The Words Between Us

“¿Qué tal?”I smiled, wondering how those two simple words sounded so melodic coming from your lips. They didn’t rhyme and there wasn’t anything poetic with the question yet to me, it sounded like a beginning of a song I’d end up singing even in my sleep. And it did.

Those were the first words you said when we first met. I didn’t understand them then, and like an idiot, I smiled and repeatedly said, “Si!”, which didn’t really answer the question.

“Panandaliang nahawi ang ulap ng pangungulimlim upang masilayan ko ang langit sa ilalim ng iyong mga paa. Iyan, iyan ang kaganapan.” I answered, sounding more like a kid writing his first poem.

You just rolled your eyes and laughed, the melodious sound bouncing off the walls of that little coffee shop we were in. A few curious glances were thrown our way but that didn’t stop you. Nothing ever did as far as I can remember.

You turned to look out of the window as I settled myself on the seat in front of you.

“Ha estado lloviznando toda la tarde…” I heard you say after a while, your eyes trailing the lines the raindrops have made on the glass window near us.

I almost asked how you could look at a raging storm and see it as a mere drizzle. But that’s how you have always seen everything around you; small, miniscule, nondescript.

“Tuvimos una tormenta muy fuerte ayer.” I replied, looking at your hands tightly clasped on top of the table, hoping like hell that I said the words correctly. I wanted to add that it was still storming, that it didn’t stop, but I could remember the words. My Spanish wasn’t really good, lacking actually.

“Natututo na ikaw,” You said in your faulty Tagalog, making me chuckle.

Pouting, you reached for your bag and took out the Filipino-English-Spanish dictionary that you always have with you. I took it away from your hand just as soon.

“Todo vien… Todo va muy bien…”

You look as if you wanted the argue for a few seconds, a look of pain crossing your eyes.

I lied. Nothing was fine. Not the raging storm outside. Not the difference in the words we speak. Not the distance that the bond on your finger have created between us that no dictionary can ever bridge.

“Estoy bien.” I said, hoping that it didn’t sound like another lie for it wasn’t. It was more like a promise, that of wishful thinking.

“Estoy enamorado de ti—” I said as I watch the tears fall from your eyes.

“But it’s okay.” I added, in English this time, in the language that we both speak yet never use. It was poetic really, the fact that we have a common language we could have used all these times but never did. But we both understood why.

It was a game of hide and seek, after all. Us hiding from the world while trying to seek ways to understand each other. In a way we did, and somehow, we ended up understanding too much, much more than the meaning of the words. We ended up falling into the crevices between the letters and the lines.

I took a quick look around the cafe. We were the only one inside now. You did say that you didn’t plan on opening it that day. It was supposed to be just one of the multitude of cafes in Pamplona closed because of the storm, small, nondescript, hidden under blanket of the rain.

It was the only place where we could meet. And at that moment, even the few people who had sought refuge from the rain had left.

It wasn’t the Instituto in Ermita, that was clear. I was no longer your student too. I was just a memory, maybe even a nightmare from your past, a mistake.

I took out a pack of cigarette from my bag and stood up to open the window. The rain was still pouring hard outside.

I lit one up and choked on the first drag followed by a torrent of coughing. I don’t really smoke that much, not anymore anyway.

“Fumar te da cancer.” You said in that tone that you have always used at the Instituto before; authoritative but gentle.

“Kailan pa ako mamamatay kung hindi ko ihahanap-hanap?” I answered with a smile. That too was a lie. I was already dead and smoking doesn’t have anything to do with it.

You see, I have this stupid notion that a person should only have one bad habit at a time. I already have you. No. I had you. That’s the difference.

You just shook your head. You’ve heard me say that line countless times before; outside the Instituto, at the streets of Ermita during our late night walks, in your hotel room, the one overlooking the crowded streets of Manila which you said would always remind you of me.

“Estamos compremetidos. Ya hemos fijado una fecha para la boda.” You said out of the blue. I choked on the cigarette again.

I have heard about the engagement. Why else would I have flown to Pamplona if I didn’t? I didn’t want to believe it.

“Siempre fiel.” That’s what you have asked of me before. And I thought that was your promise too. Always faithful, that’s what you wanted. I didn’t know it was something you could not give.

“Why did you come, Michael?” You asked when I didn’t say a word.

English didn’t suit you, I thought. It was too clinical, too detached, too bland in contrast to the seductive and passionate aura that you exude when you talk in your native tongue or in mine.

But it was appropriate. It fits the whole situation just as much as the pouring rain outside. Cold and merciless.

“I wanted to say goodbye properly. You at least owe me that.” I said, the pain coming from the memory of you leaving without a single word echoing in my voice.

That was a year ago, when you just disappeared, when you asked the Instituto to not give me information about where you are, just to send me a letter a year after, with only the word “Gracias” written. Why you even bothered to write down your telephone number at the envelope was completely lost to me.

So, I called, and as it worked out, found my way to that cafe to meet you. For what and why, I still do not know.

“If you came for an apology, you are not getting one.” You said coldly. All I could do was look at you, then at the rain, then at your blurry reflection on the window.

I shook my head, took one last drag from the cigarette, before walking towards the door.

I wanted to bolt out of that cafe, away from you, away from your memories, away from the three years you have given me.

“No. I just wanted a clearer picture of what conquered me so that I could find ways to break the chains that bounds me to you. I just wasn’t expecting such a vivid picture.” I said before walking out into the cold rain.

Poetic, that’s how I want to see it, how you have conquered my whole being, an echo of what your ancestors did to mine.

I took one look at the signage of your cafe before walking away. And there it was, your chain, your prison.

Recuerdos de Ermita. I didn’t need a dictionary to translate that.

It was after a month more when I took the cab from the hotel to the airport. In those days, I went everywhere that my feet could reach, everywhere except that corner in Pamplona where the cafe stood. I wanted to have a different memory of Spain, one that was inviting, welcoming, a version so much like you when we first met.

In a way, I succeeded, the reason why I was thrown back into oblivion when I saw you standing at the airport, in Manila, smiling.

You pulled out a piece of paper from your pocket as I walk towards you.

“¿Qué tal?” I asked, my voice just above a whisper. It was like a repeat of that day, only without the rain.

“Panandaliang nahawi ang ulap ng pangungulimlim upang masilayan ko ang langit sa ilalim ng iyong mga paa. Iyan, iyan ang kaganapan.” You answered, reading from the piece of paper.

I couldn’t say a word.

I was conquered yet again.


Unang Tagpo


(Magbubukas ang entablado sa kusina ng isang barong-barong sa isang baryo. May kawayang sala set sa kaliwang bahagi ng entablado na may kasamang maliit na altar.  Kahoy na lamesang halatang luma naman at bangkong upuan sa kanan. Isang divider ang naghihiwalay sa dalawa. Nakaupo si SOLEDAD (50’s) sa sala, nakaharap sa altar at nagdarasal habang nasa kusina naman si EMILIA (32), naghahanda ng agahan.)



Padre nuestro que estás en los cielos, santificado sea tu nombre,venga tu reyno, hagase tu voluntad, asì en la tierra como en el cielo.

(Mapapatingin sa direksiyon ni Soledad si Emilia at mapapailing.)



Danos hoy nuestro pan cotidiano, Y perdónanos nuestras deudas,

asì como nosotros perdonamos á nuestros deudores. Y no nos metas en tentación, mas líbranos de mal. Amén.



Mabuti at hindi biglang lumiliyab iyang rosary ninyo kapag nagdarasal kayo. At talagang Espanyol pa rin ang gamit niyo hanggang ngayon. Mas madali ka bang mapapatawad ng Diyos kung sa lengguwahe pa ng mga unang prayle ka nagdarasal? Abay, baka gusto niyong sabihan si Father Vincent sa bayan.



Huwag mong ginagawang katatawanan ang paniniwala ko, Emilia.



Hindi ko ginagawang katatawanan ang paniniwala niyo, inay. Kung meron mang nakakaalam na hindi nakakatawa ang paniniwala niyo, malamang ay ako na iyon.




(Maglalakad papunta sa kusina)

Dumaan dito si Manuel kahapon.




Gusto na yata talagang mamatay ng hayop na ‘yun.






Huwag niyo nang simulan, inay. Huli na ang lahat.



Hindi ko rin ginusto—



Pero wala din kayong ginawa. Kaya hayaan na ninyo. Sanay na ako. Ngayon pa ba ako magrereklamo samantalang labing-anim na taon na ang anak ko?



Emilia, ang sa akin lang—



Kung iniisip ninyong hahayaan kong mangyari kay Esperanza ang nangyari sa akin, nagkakamali kayo. Hindi ako katulad niyo. Hindi ko rin kailangan ang isang katulad ni Manuel para gawin iyon para sa akin.



Pero anak—



Tama na, inay. Mamaya ay marinig na naman kayo at madadamay na naman kami ni Esperanza sa galit. Mabuti sana kung ikaw ang pinaluluhod niya sa harapan niya kapag nagagalit siya.









Iyon ang totoo. Pero huwag kayong mag-alala dahil sanay na ako. Iniisip ko na lang na katulad ninyo ay nasa simbahan ako at naghihintay ng basbas.


(Sasampalin ni Soledad si Emilia.)



Huwag mong idamay ang Diyos sa kababuyan mo.



Ako pa talaga ang sinabihan niyo ng ganyan.






Ipagtimpla niyo na lang ng kape ang asawa niyo, inay. Iyon ay kung asawa pa rin ang turing niya sa inyo.


(Papasok si ESPERANZA (16) na may bitbit na mga damit at gamit na panligo. Kitang-kita na palinga-linga siya sa paligid.)



Bilisan mo na ang maligo. Huwag kang lalabas ng banyo na hindi pa nakakabihis.



Opo, inay.


(Mabilis na lalabas sa kabilang direksiyon si Esperanza. Susundan lamang siya ng tingin noong dalawa.)



