My son TJ is a fantastic writer,specially if he gets into one of his angst-y moods. Here are examples of his writing which I think are gems and which I don't think I will be able to match...
A Good Dream
May 8, '08 9:48 AMfor everyone
Something from the top of my head
It had been a long day,tired and annoyed as my job was mundane and the pay is so - so, I tell myself "things could be worse I suppose", "documents are still important", and "things will get better eventually", I laugh at these sentiments as I take my daily walk from the office to the usual waiting area where I wait for my ride home.
I wander around the mall watching people and killing time knowing that I am an hour early, wondering which familar face I might bump into as I pass by the usual groups of co-workers, barkadas, families and couples while wondering about things to come and plans yet to be made.
I take the escalator en-route to the arcades, looking at posters of the upcoming movies, as I turn around I am greeted by sweet smile and a small wave as a familiar and pleasant face from a time when grades mattered and games were my forte. I awkwardly return the greeting with a small smile and wave of my own, as we cross paths going our own separate ways, her hand accidentally brushes into mine triggering a memory long forgotten...I smile as the memory of the soft feeling of her hand still fresh in my mind...
A sensation that I may never feel again in this lifetime...
A simple story
Mar 14, '07 11:24 AMfor everyone
Something that sort of popped in my head earlier today, comments are welcomeI laugh at my friends joke, my usual over the top laughter that fills the empty hallway. out of the corner of my eye I see two figures emerge from end of the hallway, I pay no attention to them as I listen to my friend's next witty and hilarious banter. I hear a pleasant sounding greeting of "uy" and my name being called as I turn around see a beautiful and familiar face. I suddenly feel the annoying stares of my two friends. I shoot a quick glance at them to discover raised eye brows and thin annoying grins, I punch my closest friend in the stomach to show my annoyance. The grins get bigger...I return my attention back to her as the distance between us grows shorter and shorter. "Musta na?" she asks, I give her a tired sounding "ok lang" with my still alive and still kicking remark. As we talk about trivial and non personal things, asking common questions and giving common one word answers, I feel a mixture of anger, sadness, and regret of things that I did not do to keep a semblance of the closeness that we once had. I feel the urge to ask a personal question, but like my feelings I keep it all inside and force my self to give a small ordinary smile in the face of her animated and beautiful warm aura. Another familiar face enters the conversation, he gives her a smile and she smiles back, I hear my friends saying cryptic phrases like "malapit lang pala ang china"..."di naman pala nabroad eh", We say our goodbyes as I see my teacher at the end of the hallway 30 min late for our class, as our small group disperses, I see her hand clasping his as they walk away...
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