Friday, November 5, 2010

20 Questions ni Juan Ekis

20 Questions ni Juan Ekis — A Must Read Palanca Award Winning Piece.
This play won in the palanca awards, dulaang isang yugto category.

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MGA TAUHAN
Jigs Fresh grad. Kabarkada ni Yumi. Magtatrabaho bilang researcher sa isang financial
firm
Yumi Commercial Model. Kabarkada ni Jigs. 2 years ahead kay Jigs.

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TAGPO
Gabi. Sa isang kwarto ng isang beach resort. Naglalatag ng kumot si Jigs sa sahig habang
inaayos ni Yumi ang kanyang higaan.

YUMI Sige na, Jigs. Huwag ka nang magpaka-gentle man. Naaawa ako sa'yo e. Tabi na
tayo sa kama.

JIGS Hindi, okay lang ako dito.

YUMI Huwag ka nang maarte. As if naman re-rapin kita no. Malaki naman itong kama e.
Hatiin na lang natin sa gitna.

JIGS Sure ka?

YUMI Hindi mo naman siguro ako mamanyakin no?

JIGS (Matatawa) Okay ka lang?

YUMI Kung gusto mo, gamitin na lang natin iyang kumot na divider.

JIGS Good idea.

Isasampay nila ang kumot mula sa kisame para mahati ang kama sa gitna. Magse-settle
down ang dalawa.
Ilalabas ni Jigs ang libro niya: "Puppy Love and other Stories" ni F. Sionil Jose.
Si Yumi naman ay magpapatugtog ng Japanese Zen Music habang nagsa-zazen.

YUMI Do you mind?

JIGS No, go ahead. I'm just reading.

Magsa-zazen si Yumi. Magbabasa si Jigs. Pareho silang di maka-concentrate.
Papatayin ni Yumi ang CD player niya.

YUMI I can't believe our friends.

JIGS Oo nga e.

YUMI Dapat ginagawa nila 'to sa mga bagong pasok sa barkada o kaya sa bagong…ay
oo nga pala.
Bagong graduate ka. Congrats.

JIGS Thanks.

YUMI So what're your plans?

JIGS Kinukuha akong researcher sa ADB. Kinukuha rin ako ng BPI sa OTP nila.

YUMI Wow naman. In demand.

JIGS Di naman masyado. Who the hell invented this tradition anyway?

YUMI (Matatawa) You won't believe it.

JIGS Ikaw?

YUMI Malay ko ba na mabibiktima rin ako nito balang-araw.

JIGS So why did you start it?

YUMI Wala ka pa sa tropa nun e. Freshman ka pa lang siguro noon. Wala lang.
Napagtripan lang namin si Ronald.
E may crush siya kay Meg. Noong unang beses magpunta rito ng barkada, sabi ko,
magsimula kami ng tradition.
Ilo-lottery namin ang pangalan ng mga lalaki at ng mga babae. Kung sino ang
mabubunot, silang dalawa ang pagsasamahin
sa isang kwarto sa loob ng tatlong araw. And then, we'll all see what happens. Pero
dinaya namin noon yung kay Ronald
at Meg. Puro Ronald at Meg ang mga pangalan na nakalagay sa lottery.

JIGS (Tatawa) Ang sama ninyo!

YUMI Kaya nga nakarma na ako e.

JIGS So is our case, dinaya? O talagang lottery?

YUMI (Teasing) Ano sa dalawa ang gusto mo?

JIGS Feeling ko may nagtrip sa 'kin sa barkada e.

YUMI Excuse me po, dalawa tayong biktima dito. I don't see any reason kung bakit
tayong dalawa ang sasadyaing biktima this year, unless may crush ka sa'kin na di ko
alam at alam nila (tatawa).

JIGS Baka ikaw (tatawa).

YUMI The success rate of this tradition is 100% so far.

JIGS I was here na the 2nd time. Si Chris at si Cia ang biktima.

YUMI And last year were Rod and Kay. They're getting married kailan? Sa June yata.

JIGS What do you expect? Ikukulong mo ang isang lalaki at isang babae sa isang kwarto
for three days,
imposibleng walang mangyari doon!

YUMI That was exactly my point. (Ngingiti)

JIGS E kung may madisgrasya?

YUMI Anong disgrasya?

JIGS Alam mo na 'yun!
Hahawiin ni Yumi ang divider nilang kumot.

YUMI Ano? Sex? Pa'no kung magsex sila? Nakakatawa ka naman. Di mo masabi.

JIGS Ang alin?

YUMI Ang sex!

JIGS Hah!

YUMI Sige nga sabihin mo nga?

JIGS Para kang tanga. Tumigil ka nga.

YUMI Shet, Jigs. Graduate ka na totoy ka pa rin!

JIGS Excuse me?

YUMI Sabihin mo nga: "Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex!"

JIGS Para kang bata, Yumi ha.

YUMI You used to call me ate Yumi when you were in third year.

JIGS Well, graduate na po ako, ate Yumi.

Tahimik.

JIGS Hmmm. I wonder if we're gonna last three days.

YUMI (Teasing) Bakit? Ayaw mo sa'kin?

Di sasagot si Jigs.

YUMI We're gonna survive this one.

JIGS What makes you so sure?

YUMI No offense, Jigs. I honestly find you very attractive pero I've no time for this.
Alam mo naman siguro na kaka-break ko lang.

JIGS Same here.

YUMI Same here what? Na you find me attractive o you don't have time for this?

(Matatawa)
Di sasagot si Jigs. Tahimik. Io-on ulit ni Yumi ang CD player at ipagpapatuloy ang
zazen.
Itatabi ni Jigs ang libro. Nawalan na siya ng ganang magbasa. Pupunta siya sa ref.
Bubuksan niya ito.

JIGS Hah! (Sarcastic) Perfect! Red Wine! How very conducive.

YUMI May chips ba diyan?

JIGS Sa awa ng Diyos, may tsibog naman.

Papatayin ni Yumi ang CD player. Tatayo siya at kukuha ng chips sa ibabaw ng ref.

YUMI Since we're gonna be stuck naman with each other for three days,
might as well make the best out of it di ba? I-enjoy na lang natin.

JIGS What do you mean?

YUMI Get the wine, let's have a drink!
50 hours to go na lang and we're gonna be the first failure of this tradition.