Kausapin mo si Manuel, anak…



Wala kaming dapat pag-usapan. Madadamay pa ako kapag namatay siya.



Hindi mangyayari iyon anak.



Ilang beses ko nang narinig iyan mula sa inyo, inay. Kapag nagkataon, baka isama lang niya sa kahoy na gagawing uling si Manuel. At sigurado kong hahayaan din lang ninyo ang lahat dahil nangako kayo sa Diyos niyo na hindi niyo siya iiwan kahit na anong mangyari. At ako, masyado na akong maraming kasalanan sa mata ng Diyos niyo. Ayaw ko nang dagdagan.






Sanay na ako, inay.



Si Esperanza lang ang iniisip ko.



Si Esperanza o ang sarili ninyo? Huwag kayong mag-alala, inay. Ginagawan ko na ng paraan para hindi siya matulad sa akin. Hindi ako katulad ninyo na hahayaan na lang ang lahat.


(Papasok si ARNULFO (47), halatang bagong gising. Matatarantang magtitimpla ng kape si Soledad samantalang diretso lang naman sa paghahanda ng agahan si Emilia. Kahit nang paluin bigla ni Arnulfo ang puwetan ni Emilia ay hidi ito umimik. Panandaliang napatitig lang sa dalawa si Soledad bago nanginginig na iniabot ang tasa ng kape. Walang umiimik sa kanilang lahat.)



Naayos mo na ba iyong mga uling na ibababa mamaya?



Nakasalansan na sa harap. Nasabihan ko na rin si Mang Tonyo na hihiramin natin iyong kalabaw nila. Ihahatid daw rito ni Julius bago siya pumasok sa eskwelahan.



Sinong Julius? Iyong kaklase ni Esperanza?






Huwag mong papasukin si Esperanza sa eskwelahan.


(Magkakatinginan sina Soledad at Emilia.)



Kailangan ko nang kasamang magbababa sa palengke. Isa pa, may eksamen sila ngayon.



Wala akong pakialam. Basta hwuag mong papasukin sa eskwelahan si Esperanza!



Magpupunta na naman dito iyong tiga-DSWD—



(Kay Soledad)

Kinakausap ba kita?



Nagsasabi lang ako, Arnulfo. Mamaya ay ipatawag na naman tayo sa bayan.



Ano ba kasing pakialam ng mga punyemas na iyan sa buhay natin? Hindi naman sila ang nagpapakain sa inyo ah!



Ihahatid ko na lang si Esperanza sa eskwelahan kung ayaw niyong magsabay sila ni Julius.



Para ano? Para makakerengkeng ka sa linsiyak na Manuel na iyon?



Alam ninyong ni hindi ko kinakausap si Manuel.



Dapat lang!


(Walang imik na ipaghahain ni Soledad ng pagkain si Arnulfo. Lalabas naman sa nilabasan ni Esperanza si Emilia.)








(Hahaklitin ni Arnulfo ang braso ni Soledad)

Kung ano ang sinabi ko, susundin mo. Maliwanag?


(Marahas na bibitawan ni Arnulfo si Soledad.)



Samahan mo si Emilia sa pagbaba sa bayan. Siguraduhin mong hindi makakalapit sa kanya ang putang-inang Manuel na iyon.











(Papasok si Emilia sa kaliwang bahagi ng entablado bitbit iyong pinagbihisan at gamit panligo ni Esperanza saka pasimpleng itatago sa isang gilid bago magmamadaling babalik sa kusina.)



Saan ka nanggaling?



Tinignan ko lang iyong pinahinog na saba kung pwede nang ibaba.



Bumili ka na rin ng pampatay ng daga. May gumagapang na naman sa kuwarto kagabi.



Kabibili ko lang ng isang kahon noong isang linggo.



Bumili ka ng mas matapang. Punyetang mga peste ‘yan at hindi mamatay-matay!


(Mag-iiwas ng tingin si Soledad pero susundan siya ng tingin ni Emilia.)






Isama mo ang nanay mo para nagkakasilbi.

(Lilingon sa direksiyon ng nilabasan ni Esperanza)

Nasaan na si Esperanza.



Nakaalis na.


(Ibabalibag ni Arnulfo ang hawak ang tasa sa direksiyon ni Emilia bago niya ito lalapitan at saka sasakalin.)



Anong sabi ko sa iyo kanina? Sabi kong huwag mong papasukin, di ba?



(Nag-aalangang hahawakan si Arnulfo)

Diyos ko naman, Arnulfo. Huwag mong saktan ang anak mo.



(Kay Soledad)

Tumahimik ka!

(Kay Emilia)

Ano? Igagaya mo sa iyo ang anak mo? Magpapakaputa din siya sa kung sino-sino katulad mo? Ano?



(Kakawala sa pagkakasakal sa kanya ni Arnulfo at lalayo)

Eskwelahan ang pinuntahan ni Esperanza. Hindi putahan.



Sumasagot ka pang talaga?


(Maririnig ang boses ni JULIUS (17) mula sa labas.)





(Off Stage)

Aling Emmy! Nandito na iyong kalabaw.



(Kay Emilia)

Papasukin mo na muna. Itanong mo kung gustong magkape.


(Pupunta sa bandang sala si Emilia pero palingon-lingon kay Arnulfo. Papasok naman si Julius na ngiting-ngiti, may bitbit pang isang supot ng gulay. Magpapatuloy lang naman sa pagkain sina Soledad at Arnulfo.)



(Iaabot kay Emilia ang supot)

Ipinabibigay po pala ni nanay.



Naku naman, nag-abala pa siya. Kami na nga itong humiram ng kalabaw sa inyo eh. Bakit nga pala an gaga mo?



Eh sinabihan po ako nina nanay na tulungan na kayong magbaba sa palengke kaya inagahan ko na.


(Tatayo si Soledad para ipagtimpla ng kape si Julius.)



Huwag na, nakakahiya naman. Kasama ko naman si Nanay na bababa eh.



Ganoon din naman po. Sabay na lang kami ni Espie na papasok.



Iyon na nga. Nauna na din kasi ang batang iyon na bumaba.



Ganoon po ba?


(Ihahatid ni Soledad ang kape kay Julius. Makikitang lalabas si Arnulfo ng entablado.)



Magkape ka na muna.



Naku naman po, nag-abala pa kayo.



Kami nga ang nakakaabala na sa inyo eh. Kumain ka na ba?



Opo. Huwag niyo na po akong alalahanin. Okay na poi tong kape.



Kamusta naman si Espie sa eskwelahan?



Hindi pa po ba niya sinasabi sa inyo?



Ang alin?



Naihanapan daw po siya ni Sir Manuel ng scholarship sa isang eskwelahan sa Maynila. Nainggit nga iyong iba naming kaklase pero wala naman silang magawa dahil siya naman talaga ang pinakamagaling sa klase namin.

(Mapapalingon sa paligid)

Nasaan po pala si Mang Arnold? Parang wala po yata siya.



Nasa kusina, kumakain.


(Mapapatayo mula sa kinauupuan si Emilia at pupunta sa kusina. Takot na takot na mapapatingin siya kay Soledad pagkakitang wala si Arnulfo doon.)






Diyos ko…


(Patakbong lalabas ng entablado si Emilia. Magdidilim ang buong entablado. Maririnig ang malakas na paghiyaw ni Esperanza mula sa labas ng entablado.)



Pangalawang Tagpo


(Tulalang papasok si Esperanza, nakasunod sa kanya si Manuel (34).Isang jacket ang nakapatong sa suot na uniporme ni Esperanza pero kita pa rin ang gulagulanit na pantaas nito. May pasa din siya sa pisngi.)



Hindi pwedeng hindi natin ito sabihin sa pulis, Espie…


(Hindi sasagot na tuloy-tuloy lang ang luha ni Esperanza. Humahangos na papasok si Soledad. Agad na susugurin ng yakap ni Soledad si Esperanza. Mapapahagulgol na ng tuluyan si Esperanza.)



Diyos ko. Ano bang naging kasalanan namin sa inyo…



Nay, kailangan natin itong i-report sa pulis para mahuli agad ang gumawa nito sa kanya.

(Kay Esperanza)

Nakilala mo ba ang gumawa sa iyo nito?



(Kay Soledad, habang humahagulgol)

Nangako kayo ni nanay. Sabi niyo— Nangako kayo— Pero bakit pati ako? Bakit pati ako!


(Mapapahagulgol na din si Soledad. Humahangos na papasok si Emilia. Matitigil siya sa paggalawa pagkakita kay Esperanza. Mapapatingin lang si Manuel sa kanya.)



Hayop siya. HAYOP SIYA!


(Pupunta sa kusina si Emilia at kukunin ang isang itak doon. Akmang lalabas na siya ulit ng entablado pero pipigilan siya ni Manuel.)




Bitawan mo ako! Papatayin ko ang hayop na ‘yun! Bitawan mo ako!



(Yayakapin si Emilia para hindi makaalis)




(Nagpupumiglas pa rin)

Bitawan mo ako sabi eh!






Huwag mo akong matawag-tawag na anak! Putang-ina ninyo! Hinayaan ko na ngang babuyin ninyo ako. Bakit pati ang anak ko, idadamay ninyo. Papatayin ko kayo! Papatayin ko kayo!



(Hindi pa rin bibitawan si Emilia)

Emmy! Tama na!



(Pilit magpupumiglas)

Talagang tama na!

(Kay Soledad)

Magsasama kayo ng putang-iang hayop na iyon sa impiyerno! Papatayin ko kayo!



At sino pa ang magbabantay kay Espie kapag nakulong ka?


(Walang magsasalita sa kanilang lahat pero patuloy lang sa paghagulgol ang tatlong babae. Nanghihinang mapapaluhod si Emilia. Aalalayan lang naman siya ni Manuel.)



