Many Happy Returns

"So, what's the drama all about?" was my opening salvo the moment Rudeboy picked-up the phone.

"I'll just tell you about it when we meet up later," he replied.

"The usual place, I suppose? Ten-ish?"

"Yes, I'll text you later what time exactly."

"Alrighty, I'll see you later!"

Isang Munting Wish (NSFW)

Tinananong  ng aking band of brothers kung ano daw ang wish ko.

Sabi ko, na kasama ko sila nung gabi na yun e wish enough na. Mababaw lang naman ang kaligayahan ko e.

Pero echuzerang froglette si Eternal Wanderer. Meron talagang syang gustong makasama nung gabing yun:

NSFW

Sana ako na lang yung twalya hihihihi

E kung sana sya yung kasama ko buong gabi, e di sana kumpleto kumpleto yung eve ng 27th b-day ko.

Oo, 27th b-day ko. Walang kokontra sa 27th, ok? HAHAHAHAHAHA

Isang Tunay na Masayang Pasko

At sa tuwing pagsikat at paglubog ng araw
Nagsisimula't nagwawakas sa salitang "ikaw"
Kaya huwag mo nang itanong kung ano pa sa akin ay kulang
Dahil bawat araw kasama ka ay Paskong walang hanggan.

- Paskong Walang Hanggan  (Ryan Cayabyab/Jose Javier Reyes)

 And a Merry Christmas to one and all! :)

100

Ngayon ko lang napansin na naka-100 followers na pala ako. Sa totoo lang, nung una akong nag-sulat sa blog, hindi ko naisip na meron palang susubaybay dito.  Di ko nga akalain na merong magtyatyagang magbasa ng mga pinagsususulat ko.  Sabagay, pati rin ako siguro, di ko rin babasahin an mga sinulat ko noon. Puro emo mode kasi e.  Para bang di ako magsususlat kung hindi ako emo.  Pero nakakapagod din pala ang maging gloomy and whine-y all the time hehehehe

Farewell to Never Never Land

"We can only offer," she paused for a moment, "this certain amount. Tell me then, why would you accept it?"

The girl in front of me was pretty and charming.  And she was made of steel, too.  Being of the petite and fragile looks, I thought she would be a pushover.  I was shooting back questions after questions even as she was interviewing me. But she held her ground against my not-so-subtle probing. I was impressed.  I made a mental note not to judge a book by its cover. Looks can really be deceiving.

Dog Style

Presenting my baby:

A Note to My Mom and Myself

Mom always says that I'm the best birthday gift she's ever received.

Let me amend that, Mom:

You're the only Mom I could ever want for my birthday.

Many happy returns to us on our birthday, Mom.

I love you.

The Magic of an Untroubled Heart

It was half past two in the morning when my phone rang. Since I was already curled up in bed, reading a book, the temptation to ignore it was just a little bit too much. "I wonder who it is," I mused, "It's not everyday that someone calls at this ungodly hour."

The continued ringing broke my train of thoughts.  It was insistent, so grudgingly, I rose and went to the table where my phone was.  I looked at who was calling - and I couldn't help but grin.

In Search Of, One Year Later

When I created this blog way back in 2007, I never really expected that I would be able to sustain writing continuously. True enough, I did not, except for a couple of entries. In fact, I never even wrote a single post in 2008.

Taking the Cup of Kindness

And on the last day of 2009, Eternal Wanderer bids 2009 a good riddance goodbye, and wishes eveyone a joyful incoming 2010!

Cheers to you, guys and gals!

UST Singers Alumni of America featuring their quintessential soprano, Joan Cano

The Year that is About to Pass

A roller coaster year.

Cagbalete. The Great Flood. Mom's visit. Band of brothers. Binondo. Relatives ahoy. Hello Kitty. Bohol. Blogging. Loss. Generosity of spirit. Learning.  La Union. Blogger friends. Injury. Cebu. Happiness. Vigan. Tampuhan. SF. Spice. Desktop suvives. Bataan.  Teaching. Musa survives. Triumph.

Life.

Now, I welcome 2010 with open arms.

A Christmas Carol

"Look around about and see, 
what a world of wonder this world can be!"

Despite a rough year, this is the perfect time to remember that there are still plenty of things to be grateful for.

With this performance he sang at, Eternal Wanderer wishes all his family, friends, and readers, and his Hello Kitty, a truly meaningful season.