JIGS Oo nga. (Kukunin ang wine. Maglalagay sa dalawang baso.)
When they chose Cia and Chris, naiintindihan ko pa e. Lalo na sina Rod and Kay.
Kung baga, tinulungan lang natin silang umamin sa isa't isa. Pero us…

YUMI Weird ng barkada natin 'no?

JIGS To our barkada and our weird traditions!

YUMI To us, the first failure of this tradition!

Magto-toast sila at iinom.

JIGS Sige, ate Yumi. Let's make our stay here more interesting…

YUMI What's with the ate?

JIGS Fine…

Bubuksan ni Yumi ang chips. Uupo sila pareho sa sahig para magkwentuhan.

JIGS Let's play twenty questions.

YUMI Sige! Ano yon?

JIGS Each of us will have ten questions each. Tatanungin kita, tatanungin mo ako,
mga gusto nating malaman sa isa't isa. Alternate tayo. Pero the thing here is,
you can't ask the question that I already asked.

YUMI That's pretty interesting.

JIGS At bawal magsinungaling.

YUMI Fair enough. Pero whatever is said inside this room remains in the room. Ok?

JIGS Of course. You wanna start?

YUMI No. I want to ask the last question.

(Ngingiti at kikindatan si Jigs)

JIGS Smart move. Game. First question: Ano ang greatest frustration mo sa buhay?

YUMI Nge. Ang korni naman ng tanong mo. Walang ka-challenge-challenge.
Ask me something na mag-iisip naman ako.

JIGS Simula pa lang e.

YUMI Sige. Ano nga ba…?

JIGS Akala ko ba walang ka-challenge-challenge?

YUMI Wag kang maingay, nag-iisip ako… I'm a frustrated ballet dancer.

JIGS Talaga?

YUMI I took lessons when I was six pero umayaw ako. Wala kasi akong disiplina e.
Mas gusto kong makipaglaro sa mga kalaro ko. Pero I really enjoy watching ballet
dancers.
When I see them dance parati kong naiisip na sana, ako rin. There!
Ang dali naman ng tanong mo. Walang thrill.

JIGS Appetizer lang. Yari ka sa'kin mamaya.

YUMI We'll see. Ako naman: Did you ever have doubts about your sexuality?
I mean, kahit minsan ba, naisip mo na bakla ka?

JIGS Never.

YUMI Bilis ng sagot a.

JIGS Coz I never entertained the idea.

YUMI Homophobe ka ba?

JIGS Alternate tayo sa tanungan, di ba?

YUMI So, not once? Kahit konti? Kahit what if lang?

JIGS I'm straight, okay?

YUMI I'm not asking if you're gay or not. I'm asking kung…

JIGS Never nga.

YUMI We all thought na you were gay.
Well at least nung first few months mo sa tropa before you introduced your girlfriend to
us.

JIGS What?! You thought I was gay?!

YUMI E pa'no kasi, masyado kang mabait. Ang pogi-pogi mo, pero parang allergic ka sa
mga babae.
Over ang pagiging gentleman mo! Too good to be true. You have a good body, it seems
that you work out pero iniisip namin front mo lang yun. Kadalasan kasi front ng mga bakla ang
pagiging maganda ng katawan nila at pagiging sporty…

Tatawa lang si Jigs.

YUMI So we thought it's either that or you were planning to become a priest.

JIGS What?!

YUMI Well, you were always this goody-goody person. Pumupunta ka sa chapel.
Nangungumpisal, nagsisimba…

JIGS The way you said it, parang equivalent ang dalawa a.

YUMI Of course not. I didn't mean that!

JIGS I take my faith seriously. That doesn't make me gay!

YUMI So you did want to become a priest…

JIGS Hindi rin. Actually, I always wanted to raise a family… and be a father.

Tahimik.

YUMI So you're not gay.

JIGS No.

YUMI You never…

JIGS Ilang beses ka ba ipinanganak? Kulit mo e. It's my turn.

YUMI Homophobe ka no?

JIGS Hindi kaya!

YUMI Whatever…

JIGS Ako na, daya mo naman e.

YUMI Okay, okay. Shoot me.

JIGS How do you see yourself five years from now?

YUMI You expect to win this game? Ang kokorni ng mga tanong mo e.

JIGS The object of this game is not to win.

YUMI E ano pa ba?

JIGS To get to know the other person.

YUMI Sure. Basta ako, I will win this game. Walang thrill ang isang game kung walang
nananalo.

JIGS Sagot.

YUMI May time limit ba ito? (Tatawa) Wine pa nga.

JIGS Sabi nga nila: in vino veritas.

Magsasalin si Jigs ng wine.

YUMI Masarap ang wine, ha? Saan kaya nabili ito? (Iinom) To answer your question,
either maging entrepreneur ako, magsisimula ako ng sarili kong botique or bar, o kaya,
magiging artista ako sa pelikula.

JIGS Not bad.

YUMI Pero mukhang malabo yung stint ko sa movies. Tough ang competition e. Saka
mahina ang manager ko. Panay hosting at pictorials ang nakukuhang raket para sa akin. Papalitan ko na nga e. Pag nakaipon ako, baka magtayo na lang ako ng botique.

JIGS (Magbibiro) Ayaw mo mag-bold?

YUMI Yuck!

JIGS Lahat ng gustong mag-artista doon dumadaan.

YUMI May talent naman ako kahit papano a!

JIGS Lahat naman ng bold star may talent a! Sa dibdib! (Tatawa)

YUMI (Hahampasin ng unan si Jigs) Bastos ka talaga! Akala ko goody-goody ka…
Hindi ko papatulan ang pagbobold kahit ano'ng mangyari no!
Kahit ganito ako, may respeto pa rin naman ako sa sarili ko.

JIGS Ganito? Ano'ng ganito?

Di sasagutin ni Yumi ang tanong.

YUMI These producers think all the people want is sex, sex, sex!
Kaya puro basura ang mga pelikula e. Wine pa nga!

JIGS (Magsasalin ng wine) Bakit naman botique?

YUMI Hoy madaya ka na ha? Hindi pa ako lasing. Ako na'ng magtatanong.
Ang korni mo namang magtanong. Bigatan naman natin nang konti…Inom ka muna.