Pati ba naman si Esperanza ay ipagsasangkalang mo, inay? Para lang hindi ka niya iwan? Hindi pa ba sapat sa iyo na binababoy na niya ako gabi-gabi habang hinahayaan mo lang?



Emilia, alam ng Diyos na hindi ko gusto ang lahat ng ito.



Bulag ang Diyos na dinadasalan niyo, inay.



(Magdidilim ang buong entablado.)


(Matatapos ang ikalawang tagpo)



Ikatlong Yugto


(Nakaupo sa sala si Arnulfo, kita ang galit sa mukha. Nagtitimpla naman ng kape si Soledad sa kusina. Mula sa isang bulsa ay ilalabas niya ang isang botelya ng pamatay sa daga at lalagyan ang kape.)



Hoy! Ano ba? Wala ka talagang silbing hayop ka! Para kape lang ang tagal mo pang gumawa!


(Walang imik na pupunta sa sala si Soledad bitbit ang kape at saka ilalagay iyon sa harapan ni Arnulfo. Agad namang hihigop si Arnulfo.)



Mahahanapan ko din ang mga hayop na iyon! Akala ba nila matatakasan nila ako? Akin sila! Akin kayong lahat! Mga walang utang na loob! Pare-pareho kayong mga puta!


(Walang imik na mauupo lamang malapit sa altar si Soledad at saka ilalabas ang rosary mula sa bulsa saka sisimulan ang pagdarasal. Masama ang tinging ipupukol ni Arnulfo kay Soledad pero wala namang sasabihin. Bitbit ang kape ay pupunta siya sa kusina saka doon uubusin ang kape.)



Padre nuestro que estás en los cielos, santificado sea tu nombre


(Mabibitawan ni Arnulfo ang tasa at mapapahawak sa lamesa.)



Venga tu reyno, hagase tu voluntad, asì en la tierra como en el cielo.

(Matutumba si Arnulfo at sahig, kitang-kita ang takot at sakit sa mukha.)



Danos hoy nuestro pan cotidiano


(Bubula ang bibig ni Arnulfo at magsisimulang mangisay habang patuloy lang naman sa pagdarasal si Soledad.)



Y perdónanos nuestras deudas, asì como nosotros perdonamos á nuestros deudores. Y no nos metas en tentación,

(Maglalakad si Soledad papunta sa kusina at titignan ang nangingisay pa ring katawan ni Arbulfo. Mauupo siya sa tabi ni Arnulfo at saka kukunin ang ulo nito saka ipapatong ang ulo nito sa hita niya.)



Mas líbranos de mal. Amen.


(Magdidilim ang buong entablado.)


(Katapusan ng dula.)

The Excuses That I Make

It’s is exactly as the title, I’m going to be making excuses for not updating this blog. So, since you know that it’s going to be excuses, I’m not going to bother you with it. I am in the middle of writing a series of short stories though and would be uploading them soon. So, there. 🙂



The sound of the music is echoing throughout the empty dance hall. It’s been like that for more than an hour now and alone, I tried to match every beat that I hear. Pop, grind, slide, wave, swing, jump, pause, slide; nothing coordinated, just letting my body feel every single rhythm. I haven’t done this for so long that I wonder if I actually look ridiculous.

I can feel the drops of sweat running down my upper body as I move, slowly caressing the skin, like that of a lower taking it ever so slowly. It was both that of torture and of sweet anticipation. I hate that feeling yet I continued to move as if it’s the most important thing to do. I hate that feeling but I didn’t want to lose it too.

“It always looks so raw and beautiful when you’re like this.” I almost missed my footing when I suddenly heard your voice. I stopped in mid-step and tried to regain my balance.

“I never thought I’d ever see you like this again.” You said with a sad smile.

“You shouldn’t have.” I said, walking towards the stereo and turning it off. Suddenly, I feel tired.

“What are you doing here?” I asked you. Instead of answering, you took your shoes and coat off before rummaging on the CD tracks on the desk beside the stereo.

“Dance with me.” You whispered before putting the CD on the stereo. When the first few chords of Broken Strings came out, I just shook my head.

“Please…” There was begging in your voice.

We’ve danced to this song so many times that I can’t even count anymore. This was our warm up song. Every single time, we would play this just to let our body loose. This was our song, the only thing that we really ever had.

Let me hold you
For the last time

I guess we’ve been rehearsing for this day and time. The only thing is, we never really talk about what we should do. We just move and somehow, it clicks, every single time.

You were already moving on your own when I turned to look at you. As always, it was beautiful that it was almost painful to watch. I let out a sigh before stepping towards you. If this would be the last time, then let it be something beautiful. Even pain can be beautiful you know.

“One last time…” I told myself before gently caressing your face with a sad smile. I’ll fall in love with you for one last time.

It still amazes me how synchronized we can be despite not really planning and what would be the next move or next step. You sway and I’ll match it without thinking. You glide and I’ll glide with you. Every pop, every swing, every jump, like that of two bodies with one mind, we dance.

Oh… It tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it’s not enough
To make it all okay

Broken strings. Quite fitting. That’s all we ever were. The broken string of a guitar connected only by music and movement. I should have realized that before. You needed me to find your rhythm. I needed you to make each unsteady step firm. We needed each other but only inside the dance floor, that’s all there is to it. Nothing more.

“I used to watch you and wonder how it would feel like to hold you in my arms like this.” I said. You almost missed a step but continued. I did the same.

“When did you stop watching me?” You asked. I almost laughed. Instead of replying, I lifted you up in the air. After all these years, I can still do that effortlessly. You used to say that when I do that, you always feel like you can do anything as long as you have me. I’ve wanted that for you too.

But the two of us have always been a couple of broken toys at the eye of the storm. And the point is, we both didn’t even realize it until we were being thrown all over the place, away from each other.

When I put you down, you didn’t make a move and just stared at me. I stopped as well.

“When did you stop looking at me?” You asked. I let out a sigh.

“When you stopped noticing…” I said. And as if on cue, I heard footsteps coming towards us.

“I knew you two would be here!” I didn’t even turn to see who it was. The storm has come to take you away for good.

“You two aren’t cheating on me, are you?” I guess that was supposed to be a joke. It wasn’t funny.

“We just have to say goodbye the way we know it.” I said with a smile before walking towards the stereo. Just in time too.

Let me hold you, for the last time
It’s the last chance we’ll feel again…

The last notes, the last few beats, and then it was over. Like everything else between us.

“Hey! We’ll expect you tomorrow!” There it was again, the voice of the storm.

“You’re not going to miss our wedding and come up with a lame excuse are you?” I laughed. I guess saying that I can’t watch you any longer as you walk away from me would be lame.

“Of course…” I said. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

I heard your footsteps walking out of the studio before the deafening silence. It was over.

I took the CD out of the stereo and dropped it on the nearest trash bin. I’ll never dance to that song again.


“If I would write a love story about us, it would be short, bittersweet, and of both of us finding someone else.”

I was a little taken aback when I heard you say those words. It was meant to be a joke when I suggested that you be my partner if you are writing my love story. I didn’t even think that you would actually consider it just to shut the idea down completely afterwards and bluntly at that.

There was no sugarcoating or pretense in your choice of words. That was so like you: blunt and brutally honest. It almost made me wish that I didn’t say anything at all.

This isn’t exactly the first time that you tried writing my love story. You did try to partner me up with a common friend of ours before, teasing me with it actually. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea but there was no stopping you anyway so I let you go ahead with it. I guess it didn’t work out since you stopped talking about it.

“You’re both too reserved for the story to work. You need someone to force you out of your comfort zone.” That’s what you said and I couldn’t agree more.

That’s when it actually struck me that if there was someone who can take me out of my comfort zone, it would be you. Blurting that out didn’t seem like such a great idea though since you shut it down just like that.

“I wouldn’t have the patience to wait for you to change your mind and fight for me.”

Short. Sharp. Direct to the point. And it was also true. I guess that’s the reason why I wasn’t quite surprised when I felt a sharp stab on the chest after hearing that.

In all honesty, I didn’t want to think about it yet a part of me wanted to prove you wrong for some reason. The idea that you wouldn’t even consider a make-believe love affair between the two of us was nagging me for some reason and wasn’t sitting well with my pride.

For days, those words keep popping in and out of my mind. Looking at it logically, I can actually see how you came up with that conclusion.

It takes a while for me to really warm up and open up to people. I don’t easily trust anyone. There are only a handful of people who can come as close to me as you did because of the walls I’ve built around myself.

I’m not even quite sure how you tore down those walls in the first place. It was like I woke up and you were just there, insulting the hell out of me.

Being with you is quite a roller coaster ride if you look at it. One minute, you’re making me feel like the worst person alive, then a minute after you’d be making me feel like I can conquer the world. You can easily talk me out of a depression and sent me right back in if you wanted to.

You see right through me and it’s scary at times since you tell me things about myself that I wouldn’t even dare think about. But I think that’s exactly what had me inching closer and closer to you. You saw both good and bad in me and stayed. You never let me hear the end of it, of course, but you stayed.

Then there are those late night conversations that seem to last until morning. We can talk about anything and everything under the sun. We often disagreed but that’s what made it livelier. Not one of us would ever back down. We’d stick to our guns and stay with it until we change the topic, not yielding until the very end.

I can be who I am with you and it would be okay. It was as simple as that.

And maybe that’s the reason why it bothered me so much, you saying that we wouldn’t work if ever, not even in your made-up stories. It was like you saying that you know me well enough not to fall in love with me and that hurts. I want someone like you to fall in love with me, someone who can see through me and still love me no matter what.

I still had that thought in my mind when we met a few days after.

“So, you really won’t fall in love with me?” I asked. I wasn’t sure what exactly I was hoping to hear when I asked that but I just had a feeling that I should.

You looked like you were giving it a thought before you answered.

