That Elevator Kiss
We were from the top floor of a forgotten building. It was around an hour after midnight. Everyone was busy drinking and celebrating with the debutant.
"Pwede ba kitang i-kiss," you asked me. It was cute, actually, to ask permission for someone to be able to kiss them, even though you already know that my answer would be a yes. It’s always a yes.
I bowed down a little so that you can reach my lips. I looked at your eyes, first, which has been an SOP for me, and I saw you closed them as if you were dreaming for that special kiss. Slowly, our lips met.
We didn’t care if there were CCTVs in the elevator because obviously, there were. We didn’t care if there would be people entering the lift, good thing there were none.
When we almost reached the ground floor, we started fixing ourselves already. I couldn’t imagine that we would do that, but we were both sure that it was not because of the alcohol.
I went back to the car and went home, while you stayed there after tagging with me until I reached the parking lot. You bid good.
Days after, you asked me what was that. All I have ever said was, “it was nothing.” I don’t know how heartbreaking that was for you, and for me.
Late Night Adventures
I. We were sitting on an empty street in the city. I bought a warm chocolate drinking for the two of us, and you brought your camera. I borrowed your camera and took pictures of you under the illumination of the street light. I taught you how to do that.
II. We were walking for around 6 kilometers or so towards your home. It was our first walk together, actually, and we were talking about so many things about our life.
III. We rode a jeepney towards that goto place near SaGuijo. Good thing that there goto is delicious and is worth the effort to go there on a late evening.
IV. We were sitting inside that goto house near your place. Your treat. And we were surprised when they passed by, and we laughed for all the shitness happening in our lives.
V. It was raining really hard and I was waiting for you with an umbrella on my left hand, a bag of hot chocolate and pandesal on the right, and my earphones plugged in my ears.
We went to Tagaytay just to eat a delicious bulalo right after we went to Enchanted Kingdom. It was my first time to eat a bulalo. We ate a lot, and the coldness in the area complemented with its hot soup.
We were swimming in that hot spring resort. It was another first time. I was teaching you how to float, and fortunately, it was successful.
The sky was full of stars as we swam on the ocean. It was freezing, yes, but the warmth of our body next to each other while in the water was warm, comforting. I pulled you closer into me, and you did the same. You told me that I was the one.
We went to Batangas days before my birthday just to eat at Jollibee. That was pretty crazy.
We ate a meal at 7-Eleven somewhere in Cubao. That was a pretty memorable spot for me, actually. I told you that I want to eat with you there so that whenever I see a 7-Eleven store, I would remember you. Good thing there are many 7-Eleven branches in the country.
We were walking around the park and taking stolen pictures of each other. We were amazed of how beautiful the place was. We were also running because we were tickling each other through our nipples. Funny.
It was a new year for the two of us - together. We had a delicious Japanese Ramen, and some Korean snack as we walked back and forth Manila Bay. We also had a short picnic at Quirino Grandstand right after we played with our kites. It was your first time after a long time.
We were late at the dinner buffet so we just grabbed a burger at a local restaurant. After, we went into the bar. It was our first clubbing together, and I believe that we were both lovely, minus the fact that after that drinking game, you’ve had to bring me back home.
It was a surprise. Our night was filled with lights as we went to different places known for Christmas lights and the like. We were both amazed by the majesty of the lights, but I was more amazed with you being mesmerized.
You brought me to one of your friends to introduce me to him. The three of us were walking around UST with your hand holding mine. Your friend was so happy for the two of us, and that is comforting.
You picked me up at Cubao because I was as bad as super drunk.
It was right after a drinking session with my friends when we met. You were in your house clothes. It was around 2 in the morning already and I know that you are already tired but you stilled rushed back to Cubao just for us to grab a bowl of lugaw.
We went to a celebration of you friend, and right after, we went back home into my place. Funny for the two of us, we were flirting with each other inside the public vehicle. You were touching my crouch, and so on.
It was already late evening and we were still at Quiapo as we roam around at its corners, looking and searching for things and window shopping.