Iinom si Jigs. Magsasalin siya ng bago.

YUMI Who was your first crush in the barkada?

Tahimik.

YUMI Haha! Bingo ka no? Bagal mo naman sumagot.

Iinumin ang wine. Magsasalin ng bago.

JIGS Lalaki o babae?

Tatawa sila pareho.


YUMI Dapat may time limit ito e.

Tahimik.

JIGS Hirap naman ng tanong mo.

YUMI Iyon nga ang maganda e. Para may thrill. As if naman ibo-broadcast ko sa barkada
kung sino.

JIGS Wine pa?

YUMI Di mo pa sinasagot yung tanong ko, nagtatanong ka na!

Magsasalin ng wine si Jigs kay Yumi.

JIGS Yung crush ko kasi…siyempre, sino pa ba? E di yung pinakamaganda sa barkada.

YUMI Nge. Subjective yon no! Para sa'kin ang pinakagwapo si Joel.
Sa babae, si Kay. Para kay Ronald, si Meg…

JIGS Yung literally na may dating, walang tanung-tanong.
Yung kahit sino'ng tanungin mo sa tropa, objectively, siya ang isasagot.

YUMI Jigs, twenty questions ang game natin. Hindi guessing game. C'mon man.
Play your own game. Pa'no na kung truth or dare to e di pahirapan na. Dadalawa na nga
lang tayo e.

JIGS Yung commercial model.

Matitigilan si Yumi.

YUMI Wine pa nga.

Magsasalin si Jigs. Mag-iisip si Yumi. Iinom. Biglang matatawa.

YUMI (Tumatawa pa rin) Talaga?

JIGS Sige, pagtawanan ba?

YUMI You can say it to my face, I won't bite. Bakit hirap na hirap kang sabihin kung
sino? Takot kang ma-reject? Parang tanong lang e… Wine pa nga!

JIGS Okay, 1 point ka na…

YUMI (Ngiti) Gee…thanks. Flattered naman ako. At kailan naman nangyari ito?

JIGS Sorry, my turn to ask. (Ngingiti) Who is your crush in the barkada… NOW?

YUMI E ginaya mo lang yung tanong ko e.

JIGS Hinde no. May qualifier ako. Ang sabi ko, NOW. Ang tanong mo, first crush ko.

YUMI Korni pa rin. Alam mo, kung basketball ito, tambak ka na.

JIGS Just answer the question.

YUMI Siyempre wala. I told you, I don't have time for these stuff. Kakabreak ko lang di
ba?

JIGS Korni mo namang sumagot.

YUMI E korni yung tanong e. Pero kung talagang-talagang kailangan kong sumagot..
.hmmm…teka…sino nga ba? Sino ba'ng crush material sa barkada? Wala akong maisip
e. Ikaw na lang.

JIGS Yung seryoso naman.

YUMI Seryoso ako. Ayaw mo yata e. Sige, iba na lang…

JIGS E napipilitan ka lang e.

YUMI Uy! Pa'no ba'yan? MU na tayo? Crush mo ko, crush kita…yiheee (Tatawa).

JIGS Dati pa 'yon no!

YUMI Ay? Di mo na ko crush? Bakit, na turn-off ka? Ano namang ginawa ko? Tsk. Tsk.

JIGS Is that your question na?

YUMI Oy, hinde! Ito naman… di ba pwedeng mag-follow-up?

Iinom ng wine si Jigs.

YUMI Fine. Here's a little juicy question: Describe your first kiss.

JIGS That's not even a question.

YUMI Arte mo. O: How was your first kiss like?

Matatawa si Jigs.

JIGS Wet.

YUMI Yuck!

Magtatawanan sila.

JIGS Alam mo, aksidente yung first kiss ko. Close kasi kami nung isa kong kaibigan.
Pag naggu-goodbye ako sa kanya, parati ko siyang kini-kiss sa noo.
E one time, sa gym habang nagpapahinga, nakaupo siya sa sahig. Tinatamad siyang
tumayo. So bumaba ako nang konti para halikan siya sa noo kasi pauwi na ako.
E siya naman, para maabot ko, medyo tumingala. E sakto, sa lips ko siya nahalikan.
Pareho kaming nagulat. Pero di pa kami naghiwalay agad. Weird nga ang feeling e.
Parang may glue! . Ayaw na namin maghiwalay pareho…

Tawa pa rin si Yumi

YUMI Awww. Ang sweet naman. Parang sa pelikula. Si Krissy ba ito?

JIGS Hindi. Hindi mo siya kilala.

YUMI So what happened? Nagkatuluyan kayo?

JIGS Nope.

YUMI Ha?

JIGS Ewan ko ba. Complicated kasi yung situation namin e. May boyfriend siya noon.
Ako naman, takot pa sa isang relationship. Pero at least, na-discover namin na pareho
pala kaming may gusto sa isa't isa. Pero hanggang doon na lang.

YUMI What happened after?

JIGS We talked about it. We both decided na it wont work. Tapos, bigla na lang,
hindi na kami nagkikita. And then, I met you guys, iba na ang barkada ko.

YUMI Nakakatuwa naman.

JIGS Ikaw, pa'no yung first kiss mo?

YUMI Ikaw ang nagturo sa akin ng game na ito di ba? Bakit ba lagi mong bini-break ang
rules? Di mo na pwedeng tanungin 'yan!

JIGS Tine-testing ko lang kung lasing ka na. (Iinom ng wine) Okay, naka-warm-up na
ako: What was the naughtiest thing you ever did?

YUMI 'Yan ang mga tanong! Ano ba'ng ibig mong sabihin ng naughty?

JIGS Bahala kang mag-define.

YUMI Hmmm…marami e…(matatawa) baka maeskandalo ka.

JIGS Kanina ayaw mo ng korni. Ngayong medyo exciting naman…

YUMI Eto na…I had two boyfriends at the same time.

JIGS (Nagulat) Hala.

YUMI I was with Joel and Zach at the same time.

JIGS Yikes. Alam ba ni Joel?

YUMI Kaya nga kami naghiwalay nun e. Nahuli ako (matatawa).

JIGS Ano namang pumasok sa kukote mo't ginawa mo iyon, aber?