“It’s not impossible but I’m not that stupid to fall for someone who can’t love me back,” Was your answer. Somehow, those words made me feel a little better.

“Why are you asking anyway?”

“Just curious,” I said. “So I guess I just have to fall in love with you first then and you’d be able to write our love story.”

“That’s just plain weird and scary coming from you and a little stupid too.” You said with a laugh.

“Why so?”

“Falling for me doesn’t necessarily mean that I’d fall for you too.” That was painful to hear but you had a point.

“Besides, you’d never fall for me. I’m not exactly lovable.” You added.

My mind went haywire of things to say to prove that wrong. You are painfully blunt but that’s just because you care enough for the person that you’d rather he or she takes things as it is. You are tactless and would always talk your mind freely when given the chance but that’s just you making it real. You never give in to what the society expects from you unless it suits your purpose. You make your own rules and even with your stubbornness, people are still drawn to you, because sharp-tongued as you are, you know how to take care of the people that matters to you.

I could have listed a million things that would make you see just how easy it is to love you. And that’s when it struck me.

“I’m in love with you.” I said softly, more like a confirmation for myself than telling you.

I heard you choke on your beer. You were still coughing when I looked you in the eyes.

“Please tell me I didn’t hear you say that…” You said under your breath, a look of fear in your eyes.

That was the most painful thing I have ever seen; seeing you scared of me loving you.

I wanted to take it back knowing that if I did, you would not have that scared and pained look in your eyes. I wanted to say that I was kidding but I know that you would see right through it.

“You don’t get to do this to me. Not you of all people.” You said when I didn’t say anything. And before I knew it, you were out of the bar and into the streets. I immediately followed you but you wouldn’t even look at me.

“Is it really that bad for me to love you?” I shouted at you when I couldn’t take the pain anymore. There I was, finally admitting that I was in love with you and you’re first impulse is to run away.

You turned around with tears in your eyes and that almost broke me.


The most painful part of hearing that was knowing that you believed it with all your heart. You loved me too, I was sure of it, yet that seems to be exactly the reason why you are running away.

“Could you please stop running away and tell me just exactly why it’s such a bad thing?” I asked you and that just made you sob even harder.

You walked back to me and the pain in your eyes was just too unbearable to look at.

“Because you falling in love with me would break you. Because you falling in love with me would go against everything that you believe in and that would kill you. And I know that when push comes to shove, you wouldn’t have the courage to fight for me and I love you way too much that if that happens, it would break me.”

I couldn’t say anything after hearing that. You were right, of course. You know me way too well.

“I have enough demons on my own, Nate. Please don’t make me fight your demons too.” You said with the saddest smile I’ve ever seen.

“I’d change. I’d do—“

You placed your finger on my lips to stop me.

“You wouldn’t. Not for me.”

I was surprised when you gave me a soft kiss on the lips before hugging me ever so tightly. I wished that moment lasted a little longer. I wish I have had the courage to tell you right there and then that I would prove you wrong, that I can make it work. But I just couldn’t lie to you.

“I guess I was right. Our love story would be short and bittersweet.” You said with a smile before finally letting go and walking away.

“We’re both cowards, Nate, you and I. And we’ve been running round in circles far too long to be anything else but that.”

And just like that, you disappeared from my life. My world had never been so quiet.

For days after, I struggled with my own demons and tried to drown every feeling I have for you with all the alcohol I can get my hands on to. I’ve wasted days and nights trying to convince myself that you were right, that we wouldn’t have worked anyway. Weeks turned to months until it finally turned into a year, but still, one thing remained, I still wanted to love and be loved by you.

I tried looking for you, asking our old friends and acquaintances if they knew where you are. I even went as far as asking your parents but they wouldn’t tell me anything.

They said that I’d just break you again and that there was no way in hell that they would let me. The hardest part of hearing that was knowing that they were probably right.

A few more months after that, I saw you at a coffee shop with someone else. You looked so happy and it was obvious that you were going out with the person you were with. You two didn’t even care that the world was watching you. You looked so secured with what you two have that the rest of the world didn’t seem to matter.

Only then did I finally accept to myself that you were exactly where you should be; happy and unafraid, something that you will never be with me.

I walked away, knowing that it was time for me to write my own end of the story, finally admitting that you wouldn’t be writing it with me.





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Unang Tagpo: Dance Routine

LFX: Dim lights/Follow Spot on Bob

SFX: Thumping heartbeat at the beginning with a modern dance track mixed to it.

Magsisimulang mag-sayaw ang mga mananayaw sa . Lahat sila ay naka-uniporme pero nakasuot ng maskara. Sa una ay sasabayan nila ang tunog noong pagpintig ng puso hanggang sa pumasok ang dance music na kanilang sasayawin.

Uupo ang lahat ng mananayaw sa mga armchair na nasa entablado, hindi gumagalaw. Matitigil ang dance track pero patuloy ang tunog ng pintig ng puso.

Papasok si ROBERT “BOB” MARTINEZ, naka-uniporme na katulad ng mga mananayaw, palinga-linga sa loob ng classroom, kita ang takot sa mukha.

Mauupo si BOB sa isang bakanteng upuuan at maglalabas ng isang stationary at magsisimulang magsulat. Sabay-sabay na mapapalingon sa kanya ang mga mananayaw. Sabay-sabay din silang tatayo at dahandahang pupunta sa kanilang pwesto. Palinga-linga pa rin si BOB pero mukhang hindi niya nakikita ang mga ito.

Maririnig ang isang malutong na pagtawa, sunod-sunod mula sa magkakaibang boses, na akala mo ay nang-iinsulto. Manlalaki ang mata ni BOB na mapapatayo at mapapalinga-linga sa paligid. Malalamukos niya ang stationary.

BOB: S-s-sino kak-kak-kayo?

DANCER 1: Love letter talaga?

DANCER 2: Uso pa ba ‘yan?

DANCER 3: Throwback pa more!

DANCER 4: Panaginip na nga lang, low tech pa rin!

DANCER 5: Baka walang internet sa bahay nila.

DANCER 1: Ang sabihin niyo, baka hindi niya alam gamitin. Para kanino ba yan?

DANCER 3: Para kanino ba yan?

DANCER 4: Malamang kay Daisy na naman yan.

DANCER 2: Kay Daisy?

DANCER 5: Ambisyon pa more!

DANCER 1: Sa tingin mo magugustahan ka niya?

DANCER 2: Sa bobo mong iyan?

DANCER 3: Sa itsura mong iyan?

DANCER 4: Sa kalagayan mong iyan?

DANCER 5: Mangarap ka ng gising dahil—

ALL DANCERS: Hindi ka niya magugustuhan!

Muling maririnig ang malakas na tawa.

BOB: (Pasigaw) Alam ko! Hindi niyo na kailangang ipagdiinan! Alam ko! Paano ba niya magugustuhan ang isang tulad ko, di ba? Normal siya! Samantalang ako — (Matitigil panandalian) samantalang ako…

Lalakas ang pintig ng puso. Maririnig ang overlapping na tawa at mga boses na nagsasabing “hindi normal”, “bobo”, “tanga” at iba pang panlalait na paulit-ulit.

Babalik sa upuan si BOB at mapapaupo doon at titignan ang stationary. Pupunitin niya iyon at ibabalik sa bag.

Aalis ang mga mananayaw at maiiwan si BOB doon.

BOB: A—a—lam k—ko…

Mapapayupyop sa upuan si BOB at animo’y natutulog.

VOICE OVER: (Boses ni Bob) Mabuti naman at alam mo.

Matitigil ang tunog ng pagpintig ng puso.



Pangalawang Tagpo


Maingay ang loob ng classroom, nagkakagulo ang mga estudyante at may kanya-kanyang ginagawa habang nakayupyop pa din si BOB sa may upuan na tila ba natutulog.

Mapapatingin sina MARK, KURT, at BEN sa natutulog na si BOB at magbubulungan at matatawa. Kanya-kanya sila ng kuha ng papel at lalamukusin iyon saka simulang ibato iyon kay Bob. Magtatawanan sila sa tuwing sa ulo tumatama ang papel.

Makikita ni ALICE ang ginagawa ng tatlo at mapapailing. Kakalabitin niya si ELLICE at saka ingunguso ang nangyayari. Titignan iyon ni ELLICE pero hindi magsasalita. Iismiran pa niya si BOB.

ALICE: Si Bob na naman ang nakita nila.

ELLICE: He deserves it.

ALICE: Heavy ha! Hindi ka naman galit sa lagay na iyan? Lakas lang maka-mean girls eh.

ELLICE: Nagsasabi lang ako ng totoo. Ano ba kasing akala niya dito sa classroom, extension ng bahay nila? Porke’t special, pa-ispesyal na din! Kung bakit kasi isinama-sama pa siya sa atin eh.

ALICE: Grabe ka naman! Kung makapagsalita ka—

ELLICE: He deserves it.

Maririnig ang pagtili ni DAISY mula sa labas at patuloy iyon hanggang sa makapasok siya. Maaalimpungatang magigising si BOB at mahuhulog sa upuan. Matatawa ang mga nandoon sa mangyayari pero parang walang nakitang didiretso sa tabi ni BOB si DAISY.

DAISY:  Bob! Bob! (Patili) Bob!

LFX: “I’m So Excited” by Pointer Sisters lines: “I’m so excited, and just can’t hide it, I’m about to lose control and I think I like it”

Sasabayan ni DAISY ang tugtog na parang dubsmash.

BOB: (Mag-aayos ng upo) D-Daisy? Ba-bab-bakit? S-si-sino namatay?

MARK: Si-si-sin-si-no na-mam-mam-ma-tay?

Matatawa sina MARK, KURT, at BEN. Sabay na mapapatingin sina DAISY at BOB sa tatlo. Agad na mag-iiwas ng tingin si BOB pero iingusan lang ni DAISY ang tatlo.