A Merry, Merry Christmas to you all!

Paskong Walang Hanggang

Tinanong mo sa akin kung ano ang gusto ko
upang mapaligaya ang aking Pasko.
Bakit mo pa kaya kailangan sabihin sa akin 'yan,
para naman kasi hindi mo pa alam.

Ang aking araw-araw ay iyo ng iniba
mula pa nung ikaw ay aking nakilala.
Pinasayaw ang ikot ng aking munting mundo,
binigyan ng dahilan ang bawat oras at minuto.

The Story of My Art 3

The Story of my Art 2

On the day itself, I deliberately refrained from running through the two pieces.  Some of the members were asking expecting a full run.

I said no.

I told them, "We have been practicing for the past five weeks.  What would another run though do except tire you out?  Everything that was needed to be learned was already covered.  I'm not asking you to be perfect, but what I'm asking for is that you give your best shot when you go onstage.  I'm doing this because I have to trust that I taught you well.  I have to trust that you will perform with all honesty and integrity.  I have faith that you will deliver, so you have to have faith in yourselves."

Mothers and Sons, Redux

Tonight, I brought my mom to the airport.

She spent a good three weeks here at the house where my father and I live.  It was actually a preliminary trip to prepare for her impending retirement come next year.  She went about her business of seeing to whatever things that may be needed when she finally returns for good.

At first, I was hesitant about the idea of her living with my dad and I.  After all, she has been gone for a very long time.  Like I said before, I may have already forgotten how it is to be a son to her, and she might have already forgotten how it is to be a mother to me.

The Lusting of Eternal Wanderer

Si Eternal Wanderer ay tunay na dalisay, busilak, and mayumi.  Sa totoo lang, maraming naiingit sa pagiging ganun nya.  Nangunguna na dito si Yj.  Pero okay lang yun Yj. Libre naman ang mangarap, di ba?

Wahahahaha

Jowk lang Yj a. Peace tayo, sis!

Nung nag-umpisa syang magsulat ng blog, wala kamuang-muang sa mga makamunduhan na pamamalakad si Eternal Wanderer.  Pero ng 'di mag-laon, namulat ang mga kanyang mga mata sa mga samu't-saring kahalayan na umiikot sa blogosphere.  Salamat kay Jay Vee, Lukayo, at Ash, nag-mistulang Eva Fonda Eba si Eternal Wanderer - isang Eba na nakakagat sa mansanas ng gawaing laman na kailanman e di pa nya nararanasan.

Susmariosep! Kapag malaman ang mga gawing ito ng kanyang  Mamá at Papá, e baka tanggalin sya ng mana.  Hindi pa yata handa ang laking kumbentong Eternal Wanderer na maglalalakad sa kalye't maging kalapating mababa ang lipad.

Pero okay lang yun.  Kasi ngayon, tuwang-tuwa si Eternal Wanderer na makaranas ng mga kahindik-hindik na pagnanasa para sa bagay na ito:

Ang light-saber ni Rudeboy

Mainit-init. Nakakapaso. Aw!

How the Sun Shines

Five Minutes

The light from the sun was gently streaming through the windows while I was having a leisure brunch around ten in the morning.  My phone rang all of a sudden, so I took a peek at who was calling.

I was in for a nice surprise.

It was Spice.

He asked if I was doing anything. I teasingly replied that he only calls me if he needs something. He laughed boisterously.

(I can picture how his laugh brings out his dimples.)

I told him, "Nandito ka sa Manila ano?"

"Oo. Eternal Wanderer, kung wala kang ginagawa, gala naman tayo," he sheepishly said.

It has been a while since I last saw him. I heard he was working out. I was curious how he looked like now. I was also looking for a reason to get out of the house.

I probably could have come up with a thousand and one more excuses to justify my meeting up with Spice. Perhaps, if I just acknowledged one thing, just one thing, then I would not have gone through all the trouble rationalizing my decision.

And that one thing was that I did want to meet up with Spice.

So I said yes.

-----

It was a bright afternoon while I was waiting in the car for Spice to arrive; a far cry from the dismal weather the city has been experiencing of late.

Then I saw him. He was down the street, walking towards the car from a short distance. The sun  was basking him in the light, making his dark blue jeans and light blue shirt take on a fair hue.

"He still cuts a dapper figure. And yes, he is still manages to take my breath away," I mused to myself.

