Juan Thing Remains

I met my old friend on my bed one peaceful night. He visited me, with his spiky long fingers creeping through my brain. His bean-shaped body seemed larger. I asked him how did he get through my strong mind again. “My tentacles are stronger than before.” He said. I can feel the blood in my veins flow spasmodically. The thumping in my chest is imploring to be felt. “You brought my favorite food,” He murmurs.  “Fear.” I ignore him. I failed.  He tried to recall those incidents. He succeeded. The agony was there, tearing my mind apart. I can’t sleep. I can’t breathe. This moment, I bet he’ll win. His tentacles were truly stronger than ever. Last time, he said that he’s my friend. Last time I’m glad he left. This night, he tries to reunite. He’s truly the worst friend ever. “Mr. Anxiety, how can I help you?” I asked unexpectedly. “You’re a masochist, I like that.” He said, laughing. “I’m vulnerably no match with you.” I presumed. “T

The last convo said you’ll meet up at Cubao. Exactly 9 in the morning. The next day, the alarm woke you up. You arrived an hour early. Unexpectedly. You decided to take a stroll at random nearby malls to waste time but it gave you drenched-in-sweat clothes. Cubao obviously is a place for people searching for a tiring day. Stomach gave you a desperate growl. You continue to walk. Then there’s McDo and your 27 pesos in purse. You chose dine-in. Caramel sundae’s legit. Luscious caramel in your soft vanilla ice cream. A great time to spend time. You selected a four seater table. It was 8:27 am but the caramel sundae was near empty. About five small scoops. You question yourself why your phone didn’t receive the load you just bought from that pre-paid store. Regrets filled your mind. 13 pesos wasted. The only thing you chose to do was to plug in your earphones. 10 songs later, the phone screen lit up. The battery was running low. You cons

When silence can’t give you a period of harmony, a long bus travel boarding home bores your ears and when the reality of your world needs reconciliation, you already know what to do. Plug your earphones in. Sink in. Feel the beat, melody, harmony, heart and the soul. Do air-guitar or air-drum. Lip sync. You can now call it a day. Kung ang depinisyon ng tao sa pagiging Music enthusiast ay pagiging balisa kapag naiwanan ang earphone sa bahay, hindi basta-basta naghahanap ng Top Hits sa Billboard.com, hindi bias sa pakikinig ng mga mas sikat na artists, may pagmamahal sa lyrics, nakararamdam ng pinaghalu-halong emosyon kapag nakasalpak na sa tenga ang earbuds, may understanding sa trip na musika ng ibang tao at may music aspirations.. Siguro ako iyon. Inspired by our identity in diversity, culture, beliefs and traditions, all of us have the inner “Music Enthusiast” thing residing in mind. Mararamdaman mo naman ‘yan. The thing is, we should be thankful becau