YUMI Nag-eexperiment lang! ako. E sa type ko sila pareho e. Ano'ng magagawa ko?
Saka para may thrill. Alam mo iyon? Yung patago kang nakikipag-date sa isa para di
mahuli. Everyday pa akong nakakalibre, kasi, alternate sila!
(Tatawa) Akala n'yo kayo lang mga lalaki ang pwedeng gumawa no'n?

JIGS How can you love two guys at the same time?

YUMI Who said something about love? Walang kinalaman ang love dun. I was…having
fun!

JIGS Nainlove ka na ba, ever?

YUMI Nakakailang tanong ka na? It's my turn.

JIGS Don't you want to answer the question anyway?

YUMI My turn!

JIGS Kulang ka pa sa wine. (Tatawa)

Ubos na ang unang wine bottle. Kukuha si Jigs ng isa pa sa ref.

JIGS Ang bilis nating uminom a.

YUMI Are you still a virgin?

JIGS Whoa! Where did that come from?

YUMI That's my fourth question.

JIGS (Magsasalin ng wine sa mga baso). Ano sa tingin mo?

Ngingiti si Jigs. Tititigan lang siya ni Yumi.

YUMI Don't tell me, wala pang nangyayari sa inyo ni Krissy hanggang ngayon?
Ilang taon na ba kayo?

JIGS Mag-tu-two years na sana next week.

YUMI So virgin ka pa? I don't believe it!

JIGS Mukha ba akong tarantado?

YUMI Mukha kang nagpapaiyak ng babae e.

JIGS Insulto ba 'yon?

YUMI Compliment 'yon, tanga.

JIGS Ah, okay. Thanks.

YUMI Pero, you mean, you never felt the urge to do it?

JIGS Alin? Sex?

YUMI Wow! Nasabi rin niya!

JIGS Of course I always feel it. Natural lang 'yon sa tao no?
Nasa iyo na lang 'yan kung ano'ng gagawin mo sa urge na 'yon.

YUMI E natural naman pala e. Bakit mo pinipigilan? I mean, pag naiihi ka, iihi ka.
Pag nagugutom ka, kakain ka. Pareho lang 'yon, di ba?

JIGS Pag naiihi ka, iihi ka dahil kailangan mong umihi. At hindi ka iihi kahit saan.
Pupunta ka sa banyo. Pag nagugutom ka, kakain ka dahil kailangan.
At hindi mo kinakain ang lahat ng pagkain na ihain sa iyo. Pag di ka gutom, di ka kakain.
Pag di mo gusto yung pagkain, di mo gagalawin. Ang aso, pag may nakitang pagkain
diyan, walang tanung-tanong. Lalamon 'yan.

YUMI And sex is the same?

JIGS Lahat ng bagay, nilalagay sa lugar. May context. At least, yun ang nagpaiba sa atin
sa aso.

YUMI Grabe ka namang magsalita. Para mo na ring sinabing lahat ng nakikipagsex, aso
ah!

JIGS Sinasabi ko lang, pag wala sa tamang konteksto, mali.

YUMI And what is that context?

JIGS Matanda na tayo. Ayokong maging preachy. Alam na natin 'yan.

Tahimik.

JIGS Kaso, kahit alam na natin, minsan di pa rin natin ginagawa.

Tahimik.

JIGS Masarap e. Sino ba'ng ayaw nun?

Tahimik.

YUMI (Medyo nairita) So feeling mo santo ka at dapat kang i-congratulate for being a
virgin!

JIGS Sinasabi ko lang ang pinaniniwalaan ko. Ineexplain ko lang kung bakit di ko
ginagawa. May kanya-kanya tayong dahilan. Di ko pinipilit kahit kanino ang mga paniniwala ko…
No need to get so cross about it, Yumi.

Tahimik.

JIGS It's not about being a virgin or not. It's about putting things into their proper places.

YUMI I'm not arguing with you.

JIGS Me neither. I'm just answering your questions.

Matagal na katahimikan.

Ngingiti si Jigs. Titignan niya si Yumi na medyo nairita sa nakaraang train of
conversation nila. Magsasalin siya ng wine para kay Yumi.

JIGS Nasobrahan ka na yata sa wine e. (Tatawa)
You still wanna go on with the game? Nine pa lang tayo, eleven more to go. (Ngingiti)

YUMI Shoot me.

JIGS Who was your first lay?

YUMI: (Hahampasin ng unan si JIGS) Ang bastos mo talaga! So inaassume mo na
hindi na ako virgin?

JIGS: E sabi mo kasi, walang thrill ang game pag walang nananalo e. So I guess I'm
winning. Saka wala naman akong inimply na ganun a! I'm just hitting two birds with one
stone. Kasi kung virgin ka, e di simple lang ang sagot: wala. Kung hindi naman, e di
sino?

YUMI: Ang daya mo.

JIGS: Akala ko ba ayaw mo ng korning tanong.

YUMI: You think I'll answer that after giving your sermon, Father JIGS?

JIGS: Ano ka ba? Inexplain ko lang yung personal reasons ko. Kung ano man ang sa iyo,
I'll respect them as well as I know you respect mine. I'm no saint. I'm just trying to get to
know you better. (Ngingiti)

YUMI: How do you do that?

JIGS: Alin?

YUMI: I should have walked out on you kanina pa pero the way you say things…parang
bumabaliktad sa yo…makes you more…charming. Kung ibang tao ka siguro, di na kita
kakausapin.

JIGS: You can't walk out. We're locked here for three days except for meals.

YUMI: So I'm forced to like you para di masira ang vacation ko. (Ngingiti)

JIGS: You don't have to answer my question if you don't want.

YUMI: I guess I'll be honest with you as you were honest with me…

Tahimik. Iinom ng wine si YUMI.

YUMI: Di mo siya kilala. His name was Robert. He was my first boyfriend. It was Senior
Prom Night. Alam mo na…typical senior prom story. Everyone wants to lose it on prom
night. Everyone thinks na pag prom night, it was something special. We went out sa hall
nang maaga. We made out sa kotse niya. One thing led to the other. Tapos, yun…yun na.
We went back just in time for the awarding of the prom queen. Guess what, I won pa.
(Mahinang tawa)

JIGS: What was it like?