We were running from Trinoma to Galleria to catch the screening of Shift. There was just an hour of break time between the screening of Blue Bustamante at Trinoma, to the screening of Shift in Galleria.
It was a date. There was someone singing in the area. We were drinking Pinacolada, I think, and eating Shanghai rice. It was also a beautiful place. Right after, we sat by the bay, and saw fireworks exploding in the sky. It was beautiful.
We slept on that mountain in Tagaytay together inside our pitched tent. At first we found it really hard to start a camp fire, but after several attempts, we succeed and we ate our dinner. After, we drank inside the tent and made love.
You said you want to get really drunk. I gave you the opportunity. And next thing I know, you were already crying to me really hard as you compare me to the things that are happening in 500 Days of Summer that we were watching.
It was a long ride from Manila to Baguio and we reached there at around 2 in the morning. We just walked from upper session road down to its center. When we found a pizza parlor and coffee shop, we ordered ourselves brewed coffee and two different pizzas that we shared with each other. I found that moment really lovely - two people, cold almost morning, hot coffee, and a delicious pizza.
We bought the ingredients for shanghai rolls and spaghetti. You know that those two are my favorites so you cooked me that. It was delicious, especially that it was made with love by you.
Dad was driving the car. You treated my mom and dad some ice cream and the two of us a cup of coffee from the 7-Eleven in Marikina.
I was having a depression-anxiety attack. You were comforting me, but I was feeling too bad. The next thing I remembered was that you bought me a cup of halo-halo at Mang Inasal. It was a favorite. And I smiled again.
There were so many people in the ukay-ukay. It was already 1 in the morning and there were still so many people looking for clothes, asking for discounts, and window shopping around at that long lane of ukay-ukay store near the park. We have bought some clothes for ourselves, too. It was my first time to do an actual ukay, and you were there for me.
Six or seven places, I think, were altogether firing fire works up in the sky. You wrapped your arms around my shoulder and you pulled me closer to you as we watched at the beauty igniting up in the night sky.
I brought you to one of my favorite local burger stores. I told you back then that I was craving for a good burger, and we bought some. It was a cold evening for the two of us, but us happily eating the burger was more than the coldness of the night.
It was a failed surprise. Instead, we just hang out at Moonleaf where you treated me with my favorite Vanilla Caramel Milk Tea with nata. We sat at the couch and laughed at my failed surprise.
It was a date at Enchanted Kingdom. Beautiful. Very beautiful. We sat at the ground and waited for the fireworks display, and then, we went to Realto for their last minute show. We were also wet back then thanks to my favorite ride Rio Grande.
Hello CF! Good afternoon to you and your random questions. Haha. I guess I really like my smiles - that whenever I see a photo of myself smiling, I also smile. It is like I find it something really cheerful, as something really happy to look at.
I guess my feeling now is getting worse. My head is getting more painful and I don’t know how painful it can get. I am really dizzy now. I do not know what is happening with me but I hope that I will feel better after my sleep. Good morning everyone.
I guess mas lucky ako sa kaniya. :) Anyway, hindi friendzoned ang tawag diyan, no! Unang una, ako nga itong naghahabol para maging friend ka, e. Haha. Sweet anon, matutulog na pala muna ako ha. Napatay ko na iyong ipis sa wakas e. Haha. At sana, paunlakan mo ang isang walang kamatayang friendship na inaalay ko sayo, please? :) Good morning! Have a great day ahead, yow!
It was the evening of Valentine’s day. You held my hand and I held yours while we were sitting on the edge of my bed. I started to tightly hold your hands as I darted my eyes towards yours. The shadows of the room was not enough to cover your lips from mine.
We started kissing each other.
It was slow at first. It was sweet, with pauses in between to give smacks and to adjust our positions. Until it went harder, as I press myself towards you harder, and you press yourself towards me harder, too. It went torrid, until we slowed down again. I felt the softness of your lips once more, and the kiss became passionate, intimate, or should I say, romantic. I felt you. I felt us. It was our union.
