Symptoms of Cretinism

(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

“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

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. ^_^

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:

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