YUMI: Now that I look back, it isn't as special as I thought it was. Pero it was different
then. Back then, we were just led by our passions. Alam mo yon? Andun ka na.
Hormones raging wild. Passions and Ideals are confused. Akala mo love, yun pala,
curious ka lang pala. Akala mo yun na yon. Akala mo you are in-love at lahat ng gawin
mo tama. Lahat ng gawin mo perfect. Everything was magical…well, almost.

JIGS: Almost…?

YUMI: Sa next question mo na 'yan. Ako na.

JIGS: (Pabiro) Wine pa? Kulang ka pa yata e.

YUMI: Nilalasing mo ko no? May balak ka sa kin no? (Tatawa)

JIGS: Is that your question? Sasagutin ko na. (Tatawa)

YUMI: Engot. Hindi yon. Here's something na curious lang ako. Kasi I've been hearing
things…saka you've hinted on it na rin kanina…Are you still with Krissy?

JIGS: Hindi na.

YUMI: Since when?

JIGS: Two, maybe three weeks ago?

YUMI: Sino'ng nakipag-break?

JIGS: Pareho kami.

YUMI: Why?

JIGS: Maraming dahilan, actually. Naisip na lang namin na it won't work. Isa na don,
magkaiba kami ng gustong mangyari sa buhay. Magkaiba kami ng mga pinaniniwalaan.

YUMI: Like what?

JIGS: Marami.

YUMI: At ngayon mo lang nalaman iyon after two years with her?

JIGS: People change, YUMI.

Tahimik.

JIGS: Right before graduation, she asked me to move in with her.

YUMI: Talaga?

JIGS: Sabi niya, doon na naman din daw papunta ang relasyon namin. Might as well
practice na raw for the real thing. Tutal, she's working na naman, ako naman bagong
graduate, we should try out na raw living together if it'll work for us.

YUMI: Natakot ka sa arrangement?

JIGS: Hindi naman sa natakot. If you love someone, ano pa ng ikakatakot mo, di ba?

YUMI: E bakit umayaw ka?

JIGS: It's just that, it's not my thing.

YUMI: ! Sabi na nga ba e, bakla ka no? Sinasayang mo ang opportunities! (Matatawa)

JIGS: Hindi ako oportunista. At lalong hindi ako bakla.

YUMI: Fine.

JIGS: Naisip ko lang na hindi pa pala ako handa sa mga ganitong bagay. Wala pa sa isip
ko ang gano'n. Na-shock siguro ako sa reality na iyon na nga ang next step sa relationship
namin. I mean, two years of being together and knowing each other, we're practically
ready to get married, if you know what I mean. Pero I realized, I'm not ready for any of
these. Narealize ko how immature I am. Na iba yung ideals ko two years ago sa ideals ko
ngayon. I need to mature some more to get into this thing I mean, getting married. Diyos
ko, ilang taon lang ba ako…

YUMI: Maturity has nothing to do with age.

JIGS: But it has a lot to do with time.

Tahimik.

JIGS: So I thought, bakit kailangan ng practice mode? Ibig sabihin, pag sumablay kami,
split na kami? Live like a couple minus the commitment? Pa'no pag nawala na yung
magic? Goodbye na?
Iinom ng wine si JIGS.

JIGS: Kung kasal na, kasal na. Wala nang practice. I think that's the real cowardice. Yung
i-try muna natin kung it will work kasi takot kayo na baka hindi maging successful ang
outcome. Saan na napunta ang excitement ng buhay? Kaya nga kayo in-love, para sabay
kayong humarap sa totoong buhay, sa hirap at ginahawa, di ba? (Matatawa) Hindi yung
pagpapraktisan muna ninyo para siguradong ginhawa lang.
Magkikibit-balikat lang si JIGS.

YUMI: Are you always like that?

JIGS: Like what?

YUMI: So cerebral in everything. Kahit pagdating sa relationships.

JIGS: Life is too precious para lang daanin sa trial and error.

Ngingiti si JIGS. Tahimik.

YUMI: So, No hard feelings?

JIGS: Friends pa rin kami. She still calls me up nga sa bahay e.

YUMI: That's nice.

JIGS: Kayo, bakit kayo nagbreak ni Carlo?

YUMI: That's your sixth na ha?

JIGS: Sure.

YUMI: Alam mo, ironic para sa akin yung break-up namin ni Carlo. And the funny thing
was, it was about…sex. Uy, sa atin lang ito ha?

JIGS: Of course.

YUMI: Kasi nga, I was looking for that magic nga di ba? I wanted to be in a relationship
na special naman. So of all the boyfriends I had, sa kanya lang ako walang sexual
relationship. As in nag-aabstain talaga ako. Kasi parang naisip ko, para magkaroon
naman ng meaning yung making love di ba? Parang, dapat di mo parating ginagawa, at
ginagawa mo lang when you are sincere with yourself and with your partner. So I was
investing muna emotionally. And I was actually starting to care about him. Yung, hindi
ko na iniisip yung sarili ko.Yung siya lang ang inaalala ko. Akala ko perfect na…

JIGS: Ano'ng nangyari?

YUMI: Patunayan ko raw na mahal ko siya. Magbigay daw ako ng proof. Pagbigyan ko
raw siya. Sabi ko sa kanya, hindi pa ba sapat na proof yon? Na I'm saving myself for that
right moment, that special moment between us? Alam mo'ng ginawa? Nilayasan ako!

JIGS: You deserve someone better.

YUMI: Talaga!

YUMI: Isipin mo, kung kelan naman I grew tired of meaningless sex, when I'm looking
for the real thing, saka naman mawawala. Ang ironic ng buhay no?

JIGS: That's the way we must learn.

YUMI: Alam mo, kung tutuusin, never ko pang na-experience yung tunay na mag makelove.
And I had to go all through those relationships para lang ma-realize yun. At least,
ngayon, alam ko na ang hinahanap ko.

Iinom ng wine.

YUMI: Ikaw ba, importante sa yo na virgin ang mapapangasawa mo? How do you see
virginity ba?

JIGS: Alam mo, di ko pa napag-isipan yan. Pero now that you ve mentioned it…It doesn't
matter kung virgin ang mapangasawa ko o hindi. Of course I value virginity a lot. I treat
it as the only real gift I could give to my wife to be. Imaginin mo na lang di ba, kung wife
ko ang una ko. It's like the perfect wedding gift I could give to her. Pero kung siya hindi
na virgin, I wouldn't care. As long as mahal ko siya. Kasi I don't expect her to give me
the same gift. I don't do something because I expect people to do the same to me. Ibigay
niya sa akin ang sarili niya nang buong-buo, sapat na sa akin yon. Masaya na ako sa
ganoon.

