Memoir of a Gay-sha

Memories are our way of keeping the past alive. Some are so painful we never want to visit them again. But a memory can also be a gift, something we can open again in order to fill ourselves with happiness. And sometimes a moment becomes a memory the instant it's happening because it is so true, and so pure and so significant you want to capture it forever.


This is the exact words from one of my favorites TV series characters- Kyle XY.
Disclaimer: The writer of this blog has no proprietorial rights to the picture nor to the quote above.

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Pasakay na sya ng motorela (isang klase ng sasakyan na pinapatakbo ng motorsiklo) nang sumalubong sa kanya ang wari'y hilaw na bati ng mga ka-baranggay. Napaisip sya kung bakit parang may kakaiba sa mga ito ngunit dahil mas iniisip nya ang patimpalak na gaganapin sa Lunes, hindi na nya ininda ang mga ito. Mataas ang hangad nya na mapasama sa mga pinakamagagaling sa Matematika sa kanila syudad. Kakaunti lang kasi ang may lakas ng loob na suungin ang laban sa mga numero kung ikukumpara sa ibang asignatura sa mataas na paaralan.

Sinipa ng drayber ang pedal at biglang tumakbo ang makina ng motorsiklo. Naglabas ito ng usok na kumalat sa gilid ng sasakyan. Kasabay nito ay ang isang tanong na nagdulot ng pagtataka sa mukha nya, "Kamusta ka na?," sambit ng isang ale na noon lamang sya kinausap. "Okay naman po," inosente nyang sagot. Bakas sa ale ang pagtataka. "Di mo pa ba alam ang nangyari sa tatay mo?" kumunot ang nuo. Umiling lang sya na punong puno ng tanong. "Patay na tatay mo." Mahina at malungkot na sambit ng ale.

Unang pumasok sa utak ng binatilyo ang posibleng biro ng ale. Pilit nyang iwinawaglit sa isip ang nasagap na balita sa gitna ng byahe. Lumipad ang kanyang isip sa kung saan. Gumaan ang kanyang katawan ngunit unti-unting bumibigat ang kanyang ulo. Ibinababa nito ang kanyanng buong pagkatao pabalik sa katotohanan ng buhay. Mga kalahating oras ding binaybay ng sasakyan patungo sa bahay na tinutuluyan ng pamilya ng binatilyo. Ngunit ang paglalakbay na iyon ay waring isang dekada ng lahat ng alaalang bumalot sa isipan nya.

Ang kanyang ina ay tulala, namumugto ang mga mata dala ng labis na pagluha. Madaming tao sa bahay. Noon lang sinakop ng mga kapitbahay ang antigo at walang lamang bahay na iyon. Nakakapanibago. Nakakasakal ang dami ng tao. Tila wala nang natirang hangin sa loob ng bahay.

Hindi naging madamdamin ang kanyang pagdungaw sa bangkay ng kinilala n'yang ama. Walang luha. Walang hagulgol. Ni walang kaunting iyak na namutawi sa kanyang bibig. Isang di maipaliwanag na tingin lamang ang kanyang naibigay sa amang hindi nya nakilala nang lubos at hindi sya kilala.

Isa lamang ang nasabi nya sa kanyang ama, "Sayang di mo na mararanasan ang inaasam mong maginhawang buhay. Sayang dahil hindi ko na maipapakilala ang tunay na ako pero sana maintindihan mong di ko sinasadya ang maging ganito."

O[Bar]MG!

Last saturday, after a very tiring trip somewhere in a nearby suburb, I, together with few of my friends, catwalked in a very familiar yet strange place for me. Maybe because it was a long time ago since I managed to enter such a place or maybe I haven't acquainted myself yet to the fact that, in one way or another, I have to visit there to widen my thoughts of the place.


That was the second time I entered O Bar. A very cold place but very warm in welcoming its guests to party and meet random warm bloods. At around 10PM, I knew only few has the heart to sustain the loneliness of the place since the real party starts by early midnight and ends at near morning. We found a certain niche upstairs and had three drinks which were covered by tickets. Not until we felt that the meager number of guests were not enough to uplift our spirits did we decided to tread down the ground floor. And alas! It was fully packed with different faces.


I checked every single soul in the smoky chamber not hoping to find someone who'd dare to take a look on such a mere usual face of mine but to observe. I saw two guys in one corner whispering at each other as if gossiping. Then, another guy is holding his beer bottle while caressing the music with his own bodily dance. At the mouth of the room were a few minding their own business but it's evident that they're looking for something or someone.


And my eyes were stuck into a rather familiar face. I couldn't remember him but something's telling me I know him. Maybe he also wore a familiar face, I said to myself. He was in the darker part of that room just smoking  and drinking while checking on every person passing by the center going to the bar area. Is he waiting for someone? Or is he also bored in his place and just wanna hang out? Looking at his gestures, it can be inferred that something's bothering him. I don't know if it was that someone he's waiting for or if he's just eager to see the world within the four corners of the famous O Bar. I was not quite sure.


I was intently staring at him hoping to completely see his face. Then, his eyes were drawn abruptly unto me. I was caught off guard and didn't know what to do then. I should have taken my eyes away from him but I couldn't. It's too late. And besides I didn't know where to pin my attention to. Thus, I stared. For a moment, I felt a connection between us. It's something I have never felt before. As if I knew him and he wants to know me. Then, he swayed his face and tried to reclaim himself from the same half-humiliation. I felt shy by then.


Although we stared at each other for a few seconds, I knew he was curious as I was. Curious of the reason why I stared at him like that. But he brushed off the curiosity. Me too.


I danced for while to ease up my drunkenness and release the alcohol lurking my head. Like him, I also swayed through the music. Felt it. Romanced with it. And finally, I was able to gather myself back and out I went to breathe only to find out he was also there. By this time, I didn't mind him anymore.


This is one of the most peculiar yet strange nights I had with so many unfamiliar faces. This is one moment when catching off guard is a usual thing. This is one of the moments we experience in an entertainment nook such as O Bar.