"Two Sides" by ccigaux adona

Warning to the reader: This is a short story filled with fictitious characters, settings and words not suitable for the very young minds. Parental Consent is advised.

Odd Beginnings.

The sky was clear and the rush hour had passed when a car screeched in the pavement and stopped at the gasoline station, and it seems it had no intention at all to fill up her slick automobile. The driver's seat was occuppied by a fuddled... or looked like a fuddled woman, almost in tears, and listening not intently to the sound of Mariah Carey's version of "Without You." She's as if in dysphoria and focused on something inside her head. She heaved an unrelieved sigh.

This is the fifteenth time I was left again by a fuckin' guy, she thought. He's such a jerk! No... an insensitive, imbecile, good-for-naught guy who... who... left me for his God or whatever he call him. I mean... why?

"I can't live..." boomed by the radio.

Why do I have to experience being left out for fifteenth fucking time?! she thought.

"...If living is without you..."

I don't comprehend the fact that God is more important to him! she reckoned.

"...I can't live..."

The last time before this happened, a guy left me for some girl as well! she recalled.

"...I can't give anymore..."

I can't take this anymore! she thought while she cried and punched unintentionally the wheel and the horn of her car sounded as if an explotion broke out.
...And then she realized that she was already singing out the final chorus of the song.

Suddenly, a faint idea strucked her. She wants to end her life.

While focusing her thoughts about the idea, she noticed someone standing a few meters away from where her car parked. A bystander whom she thought waiting for a public vehicle. It was a guy. She glanced at her watch, it was almost midnight.

"why not bring someone else with me and end this person's life as well?" she murmurred.

"Hey you!" she shouted.

The guy glanced and met her eyes for a couple of seconds. Then looked away.

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The night was clear and the sky was filled with the brightest of stars when a person from a car shouted at him as if he had done something not nice. He glanced for a few seconds and then looked away.

Sorry. I don't talk to strangers. He thought as if the person inside the vehicle can read his mind.

What were the odds to encounter such a person at this time of the night who has a loud Mariah Dion sound tuned in. He thought. And besides, I'm on my way to home.

While his mind's arguing whether it's irrational to be near with a total stranger, the woman in the car decided to drive pass the guy so that she'll be in a position to talk without shouting.

"Mr. Stranger, I'd like to end my life with someone. Are you available?" She said in a very casual way.

The guy was surprised though he learned how to hide his emotion in a very odd instance.

"Maybe." He said. "What do you have in mind?"

"I don't know. But if you're kind enough to join me here inside the car and talk about it so that I won't looked like I'm hooking up with some... some... uhmm... damn prostitute."

The man couldn't conceal his silence and shock to such pretense. He went to the passenger's seat, opened the door car, and closed it. And for awhile silence emerged.

"You're a classic." said the guy in an unlikely way while looking directly to the windshield.

(To be continued)

Twenty Fifth Year

Tough times are the two words i can describe when the journey started to push through last year going to that silver aged, twenty five years old. Yet i still felt like im no younger than eighteen. The transformations i can only barely see and experience are some white hairs and adult problems. Beyond that, there's nothing i can say that made me feel like twenty-something. Probably, it's because i have yet to experience to work in order to live.

When would a man's maturation begins?

A. When a man will work for food, clothing and decent shelter

B. Setting his/her priorities straight

C. Deciding the best for himself even if still had no earnings yet

D. Having a kid/s and a wife/wives

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Yesterday was a blast! Greetings from anywhere from Luzon, Visayas and Mindano and even from some parts of the Middle East came through. It's a cliche as always when people greet you in the most unorignal way. But it's understandable. There's quite less of greetings around that we can make from "happy birthday!". The most important was these people exerted their way to greet you. Remembering, all of a sudden, a person that somehow touched them in a way, big or small. I've learned that greetings were not also meant for wishing the best and the brightest for the birthday celebrator, it was also a sort of remembering that person an inch of a second or two.

Indeed some of the birthday greeters were getting less and lower in numbers from the time you were born. But every year, there's got to be a sort of VALUE that lingers in each of the person who made a stand and still at your side up to now. Of course, there were always the usual NEW PEOPLE whom you met along the road. They, too, had a certain VALUE. And it's understandable that there were also some and certain personalities that had forgotten your birthday, and yet never forgotten the VALUE of friendship each has shared.

So saan mapupunta yung mga nakalimot na sa iyo ever since?
Frankly my dear, i guess i don't want to give a damn anymore.

I'll strum my guitar and drink for you, yes you, who value every bit of cell in me.

...For the twenty five years and counting
...For the life of me
...To the love and the loveless
...To being a hopeless romantic
...To my struggling yet surviving family
...For the good times and bad bad bad times
...To good health and bad hygiene
...To someone that exists for me and I to her (a soulmate perhaps)
...And to God Almighty...