YUMI: (Mapapangiti si YUMI.) You know, that's the nicest thing I ever heard from a
guy. That's why I always enjoy talking to you. You always say the nicest things.

JIGS: Wow. Salamat. E ikaw, is making love to you equal to love?

YUMI: I always took sex and love as opposite ideas. I mean, after the first time na…you
know…sa Senior prom. Kasi afterwards, we broke up na ni Robert. Tapos naisip ko, yun
na ba yung love? Baka hindi love yung naramdaman ko. Baka napagkamalan ko lang
siyang love. I was just after the pleasure of intimacy. And then I felt empty. So empty.
That's why I wanted to change. I wanted to believe in making love. And I'm still looking
for it. Yung magic. Yung feeling mo, tao ka pala. I never felt that kahit isang beses. Men
have penetrated my body but never my soul. And I wanted that. I wanted someone to
touch my soul. To make love to my soul through my body. Pero siguro, naging numb na
ko sa dami ng relasyong pinagdaanan ko. Hindi ko alam kung mararanasan ko pa iyon.
That's why I envy you.

Tahimik.

YUMI: Sa tingin mo may pag-asa pa ako?

JIGS: You still have your soul…(Ngingiti)

Tahimik.

YUMI: With whom would you want to experience it?

JIGS: Of course, sa asawa ko.

YUMI: I mean, someone in particular. Take it as my seventh question.So give a name.

JIGS: A name? Hindi ko alam. Basta kung sino ang magiging asawa ko.

Tahimik. Magkikibit-balikat si YUMI. Iinom ng wine.

JIGS: Well, I always thought na it was Krissy. And then, it was just gone. Of course I
loved her. And I still do. Pero the magic was just gone after we both found out na
magkaiba kami ng mga prinsipyo sa buhay.

Tahimik.

JIGS: My turn?

YUMI: Shoot me.

JIGS: Tell me something…a secret. Yung wala kahit isang nakakaalam.

Matagal na katahimikan.

JIGS: You trust me naman di ba?

YUMI: Well, you've earned it, alright.

JIGS: Saka wala akong tinatago sa yo. Sinagot ko lahat ng tanong mo as honestly as I
could. (Ngingiti)

YUMI: I uhm…

JIGS: Yes…?

YUMI: I need more wine.

Magsasalin si JIGS ng wine.

JIGS: Take your time. We have less than fifty hours to go.

Iinom ng wine si YUMI.

YUMI: I'll tell you something no one in the world knows except one other person. And
that person probably forgot all about me already.

JIGS: (Pabiro) What? You had sex with a stranger?

YUMI: Ano ka ba?

JIGS: Biro lang. Seryoso na.

YUMI: Promise ha? Hindi ito lalabas.

JIGS: Promise.

YUMI: If this goes out, I will hunt you kahit sa libingan mo. Huhukayin kita at papatayin
kita ulit.

JIGS: Mamatay man ako ngayon.

YUMI: Okay…(Pause) I…I was with Joel then… (Magiging mas seryoso ang tono niya)
…and Zach. I wasn't really with Zach, I was just going out with him pag wala si Joel,
alam mo na…making out and stuff…Well, anyway, I was kinda serious din naman with
Joel that time. Joel and I were…you know…doing it. And…

JIGS: And…?

YUMI: Uhm…I…uhm…I got pregnant.

JIGS: What?

Tahimik. Iinom ng wine si YUMI.

YUMI: I uhm…shit. Hindi ko naman talaga ginusto e. Uhm…Two months akong
delayed…then I took that test. I found out na buntis nga ako…and Joel found out about
Zach (maluha-luha na) and I didn't know what to say, you know? Maniniwala ba naman
sa akin si Joel na naaliw lang ako kay Zach? Na I didn't really love him? Na wala lang
iyon? And so he broke up with me and…I..uhm…I was afraid and uhm…(Magsisimula
siyang magbreak-down)

JIGS: It's okay…

YUMI: I uhm…hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko, Joel left me. I wanted to tell him about
the baby to make him come back but I don't think he'd believe me after the thing with
Zach…and…my parents are gonna kill me if…shit. (iiyak)

JIGS: (lalapit kay YUMI para i-console ito) Ssshhh…you don't have to tell me this if it
upsets you…

YUMI: And so I went to a clinic…(hahagulgol) I didn't mean to, JIGS. I wasn't myself
then. And I felt so afraid. So alone…

JIGS: Tahan na. Ssshhh…
Iiyak lang si YUMI kay JIGS. Yayakapin ni JIGS si YUMI.

JIGS: Alam ba to ni Joel?

YUMI: How can I tell him? The only other person na nakakaalam ay yung duktor sa
clinic. God…(iiyak) Oh God…

JIGS: It's alright…

Hihimasin ni JIGS ang likod ni YUMI. Patatahanin niya ito. Matagal silang nakaganito
lang.

Matagal na katahimikan.

YUMI: Can you get me my yosi?

Tatayo si JIGS. Pupunta sa may side table sa tabi ng kama. Kukunin ang Yosi ni YUMI.
Magsisindi siya ng isa at iaabot kay YUMI.

YUMI: Thanks…
Matagal na katahimikan.

YUMI: If we were…if we were the last two people on earth, would you consider doing it
with me?

JIGS: Doing what?

YUMI: Alam mo na…

JIGS: Alin? (Teasing ngingiti)

YUMI: Gago mo. (Ngingiti)

JIGS: Ngumiti rin.

YUMI: So? Would you?

JIGS: Alin nga? Di mo masabi no? Bakit di mo masabi? (Pagtatawanan si YUMI)
Sabihin mo nga: Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex!

YUMI: Shut up nga!

JIGS: That's your eight na, ha?

YUMI: I lost count. Answer it.

JIGS: Why not?

Hihithit ng yosi si YUMI. Tahimik. Sasandal si YUMI sa balikat ni JIGS.

JIGS: If you could be something else, what would you be?

YUMI: I dunno…maybe a violin…yeah. Violin siguro.

JIGS: Bakit?

