.

I can make you smile or laugh…but I can’t make you happy.

I can make you cheerful, but I doubt I can make you contented.

If you want to count the ways for you to contradict my statement, then I can give you instances as well otherwise.

There are times that we would raise our voices during arguments. I can remember that discontented face every time (sometimes, at a point of tears).

Weighing the good and bad things wouldn’t do us any good. I’ll believe you when you say that it was all good. That’s why I will not make you choose. For that I want to apologize for this selfish act. Remember what I said?

There will always be someone better than me.

Please do not misunderstand. This is all me.

You might ask, why did I stay with you? Actually, that…I do not know.

I was just happy to help you.

Happy to see you succeed.

Happy to see you obtain your dreams.

Happy to see you smile.

I thought that can actually do something good and at the same time be happy.

But I want to make you happy…and I can’t do that.

I know any apology can’t outweigh everything that I’ve done. So I would like to say thank you instead. For you have at least made me think of the world differently (I mean, I was most of the time with you during your travels). I was really satisfied being with you as I try to help you. I really thought I was a different person after I met you.

I was not.

I hope that you would continue to pursue on your dreams. Don’t waste that time that I helped you with your very first article.

I hope that you find happiness, because I can’t define it for you.

Good bye.

P.S. Please don’t beat up people or tear off their sleeves.

Oh, and there’s a rock on my doorstep with the name of the coffee shop where we first met. Please put it on my collection rack.

Working Title: Chapter 0

“Who are you?” I asked the man in front of me.

He was sleeping a while ago on my bed in my hotel room. The strange thing is, I was the first one lying there. I just went to the bathroom and got out within seconds. At first I was surprised. The only source of light that was open at that time would be the lamp on top of the table next to the bed. I thought he was a ghost, thief, or a serial killer or something. but as I approached him, he was just sleeping soundly. I thought he was just another guest and we have the same room key. Damn, why would the concierge do something so reckless? Come on, I just wanted a break from my usual studies. I mean, the semestral break is a really short one and I don’t want a minute wasted on these predicaments. Anyway, I have to wake him up so I did.

“What the hell?! What are you doing here?!” He exclaimed. “This is my room! Are you part of the housekeeping? I just put on my doorknob that I do not want to be disturbed!”

“Hey! You’re the intruder here! Look! Here’s my room key!” I blurted out as I wave out my key.

“What the…The concierge said that this room is vacant! Here’s my key!” He said as he is showing his key which is the same as mine.

Then it is the fault of the staff. We have the same hotel room.

It looks as well that he’s not lying. His reaction is rather genuine. Well, seeing him in pajamas is rather unsettling for me to think of him as a thief. Well, I never thought I would see a person, if I would estimate, at the age of 30 would even wear one. But because of this dim lighting, I still cannot see clearly the face of this intruder. Although it’s a good thing we didn’t end up in a brawl of some sort. Well, not yet.

Wait, I noticed something. He has this weird mark on his right pinky. It looks like a small gash that healed. That’s kinda funny since I have almost the same mark as well but a birthmark. What are the odds?

“Did you cut yourself?” I segued.

“What are you…oh this?” He asked as he showed me his right pinky. “No, I didn’t. It’s a birthmark.”

We have the same birthmark? Intriguing. I was beginning to ponder on this when he was about to take my watch on top of the table.

“Hey! That’s my watch! You are a thief!” I exclaimed.

“Impossible! This is mine! My father gave this to me!” He answered.

That watch is a wristwatch that my father gave me as a gift. It is sentimental to me because it’s the last thing that he gave me. I hated myself because it has a crack on its glass on the side for I didn’t took care of it too much until the incident happened. Thus, I still wear it even if it has a crack. Even if it doesn’t tell time for a long time.

Wait, did he just said that his father gave that watch to him?

“This watch doesn’t tell time anymore. It even has a crack. But it is still of great value to me. So I think you’re gravely mistaken if you think that this is your watch. I should turn on the lights for you to see clearly.” He explained as he walks towards the switch near the door.

Without thinking of any further notions. I rushed myself ahead of him to the switch and turned it on myself.

I looked back at this man. And there I cannot believe my eyes.

“Who…who are you?!” I cried out.

The man in front of me is shocked as well with his jaws dropping. If this would be a cliché movie, one of us would faint by now. I mean I cannot blame him. He looks like me but about 10 years older! The same face.
His nose
His eyes.
His hair. Well, if this is what I think it is, then it’s a good thing I’m still not bald on my 30s.
We even have the same hairy mole on the top part of our left cheek aligned to my left ear.

I still cannot believe this. And I think he is as well. I mean, he’s still staring at me with his mouth open.

I thought of something that might still prove me wrong. I rushed on his back side and strike his lower back with my hand.

“Argh! What the hell?! I have a back problem, you idiot!” He angrily said as he was massaging his back to somewhat alleviate the pain.

“I didn’t know.” I said as I was phishing for something.