May we all strum our guitars and drink for our own completeness and happiness.

cheers!


for more of the yesterday's action click: ccigaux's green mangoes
and go to a photo album entitled: "Did you know it was my 25th birthday yesterday"

Theories Of The Vocalist

Jijaw (gee.jau) is our band's premier vocalist. He's mababaw yet simple principal song-writer of ours, as well. We loved to talk about almost anything beyond what our head's capacity can perform. Once or twice, I remembered we talked about his peculiar and funny beliefs on relationships. He set out three scientifically related theories and laws, that all of us learned in highschool, and eventually got the knack of imposing it to courting problems, which most of us do experience it from time to time. Most especially to a person who have a particular likeness to someone already taken.

1. "The Continental Drift Theory"

Jijaw: "Sus! Kung ang mga pulo nga ng Pilipinas e naghihiwalay e, sila pa kayang mag kasintahan lang?!"

2. "The Law Of Gravitational Pull"

Chigo: "So kumusta kayo nung nililigawan mo lately?"
Jijaw: "Wala e. May gustong iba. Pero... mahuhulog at mahuhulog din yan sakin.."

3. "The Hen and Rooster Law"

Chigo: "May boypren na yung balak kong ligawan e. Sayang.."
Jijaw: "Wooshoo! Mas madaling mahuli ang manok kapag nakatali! Tuloy mo lang!"
Chigo: "Uluuuul. 'Di na, tol!" :)
Jijaw: "Bahala ka... who knows? hehe.." (evil smile here)
Chigo: "It will complicate things e. Wasak yung ganun, pre. 'Di na lang.."

(jijaw pertaining to the chicken as the girl which was nakatali na sa boypren.)

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Jijaw still got alot of these funny and (i don't know if this is a correct term) promising so-called theories and laws up his stinking sleeves, but this is all I can share for now. hehehe!

Disclaimer: The said theories was quite a success for him... almost. Now, he's still single and clandestinely in love with someone. hehehehe! peace tayo pare! :)

Fascination

Why do some people are going crazy about this kind of Power over men and women?
Are we generally feel weaker if we are ought to be ordinary?

When I was still in college, and having the time of my life on nursing duties in the hospital ward, I was oftenly chosen to be a group leader for nine people. It was a group of consists of 2 men and 8 women. So instead of leading them, I mostly do their favors. Taga ligpit ng upuan, taga pulot ng kalat, taga bigay ng ward assignments nila, taga buhat ng upuan, taga hanap ng upuan, taga pakinig sa mga problema nilang mediyo personal, at marami pang iba.

I complain to them sometimes. I make them feel that I'm no iron man or machine. That instead of having the control to move them, it was somehow, the other way around. One of my phobias back then, was having the responsibility towards yourself and to others to whom you were leading to. Nakaka takot kasi hindi lang buhay mo yung hawak mo e. Magkamali ka lang, e pati yung mga kagrupo mo e lagot sa instructor mo, diba?

And that was how it felt to be powerless and powerful at the same time. I was powerless to control my groupmates to do what was for my OWN purpose. Yet I was powerful to sacrfice their necks for their own accord. Powerful to inflict damage to their work. It was a matter of choice pala.

In the recent events of bloody election, I was fascinated and sickened by the incomvents/newly elected person hunger for power. And by observing them, imagining myself in one of the public positions in the land, I could, more or less, lose my life or my mind. Or both. I realize that my own style of leading won't pass the cruel world of Philippine Politics. I had no cunning. No force to inflict fear in the minds of many and the might to put peace and order. If Machaivelli and Sun Tzu were still alive, they might be laughing at my face right now and forcing me to go lead some flocks of birds and school of fishes instead of men and women.

Power, power. Are you worth killing for? Are you worth fighting for?
I am fascinated by your essence. The weak shall never inherit you.


It's a crazy old world of politics.

I don't love you like i love you yesterday

Naks! titulo pa lang emo na. Thanks for MyChemicalRomance for that LSS.

Pero malayo ang mga sasabihin ko dito sa titulong napili ko. Para naman ma-iba.

Boboto ako bukas. Gusto ko lang ilista ang mga senador na napupusuan kong umupo sa isa sa pinaka mahal na posisiyon sa balat ng Pilipinas. Naway ang papel na ilalaglag ko sa dilaw na latang kalawang ay maging susi sa inaasam mong matamis na kinabukasan.

*Legarda
*Escudero
*Noynoy Aquino
*Joker Arroyo
*Pangilinan
*Victor Wood
*Villar
*Sotto
*Allan Cayetano
*Roco
*Angara
*Lacson

Yan. Kumpleto na. Sana nga lang ay wala akong makuhang death treath mamaya.

Trono

Habang ako'y naka upo sa trono at kasalukuyang tinatamaan ng diarrhea, at nag sisisi kung bakit wala ako sa sinihan ng mga oras na iyon para panoorin si spider man, at nagtataka kung ano ang nakain ko kahapon, naisip ko lang...

What if you hide your emotions, let's say anger or sadness. Does hidding anger/sadness would also mean pretending to be you're happy/gay/blissful?

I dunno if hidding is synonymous to pretending. hmmm..

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Once again, i caught myself addicted to this song:

You brighten my life like a polystyrene hat
But it melts in the sun like a life without love
But I've waited for you so
I'll keep crying out
Without You -Silverchair's "without you"