Emo little miie

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Childhood rainfall

Today is the the birthday is the birthday of the flames. It allowed people relight the the flames of the past. Like our birthday, we commemorate the day we we're born. Now a company of friends would experience a different reawakening, for this will resurface significant pieces of memories they had in their past. With bold and blazing hearts they will occupy themselves wiht an ordinary pastime which will bring back something extraordinary...

She woke up a little bit late. She hurriedly do the morning routine and ate a heavy breakfast. She dashed to the cabinet and picked up her blouse together with her skinny jeans. She wore her rubber shoes hastily. After a few minutes she was already dressed up. She left the house and headed straight to the academy. Yes it was the meeting place where she and her friends will meet on that day. She was a few minutes late for the blessed ceremony. Her friends were already seated on the benches. She entered quietly, and sat near her friends. The ceremony ended at exactly lunch time. She and her friends had lunch at a fast food chain near the institute. They had fun chatting while they were eating. They talked about variety of things and experiences.

And soon she and her friends were done eating. They exited the fast food loudly, still continuing their chit-chats. She glanced at the gray clouds and lifted her had. She felt little torrents of water dripping from the sky, yes it was drizzling. The cold breeze encompassed their cheeks as they stroll through the sidewalk outside. One of her friends claimed that she knew a faster way to reach the actual venue. She acted as a tour guide and led the way. The little shower was moderate so they did not mind it, as they strode under the buildings in town. They seem so carefree crossing the streets despite the passing vehicles. As they were nearing the venue they walked near the boulevard. The breeze near the sea glistened a sweet chill on them. The wind was slightly terrible, it blew the hair of the girls. The others were having fun savoring the wind's chill while she was watching the waves shift back and forth on the shore. It seemed to encompass her with a melancholic feeling.

Finally, they arrived at the actual venue. It was a huge dome surrounded with enormous walls. It had an oblong cemented crimson bricked track at its center. It was encircled with a green grassy loam. Beside stood a huge empty stadium. There were a few people in place, most of them were athletes. They were playing their sports at the other side of the field. She and her friends settled near a small wooden shed. They started to look for a slipper that could be used to play "cha-cha" One of them offered his slippers and in a few minutes the team ups were ready. They started the game, it was team white versus team black. The members were equally distributed according to their skills. She was still seating at the shed, just watching the rest. She doesn't like to be drenched by the little icicles of water that dripped from the clouds. Her team mates encourage her to play despite the drizzles. After a while, the drizzles stopped pouring yet the cool breeze was still swirling in the region. She had no choice but to join them. At first, she thought she would not enjoy the game that she was not very familiar with. (She kinda forgot it na) As she observed her friends playing it. They kicked, dashed, run, soon she found herself enjoying the game. The next game they engaged in, was that so called "Jeri Base" (not sure with the spelliing) The group split up in two groups. They established their team's base at opposite ends of the field. The game was fun filled with running, tagging, observing one another's movements and all. The game enfolded the concept of power-ups, entrappments, and enchaining the opponent in your team. How to win? Simple, one should touch the opponent's base freeing the captives from their team. The game furnished delightful smiles in their faces. "Indeed, Sports is sweetest when there are no spectators". ^_^

Funny isnt it? Yes these were the childhood fancies she and her contemporaries enjoy during their younger years. When they were kids they paint the down red with all those inventiveness and creativity. It awakened her memory during her elementary days. She used to play with her classmates in the assembly area or at the field of their school during lunch time. They play jeri base, sili-sili water, viva, luksong tinik etc. Most of her playmates were boys. That's why she posses slight attitudes of agressiveness and warlikeness. She is always treated as one of them by her playmates. She reminisced the times when their teacher scolds them because they arrive late after lunch with uniforms drenched by their own perspiration.

Despite a pail of prespiration, the afternoon's amusement brought delight to all of them. Everyone enjoyed each others company. The bliss of playing with friends rekindled. thier childhood memories, building a stronger bond and relishing the flares of childhood joy.

It reminded her that we all need to grow up and trancend to different phases in our lives because we're not always children at the end of the day..

I Posted
1:14 AM

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Cocealed by the flames

She slid a little box creatively wrapped in red wrapper in her pocket, and glanced at her watch. It was 8:00 in the evening. She entered a small building. It was not that huge. It would accommodate about three hundred people. It was a convention hall type with a mini grassy garden on both sides. There was a glass that served as its ceiling. The people can see the dark night sky above the hall. In this place, the traditional cyclic celebration of the flames will be held. This celebration is a significant event where people in a particular society commemorate.

The place was enveloped by darkness. The lights were turned off. She was with a group of people who had taken care of since the day of her existence. Inside the hall were benches lined in rows. There was an alley in the middle which divided the left and right parts if the convention hall. As she approached the brown benches she noticed only a few people seated on the random benches. She and her companions sat in the eighth bench on the right wing near a dim area. Since it was still dark she stood up quietly and roamed the borders if the room trying to unnoticed. She scanned every bench hoping to find a young man of her age. She was expecting him to attend the ceremony too. Yet she found no trace of the person she was looking for. She moved silently behind the crowd and went back to her seat. She felt absurd and starred at the platform for quite some time.