The mellowness of a memory past rippled through the surface of my thoughts.  At first, I couldn't articulate the dim reflections in my mind.  My brows gathered as I tried to grab at the meanderings. All I knew that the scene playing right before me had a tone that was amicably familiar.

At that instant, I relaxed and smiled.

I smiled because I remembered.

I remembered as only one can when sun gently shines on the heart; as only one can when the mind's skies are overcast no more.

(I couldn't help but smile.  For it was a good memory after all.)

-----

We spent most part of the afternoon in a mall doing nothing and everything.  He needed a haircut. I needed to run some errands for my father. He also badgered me for some driving lessons, and I obliged willingly.  We wound up in U.P.; and soon enough, he was able to master the intricate balance of clutch and gas in the first gear.

I had a good time.  I really did.  And before sleep overtook me in bed that night, I realized why I enjoyed every moment of it.

It is because the day is beautiful when the skies are already clear and the rains are no more.

It is because now, I can truly see how the sun shines, warm and bright in my life.

One Hundred!

Wow, the hundredth post on my blog!

Thanks to Trip and E, I let myself be convinced to write here actively. Previously, the only way you could make me write was to show me the moolah. You see, I never really considered myself a prolific writer. Sure, I knew I could write, but I had to sweat blood for me to churn out words. The only way for me to write was if my arm was twisted or I was shown the oh-so-lovely dough. Even then, I'd still have to agonize just to produce a single paragraph.

Now, I'm still no prolific writer. Yes, sometimes I still do sweat blood to produce a paragraph or two. But that's fine because when I write here, I write for the love of and not because I'm being paid or forced whatsoever. In other words, I write here because I want to write. Huge, huge, huge difference it makes.

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For the good friends I have made while writing here.

For the good friends that have read, and continue to read my stuff.

For the blogs that I have read and still read.

For those who have read, and still read my blog.

A heartfelt thanks, and may the words continue to flow out of my fingertips!

La Isla de las Marias Quatro Mahaderas viudas de las Mujeres Vaklitahs-Jones, o Paano Nagbakasyon ang Tropa ni Eternal Wanderer sa Island of Desire 1

Dahil kaladkarin nga ang tropa ni Eternal Wanderer, sila ay mahilig maglalagalag kung saan-saan. This time naman, e naiisipan nila mag-beach sa kalagitnaan ng bagyo season. Pero okay lang, wala namang bagyo nun naglakwatsa sila. On the other hand, sila nga ang nagkalat ng unos ng ka-vekhihan sa isla na ito:

Cagbalete Island!

Ang taray ng tempation island, ano?

May pagka-epic adventure yung pagpunta nila dito. At ito ay nag-umpisa sa usap nila ni Totoy Mola sa YM.

Totoy Mola: Hoy, vehki!
Eternal Wanderer: Bakit, tuod?
TM: Gumawa ka nga ng schedule at costing ng lakad natin. Gusto ko maayos ang pagkagawa mo sa Excel a.
EW: Opo, kamahalang Ma'am Tuod.

Nakakalurkey si Totoy Mola, ever! E ano ba namang malay ni Eternal Wanderer sa Excel na yan? Ang alam lang nyang gawin sa computer e manood sa Lifeout at X-Tube at mag-torrent ng Randy Blue at Sean Cody. Pero dahil masipag at maabilidad naman si Eternal Wanderer, matapos ang limang oras e nakagawa naman sya ng costing at scheduling sa Excel.

Ito ang kinalabasan:

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Bonggang-bongga di ba? May scheduling at costing pa para sa hadahan!

To You

"You are my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song."

- with apologies to WH Auden

I do not think there are enough words to describe how I feel about you. For what are mere words in capturing something that is only tangible to the heart? But permit me to make a feeble attempt to encapsulate them, even if I know it is merely a pale reflection of what I truly feel inside of me.

It is but strange that there is no tumultuous emotions raging within me. All is quiet, all is peaceful. You are like a balm that soothes the aching wounds, a cool caress upon a fevered soul. But I should not be surprised, since you are always there in your constantness, a presence freely given with love and lovingly accepted in return.

And it is that constantness that I truly appreciate.

For it is like the sun softly dawning in the east.
For it is like the eternal stars that shine brightly in the night's firmament.
For it is like the gentle murmur of your heartbeat as I lay upon your strong chest.

And thus, all of my heart responds to you as it whispers:

"I am yours, my beloved."