“I got this when I was a kid when I was on my neighbor’s backyard and there was this…” He explained and I cut in,

“…hammock that you decided to swing on it and then it snapped which made you fall on your back. You were scared for a minute there because your brain didn’t know how to breathe. Eventually you were okay, but your back aches ever since when you stress it too much.”

I finished his sentence without pause. And there he goes again with his dumbfounded face. I cannot blame him. But I still want to believe that this is just mere coincidence. That we have the same birthmark, same mole, same back problem, and same…sentimental watch.

Who am I kidding?

“WHO ARE YOU?!” I shouted at him as I grabbed his collar. I didn’t care if he’s older than me. If this is just a sick joke then I will not forgive him.

He brushed me off easily and told me, “I’m Maxwell!”

“THIS ISN’T FUNNY!” I shouted once more.

“Look. Shouting won’t solve anything. And I cannot believe this as well. So I would suggest that we keep calm and think this through.” He calmly answered.

“Okay. Where should we start?” I asked.

“Might as well go to the receptionist.” He answered.

“Okay…Ow! What gives?!” I cried out as I was leading towards the exit when I felt his palm hit my lower back.

“That’s for payback! No one must be ahead of Maxwell, the anthropologist!” He proudly exclaims as he went out of the room in a triumphant manner.

I don’t know what’s funnier:

The fact that this is actually happening, as cliché-ish as it may be, but the two of us are still handling this fine.


The fact that a couple of years ago, I wanted to shift courses to Anthropology but I didn’t.

As I headed towards the door, I heard a flushing sound coming from the bathroom. This, I am sure of, cannot happen since no one came inside this room during the confrontation of the two of us.

Following it was the opening of the bathroom door.

And there he was.

“Now this…is unsettlingly interesting.” I told myself.

Repair Shop

We are back again I see.

Yeah. It’s getting worse and worse.

No worries. Let me do that for you…Oh my. This is worse.

My apologies my friend. It has been harder for me to take care of it.


What is it? You cannot repair it?

Not exactly…but you do realize repairing these reopened cracks and hinges again and again can do so little as time goes by.

I don’t mind paying you every single time my friend…or are you getting tired?

No. Not at all. It’s my job after all.

Then what’s with this seemingly possible look of hesitation from you?

You don’t have to wear this thing all the time! You can freely be yo…

WE ALREADY HAVE DISCUSSED THIS! You already know I cannot do that! They must not know!

You only think that they do not want to know! They are actually tryi…

I don’t want them to. They…must not know. They think of great things of me wearing THAT thing.

Well. Okay then. I’ll repair this again. But I’m telling you, you need to at least show them what’s behind THAT thing.

We’ve been through this my dear friend. They must not know. I mean, why would they waste their time knowing about me?

Because they want to. And if you’re not seeing that they really want to. Then i should make these two holes right here wider. Haha.

You’re such a joker. You don’t have to do that to me. I’ll always be your number one customer. Haha.

There. All done.

Good! Now let me get my wallet…Here. Thanks again my friend!

With pleasure. Say…

What is it?

Have you ever thought about it though?

What is?

That someone might actually strive to completely remove and destroy that thing?

I’m pretty sure everyone is curious about me.

It’s not that they are curious. They think they might already know who you really are. And they want that thing to be removed.

Why would they?

I think it is because they look at that thing as a cage of some sort.

Enough with your jests, my friend. You and your metaphors…

Do you think that you’re trapped?

Excuse me?

Do you think that you are locking yourself away from your own ideals? Are you trapped and hoping that someone sets you free?

It isn’t a cage. That’s why I always come here for repair every time it’s worn out.

You know. Eventually, I might not be here for your repairing needs.

Then I’ll do it myself.

We both know you can’t and don’t want to! That’s why you’re coming here for me to do it!

Goodbye, my friend.

You forgot something.


Your repaired mask.

A Restart

Basically, I want to blog again.

Clearly, a social networking site is not a place for my über long posts of sweet nothings and…simple nothings.

But yeah, this serves me a comfort that is likened as to writing on a diary. Obviously you people can see these publicly so no point of knowing my deep and dark secrets here. Besides, you can actually ask me or know about these things when it’s just
the two of us.

So hopefully this will stick. This will last.

Because there are some things in life that are not lost when you stop, we are just forgetting the fact that we can actually restart.


For the times na pinapahugas mo yung mga pinggan sakin pero ikaw din ang huhugas eventually. Sa pagsaing pwede ring mag-apply.


For that one time na tinuruan mo akong magluto ng pinakbet. na-mention ko lang ito kasi naalala ko noong time na ‘yon, nakalimutan kong hugasan ang mga gulay.


For the times na himalang nahahanap mo ang mga gamit ko sa bahay na hindi ko talaga mahanap


For the times na nagbibigay ka ng mga sobrang bagay na alam kong hindi ko kailangan o hindi ko gagamitin, pero eventually gagamitin ko rin pala.


For that very one time na inipon mo lahat ng dyaryo sa bahay at ibinenta para lang makaluwas ako at may allowance sa linggong iyon noong unang taon ko sa kolehiyo.




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