The black casebook

25 Dec 2009

The Christmas Episode

I just saw my ex’s twin last night, during Christmas Eve mass. Of course she’s different and she just looks like the evil version of her, but I haven’t seen either of them for almost 4 years. No matter how different the two are, she still has the image and likeness of the girl whom I loved like no other; it is impossible for me not to be affected.

My heart felt heavy instantly, but I went to her, smiled and greeted her Merry Christmas. She was shocked but smiled and greeted back. I went away for communion then back to where my sisters were. I was still seeing her from there and realized that there’s just so much I can take of it… so I left and stayed in the car.

Every movement, every smile and gesture of both the twins just came back to me. I could even hear their chinese voices on stereo in my head.

For a while, it made me remember how broken I was, but it also made me realize how far I have come from that state.

Amidst the rush of emotions, that short cameo appearance in my Christmas episode at least made this one a bit more special. It just reminded me of the shift I’m bringing to my priorities this coming year. It gave me something to reflect about for Christmas and more motivation to push through with my plans.

And just a while ago, I found out that she was happy to see me ( I thought I just scared her). Yeah, I’ve forgiven her already (another story) and I guess she needed to feel that. I really wanted her to feel that I have genuinely forgiven her by facing her even if I didn’t want to. I still have the spirit of Christmas after all.

13 Nov 2009

The Magic Carpet Ride (the Song Part II)

From Season 4: Dancing in the Moonlight

I tried to hide it as just a simple class presentation, but my friends knew me pretty well. Almost all my closest friends went with me to the class to see me serenade a woman (or perhaps to watch me make a fool of myself). I gave the excuse that i was doing it for the grade and that I wanted to impress the professor.

Who was I kidding? I only wanted to impress one girl.

“This is it,” I told myself, knees shaking and heart pounding like war drums, as I was called to present on the stage. I glanced at all my friends if they were ready. Unlike the other students, mine had a whole production crew. One was on the cd player, Mark was on the guitar, there was someone holding the lyrics at the back and another dimmed the lights. None of them were students in the class.

“Riffraff, street rat, I don’t buy that. If only they’d look closer…” I started singing a Capella.

The music started to play after the short verse. I went to the crowd of students and reached my hand out to her as I sang, “I can show you the world…”

I brought her to the stage, placed her on an imaginary carpet and sat beside her while singing the popular song. The students never knew she was part of the act until they heard the beauty  of her singing voice.

To her and to some students who were enjoying the creativity of the presentation, maybe it seemed like a simple act. But I knew, at that moment, we were already being defined by that song.

The song was about to end… and it was the cue for me to bring out the rose.

She was surprised that the presentation wasn’t over when the music blended with the chords of Minnie Riperton’s “Loving you”. As the performer that I tried to be, I made it look funny to receive applause and to hide my true intent. In falsetto and with a red rose in one hand, I serenaded her in front of 40 people.

“No one else can make me feel the colors that you bring. Stay with me while we grow old and we will live each day in the springtime.”

Underneath the laughter and ear-shattering high notes, I was giving a public declaration to love her for the rest of my life. Heck, if you listen carefully to the lyrics, i was also saying I wanted to sleep with her. Also true.

It was the start of a magic carpet ride that would last for years… a fantastic tour that would take her to a whole new world she has never been to.

But we all know that Aladdin is not really a prince and princesses will once again go back to their castles… With their strict dads, grumpy tigers, ruthless soldiers and a Real but ugly prince.

And the song that meant the world to this street rat will never be sung again.

13 Nov 2009

When the Music Started (The Song Part 1)

Since I don’t have time to write for the past two days, I’m just going to repost something I already posted in my other bog.

When the Music Started
From Season 4 Dancing in the Moonlight

Maybe it was getting late, but all my friends seemed to slowly leave our benches when she arrived. I can’t believe she fell for it! It was a long shot, but I tried it anyway.

“I’m planning to sing A Whole New World for Creativity class but I don’t have anyone to sing it with. I just thought you could sing well.”

I forgot everything I said just to spend time with her, but it worked. She was the only thing in my mind at that part of my life; I didn’t even care about school. Every opportunity I can use to be with her, I grabbed by the balls.

She sat beside me on the concrete bench as I took my mp3 player out to share with her. The sun just set and the school’s lights glistened behind her. Under the tree where most of my college memories were spent, I looked at her as if to take a snapshot of the moment that I wanted to take with me forever.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

She nodded and smiled, still shy because she didn’t fully believe she was the right person to sing it with. She was my only choice, and I knew she was the right person. I would rather sing solo if she had rejected me… and I’d sing the saddest song.

But she was there. Like a dream sequence in a mushy movie, I was hearing birds sing. The wind was blowing softly through her hair and everything was in slow motion.

That’s when the music started.

9 Nov 2009

The Night My Best Friend Snapped

Contrary to how this chronicle looks like at first, this doesn’t necessarily involve the women of my life. It is about everything I want to remember.

Think of this as the narration of How I Met Your Mother. Actually, this was inspired by that. An old man telling the story of his life in great detail as if it was just yesterday. Don’t we all want to make sure those memories are still kept until we’re older? What if one day, God forbid, I lost my memories? What if I die early? I did not write everything down in journals. Someday, even if these were just highlights, I can turn this into a book I could actually give my best friends for life.

All of them were part of my life, but to protect identities, the names had been changed, Including mine.

The Night my Best Friend Snapped
From Season 4: Dancing in the moonlight

It’s the year after I graduated college. I belong to a close group of friends also known as the Eagle Corps (not the real name of the group either). There was me, Terry McGinnis, my best friend  Mark Kent and 5 other guys who I will introduce some other day. We were all just starting our careers, enjoying our first few paychecks… except for Mark.