Suddenly, she glanced out of the huge glass window to her right. There was a lighted three story building. It was a few meters away from the hall. She detected three silhouettes approaching the entrance of the hall from the near by building. They emerged in the dim light and stepped in the entrance of the convention hall. She recognized them immediately, yes it was him. He was with an adult woman (in her thirties she guessed) and a younger sister. They walked slowly through the center ally looking for a place to sit. As the trio approached she was seated calmly and firmly in her bench, pretending not to notice them. The familiar figures moved to the eighth row in the left wing. The bench were they were located was in line with the row in the right wing were she was seated. Much to her astonishment he sat at the end of the bench making both of them just a meter away across the alley. Yes he was the soul she was waiting for, solid and intact. She was overflowed with joy, yet kept the feeling under her toes.

The room was still in darkness. As the clouds uncovered the illuminating full moon, the ceremony begun. A large fire emanated from the little embers near the garden in the left wing of the building. It was the start of the rites. The leader spoke in a loud voice and gave a brief introduction. The people in the hall faced the altar of flames and lighted the candles given to them. The little flames in each ones candle was shared until the hall was lighted in the darkness.

A lot of things play in her mind right now as she held the tiny box in her pocket. She was barely listening to what the leader was speaking. After the symbolical practice of the golden flame, there was silence... The leader and his subordinates strode along the center alley. It marked the genesis if the ceremony’s entourage.

A little presentation was observed after the little dash. It was mixture of speech and chants which explain the piece of history and the event’s significance. The joyous part of the ceremony begun as the lights reflected in every part of the hall. The chandeliers shimmered lights all around the place. The lamps glittered is beam beside the widows. The blissful atmosphere entered the scenario. The room was filled with melody and ecstasy as the chants were sung in chorus. It awakened the flaming spirits of the community in the celebration.

She flashed a stolen glace to her left and she saw his bizarre outlook. He was attractive and his aura tonight was striking. She was mesmerized by this handsome young man’s appearance. Her soul was spell bound with bliss, by his fair serious expression. He seemed to glow in the crowd. He was fine dressed with his elegant grown up outfit. The tops and bottoms were stylish which appeared pleasant on him. He was wearing semi fit cotton polo, half sleeve type, with a fold above the elbow. It blended magnificently with his figure. His coloured polo shirt displayed a vibrant pattern of checkered squares with a mixture of maroon and ox-blood red. It made him look delightfully charming. He was in blackish blue jeans with faddish streaks of ivory. His black framed glassed matched his stylish wavy hair. He looks really smart and captivating with that apparel.

She was warmed by his delightful charm as he was standing straight forward, looking at the altar and listening to the leader. She glanced at him once in a while and held him in her unwavering gaze for quite some time. She immediately run her eyes and bends her head once in a while to keep her gaze unseen. She knew he was aware of her presence but their gazes intentionally don’t meet. (She avoids it) She was observing him all the while, trying to perceive his actions. He looked like a kid as he lighted his candle and play with the melting wax with his fingers.

The part of the ceremony which was called “corona of kindness” proceeded after the lighting of the flames. The people should express goodwill towards one another. It was done by shaking of hands or simply smiling at one another, similarly greeting each one with gladness. She glanced at her left favourably hoping to see a smile in his face. As they crossed their glances, he replied with a harmonic smile. She also returned a heartfelt smile at him. Starring at one another, their eyes stayed firm for a moment. He gave her a warm-hearted mysterious wink which created an unnoticed blush in her face. She was stunned for she did not expect what happened at that very moment. Her heart was dancing like the flames in the celebration and melting like the candle wax, as she commit to memory what had transpired just a breath away.

Towards the end of the ceremony the people offered tokens of appreciation to their friends. Some exchanged little gifts wrapped in different kinds of cover. The leader spoke to the crowd. He was giving the final message which marked the end of the ceremony. They sung the last hymn and the people exited the hall as symphony of melodies was played in the background. The altar of flames was kept lighted the whole night. The crowd moved through the center and she could not see him beneath the people. She hurried outside passing at the sides of the hall. She glanced outside the garden trying to find him. She wants to say something she felt about him.

At last she found him standing alone under a pillar of vines in the garden. He was looking away from the place. She quickly grabbed the little box in her pocket, and was about to approach him but, another lady approached him smilingly. She knew that lass for she was his childhood friend. She stood frozen near the boundary of the convention hall as she slid herself backward. She observed them in a distance; she saw her giving a tiny box to him. It had a similar shade of red like the box she held. She realized that it was time for her to go because her companions maybe waiting for her in the car van. She slowly walked back towards the parking area. She went away feeling empty and disappointed.

Despite all, she always knew that he already had someone special before she met him. She is aware that he will always treat her as his friend. Yet her heart was full of hope that someday he will feel the same way. She was really hurt. Her heart was wounded with disparity and unrequited love. She loved him but she was always enslaved in agony. She decided to go back to the altar of flames. As she clenched her fists putting to mind that her hidden admiration for him will always be concealed in a one sided love. Tears began to flow on her cheeks needlessly. “Why do I have tears in my eyes today when he was NEVER mine?” she whispered to the flames as she burnt down the little red box with the letter on it, beneath the blazing flames.

I Posted
6:10 AM