YUMI: I always saw the relationship of a violin and its player as very intimate. Pag
tumutugtog ang violinist, ang nakikita ko at naririnig ko, he strokes the soul of the
instrument and the instrument penetrates the soul of the player. Para silang nagmi-make
love. Di ba? Very sexy, very intimate, very sublime. Di ba? Pareho silang sincere sa isa't
isa. Dahil kung hindi sila sincere, walang music na mabubuo. The violin surrenders her
body to her player, her whole body and her whole soul, in full trust and sincerity. Di ba,
compared to the sound of the other instruments, ang tunog ng violin parang isang naked
woman? A naked woman in surrender? I want to be a violin. I want to be stroked in the
soul. I want to make sincere music. I want to experience the sound of love.
Tahimik.

JIGS: Lalim nun ah. (Ngingiti)

YUMI: Pa'no mo malalamang in-love ka na?

JIGS: Paano? I! Don't think there s a formula to that. Basta malalaman mo na lang. I
mean, ilang beses lang ba nangyari sa akin yon? I'd like to believe na yun na nga
yon…yung kay Krissy…

YUMI: Kwento mo nga…paano mo narealize dati na mahal mo nga si Krissy?

JIGS: Alam mo nakakatawa…korni actually. Babalik na naman ako sa pagiging korni
nito e. Di ba ayaw mo sa korni.

YUMI: Sige na. Hindi na kita aasarin.

JIGS: I heard bells.

YUMI: Ano?

JIGS: Seryoso. Bigla na lang, habang nag-uusap kami, may narinig na lang akong bells,
tapos music. Ewan ko kung iniimagine ko lang yon pero yun ang nangyari. Nakakatawa
nga e. Parang kanta ng Beatles.

YUMI: Seryoso ka ba?

JIGS: O baka naman nagkataon noong oras na yon, may nagkakantahan sa kung saan sa
school. Basta may narinig akong bells. Tapos napangiti ako. Pagtingin ko sa mata niya,
iba na ang nakikita ko. Hindi ko na siya nakita as kabarkada lang. Biglang parang may
magic. Hindi ko ma-explain. Baduy pero ganun. Tapos I just seized the moment.
Umamin ako. A week later, kami na.

YUMI: Korni nga. (Matatawa)

JIGS: Korni talagang pakinggan. Pero pag nandun ka na. Pag naranasan mo na, feeling
mo, hindi na korni.

Ngingiti si YUMI. Tahimik.

YUMI: Alam mo, may times na parang tunog violin ang boses mo. O lasing lang ako?
Tahimik.

JIGS: I'm into my last question.

Iaangat ni YUMI ang ulo niya.

YUMI: Shoot me. Better make it good.

JIGS: If you were again to be the next victim of this tradition, if you were to be locked up
in this room again…who would you want the next guy to be?

YUMI: (Mag-iisip) I want someone whom I could talk to… Yung makukwentuhan ko ng
mga sikreto ko. Yung may sense makipag-usap. Yung may laman. The violin player
who'd stroke my strings…not even. Yung mapapatunog niya ang strings ko without even
touching them. (Tahimik) Lumuluwag na ang dila ko…kung anu-ano na ang nasasabi ko.
(Ngingiti)

Tititigan lang ni JIGS si YUMI. Tahimik.

YUMI: Siyempre yung masarap kausap.

Tahimik. Hindi makatingin si YUMI.

YUMI: Yung kahit habambuhay wala kaming gawin kundi mag-usap… I think it's better
than making love.

Mapapatingin si YUMI kay JIGS.

YUMI: Gosh I want to kiss you so badly.

Matitigilan siya.

YUMI: I can't believe I just said that.

Tahimik. Titignan niya ulit si JIGS.

YUMI: Don't you want to kiss me?

Pause. Titignan siya ni JIGS sa mata.

JIGS: Is that your last question? (Ngingiti si JIGS)

YUMI: Yes.

JIGS: Yes.


DILIM…

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Meaning of BUSY : it's scary but very true

Satan called a worldwide convention of demons.

In his opening address he said,


"We can't keep Christians from going to church."


"We can't keep them from reading their Bibles and knowing the truth...."


"We can't even keep them from forming an intimate relationship with
Their SAVIOR."


"Once they gain that connection with JESUS, our power over them is
Broken."


"So let them go to their churches; let them have their covered dish dinners,
BUT steal their time, so they don't have time to develop a relationship
With JESUS CHRIST.."


"This is what I want you to do," said the devil:


"Distract them from gaining hold of their SAVIOR and maintaining that
Vital connection throughout their day!"


"How shall we do this?" his demons shouted.


"Keep them busy in the non-essentials of life and invent innumerable
Schemes to occupy their minds," he answered....


"Tempt them to spend, spend, spend, and borrow, borrow, borrow."


"Persuade the wives to go to work for long hours and the husbands to work
6-7 days each week, 10-12 hours a day, so they can afford their empty
Lifestyles."


"Keep them from spending time with their children."


"As their families fragment, soon, their homes will offer no escape from
The pressures of work!"


"Over-stimulate their minds so that they cannot hear that still, small voice."


"Entice them to play the radio or I-Pod whenever they drive." To
Keep the TV, DVDs, CDs and their PCs going constantly in their home and see
To it that every store and restaurant in the world plays non-biblical music
Constantly."


"This will jam their minds and break that union with CHRIST."


"Fill the coffee tables with magazines and newspapers."


"Pound their minds with the news 24 hours a day."


"Invade their driving moments with billboards."


"Flood their mailboxes with junk mail, mail order catalogs, sweepstakes, and
Every kind of newsletter and promotional offering free products, services
And false hopes."


"Keep skinny, beautiful models on the magazines and TV so their husbands
Will believe that outward beauty is what's important, and they'll
Become dissatisfied with their wives. "


"Keep the wives too tired to love their husbands at night."


"Give them headaches too! "


"If they don't give their husbands the love they need, they will begin to
Look elsewhere."


"That will fragment their families quickly!"


"Give them Santa Claus to distract them from teaching their children the
Real meaning of Christmas..."


"Give them an Easter bunny so they won't talk about HIS resurrection
And power over sin and death..."


"Even in their recreation, let them be excessive."


"Have them return from their recreation exhausted."


