I have absolutely no idea how to play the drums, but I'm enjoying it nonetheless. "Boom boom boom", as long as it sounds tribal, I'm elated. Sometimes it slides out of my hand when I hit too hard, well, I didn't have time to clean it.
I looked down at the cement floor; remembering just an hour ago it was quite nerve-wrecking trying to pry off the radius and ulna from the carpus, and that is after spending a painstaking half hour removing the skin and meat after chopping it off its owner. The radius I've set aside and I'm only using the ulna for these drum beats. I'm not interested in the larger humerus, so I left it with its owner. "Boom boom boom", I continued beating despite the annoying shrieking and cries of the owner.
Finally the annoyance got the better of me. I looked up at my girlfriend, previously chained at the arms, now chained at the neck. Her sleeves are soaked blood-red and the stub or whatever remains of the elbow, is bandaged as well as I could.
The pain must have subsided somewhat, or she's adapting to it, because suddenly I'm understanding sounds that come out from that mouth. "Why are you doing this?", she shrieked.
"Frack you!", I replied. "So easy for you to ask stupid questions when you know the penalty of cheating on me. Just because I'm a tailor, you have no respect for me!!"
Then she started to mutter few more words from her mouth which I decided to ignore and decided it to be lyrics sung, while I continued with my beat. "Boom boom boom".
1 hour later
My drum set is getting red, and slimy. Eeyuck! But this tibia rawks! It hits harder, and could eventually break my drum, but the satisfaction I get from it is undescribable. I've tried by best to stop the bleeding, which did stop, but eventually all of it would be drained out.
"Boom boom boom", I played on, this time determined to cause havoc to my drum set. I won't need it anymore after tonite. The skins of the set seem strong against my girlfriend's tibia. But they did break apart in the end. Satisfied, I approached my girlfriend now lying face-front facing me. Not speaking anymore. Just watching, awaiting her death I guess. No, I'm not yet satisfied.
Half an hour later
She's no longer heavy having lost a lot of weight. My, this is better than liposuction. With her half asleep in the car, I set up my tripod and video camera. This is a sight not to be missed. My car headlights are on. Good, enough light for the show to start.
"Remember when you wanted to be an actress?? Well, guess what? You are one. Hmm, let's see. I'm casting you as a turtle. In this movie, all you need to do is act like a turtle, and then swim underwater. Simple, right?"
With that, I pressed the Record button on the camera and carried her to the edge of the lake. I stepped into the water, then something I didn't except to happen, happened. All the memories came back; how we met at the lake when I saved her from drowning. How we made it a must to enjoy the view and scenery of the lake every anniversary. I remembered one night having a candlelight picnic enjoying the night stars. I looked at the girl in my arms, her eyes looking at me, as if pleading me to save her.
I looked at the skies, funny, rain is starting. I looked at her again, she's not mouthing anything anymore. Perhaps to weak to even talk. I sobbed twice, then, I laughed. Glee is filling me. I carried her over my head, one hand holding her neck and the other at her waist. Before I lost my balance, I threw her with all my might into the water. Though she didn't got flung far, I believed it was deep enough for her body to submerge.
In my thoughts, "Farewell, my actress". In my actions,... "Swim turtle, swim!! You're really looking like a turtle! Struggling to get underwater now ha?! With whatever remains of the limbs you have! Woo hoo!! What a great shot!", I jumped up and down shouting.
A truly memorable night.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Boom Boom Boom #2
"Boom Boom Boom", I hit the drum through my blurred eyes. I haven't cried, and I know I never would, but tears; they come and go. This time it came, just to glisten at my iris, not intending to fall, and not intending to dry itself up.
Now that I'm alone here working these drumsticks, memories are rushing back. From 28 years ago till today, scenes of happy moments kept projecting themselves in my head. Too many fleeting memory pictures to focus on one, before I could grab one, it moved and another appeared in its place. But to reminisce chosen memories of you, I have these...
I remembered the time you woke me up in the night, tell me you're hungry and whether I would like to accompany you, and we'd had a simple dish of fried grouper that you caught the week before. We'd talk about plans for the future, what is good for you and for me, never leaving out anything by chance.
I remembered the time when you took me to my first fishing trip, I fell asleep in the car. When we reached the lake, you shook me, and with that western slang you said "Wake up, booyyye!" I snickered at that, and you laughed while preparing to get the fishing gears out of the car to the pier. Then you came back to me, instead of helping me out of the car, you decided to carry me instead and plop me to the chair already prepared for me to sit at the pier. I remembered one incident where we saw cops at the other side of the lake pulling out an inflated torso of someone, maybe it was female, no arms and no legs. Very eerie, but that didn't dampen our outing. We made the most of it.
I remembered too when I graduated, and you actually ran on stage hoisting my hands higher. I was embarrassed, but I was happy. I never believed in myself to complete my degree, but you were there to prove me wrong. I even had a kiss on the cheek by a stranger and my friends yelled in support while you just stood there, with your arms crossed and laughing. It is one of my best moments with you involved.
