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Short Fiction: This Way Please

(photo by Zer Cabatuan) In the dream, the old man tells me, “Come in. Come in boy. The show’s just beginning.” And I do. The theatre is filled with people, young and old – one child is holding a cotton candy cone in her hand, laughing, giggling; a thirty-something woman sits near the aisle, sobbing; I see a couple kissing in a corner. At first I don’t get it. The screen is showing nothing but static. When I return to the man outside, he’s smiling. “Don’t like what’s on?” I say there’s nothing on, but the smile doesn’t fade, and he nods knowingly. “Ah,” he says, “So we have a realist, eh?” He seems amused and surprised. “Don’t get much of your kind here. The last one to say she was one ended up staying, after all. I think it was a love story, for her. Figures. So just static for you? Nothing? Not even a shadow or something blurred and jagged in the background?” “No,” I answer. “So it’s back to the real world in the morning, yes? Same as always?” Asks the old man, who has, from somewher

From the vault: Vignette - Ambiguous

“We finish,” says the man. “Each other’s sentences,” says the woman. “She’d like a Cosmopolitan,” says the man to the bartender. “He’ll have a Jack Daniels on the rocks,” says his companion. “Isn’t this place wonderful?” They exclaim together, and giggle like high school sweethearts who’ve only been going out for a month. Arms around each other, they go back to their table, sipping their drinks. You can be anyone. But who am I here? Who do I want to be? “Oops, sorry,” says a blonde beauty that almost spills her martini on me. “I think I’ve had too many of these tonight.” “Well who can blame you,” I say. “This place is supposed to be just a one night deal, right?” “Well said! Here’s to more then!” She raises her glass and almost falls, but I steady her back with a hand. She thanks me and moves toward the back of the bar. “Who might you be, on this fine night?” Says the bartender, noticing that I am alone. “I haven’t decided yet. I thought maybe an actor, but I really don’t like actors n

Big Saturday

July 18, Saturday is a big day. I. I was a bit late in registering, but it seems I've made it into the official list of participants for the 2009 Scott Kelby Worldwide Photowalk - Pasig. It's just for two hours, all free shooting, and just a tricycle ride away from home. Here's to fingers crossed to get at least a honorable mention for the contest (which is international, LOL) afterward, but just being able to be part of an official photography event - despite my newbie-ness - is a great thing in itself. I hope I'll be able to take some decent pictures. II. Afterward, after a bit of rest, I'm off to see my favorite person in the world, and spend some time with her. We only see each other once a week, so it's always something I really look forward to. It's a wonderful, wonderful cap off to my Saturday. Thanks a lot, God. ^_^

One last thing before I hit the sack.

I realize I haven't been posting as much as I want to (ha, Captain Obvious), settling for the occasional photo. Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come. =============== Serendra, on a hot, Saturday afternoon:

Photo post - Irony

Photo post of the day

Lougee Basabas, the vocalist of DeLara (formerly Mojofly). Taken with ambient light only at the band's 1st anniversary at Route 196 Bar, Katipunan.