Nako for sure, hindi mo rin iyon kilala. Pero huwag kang magalala, hindi niya naman ako pinapabayaan. Magandang umaga nga pala ha! At bakit naman sayang? Ito nga ako o, inoffer na sayo ang isang walang kamatayan at payak na friendship. Seryoso ako! :)
Hello dear anon. Ang lakas mo naman mambola, pero napangiti ako niyan ng big time. Salamat at magandang umaga nga pala ha. Anyway, ako ay kasalukuyang nagmamahal e, at mukhang panghabambuhay na ito. Pero we can be friends, seryosong offer iyan, and for sure, hindi ko sasayangin iyon. :)
I love the way we are moving right now. The way we are getting things better than before. The way we are trying to understand each other. The way we love each other better now. I have always loved you.
Hello. That’s sweet, and thank you for that. By the way, we can be friends you know, just tell me and introduce yourself. Good morning!
I think love
is so overratedthat everything
starts to become
passe, and that
it starts to lose
its meaning -
of its letters,
of its syllables,
of the word -
and it goes down
into a single word
felt by everyone,
like it is something,
or some kind,
of an addictive
in a cruel world.
-Another Love Poem, Zakk Habitan
We have our own finger dance -
mine running across you,
above your flesh, your skin,
and I slowly find its refuge
in the pits of your entity,
in the depths of your existence,
and from there, it is a sanctuary,
where I slowly traverse
with unspoken words,
and I let you feel me,
the wetness of my flesh,
as I slowly open you
while you sing murmurs,
and moans growing slowly
with my fire burning
inside of you
as I deepen myself,
my roots into your earth.
I became your rain,
as I bring storm into you -
and yet you have loved
playing under my flesh
that runs throughout
My lips touched you,
the points of your love,
the celebration of our
victory towards inhibitions,
and I let you taste mine,
as our tongues unite
and talk in obscurity -
with it playing in the row
of teeth that bites me.
We dance in our own tune,
flesh to flesh,
unaware of how the world turns,
for tonight, your body
is the unknown field
that I will try to discover,
that I want to be familiar with.
-Lust, Zakk Habitan
You pull yourself,
away - towards somewhere -
they have pushed you away
that at the end of the day,
you find yourself grasping
nothing else: no connections,
no links, no responsibilities
of what may have come
because after all, you have
traversed pass your circles,
and you have walked pass
your roads, your boundaries,
and you feel cold and warm
both at the same time,
as well as absence and presence,
and you find yourself
both afloat and grounded
for you have been unchained,
and perhaps, for now,
we all do not know -
you might have sailed
somewhere far from the shore.
-Detached, Zakk Habitan
How many bouts, how many wars
have you won with medals of valor
that you raise amidst the bloody field
but deep inside, were you reall
the victor of an age-long struggle
of men fighting against men,
winning, losing, facing fate and death.
You pulled that sword of yours,
and the guns, and the bombs,
as you deprive yourself with innocence,
and as you deprive them with mercy,
because after all, they were the once
who changed you - who forced you to change.
Now, with your armor and chariot,
you raise your flag - in red, burning with rage,
and you point it up the sky
as you see its lining splitting
the day and the night,
the before and after,
the death and life -
you know you will be the victor.
And who says wars just happen
in open battlefield -
the most dangerous ones
are those that linger in the head.
-Determined, Zakk Habitan
In a circus bedazzled with lights and colours
with your name scribbled in wooden boards
displayed for the lines of patrons wailing
to see the show, to see you in the show -
in fact, they just want you to amuse them,
and in return, you try to be as entertaining
as you can be with make-ups and smiles
and fake moments you thought was fun.
You were running in halos, in circles,
with a path you do not know where,
and even how it ends - like the flow
of concerns, of mutilations, of stories
that keep on running inside your head.
I do not know if you are tired of being
enslaved by the monsters we do not know,
or of being spectacles in a show
that does not see the glimmer in your eyes,
but instead on how you deal with the script
of endless memories, of endless expectations.
-Crazy, Zakk Habitan