DAISY: Huwag mo silang pansinin! Bob! Bob! (Patili) Bob!

BOB: Na-sa-sa-saniban ka b-ba?

Sabay na matatawa sina ALICE at ELLICE.

ELLICE: Like OMG. Tumama din sa wakas si Abnoy.

ALICE:  In fairness! Bumenta sa akin iyon.

DAISY:  Kung siya abnoy, ikaw baboy! Sabat lang ng sabat? Bakit? Kasali ka sa usapan? May invitation ka? Ha? Ha?

ELLICE:  Whatever!

BOB:  A-ano b-b-bang nangyari?

DAISY: (Patili) Hindi ko na siya crush!

BOB: Huh?

DAISY: Hindi ko na siya crush! Tanda mo ba iyong kapatid noong abay sa kasal ng kapitbahay ng kuya ng kamag-anak ng lola ng nagbebenta ng taho sa kanto namin na nakilala natin last time? Hindi ko na siya crush!

BOB: Ka-ka-patid ng a-ano?

DAISY:  Iyong kapatid noong abay sa kasal ng kapitbahay ng kuya ng kamag-anak ng lola ng nagbebenta ng taho sa kanto namin na nakilala natin last time! Hindi ko na siya crush!

BOB: B-bakit?

DAISY: Ay! Mabuti naman at natanong mo ‘yan. Kasi naisip ko lang, na kapag crush ko pa rin siya, lagi ko na lang siyang maiisip, iyong tipong siya na lang ang laman ng utak ko. Eh di kapag ganoon, hindi ako makakapag-aral. Kapag hindi ako nakapag-aral, malamang, hindi ako makaka-graduate. Kapag hindi ako naka-graduate, hindi ako makakahanap ng magandang trabaho. Kapag hindi ako nakahanap ng magandang trabaho, hindi ako pwedeng mag-asawa. Kapag wala akong asawa, eh di hindi ako magkakakaanak. Kapag hindi ako magkakaanak, tatanda akong mag-isa. Kapag tumanda akong mag-isa, walang mag-aalaga sa akin pagtanda. Kapag walang mag-aalalaga sa akin pagtanda, mamatay akong mag-isa. Kapag namatay akong mag-isa, walang magpapalibing sa akin. Kaya hindi ko na siya crush!

ELLICE:  Eh bakit hindi ka na lang namin ilibing ngayon para wala ka nang problema?

MARK: Ako, Daisy! Hindi kita iiwan! Sasamahan kita sa pagtanda!

Magsisigawan sina KURT at BEN. Magpapa-cute naman lalo si MARK.

ELLICE: Ang baba lang ng standards!

ALICE:  Hindi naman masyadong obvious ang pagmamaasim mo sa lagay na ‘yan, friend?

ELLICE: I don’t care. Totoo naman eh. Hindi na nga kagandahan, mukha pang ironing board.

DAISY: Excuse me.

ELLICE: Bakit? Iihi ka?

DAISY: Excuse me? Sinong tinatawag mong ironing board? Ang sexy ko kaya! Model na model ang figure! Pak! Pak! Pak!

ELLICE: Model ng ano? Men’s clothing?

BEN: Sige nga! Sige nga, hawakan mo nga iyong tenga niya!

KURT: Pitikin mo nga sa ilong!

ALICE: Sige! Gatungan pa ninyo!

ELLICE: At bakit ko naman sana papatulan ang otap na ‘yan? Mukhang bakla!

DAISY:  Excuse me?

LFX:  “Babae po ako” ni Tuesday Vargas. Kakantahin ito ni DAISY.

MARK, KURT at BEN: (Kumakanta) Girlaloo… Girlaloo… Girlaloo… Laloo… Laloo

DAISY: (Kumakanta)

Babae po ako

Mali ka diyan sa inaakala mo

Babae po ako

Hindi ako clone

Lalong ‘di likha ng ‘yong ilushown

Babae po ako

Pag nakatagilid, tingin mo lang ako’y otap

Porke ba bumper ko’y small lang ang sukat

Babae po ako… No no no

Babae po ako!

ELLICE: Anong akala mo dito. Glee?

SFX: Dubsmash: Kris Aquino’s “May tama ka” line. Sasabayan ni ALICE.

ELLICE: At kung takot ka talagang tumandang mag-isa, anong ginagawa ni Bob? Di ba? Friends naman kayo. Eh di siya na lang. Isang otap at isang abnoy. Ayaw mo nun, lagi kayong may discount dahil PWD siya.

MARK: Hep! Diyan naman yata ako hindi papayag.

SFX: Dubsmash: Maja Salvador in The Legal Wife: “Akin siya! Akin lang siya!”. Sasabayan ni MARK.

BEN: Naks naman ‘tol! The Legal wife lang? Baka gusto mong sampalin ka ni Bob saka ka niya linyahan ng—

KURT: (Magboboses babae) Walang sayo, Mark! Akin lang siya! Akin lang ang asawa ko!

MARK: (Titignan si Bob) Kung kaya niya.

Mag-iiwas ng tingin si Bob. Lalapitan ni Mark si Daisy at magpapa-cute.

MARK: Hindi mo na crush kung sino man iyon di ba? So tayo na?

Papasok si Ms. Penaflor, may hawak na grade slips.

PENAFLOR: Hindi Mr. Alvarez. Hindi tayo kundi upo.

Kanya-kanyang balik silang lahat sa upuan. Takot na mapapatingin si Bob sa test paper. Nag-aalangan siyang magtataas ng kamay.

PENAFLOR: Yes, Mr. Martinez?

BOB: Ma-ma’am. M-May I g-go o-out?

PENAFLOR: You’re test grades will not change even if I let you go out, Mr. Martinez. So that’s a no. I will be handing out your grade slips. Ilang buwan na lang ay magtatapos na kayo ng high school kaya siguro naman ay naiisip na ninyong seryosohin ang pag-aaral.

Isa-isang bibigyan ng grade slip ni Ms. Penaflor silang lahat. Ihuhuli niya si Bob na mukhang hindi mapakali.

PENAFLOR: I’ve given you enough leeway Mr. Martinez, considering your condition. Pero maliban sa Math, kung hindi pasang-awa ay bagsak ang mga grado mo. You have to work harder kung gusto mong magtapos kasabay ng mga kaklase mo. Do you understand me?

BOB: Y-yes, m-ma’am.

MARK: (Paubo) Bobo!

PENAFLOR: May sinasabi ka Mr. Alvarez?

MARK: Ay, wala po ma’am. Nangati lang po iyong lalamunan ko.


DAISY: Yes, ma’am?

PENAFLOR: See me before you go home. Kailangan nating pag-usapan iyong darating na Quiz Show. Wala ka pa rin bang nahahanap na kapareha?

MARK: I volunteer!

PENAFLOR: Mr. Alvarez, I appreciate your rigor pero kung ako sa iyo, uunahin ko ang pag-aaral ko. Talk to me kapag hindi na puro palakol ang laman ng grade slip mo.

DAISY: Naghahanap pa ako ma’am.

PENAFLOR: Pag-usapan natin iyan mamaya. So everyone else, you may go home. Daisy, sumama ka sa akin.

DAISY: (Kay Ms. Penaflor) Yes, ma’am! (Kay Bob) Baka late na kami matapos. Susunduin ka ba ng Lola mo o hihintayin mo ako?

BOB: S-sunduin.

DAISY: Okay! Daanan na lang kita bukas para sabay na tayong pumasok.

BOB: S-sige.

Aalis sina Daisy at Ms. Penaflor. Nakasunod sa kanila sina Ellice at Alice. Tatayo na din sina Mark, Kurt at Ben. Sasadyain pa ni Mark na banggain ang upuan ni Bob na nakaupo pa rin.

MARK: Tabi! Haharang-harang ka diyan.

Lalampasan ng tatlo si Bob. Aayusin na lamang ni Bob ang mga gamit niya.

BEN: Wala, pare. Daig ka ni Abnoy. Buti pa siya, araw-araw na kasabay si Daisy.

KURT: Oo nga, pare.

MARK: Oo nga eh. Nakakabanas. Ano ba kasi ang nakita niya sa abnoy na ‘yan?

BEN: Baka naawa lang. Alam mo na, special.

MARK: Ano naman sana ang espesyal sa pagiging autistic niya?

KURT: Kaya nga special eh! Kasi special child.

Tatayo na sana si Bob pero mabibitawan niya ang bag. Mapapatingin sa kanya ang tatlo.

MARK: Tara na nga!

Maiiwan si Bob na nakatungo.




Nakatayo lamang si BOB at palinga-linga habang may kausap si Lola Mameng sa cellphone.

LOLA MAMENG: (Sa cellphone) Ganun na lang? Aba, Magda! Hindi porke’t pareho na kayong may pamilya ni Arturo, pababayaan na ninyo si Bob! Baka naman gusto niyo ding bisitahin ang anak ninyo? Magtatapos na at lahat ng high school ang anak ninyo! (Makikinig panandalian) Puro ka na lang dahilan! Bahala na nga kayo sa buhay ninyo…

(Patuloy pa rin ang pakikipag-usap ni Lola Mameng sa cellphone)

Mapapatingin si Bob kina Daisy at Ms. Penaflor.

PENAFLOR: I need you to focus on the competition this time, Daisy. Hanggat maari, mas maganda sana kung dito nakatutok ang atensiyon mo.

DAISY: Opo naman, ma’am. Ako pa!

LFX: Dim Lights/Spotlight on Bob

SFX: “Sabihin Mo Sa Akin” ni Sherin Regis. Kakantahin ni Bob.

BOB: (Kumakanta)

Ang tunay bang pag-ibig ay mayroong mukha?

Ang puso ba’y saan tumitingin?

Ang mga ulap ba ay dapat kong hawiin

Upang maglaho ang dilim na bumabalot sa akin?

