My Little Prince III

Sometimes, I have to make my obligatory visits to the Planet of Forms. And when I do, I sit behind a huge black umbrella that shelters me from my bare head to my little pink toes.

Then the little flying poison darts of paper and words fall harmlessly on my umbrella. Except for the occasional one that gets through and stings. This is the Planet of Forms. One gets damage for sins real and imagined.

And that is how the Little Prince found me. Hiding under my black umbrella. He smiled his little smile and pulled me to my feet. In the next few days, we were catching poison darts from the air and casting them back with a fluorish. I watched each one disappear far into a milky mist.

In the aftermath of a particularly nasty barrage, there was some time to soak up the afterglow. I turned to him and said with my hand in my heart, "NOW you are real to me."

PACMAN wins!

This is a boxing day.

It's my first ever boxing lesson. P says I suck but I don't know if it's his usual psychological warfare.

In my assessment, my footwork improved the more we practiced. My jab is confused. My straight punch strong. My uppercut more confused.

Insults for the day: I am more maarte than client kolehiyalas. Maybe boxing is not for me or I'm really just squirmish and feminine.

WTF. Feminine? He's the first person to use that word on me. He must be on something.

In the afternoon, I watch Paquiao win against Larios. Wooohooooo! Go PACMAN!

Antics

Meet N and P, from left to right below. Both FF Instructors. Sorry for the quality of the pics. SOMEDAY, will get myself a decent cam. After that nano, that is.

N is a Muscle something holder (will get details) and he's been in one prominent commercial for a vitamin, I think. I remember the commercial more than the brand. There's this guy with a naked spectacular bod and his lower parts are wreathed in flame to symbolize power and energy. I was impressed when I learned it was him. He's also the most popular and hardworking trainer in all FF branches. The best thing is, he's a nice guy. No airs at all. He endeared himself to me when he joined a Body Balance Group X.

Next is P. He's a hard taskmaster and he's one of a kind.

Below are some of their antics one FF day.

"Ang macho-macho namin."

"Pa-lick naman jan, hon..."

"Si Maru? Best client ko un! Hassle-free!"

Asaness. Haha. This is MY blog after all. *grins*

And Bitter Sentiments (3-3)

Alone in the dark. Some sort of relief from having to project everyday cheer. It's just me and Sarah singing her sad songs.

I wish I were somewhere dark drinking something hard with somebody sympathetic.

I wish I were speeding hellishly fast on a motor in a deserted strip of road.

I wish I were in a club and dancing up a frenzy amidst twisting bodies.

I wish I were in Lost with Dead beside me. I would stand up then and look down a precipice.

I wish it were raining down on me.

Then I could shout till I am hoarse. Cry till my eyes are bugging out. My tears would get lost in the rain. And I could scream out my rage and anger till I am all spent and cold.

So much for wishing.

Sweet Moments (2-3)

A few hours earlier...

Miel left his playmate to sit beside me. I am mildly surprised. He normally just plays PS or watches TV. But this time, he purposely sat beside me.

Bakit ka nag-cry? Ano problem mo? Tell mo saken.

And he says it in such a reasonable and comforting voice I would've laughed if I weren't just way too out of it. He pats me reassuringly with his little hand. Gives me hugs and kisses. (Only to be normally gotten through threats and blackmail. Never voluntarily given.)

He leans over to whisper. Wag ka na mag-cry.

I went through hell having you, Miel. But your happy disposition and smiling countenance is worth every sacrifice.

Sad Days (1-3)

I went to her hospital today. She had lost her baby and I wanted to be with her as she went back home.

I got off the LRT and took the pedicab to the hospital. The rickety pedicab took me past a squatter area. In my half-aware state, I cringed at the familiar smell of shanties, sun-baked dust, and dirty bodies. Then a walled hospital loomed into sight. Fringed by dilapidated drugstores.

I go inside and the guard is some grade of dimwit. There is a line of folk queued at the Information Desk. A girl straight out of an anime sits with her back against the wall. She appears out of place. None too soon, I am walking inside the ward. The world takes on a surreal motion at this point. It feels like I am walking underwater.

The corridor is dim but it opens up to a medium-sized room full of white-robed bodies. I am engulfed by a million sensations. Desperation, sickness, grime, age... For a second, I feel that I have stumbled into a crazy hall. Did I make a mistake and end up in the psycho ward? But I see the sign. Post abortion ward. And I realize why there are way too many sick women. There are four to a bed. I see her at once. I don't go for embracing shit but I do envelope her in a hug when I see her. She doesn't belong there.

Dearest, I have never been one to wish for wealth. But from that second onward, how I wished for it. Then I could have saved you from an added misery. I only hope that I felt it more than you.

Sometimes, dearest, we go through the most difficult times of our lives. And you've survived through it. What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. Living testament, that's me.

I love you dearest. I will always be here for you.