Sadly, you're gone now. God took you too soon.
Now, alone in this wheelchair I've known for the past 25 years, I've lost my only family ever since your mother died in the car accident when you were 3. I'm alone again, son. It was disheartening to see you battle cancer just when your band is soaring. I know you struggled to fight for your life because you don't want to leave me alone, but yes, I whispered to you in our dying minutes to just let go. You've given me enough strength and confidence to go through what's left of my remaining years.
Please, when I die, wait for me at heaven's door with mommy ha? For the life of me, I really am a novice at drums. Just treat this like a tribal send-away from your daddy here, accompanying you to heaven. Tell mommy I love her... and son, I love you.
Convinced that my son heard my every word and thought, I closed my eyes and continued playing.. "Boom boom boom"
Now that I'm alone here working these drumsticks, memories are rushing back. From 28 years ago till today, scenes of happy moments kept projecting themselves in my head. Too many fleeting memory pictures to focus on one, before I could grab one, it moved and another appeared in its place. But to reminisce chosen memories of you, I have these...
I remembered the time you woke me up in the night, tell me you're hungry and whether I would like to accompany you, and we'd had a simple dish of fried grouper that you caught the week before. We'd talk about plans for the future, what is good for you and for me, never leaving out anything by chance.
I remembered the time when you took me to my first fishing trip, I fell asleep in the car. When we reached the lake, you shook me, and with that western slang you said "Wake up, booyyye!" I snickered at that, and you laughed while preparing to get the fishing gears out of the car to the pier. Then you came back to me, instead of helping me out of the car, you decided to carry me instead and plop me to the chair already prepared for me to sit at the pier. I remembered one incident where we saw cops at the other side of the lake pulling out an inflated torso of someone, maybe it was female, no arms and no legs. Very eerie, but that didn't dampen our outing. We made the most of it.
I remembered too when I graduated, and you actually ran on stage hoisting my hands higher. I was embarrassed, but I was happy. I never believed in myself to complete my degree, but you were there to prove me wrong. I even had a kiss on the cheek by a stranger and my friends yelled in support while you just stood there, with your arms crossed and laughing. It is one of my best moments with you involved.
Sadly, you're gone now. God took you too soon.
Now, alone in this wheelchair I've known for the past 25 years, I've lost my only family ever since your mother died in the car accident when you were 3. I'm alone again, son. It was disheartening to see you battle cancer just when your band is soaring. I know you struggled to fight for your life because you don't want to leave me alone, but yes, I whispered to you in our dying minutes to just let go. You've given me enough strength and confidence to go through what's left of my remaining years.
Please, when I die, wait for me at heaven's door with mommy ha? For the life of me, I really am a novice at drums. Just treat this like a tribal send-away from your daddy here, accompanying you to heaven. Tell mommy I love her... and son, I love you.
Convinced that my son heard my every word and thought, I closed my eyes and continued playing.. "Boom boom boom"
Friday, July 10, 2009
Gravity
I met it. Gravity. How it hit my face,.. the impact was dumbfounding, but I felt no pain. Too embarassed to feel pain, really. What I expected was not what transpired. I expected laughter, but all I heard, or could hear was alarming gasps.
At the same time, my body could no longer endure this torture, but there was strength is me left. But ego kept me down. How such a simple three letter word could actually stop a man from accomplishing his goals. I didn't want to face the them already, yes, I knew that they're gasping now, but from today on; this day will be made a story. A humourous story to be shared years on in my presence and brought down from one generation after generation of scholars.
It felt like a few minutes, but in reality it was only seconds. Ego versus ability. In the end, I thought, no matter what happens, "what is done, is done". There's no changing it, and there's no preventing it. People will talk and it will become a story. It is something I have to live with, to endure the snickers, the laughs, the jokes, and I have to do what my folks tell me. When people laugh at you, laugh with them, then they learn to respect you. Is there any truth to that saying? Let's find out then.
With that, I lifted my face few inches off the ground, and instead of looking at them, I looked in front. There's my goal. Though weakened, I have the ability to go on. Now I looked at them, smiled, and made my first step towards continuing my goal.
I stood up.
At the same time, my body could no longer endure this torture, but there was strength is me left. But ego kept me down. How such a simple three letter word could actually stop a man from accomplishing his goals. I didn't want to face the them already, yes, I knew that they're gasping now, but from today on; this day will be made a story. A humourous story to be shared years on in my presence and brought down from one generation after generation of scholars.
It felt like a few minutes, but in reality it was only seconds. Ego versus ability. In the end, I thought, no matter what happens, "what is done, is done". There's no changing it, and there's no preventing it. People will talk and it will become a story. It is something I have to live with, to endure the snickers, the laughs, the jokes, and I have to do what my folks tell me. When people laugh at you, laugh with them, then they learn to respect you. Is there any truth to that saying? Let's find out then.
With that, I lifted my face few inches off the ground, and instead of looking at them, I looked in front. There's my goal. Though weakened, I have the ability to go on. Now I looked at them, smiled, and made my first step towards continuing my goal.
I stood up.
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