Pag-ibig ba ay may kinikilingan?

Namimili ba ng dapat mahalin?

Anong kailangan kong gawin upang

Pag-ibig ay maramdaman kahit lang saglit?

Ano ba ang mayroon sila

Na hindi matatagpuan sa akin?

Ako nga ba ay kakaiba

Sa kanilang paningin?

Ako ba ay may pagkukulang

Na dapat mapunan?

Ano ba ang mayroon sila

Na wala sa akin?



Tatapusin ni Lola Mameng ang tawag at saka lalapitan si Bob. Matatapos na din sa pag-uusap sina Daisy at Ms. Penaflor. Aalis si Ms. Penaflor at lalapitan naman ni Daisy sina Bob.

DAISY: (Kay Bob) Nandito pa pala kayo.

BOB: K-ka-rarating ni L-lola.

Magmamano si Daisy kay Lola Mameng.

LOLA MAMENG: Lalo ka yatang gumaganda, Daisy?

DAISY: Masyado naman kayong honest, Lola Mameng! Hindi naman masyado. Slight lang!

LOLA MAMENG: Tignan mo itong batang ito. Ay naku, kung ikaw ang mapapangasawa nitong si Bob, pwede na akong mamatay ng walang iniisip.

BOB: L-lola!

DAISY: Mamatay agad? Hindi pwedeng maimbalido muna? Morbid din kayong magsalita, Lola Mameng eh. Saka, hello? Mapapangasawa agad? Eh hindi nga ako nililigawan ng apo niyo. Hindi effective sa kanya ang kagandahan ng katawang lupa ko!

LOLA MAMENG: Bakit? Kapag nanligaw ba itong si Bob ko, sasagutin mo ba?

BOB:  L-lola! Na-nakaka-hi-hiya!

DAISY: Sus! Sa akin ka pa nahiya! Teka nga! Bakit ka nagba-blush! Hoy, Roberto Martinez! Umamin ka nga! May pagnanasa ka ba sa katawang lupa ko?

BOB: Huh?

DAISY: Huwag mo akong ma-huh-huh! Isang tanong isang sagot! May gusto ka ba sa akin o wala?

BOB: S-sakalin k-kaya kita!

DAISY: Aray ko naman! Oh ayan, Lola Mameng. Ako na ang binasted. Tse! Choosy ka pa! Tara na nga Lola Mameng at baka maitulak ko pa iyang apo ninyo sa harap ng rumaragasang jeep!

Hihilahin ni Daisy ang tumatawang si Lola Mameng. Napapakamot ng ulo na susundan lang ni Bob ang dalawa.




unang tagpo

LFX: Dim Lights/ Spotlight on Bob, Mr. Martinez and Mrs. Martinez

SFX: Heartbeat in the beginning, then it would be mashed up to a modern electric dance mix

Nakatayong nakatungo lamang sina Bob, Mr. Martinez at Mrs. Martinez.

Magsisimulang nakahiga ang lahat ng mga mananayaw at tatayo sa tugtog ng pagtibok ng puso. Sasayaw sila sa tugtog ng musika bago bumalik at matatapos na nakatayo. Babalik sa tunog ng tibok ng pusoang tugtog at patuloy silang nagti-chest pop.

Sabay-sabay na titingin sa manonood sina Bob, Mr. Martinez at Mrs. Martinez.

BOB: Ma… Pa…

MRS. MARTINEZ: Lasing ka na naman? Kung ganyan din lang ang araw-araw mong gagawin eh di mabuti pang hindi ka na lang umuwi.

MR. MARTINEZ: Pwede ba! Huwag mo akong binubungangaan.

MRS. MARTINEZ: Paanong hindi kita bubungangaan, aber? Anong oras na! Ano bang akala mo sa sarili mo? Binata? Eh di sana hindi mo na lang ako pinakasalan!

MR. MARTINEZ: Talagang hindi na lang sana kita pinakasalan! Sa tingin mo ba, kung hindi kita nabuntis, pakakasalan kita! Eh pinilit lang naman ako ng nanay mo! Tapos, manganganak ka na nga lang, abnormal pa! Kung hindi ka ba naman minamalas.

MRS. MARTINEZ: At kasalanan ko pa ngayon? Bakit? Ginusto ko ba? Ginusto ko ba na ganyan lumabas ang anak mo?

MR. MARTINEZ: At sa tingin mo, ginusto ko din ba? Eh di ipinalaglag mo na lang sana! Hindi sana tayo napeperwisyo ngayon!

Mapapasigaw si Bob, mukhang nagtatantrums. Mapapatingin ang dalawa kay Bob at parehong mailing.

Mamamatay ang spotlight kina Mr. at Mrs. Martinez. Aalis sila kasabay ng mga mananayaw. Patuloy pa rin ang pagwawala ni Bob, sinasaktan ang sarili.

Papasok si Lola Mameng at saka agad na yayakapin si Bob. Magpupumiglas pa rin si Bob at patuloy na sasaktan ang sarili.

LOLA MAMENG: Bob, apo ko… Tahan na… Tahan na…

Titigil sa pagpupumiglas si Bob pero patuloy pa rin ang pag-iyak.

LOLA MAMENG: Tahan na, apo. Gusto mo, maglaro na lang uli tayo katulad noong dati? Katulad noong pinapanood mo sa TV? Ha? Gusto mo ba iyon?

Tatango si Bob.

LOLA MAMENG: Sige, basta tumahan ka na ha.

Tatango ulit si Bob.

LOLA MAMENG: He is 11th pharaoh of the 18th dynasty of Ancient Egypt whose tomb was discovered by British archaeologist Howard Carter in 1922. He was 17 when he died. Alam mo ang sagot diyan, di ba?

BOB: T-tutankhamun…

LOLA MAMENG:  Tama! O sige… Sino naman ang naging asawa niya?





Naka-upo sina Kurt at Ben na magkaharap sa classroom. May ginagawa si Kurt samantalang nakatitig lang sa kanya si Ben.

KURT: Hubaran mo na lang kaya ako!

BEN: Ang lakas din ng bilib mo sa sarili mo ano?

KURT: Eh titig ka ng titig eh. Sus!

BEN: Oy! Wala kang pruweba!

KURT: Denial is not just a sea in Egypt, is a freaking ocean. Aba, ingat, pare, baka malunod ka.

BEN: Sus! Saan mo naman napulot ‘yan? Yabang mo lang eh.

KURT: Yabang ka diyan. Ayaw pa kasing umamin.

BEN: Oy! Umayos ka! Wala akong aaminin!

SFX: “This Guys in Love With You Pare” ng Parokya ni Edgar. Kakantahin ni Kurt.

KURT: (Kumakanta)

One look and then yun iba na

Malagkit dumikit ang tingin ng mata

One smile, iba na ang ibig sabihin

Di na friends, ang tingin nya sa akin

Everyday parating we’re together

Every week, palaging may sleepover

Ang tawag nya sa mommy ko ay tita

Bakit ba, di ko non nakita

Until out of the blue,

A feeling so true

Bigla nalang sinabi sa akin that

This guy’s in love with you pare,

This guy’s in love with you pare

This guy’s in love with you pare

Bading na bading sayo…

BEN: Sipain kita diyan, gusto mo?

Biglang hihilahin ni Kurt si Ben at tipong sasakapin.

KURT: Wala ka talagang aaminin?

BEN: Umayos ka, Kurt! Saka bitawan mo nga ako.

Mas lalong hihigpitan ni Kurt ang pagkakayakap kay Ben. Papasok si Alice at Bob na magkasunod makikita ang dalawa. Hindi sila mapapansin nina Kurt. Parehong mapapatingin lang sa dalawa ang mga bagong dating. May hawak na malaking libro si Bob.

KURT:  Iyong totoo? Wala ka talagang aaminin?

BEN: Bakit kapag umamin ba ako may mangyayari?

KURT: Malay mo.

Aalis si Alice at maiiwang nanonood lang sa dalawa si Bob. Akmang maghahalikan ang dalawa pero mabibitawan ni Bob ang libro at babagsak iyon sa sahig. Parang nakakita ng multo ang dalawa na maghihiwalay.

Lalapitan ni Ben si Bob at kukwelyuhan.

BOB: B-Ben…

BEN: Patay ka sa akin kapag may pinagsabihan ka ng nakita mo.

Bibitawan ni Ben ang kwelyo ni Bob at saka aalis. Susundan naman ni Kurt si Bob.

Mauupo si Bob sa kanyang arm chair, hindi nagsasalita. Papasok si Daisy na may dalang mga print out at tatabihan si Bob.

DAISY: Bakit para kang nakakita ng multo?

BOB: (Mag-iiwas ng tingin) W-wala.

DAISY: Hoy, Bob! Huwag ko lang malaman-laman na may itinatago ka sa akin, masasampal talaga kita ng round trip.

BOB:  W-wala nga. Ang k-kulit!

DAISY: Aba! Naninigurado lang! Anyway, tulungan mo na lang akong mag-review para sa Quiz Show. Nakakaloka! Ang dami kong kailangang i-memorize.

Sisimulang basahin ni Daisy ang mga tanong na nasa papel.

DAISY: What is total land area of the earth’s surface?

BOB: 148,647,000 sq. km.

Mapapatingin si Daisy kay Bob saka babalik ang tingin sa binabasa. Kukunin niya ang answer sheet at titignan doon ang sagot. Manlalaki ang mata niya at muling mapapatingin kay Bob.

DAISY: Paanong?

BOB: M-mahilig si L-lola s-sa ganyan.

DAISY:  Talaga? Teka nga lang. Give at least three countries where Communism is still active.

BOB: (Mapapaisip sandali si Bob) China, North Korea, Cuba, Vietnam and Laos.

Papasok si Ms. Penaflor pero hindi siya mapapansin nina Bob. Panonoorin lamang ni Ms. Penaflor ang dalawa.

