Sketch
For vanity’s sake, here’s a short vignette about this blogger. It’s a bit angsty, a bit silly, and a whole lot messy and disorganized. I’d be the first one to label it as non-sense rambling rather than as a true person’s snapshot. But hey, my whole existence has been based on chaos, and so it reflects on the writing. Here goes:
I’m slim as a whole, yet my tummy bulges. I can’t sing a tune, I can’t dance a jig. I’m an aspiring yet unfortunately humdrum writer, a poet who dreams he is one. I love basketball, yet when I play my lungs give out every thirty minutes. I still can’t drive our second-hand Mitsubishi Lancer. I dream of winning a Palanca, but in all probability they’ll just burn my submission because of its revolting mediocrity. I do weights, but no more than twenty pounds per arm. I puff my Ventolin inhaler at least once a day. I desperately want to be published, but they don’t accept shit like this. My Chicago Bulls are cellar-dwellers, and Jordan’s gone for eternity. Every morning when I wake up, I suffer from a mild bout of asthma. I have an eye (and more) for beautiful women, but have never made love to any of them. My finicky computer tortures me as I type this vignette. Two years since graduating, I still haven’t received my high school diploma. I courted a girl for three years, but she busted me on Araw ng Kagitingan*. Last night the Purefoods TJ Hotdogs lost by thirty to Ginebra. I worked my ass off to be a Dean’s Lister this semester, while my effortless UP varsity friend is a consistent President’s Lister. Every time I call my girl best-friend, we end up fighting for an hour or two. My siblings are four dogs, and the Dalmatian growls every time I pat his head. My only literary piece about my beloved Fire Tree got massacred in a writing workshop. I have no mother, she said she loves me but I think abandoning your son is not and will never be motherly love. Tomorrow, the Philippine’s National Election Day, I’ll be celebrating my birthday.
*in English, Day of Heroism
[Originally written on May 9, 2004]