"Keep them too busy to go out in nature and reflect on
GOD'S creation.
Send them to amusement parks, sporting events, plays, concerts, and movies
Instead."


"Keep them busy, busy, busy!"


"And when they meet for spiritual fellowship, involve them in gossip and
Small talk so that they leave with troubled consciences. "


"Crowd their lives with so many good causes they have no time to seek
Power from JESUS."


"Soon they will be working in their own strength, sacrificing their health
And family for the good of the cause."


"It will work!"


"It will work!"


It was quite a plan!


The demons went eagerly to their assignments causing Christians everywhere
To get busier & more rushed, going here & there.


Having little time for their GOD or their families.


Having no time to tell others about the power of JESUS to change lives.


I guess the question is, has the devil been successful in his schemes?


You be the judge!!!!!


Does "BUSY" mean: B-eing U-nder S-atan's Y-oke?

Monday, October 18, 2010

just sharing this beautiful story:

ALWAYS REMEMBER: LOVE AS IF THERE's NO TOMORROW

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you.
She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth.
But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage.
But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car,
and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years
of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I
could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her
cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be
firmer and clearer now. The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table.
I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful
day with Dew.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions:
she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live a normal life as possible.

Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to
disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more,
she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the
front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together
bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions...

She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has
to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my
divorce intention was explicitly expressed.

So when I carried her out on the first day, we both
appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words
brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten
meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded,
feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove
alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance
of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time..
I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying!
Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.


On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who
had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again.
I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by.
Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but
could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger.
I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her
more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said,
Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had
become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly.
I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held
her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded
my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter
weight made me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school.
I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office.... jumped out of the car
swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs.
Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said.
I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce.
My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives,
not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into
my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears.
I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to
write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I
arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
She had been suffering from a lingering illness (no wonder she was losing weight fast) and I didn't even know!
She never told me because all she asked for was to savor a happy marriage in her final moments, which I knew I
took away from her. It was too late to let her know how sorry I am and how much she means to me.

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the
money in the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give
happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that
build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

"However, each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself, and the wife must respect her husband." Ephesians 5:33

SMALL MISUNDERSTANDINGS MAY RESULT IN A LIFETIME OF REGRETS....

Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking
Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with
us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother
endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see
him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great
deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where
he is today. I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which
has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant
greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up
and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he
said: "Lets go fetch mother".

Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to test on his chest and enjoy the
feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his
pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he
would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender
and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.

Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For
example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she
could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people
spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat flowers!"
I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also
become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum,
this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it". Mother
stopped saying anything.

But every time thereafter, whenever came home with flowers, she would ask
me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and express
displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she
would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly
and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose
and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of
everything would solve it." There begins the friction to our otherwise
happy lifestyle.

Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast.
In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the
breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds
before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her
chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I am a
dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from along day of
dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few
minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the
protest mother makes.

From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her
help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds
of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and
resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would
scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as
not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again. One day, late at
night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her
bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a
difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire
night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally
ignored me.... I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared
at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly
die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?" After that incident,
for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that
there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house.

During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to
please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother
took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any
prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily
eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having
failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast
situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That
night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it
because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not
to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears
as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me.. After some time, hubby sighed:
"LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice
but to return to the breakfast table.

The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a
sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my
throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw
down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just
as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly
in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me
with fire burning in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but no words came out of
it, I really did not mean it.

We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then
stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final
stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby
did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother
arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do
you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and
I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening
at home, I was at then low point in my life. Finally, a colleague said:
"LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor." The doctor
confirmed that I am pregnant.

Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of
sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and
mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this
being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby
standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had
wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I
couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally
found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted
look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to look
at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge
inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have
him lift me up and spin me around in circles
of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears
started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of
one fight?

Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look
in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, sound
of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby
with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at
him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money
and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a
rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried
laugh and tears starting streaming down again.

The next day, I did not go to work.. I wanted to clear this out and have a
good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a
weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in
the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the
time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at
me, his face was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin
face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this
happen?

Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only
the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief
facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the
house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go
back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she
tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus
came and hit her...I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I
had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if....In his
heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother.

Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong
liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and
could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are
going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his
eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I
had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding
though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.

Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby
came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were
living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the
dead knot in his heart. One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking
into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other
and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant.
After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood
in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have
nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl
looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched
out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging me. I can
only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of
death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will
collapse together with the baby inside me. That night, he did not come
home; he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me: Following
mother's death so did our love for each other.

He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home
from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned
to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire
to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my medical
checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy
carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office
colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I
will not.. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of
repaying mother for causing her death.

One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole
house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this
piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it. In
the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace
within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while,
I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine.
As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you
cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out
from there. After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my
bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the
paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on
it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" Since mother's
accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my
tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok,
you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other.
Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart,
everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never
reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me. I
had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the
western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I
will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in each other's
heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been
waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had
gone past is gone forever and could not repeated.

Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth
to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he
buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to
him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had
vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom,
but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice
but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light
sounds of groaning, I kept quiet... This used to be his trick; last time,
whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find
out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has
forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned because there was
love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off
continuing but I continuously ignored him.

Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products,
children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it
stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to
reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice
but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his
computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of that
matters to me anymore.

It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late
night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into
the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for
this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding
my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the
journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and
hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth
body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as
much as he did? He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in;
his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction
pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes
tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand.
Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I
cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes
of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the
truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that
moment. Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer,
it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to
last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer.
Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his
funeral."

I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room
and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me. Hubby's cancer
was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought
that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son:
"Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you
before I fall, is my biggest wish now.... I know that in your life, you
will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany
you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer
has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible
difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you
meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion ... Son,
after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you
through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your
mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the
one who loves me most..." From play school to primary school, to secondary,
university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything
big and small was written there.

Hubby has also written a letter for me: "My dear, to marry you is my
biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me
for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful
mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My dear, if you cried, it means
that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving
me...These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally,
could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what
to give when are all written on the packaging... "

Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over
and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son
to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He struggled to open his
eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving
his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound
of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face....
A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this world
is gone forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the
blissful footsteps to our family. Our originals intend of having Mother
enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went
terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price,
everything became too late."........

This is a true story.