DAISY: Sabi ko three, kuya. Mayabang lang? Kailangan, kumpleto? Okay, next! What is the hottest sea in the world?

BOB: P-Persian Gulf.

DAISY:  Kaloka! Ano ka, walking encyclopedia.

PENAFLOR: The area of a right triangle is 50. One of its angles is 45o. What are lengths of the sides and hypotenuse of the triangle?

Parehong mapapatingin sina Bob at Daisy kay Ms. Penaflor.

PENAFLOR: Bob, gusto mo bang ulitin ko iyong tanong?

BOB: (Mag-iisip sandali) X e-equals 10. Ha-hypo-potenuse is 10 squareroot of 2.

DAISY: Hoy! Huwag mong hulaan! I-solve mo muna kaya!

PENAFLOR: No need. Tama ang sagot niya. He is after all the highest in Mathematics. Mas mataas pa ang grade niya sa iyo. Isa iyan sa mga naging tanong noong nakaraang exams ninyo.

DAISY: (Kay Bob) Eh di ikaw na!

BOB: N-nag-aaral kasi a-ako.

DAISY: Hmp! Sabi ko na nga ba at may itinatago ka sa akin eh.

PENAFLOR: Daisy, pwede mo ba kaming iwanan muna ni Bob?

DAISY: Ay ma’am! Huwag kang ganyan! Bawal yan! Saka isa pa, una siyang naging akin!


DAISY: Sabi ko nga po, joke lang. (Kay Bob) Punta na lang muna ako ng canteen. May ipapabili ka?

BOB: J-juice n-na l-lang.

Aalis si Daisy pero hindi din naman lalayo.

PENAFLOR: Bob, bakit hindi mo sinasabi sa amin na magaling ka pala sa mga tribia?

BOB: N-nahi-hihiya po a-ako ma’am.

  1. PENAFLOR: Hindi mo iyon dapat ikahiya. Sino ang nagturo sa iyo?

BOB: L-lola k-ko po.

PENAFLOR: As expected from a retired principal. Gusto mo bang sumali sa quiz show?

BOB: P-po?

PENAFLOR: Ako na nang bahalang makipag-usap sa lola mo, kung gusto mo. Wala pa rin kasi kaming nahahanap na makaksama ni Daisy. Gusto mo ba?

BOB: P-po?

DAISY:  Yes na ‘yan ma’am! Akong bahala! Kapag hindi pumayag, ipapasagasa ko sa jeep!

Parehong mapapatingin sina Bob at Ms. Penaflor kay Daisy at matatawa.

PENAFLOR: I expect you to work on this together then. Sige, maiwan ko na kayo at tatawagan ko pa ang lola ni Bob.

Aalis si Ms. Penaflor. Babalik sa upuan si Daisy at excited na excited na hahawakan ang kamay ni Bob.

DAISY: Sabi ko na nga ba eh! Meant to be! Wala ka nang kawala! Ako na talaga ang nakatadhana para sa iyo! Oh my God! Ang tatalino ng mga magiging anak natin!

BOB:  P-puro ka naman ka-kal-kalokohan.

DAISY:  Alam mo, nakakasakit ka na! Bakit? Sino? Sino ba ang gusto mo at ipapa-kidnap ko! Choosy ka pa! Wala ka nang kawala sa akin! Akin ka lang! Akin ka lang!

Tatawa na parang demonyo si Daisy.

DAISY: Kaloka! Demonyita lang ang peg. Kaya ako napagkakamalang walang utak eh.

BOB:  Ba-baliw ka kasi!

Papasok si Mark.

DAISY: Of course! I’m Crazy! Crazy for you! Oh, ha! Banat pa more! Ayaw mo nun, from best friends to forever! Tinalo natin ang La Presa!

MARK:  Kadiri.

DAISY: Problema mo?

MARK: Magkakagusto ka na nga lang, sa abnormal pa. Ewan ko sayo.

DAISY: Teka nga muna! Eh ano bang pakialam mo?

MARK:  Sinabi ko bang meron?

BOB:  T-tama na, D-Daisy!

MARK: T-tama na, D-Daisy! Magsalita na nga lang, hindi mo pa magawang diretsuhin. Abnoy!

DAISY:  Ang sama din ng ugali mo eh.

MARK: Sinasabi ko lang kung ano ang totoo. Saka ikaw din naman ah. Kaya ka lang naman dikit ng dikit sa kanya, kasi naawa ka. Hindi ba iyon naman ang totoo?

Biglang aalis si Bob.

DAISY:  Bob!

Akmang aalis din si Daisy pero pipigilan siya ni Mark.

DAISY:  Bitawan mo nga ako!

MARK:  Bakit ba siya na lang palagi ang nakikita mo? Ano bang meron ang abnormal na iyon at siya na lang palagi?

DAISY: Simple lang. Mas ugaling normal pa siya kesa sa iyo.

Matatahimik si Mark.

DAISY: May autism si Bob, Mark. Pero ni minsan, hindi naging magaspang ang ugali niya sa kahit na sino sa atin. Hindi din siya nagkukumento sa tuwing pinagtatawanan niyo siya. Hindi ko din alam kung paano niyang nagagawa na hindi mag-meltdown sa tuwing pinagtatawanan niyo siya pero nagagawa niya. Saka ano bang ipinagmamalaki mo sa pagiging normal mo? Pareho lang naman kayo ng bilang ng daliri sa kamay at paa ah. Parehong lang kayong tao. May autism lang si Bob, Mark, pero hindi iyon kabawasan sa pagkatao niya. Kumpara sa iyo, malayong mas lamang pa siya.

Aayusin ni Daisy ang gamit niya at maging ang gamit ni Bob at saka aalis. Maiiwang nakasunod lang ng tingin si Mark.



LFX: Follow spotlight on Bob and Daisy

Papasok si Bob at nakasunod sa kanya si Daisy na dala-dala ang mga gamit nila.

DAISY:  Utang na loob, Bob! Kapag hindi ka pa tumigil, sasapukin na talaga kita.

Matitigil si Bob at mapapatingin kay Daisy. Lalapitan niya ito at saka kukunin ang sariling gamit.

DAISY: Huwag mo na lang kasing pansinin iyong sinabi ni Mark. Alam mo na ngang sira ulo iyon eh.

BOB: W-wala namang m-mali sa si-sinabi n-niya, eh.

DAISY: Pwede ba? Huwag kang nagpapaniwala doon.

BOB: Daisy, t-tama n-naman—

DAISY: Sasampalin na talaga kita!

BOB: I-iyon ang to-tot-totoo! H-hindi a-ako no-nor-normal. At h-hindi k-ko kailangan ng a-awa mo!

Matatahimik silang dalawa.

 DAISY: Ang babaw naman ng pagkakakilala mo sa akin.

Aalis si Daisy at maiiwan lang na nakasunod ng tingin si Bob.





Naka-upo lang sa isang upuan si Ellice, nakatingin sa malayo. Nag-uusap naman sa isang tabi sina Mark, Ben, at Kurt.

Papasok si Alice na mukhang excited na excited.

ALICE: Alam niyo na ba ang balita?

ELLICE: Bakit? Kapag nalaman ko ba ang tsismis mo, masasagot na lahat ng problema sa mundo? Matatapos ba ang taggutom sa Africa? Matatapos na ba ang Giyera sa Syria? Magkakalunas na ba ang cancer? Matitigil na ba ang pagiging tsismosa mo? May mapapala ba ako diyan?

SFX: Dubsmash of carlo Aquino’s “Akala mo lang wala, pero meron, meron, meron!” line. Sasabayan ni ALICE.

BEN: Bakit? Anong nangyari.

ALICE: Nanalo daw sila Bob at Daisy sa Quiz show at masasama sila sa regional competition!

KURT:  Talaga lang ha? Kita mo nga naman. May utak din pala ang abnoy na iyon. (Kay Mark) Wala na pare, wala ka na talagang pag-asa.

MARK:  Wala akong pake!

BEN:  Nakatiyamba lang yun!

ELLICE: Wow! Hiyang-hiya naman sa iyo si Bob. Ang tali-talino mo eh.

BEN:  Problema mo?

ALICE: Oo nga. Bakit ba kanina pa mainit ang ulo mo?

KURT:  Baka nireregla.

ELLICE:  Eh ano ngayon kung nireregla ako? Bakit? Bawal? If I know, gusto mo ring reglahin.

Magkakatinginan sina Ben at Kurt.

BEN:  Pinagsasabi mo?

ALICE:  Ellice—

ELLICE: Gusto mo talagang sagutin ko ‘yan?

MARK: Bakit? Anong meron?

ALICE:  Ano ba, Mark! Huwag ka nang sumawsaw!

MARK:  Para nagtatanong lang eh. (Kay Ben) Bakit pare, may kailangan ba akong malaman? Nagkatuluyan na ba kayo ni Pareng Kurt?

BEN: Mandiri ka nga!

ELLICE:  Plastik! Tag-ulan ngayon, mag-ingat ka. Delikado sa mga plastic at sirena. Baka lumabas ang kaliskis o lumutang sa baha, or both!

ALICE:  Ellice! Ano ba?!

ELLICE: Bakit? Totoo naman di ba?

Mapapatitig si Mark kay Ben at saka unti-unting tatanggalin ang pagkaka-akbay dito.

Papasok sina Bob at Daisy. Agad na susugurin ni Ben si Bob at saka uundayan ng suntok. Itutuloy-tuloy niya iyon hanggang sa bumagsak silang pareho ni Bob sa sahig.

Matutulala panandalian sina Mark at Kurt pero agad ding pipigilan ng dalawa si Ben nang matauhan. Hihilahin nila papalayo si Ben.

Adlib: Adlib on the lines

Tulalang nakatingin lang sina Alice at Ellice. Agad na dadaluhan ni Daisy si

DAISY: (Kay Bob) Bob! Okay ka lang? (Kay Ben) Ano bang problema mo?

