The Adventures of Sunshine Boy and Rainbow Girl – II

Chapter 2: Never Let Her Slip Away

One Sunday morning, Sunshine Boy sent a message to his friend, Barkada Guy.

Tol!” In the Fellowship of the Grid, this was a term they generally used to address each other.

Barkada Guy, who was probably busy that day, replied with a simple “Why?” and waited for the reply.

A second hadn’t even passed yet when Sunshine Boy sent a new message.

“Last Friday was just.. really great,” he said. “The most amazing thing happened.”

“What?”

“I talked to a girl.”

Realizing how cheesy he sounded, Sunshine Boy laughed out loud.

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The Adventures Of Sunshine Boy and Rainbow Girl – I

Chapter 1: Can We Just Stop And Talk Awhile

Simple, yet meaningful. This was to be a recurring theme in the lives of Sunshine Boy and Rainbow Girl. Even now, none of them would have thought that a simple encounter would be the starting point to this amazing tale.

When they first met, they knew nothing about each other, only the fact that they were meeting for strictly business reasons. There were no bells, no doves, no sentimental music playing in the background. He gave her the shirts she ordered, she gave him her payment, and that was it. Their roads branched out, and they each lived their own adventures.

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The Way She Smiles

He would never have imagined that things would end up like this. The beginning was undeniably beautiful, and there were times when he would actually wonder how it happened, how he had ended up in those moments that, for lack of a better word, have been some kind of wonderful.

He had long resigned himself to the fact that nothing lasts forever, and that whatever joyful event he experienced, was merely momentary. He was fine with it, for in a world that was constantly trying to drive him insane, he enjoyed those brief moments shared with Lady Luck.

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A Dark and Stormy Night

It was supposed to be like any other journey home. Four of us were on the left side of the bus. Ann and Lyn were seated in front of me and Mary. Paul was seated opposite me on the right side of the bus, beside the window. On his front was Joy and Marie. It was raining outside, and traffic was making our trip very slow. The girls in front were busy with their conversation. Ken was listening to some music on his mobile phone, and so was Mary who was staring only at the window . I think the only conversation we had was when she told me the reason why she wanted to transfer seats. And as casually as it had started, I naturally ended up sitting again by myself. It seemed that nothing else would happen that night. Joy was the first to depart from the bus. A few meters ahead (and a lot more minutes spent waiting), and Marie left the bus as well. Someone sat down beside me, and it seemed to me that it was only a matter of time before I bid the others farewell and get down from the bus.

The next chain of events are somewhat hazy to me, and there was some time before I could believe that they really happened.

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The Search for John Castle

As you go about your everyday life, you will meet a handful of strangers. Some of them you’ll get to know better. Some others, will remain strangers that you’ll probably never see again. And then there are those few select individuals, all strangers just the same, yet they will have an impact on you that will never go away. Years will go by, and you’ll find yourselves talking about them and the good old days, as if it was only yesterday. One such character was John Castle.

John Castle was a figure from our High School days, and if there’s anything that can be said about him, it was that he was an enigma. We didn’t know anything much about him. Truth be told, I could no longer remember what he looked like, or what his voice sounded like when he spoked. But ask anyone, and their heads would nod in recognition at the mention of his name. He was sort of a celebrity during our time, and he was quite popular with the students, especially during the end of a school day. While others hurried home, some of us would go to John’s stall and wait for our orders. Like peasants waiting for bounty outside the King’s castle, we waited there patiently, for we were about to enjoy a delicious hamburger.

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Memory Loss

We live in a world where a man’s status in life is determined by the material things that surround him. It is a bleak and hollow world wherein we endlessly crave for more; the latest, the most fashionable, the most expensive. We’ve lost count of the simple things in life that truly matter, and for those who still do, they’re the ones who end up being branded as fools.

I was probably in High School back then, when I wrote in my essay that the treasure that I cherished the most would be the memories that I’ve gathered over the years. Looking back, my whole life must have been one sentimental value after another;  a smooth stone tells a story of a mall trip with friends, unclaimed arcade tickets tell the story of how I have yet to win in our shooting contest. A guitar string would remind me of my youth, how I’d be walking across the park singing, guitar in hand like a troubadour in an idyllic town.

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Journey of a Thousand Miles

With the way things are going now, I’ll either end up insane, or pretty much wasted, as I have always been.

How long ago has it been already? It has been more than a year, but not yet two, since the day that it started. A casual, almost ordinary event that I never knew would grow into one of the most extraordinary events in my life. I never expected that things would turn out this way, and when I say I never expected it, I mean I really didn’t expect it. Yes, there might have been little hints, or warnings, if you want to call them that. I simply plowed through because I never expected much in return. I had no ulterior motives for the things that I’ve done so far. I simply enjoyed doing them. Shallow, I think others would describe it as that.

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Dreams of Improbability

I just had a dream, and its impact was such that I had to write about it.

As I give it some more thought, now that I’m awake and aware of my surroundings, I realize more and more that the chances of that dream seeing the light of reality is almost near to null. I say almost near, because there will always be that minute longing inside me, secretly wishing for it to happen.

Improbable, because when someone you know puts up this much of an effort to distance themselves from you, you immediately catch on to the fallacy offered by the dream. You see the illusion, but find yourself pining for such an illusion.

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Kanlungan

Pana-panahon ang pagkakataon
Maibabalik ba ang kahapon?

 

Sa dinami-dami ng mga nangyari sa buhay ko, hindi ko maiwasan minsan na mapa-isip at mag-muni muni sa mga bagay na nais kong balikan. Mga desisyon na sana eh ginawa ko dati pa, mga pinalampas na pagkakataon na nais kong balikan at gawin na.

Pero siyempre, imposible na mangyari pa yun. Lumipas na ang takdang panahon para dun at ang tanging magagawa ko na lang ay ang matuto sa mga nangyari, at gamitin ang mga natutunang aral upang maging mas mabuting mamamayan.

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Pagbabalik-tanaw sa Malayong Nakaraan

Mga humigit-kumulang eh dalawang taon na kong nandito sa Friendster. Mas matagal pa siguro kung kaagad akong nagpa-enganyo sa dalawang kabarkada ko na lumahok dito. Nung una naman talaga eh wala akong balak mag-friendster. Ayun, minsan isang araw, napag-tripan. Kaya eto.

Nagbasa-basa ako nung INBOX at SENT ITEMS dun sa MESSAGES section, at halong gulat at tuwa ang aking naramdaman habang binabasa ko ung mga nakalagay doon. Merong pagkakataon na ang talinghaga ko magsulat, o kaya naman eh mistulang sabog sa pinagbabawal na gamot. Ayos talaga yung naka-save sa SENT ITEMS yung mga pinapadala mong mensahe. Nagkakaroon ka ng ideya kung ano ang mga pangyayaring bumabalot nung mga panahong ‘yon.

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