To Dream

Dreams may be dead but the dreamer is still alive.


That guava tree

How could I forget?

I was a child with so many health issues. Skin diseases, asthma, and sprains – I had it all. I was born a bundagol. I could not run as fast as the other kids. I could not ride a bike. Worst, I could not climb a tree. Man, I tried so hard. But my physical strength was never enough.

Our nearest neighbors had lots of fruit trees in their garden. Santol, cacao, caimito, chico, starfruit, tisa and guava. My childhood best friends and I used to run around and play under the shade of those trees. It was always fun. Sometimes, if we were lucky enough, there would be fruits falling and hitting the ground and all we had to do was to pick them up and eat them. But one day, there was no fruit to be found. So my friends and I decided to climb up a tree instead. And because we were kids, we chose the one that was easiest to climb.

I honestly thought that it was easy. I even volunteered to go first. But there was I, struggling. I could not bring my body up that tree. I tried and tried but to no avail. Later on, about 20 minutes later and after a liter of sweat, I gave up. I told my friends that they should climb up first and I would follow them later. Of course, I never made it.

That was the first time that I learned that I could not do everything, that I have my own limits. I could not have everything that I wanted in life. But with the right people, I could still get something. I would not be left alone.

So my friends picked all the ripe ones and threw them on the ground. All I had to do was collect the fruits, run away, hide, and eat them all without any guilt.


LRT-1 Adventures: Pedro Gil

The sun was unusually brighter that day. It was not like I have been that observant but the light just kept on hurting my eyes each time I faced the crowd that was going against me. A bad day? Yes, it was. But I needed a new pair of shoes.

The mall. Finally. Five minutes of walking from the platform with all those people made me lose a week’s worth of energy. I went directly to the department store and secretly hoped that no saleslady would ever offer her help. But all of my hope has been left to die and a single soul was there doing some sales talk. I could manage, I thought. I grabbed an item on display and asked for my size. She told me to wait and so I did.

It wasn’t that long after the lady left that I heard some screaming and gunshots. For Pete’s sake. Gunshots. The emergency alarms went ringing and I sensed panic. As vigilant as I have always been, I took refuge behind an empty and abandoned cashier’s desk. I was searching for the nearest exit but too bad for me, one of the crooks was right there. He was holding a handgun, to my relief. It would have been a different story if he used some kind of automatic. At that time, I heard some exchange of shots between the security personnel and the criminals. I could only see 3 bad guys. One was at the exit, another was right behind some frightened customers which have become their hostages, and the other one was about 5 meters away from where I was hiding. Unknown to them, there was a guard who was taking his break and this guard just passed me and immediately shot that guy who was nearest to us. But shit happened and the other two fired back and the guard was right there, dead. I could hear police cars but the police could not make their move as there were hostages to be considered.

The next two hours were a mixture of despair and negotiations. Apparently, the gunmen wanted to have a talk with the president of the country. Yeah. Some leftists from the dreaded region in the south. I was still keeping an eye on everyone, of course. The gunmen have been guarding the hostages now, facing the window and the police. That means I was out of their line of vision.

I imagined the things that I would do. It was a bad day but I could make it a good one, if fate permits. So, I took my first steps and got the dead guard’s gun and ammo. I hid behind a shoe rack. I aimed like a pro. I should shoot them in their shoulders and legs, I thought. And everything happened in a blink of an eye. I was able to take them down. The rest of the hostages did their part afterwards. I ran outside and gave the signal to the police.

No need to thank me, I told them. I was simply living my superhero dream. But the manager of the department store insisted so they gave me that pair of shoes that I wanted.

But words spread like fire. As I stepped out of the crime scene, reporters suddenly approached me. There were video cameras, I tell you.

One of them asked, “Did you ever have proper training on guns and shooting because you hit them right where you want?”

“Does playing Counter-Strike count?” I said.


  1. My people chose me. Imagine that. Shuffling of manpower isn’t useful at all but the management wants it to be done. And I feel glad that the people here want to be part of my team. 
  2. Janvier is having the time of his life right now. Been downloading lots of movies.
  3. I want to buy Batman minifigures.

Maths and allergies

I answered the problem set of my sister and her classmates. It was just differential calculus. Glad I still remember my Math 53. I hope they would all pass the subject.

AND allergies! I was down for two weeks and the meds did not seem to work at first. So the doctor said that I might be allergic to something so I took some AH and the rest was history. I am fine now.

Social life? Null set. I am avoiding people. On purpose.

Tomorrow is my rest day (after 14 days of duty). Will be going to school to get some documents and maybe ask the unit offering that MEngg scholarship, for future reference.


From the ground she hears

the faintest cry of a pulse

It speaks of a miracle

of an answer she longs to know

She stays on the ground

She hears it once more

Does it tell of an existence

far from the norms

Will it ever reach its destination

Those she wishes to know

She waits for a fraction

feels the warmth of its approach

It is too late, she guesses

For the cry has become cold