BEN: (Duduruin si Bob) Hayop kang abnoy ka! Binalaan na kita! Taratado ka! Ang kapal lang ng mukha mong ipagkalat na bakla ako!

Akmang susugurin ulit ni Ben si Bob pero pipigilan pa rin ito nina Mark at Kurt.

Biglang magme-melt down si Bob at magwawala, sasaktan ang sarili. Matutulala silang lahat panandalian. Lalapitan dapat ni Daisy si Bob pero masasampal siya nito ng hindi sinasadya.

ELLICE: Hawakan niyo iyong kamay niya! (Haharapin sina Mark) Mark!

Bibitawan nina Kurt at Mark si Ben at saka pagtutulungang hawakan ang mga kamay ni Bob. Pipigilan nito itong gumalaw.

Lalapitan din ni Ellice si Bob at hahawakan sa magkabilang pisngi. Nagpupumiglas pa rin si Bob.

ELLICE: Bob! Bob! Makinig ka sa akin! Bob! Uulitin mo ang sasabihin, okay? Bob! Pakinggan mo ako. No more crying. Bob! No more crying. Bob, ulitin mo ang sinasabi ko, no more crying.

Uulit-ulitin ni Ellice ang linya hanggang sa tumigil sa pagpupumiglas si Bob.

BOB:  N-no more c-crying…

Bibitawan nina Kurt at Mark ang pagkakahawak kay Bob. Sesenyasan naman ni Ellice si Daisy. Mauupo si Daisy sa may ulunan ni Bob at ipapatong sa kanyang hita ang uo nito.

DAISY: (Kay Ellice) Paano—

ELLICE: May autism din ang kapatid naming bunso. Mas malala ba iyong mag-melt down kaysa kay Bob. Sabi nga nila, practice makes perfect.

Lalapitan ni Ellice si Ben at saka sasampalin.

ELLICE: You should have known better.

ALICE: (Kay Ben) Hindi si Bob ang nagsabi kay, Ellice. Ako. Kasama ako ni Bob noong makita namin kayo.

Mapapahiyang aalis si Ben. Agad siyang susundan nina Mark at Kurt.

ELLICE: (Kay Daisy) Hayaan mo lang muna siyang magpahinga. (Kay Alice) Pumunta ka ng clinic at sabihin mo sa kanila kung ano ang nangyari.

Aalis si Alice. Pagmamasdan lang ni Ellice sina Bob at Daisy.

DAISY:  Salamat…

ELLICE:  It’s never going to stop.  Maswerte na kung magkakaroon siya ng normal na buhay at trabaho. Kung tutuusin, mas maswerte siya kaysa sa iba dahil kahit papaano, nako-cotrol niya. Pero siguro naman alam mo na hinding-hindi iyon mawawala, di ba? Pare na iyan ng pagkatao niya, Daisy…

DAISY:  Alam ko…

ELLICE: Kakayanin mo ba?




Nakatayo ang lahat ng mga nagtanghal sa entablado maliban kina Daisy at Bob.

LOLA MAMENG: Sampung mga daliri, kamay at paa

  1. PENAFLOR: Dalawang tenga, dalawang mata

ALICE: Ilong na maganda

ELLICE: Malilinis na ngipin

MARK: Masarap ang kumain

KURT:  Dilang maliit

BEN: Nagsasabing

LAHAT:  Huwag kang magsinungaling

LFX: Follow spot on Daisy and Bob.

Papasok sina Daisy at Bob at magsasalubong sa gitna bago haharap sa manonood.

DAISY:  Kung titignan mong maigi

BOB:  Wala naman talaga tayong ipinag-iba, hindi ba?





Nakayupyop sa upuan si Bob, pero nakapormal na damit. Papasok si Daisy, naka-pormal din, at maiiling. Lalapitan niya si Bob at gigisingin.

Babangon mula sa pagkaka-upo si Bob at ngingiti.

DAISY: Hindi ka pa ba nagsasawa sa classroom na ‘to?

BOB: M-medyo l-lang. Dumating na ba sila?

Maririnig ang boses ni Mark.

MARK: (Mula sa labas) Mga taksil!

Papasok sina Mark, kasunod niya sina Alice, Ellice, Kurt at Ben. Lahat sila ay naka-pormal.

ELLICE:  Diyos ko naman Daisy, hanggang ngayon ba naman eh nililigawan mo pa rin si Bob? Aba ate, sampung taon na!

ALICE:  Kaya nga! Naunahan pa kayo ng dalawang pamintang ‘to eh.

KURT:  Inggit ka lang!

BEN:  Kaya nga!

MARK: (Kay Ben) Isa pa kayong pares ng mga taksil! Paano niyo nagawa sa akin ‘to?

ELLICE:  Hoy, Bob! Baka naman gusto mo nang sagutin si Daisy.

DAISY:  Huwag ganyan! Huwag i-pressure baka takbuhan ako. Saka, huwag niyo ngang binubulyawan ang future husband ko sa mismong classroom niya.

ALICE:  Eh di ikaw na ang protective future wife.

DAISY: Talaga!

Papasok si Ms. Penaflor.

PENAFLOR: Bakit kaya hindi na ako nagtataka na nandito kayong lahat.

DAISY:  Iss! Istorbo nga iyang mga ‘yan ma’am eh. Moment ko na eh! Moment ko na!

BOB: Hoy! M-maya kung a-anong isipin n-nila!

DAISY:  Do I look like I care? Mukha ba akong care bear?

Magtatawanan silang lahat.

PENAFLOR: Teacher Bob, kanina ka pa hinahanap ng mga estudyante mo. Kailangan yata nila ng tulong sa sound system.

BOB:  Y-yes ma’am!

MARK: Iyan lang ba ang inilamang sa akin ng lalaking ‘yan, Daisy? Iyan lang?

DAISY: Madami pa, gusto mo bigyan kita ng listahan?

BEN:  Humirit ka pa kasi!

Magtatawanan uli silang lahat.

SFX: “Growing Up” by Gary Valenciano

Papasok ang mag dancer at sasayawin ang kanta habang patuloy lang na nag-aasaran ang mga nagtanghal.


******END OF PLAY*******

Author’s Note:

The concept for the play isn’t mine. I just wrote the script based on the specifications given by Mr. Alcarez.


I think I’ve just entered adult-puberty. That time in one’s life where you’re old enough to have kids but acts and thinks like a kid anyway.

Like one of my friends always say, “There is seriously something wrong with you.”

I better check with a pediatrician one of these days. I hope they would honor my senior citizen’s card though.


Hi guys! First, thank you for even bothering to read the scripts. It means a lot to me that you would think it interesting enough. As a writer, that’s the best compliment that one could ever get.

Please do inform me though if you would be using the scripts that I have written. Don’t worry, I will NOT be asking for any monetary gifts or payments (although if you want to make payments, I won’t be saying no to that either). I really just want to know how far my writings have gone. So please let me know. A simple, “Hey, will be using this!” is okay.

I guess that’s all. Again, thank you for taking the time to read the posts on my blog. 🙂


When I first heard that Vice President Jejomar Binay was going to the University of the Philippines – Los Baños (UPLB) for a forum, my first thought was, “Political Suicide.” Only after I have watched the video of the forum did I realize just how he had played us all.

He seemingly came unprepared, which essentially isn’t like him at all. But to openly admit that he does not know something in a crowd that he knew was just waiting for any reason at all to grill him just shows how prepared he really was.

VP Binay didn’t have any delusions that the Iskos and Iskas of UPLB would let the opportunity to make him look like a fool pass them by. He knew they would put him on the hot seat and he was prepared for that.

They were “non-believers”, people who he had no chance of converting, so he did the best thing that he could do, let them make a fool out of him to anger his supporters, to make himself look like the victim, to make the participants of the forum be the villain, to make the students look like ungrateful wrenches who doesn’t “respect” his authority and position as the second highest leader of the country.

The net is now abuzz with comments about his stupidity forgetting that first and foremost, he is a politician, a cunning one for that matter, and he knew exactly how to play his cards well.

Normally, VP Binay would be yapping about how cruel he had been treated, how he was bullied by the whole UPLB community and by the netizens who were waiting for him to make a blunder, which he did, a lot.

Normally, he would be running his mouth while answering questions, directing his attacks to the people questioning his credibility.

Notice that he didn’t. Instead, he answered calmly, trying to humble himself by admitting that he didn’t know about something. If that was stupidity or genius, we might never know. But one thing is for sure; he played us all.

He didn’t go to UPLB to convince them. He went there to be bullied, to be laughed at, to show the country just how harsh his detractors are.

This was not an act of bravery. It was an appeal to pity.

The educated community of UPLB is one of his harshest detractors and he had successfully made them look like ingrates who do not even know how to respect their elders.

He had given the UPLB community a chance to make him the laughingstock and the community took the opportunity without thinking twice.

If it was only the UPLB population who would be voting in the coming 2016 elections, then it was definitely political suicide. He will never win.

But that’s just it. The whole country is not UPLB and a person who isn’t fully aware of his wrongdoings would only see a government official being “bullied” by the students.

“…huwag kayong mag-alala. Sinasabi nga nila na 10 questions pero ngayon naririnig ko na ten minutes, habang gusto niyong magtanong okay lang…” Was what he said after totally humiliating himself for not knowing a certain bill. Stupid, right? But is it really?

The crowd cheered in response, probably just as loud as his political advisers and allies who had seen it coming.

I don’t expect any reaction from the Binays about this forum. If they are as smart as I think they are, they would keep quiet. They already know how the people would react if they say something bad about the forum and the students.

I have no respect for Vice President Jejomar Binay as a politician but even I will admit that this was nicely played.

So the question is; who’s really laughing now?

As a former UPLB student, I’m still trying to get over the insult.