Learn from it, maybe?

Since this blog will basically chronicle my explorimentations (as per K and T), I started it off by revisiting my old Multiply account. Why? Simple. Before Facebook and Twitter, there was trusty old Multiply to post pictures, write notes and meaningless blog posts on. I decided that to be able to look to the future, I best go back to my past and see if I can learn something new from it (assuming, I haven't yet). 

My Multiply (before it became an online marketplace) basically cached the 19-21 year-old me. Amid the clatter of my stupid (I didn't consider 'em stupid then) pictures and blog posts about everything and nothing, I found a gem I wrote 6 years ago for a Creative Writing class. I never was a fiction writer, I preferred to write true-to-life accounts, but this piece, is prolly one I was and still am really proud of.

Lifted from my original blog post: We were asked by Sir Guerrero to write a story using an article the whole class picked from a tabloid. I can't really recall much of the original news article, but from what I remember, the article was about a male homosexual who took sex pills to alter his physical attributes. I think he had an overdose, so he had to be rushed to the hospital. (PEREZ, 2007)

Here goes. I hope you enjoy and learn something from it, maybe.

To Die For

He never wanted to be here. The hospital, with its bare walls, seemed to him like a cage that trapped him and nagged him for wanting to live his dream to become a woman. He scanned the room without raising his head. He was too weak to even move. The room was fine, much better than the ward. For a moment, he was happy. He closed his eyes and prepared to sleep again. 

            The door opened with a creak. He twitched a little. He thought it was his mom. He didn’t see that it was James. His James. The one person whom he wanted so much to please that he was already willing to change a part of who he was. James was the reason why he took those pills. He wanted James to like him, but he knew it was futile, since James only liked girls. James never knew he was gay. He didn’t want to tell him about that. Rather, he wanted a new identity. He set out to Japan and took some sex pills a friend gave him. He vowed to return to Manila with his new look, in hope of finally capturing James’ heart. Two years after, he returned. He had everything a drag queen could ever want: big boobs, great butt, and a slim waist. He wanted to surprise James. In his enthusiasm, he failed to become aware of his body’s deterioration. It took its toll on him. Then suddenly, everything just went black. 

            He didn’t know that James already occupied the empty seat beside his bed. He didn’t know that James was looking at him. It didn’t even occur to him that Mindy had already told James everything, that he was the reason why he took all those pills. In his restful state, he never knew that James hadn’t really prepared himself to see him in his weakened condition. 

            He heard someone crying quietly beside his bed, but he didn’t care. He was sure it was his mother. She always shed tears whenever she visited. He tried to blink away his restful stupor and opened his eyes halfway through. A throaty grunt came out of him. James looked up and started to speak. 

“Niko, I— I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you would do this for me. If— If only I knew”, his voice trailed off. 

            He wanted to tell James it was okay. That he was fine. But all he managed to do was to stare.

            He felt James’ unease. He watched him leave. 

            The warmth of the sun swathed James as he walked out of the hospital. Niko hadn’t even spoken a word to him. Tomorrow perhaps, James would tell him that he loved him. Maybe tomorrow, he would be better. James just never knew that there would never be a tomorrow. He walked away from the building, unaware that behind those walls, a green line crept languidly and enveloped the room in cold darkness.#

Out and about,

Explorimentator A in 2006 

Birth

This blog was the brainchild of three girls, who were, quite unbelievably, not on crack. It will, however, be maintained by only one: me. I am Anj, and this is the story of how I live my life, through exploring and experimenting. Thus, explorimentation.