Mark was still finishing some subjects that he failed because of some relationship matters, particularly with the evil Black Cat. She just left him out of the blue for another man. Because I was already enjoying my life with my moonlight and the rest of us were going through the transitions of life, none of us really knew how broken Mark was at that time.

We haven’t really seen each other a lot back then because of our other priorities, but we planned to meet up and have dinner somewhere far. We always joke around (that always was a given). We could play jokes on each other because none of us are offended by it. We had this hierarchy of people who we normally can pick on and usually, I’m somewhere on the top. Mark was somwhere below me, and on that day I was picking on him a bit too much.

So we were somewhere in Mindanao Avenue. We were joking around and I said something about Mark being too cool for local television because he was raised with cable tv. He slammed his utensils, stood up and walked out of the restaurant.

What the fuck? Cable TV. That’s… how the hell could that be offensive, right? None of us knew. My other friends told me about how I was picking on him too much that night. None of us knew what he was going through either with school and other problems.

He was my best friend in the world, so I thought everything I say is nothing to him. But that’s the thing… he was my best friend and anything I say to him is more sensitive than the rest when things aren’t going well.

I went out to get him. He was teary eyed, and all I was thinking was why he was such a sensitive girl. Of course, I swallowed my pride and said I was sorry. It’s harder than you think. The only reason he went back in was because he didn’t know how to go home from there and there were no cabs around.

It was an uncomfortable ride home. We brought him to his house and we never saw him for weeks.

Years later, the woman she found consolation with that night and weeks after was exchanging vows with him. I don’t think I’m still his best friend because I wasn’t his best man,  but I will tell this story in 2010 when they get married again in church.

It was a story of how my best friend snapped and fell right into the arms of the woman of his life.

Flash forward. Season 7: The Blastest Knight

It’s another really close friend that suddenly got so angry at me. Totally my fault. Again. I hope she forgives me eventually. I was insensitive and emotional with things going on in my life, and I don’t know what’s happening with hers. I hope I can tell that story someday with a happy ending. I don’t want to lose another friend that way.

9 Nov 2009

The final moment

From Season 4: Dancing in the Moonlight, the final scene

Do you remember that moment? That exact moment when you felt that your life as you knew it has ended? Your heart is slowly decomposing into rotten meat and you just want to rip it off your chest before your whole body is affected from the deadly bacteria that erupts from its veins? It happens and will happen again and again to every human soul. No matter how prepared you think you are for it, it’s always overwhelming.

But I made sure mine was a scene worth remembering. I stood right there inside one of the most beautiful structures in the campus…  a place where I felt could protect me and give me strength when the walls of my world fall down on me. I watched her walk away to her car with the blue rose that symbolized the end.

She looked back at me. I was just staring at her with wet eyes, trying to remember the whole scene, feeling the wind, smelling the air one last time.

Every image slowly started to fade. The sky dripped down to white. The trees blurred until they were gone. All I saw was her, my moonlight, walking away from my empty life.

She was the girl I prayed for and took care of with my whole heart and soul. 4 years of memories that felt like forever. Now He’s taking her back.

End of Chapter 4

9 Nov 2009

The painting of the angel with a broken wing

from Season 4: Dancing in the moonlight

The painting was done. I was carrying it in front of the closed classroom door, trying to hide the wet paint from people like everything I’ve ever created.

It was almost as big as me. It was an image of an angel with a broken wing kissing a girl. I made it for “Bubbles.” I was over her, but it just showed the event that led me to where I was, broken and unable to take flight.

You see, before this, I was legendary. I was the best there is, I am not kidding you. Okay, I’m just exaggerating, but I was right there among the best students in the country. I had a bright future and I can do whatever I wanted. But I fell for her, and chose to stay human than be one of the brightest stars… Many great men have been destroyed because of such lies.

But that story was done. All I can do was put it on canvass and get over it.

And then she went to me… “the Moonlight.” I heard her high Chinese voice behind me and turned around. She was wearing shorts and a white top from her PE class. She had long hair tied into a pony tail, looking up to me like a little girl genuinely interested at what I was trying to hide.

At first, I wasn’t sure who she was. You see, she’s one of the J twins… probably the most beautiful twins in the campus. She was as famous as the best of them and it didn’t get into her head. Probably she never even knew.

“Was she talking to me?” i thought.

“Is this your project?” She asked, while trying to peek at the canvass.

Of all the moments that you should remember in your life, this was one that made me forget all the details. How could I? All my senses were focused on her eyes and beautiful smile. I forgot what she said or what we talked about, but I knew I was smiling back.

It all started from here. From strangers, we now knew each other.

She’s the other J twin. The twin I didn’t like. I never even bothered acquainting myself with them because they were so out of my league.

On that day, in front of the only class we had together, I felt like I was ready to fly again.

9 Nov 2009

A story worth telling.

Introduction

I’ve always thought that my life is one complex TV series divided into different seasons. Each “season” is a big chapter that spans several years… with beginnings, and some bitter endings.

Nowadays, I just want to tell parts of these stories one scene at a time. I want to write them so that one day I will remember what happened to my life and chronicle them all before I die.

Like I said before, live life like you are writing a story worth telling. So far, it has been a blast. All the people that entered and had left the cast each season, all the events that were all too funny or ultimately tragic, I’ve treasured them in my heart and mind more than anything I have learned in my academic life.

Enjoy reading the highlights of my life like I have enjoyed living them. No matter how great or sad these events have been or will be, I’m sure they’ll be stories I’d want to remember.