Graffiti

INTRODUCTION

Mayroong mga bagay dito sa mundo na mahirap man ipaliwanag, mahirap mang intindihin, mahirap mang talakayin at mahirap ding bigyang-kasagutan ay nangyayari at nangyayari. Ikaw, bilang isang nilalang, gaano ka ka-sigurado na ang bawat taong nakikilala mo sa terminal ng dyip, sa isang paborito mong restawran, sa pampublikong "CR" o kahit sa paaralan ay, tao talaga? Ang ibig kong sabihin, ganun ka ba ka-kampante na ang simpleng "stranger" na nakakasalubong mo ay nasa kanyang katawang tao talaga? O baka naman mamaya, inaakala mong ngayon lang siya nabuhay? O kaya naman, hindi naman talaga siya tao? Alam kong nag-re-recall ka na ng mga pagkakataon sa buhay mo ngayon na nakakakilala ka ng taong hindi pangkaraniwan, hindi normal o hindi kanais-nais. Na iyong tipong nilapitan ka na lang, pati buhok mo sa censored part ay tumataas sa sobrang takot. Para ipaalam ko sa iyo, hindi lahat ng ganitong pagkakataon sa buhay ng isang tao--lalo na ng isang taong nangungulila--ay nakakakilabot o nakakatakot. May iba sa kanila, sumasaya. May iba sa kanila, lumiligaya. Pero isa pa lang sa kanila, ang nakilala kong, umibig na sa ganitong klaseng taong hindi natin aakalaing mag-e-"exist" pa.

PREFACE

                Some people usually start their preface with an introduction and insight to all their lives and difficulties in facing challenges. Well, let me start in a sarcastic way. I won’t be holding my breath in a sec just to have a recall on those situations when I can hardly smile. I do not want to waste any second, I want to receive my shares when my father die. It is what I’ve been waiting for. Just a mix of faith and pretentiousness, consumatum est. I need not to take good care of his coworkers and investors on this company. I just need a son or daughter to inherit this company. Before I am the one to conquer death. Then you can probably conclude by this very instance what do I need, a wife. I need no love. I just need a little exhibition and counting then voila! An instant child in a couple of months or more. That’s how life works. Even though it is unfair-and yet I tend to be slightly stoic fatalist-accept it. Because you belong in that fragment of society. You belong on those hobos, let it be. You belong on those preppy girls, let it be. You’re a homosexual, bisexual or even tri-sexual (assuming it exists), let it be. So, the point is I need a husband. And let it be. I am single, forever. At twenty-two years of existence, I need someone. Yes I can take care of myself, but I’m still keyed up to meet someone who can prove to me I can’t. And I need an heir of all those wealth. I need not someone so attractive, powerfully built, russet-skinned and wealthier than me. I just need someone I can use to have my heir. That’s all, maybe…

Book I

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Margarette

 

I.  How It Started

 

                “HONEY, I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU FOR A MONTH OR TWO. I WANT TO SEE HOW GROWN UP YOU are!” Mom chattered the usual happy-go-lucky she was. “Mom, I can’t. You know how mad dad will be if I run away from this house just to have my summer vacation there at LA.” Syempre pag kami na ng mom ko nag-usap, English na. I’m not trying hard to speak Filipino fluently naman e. I was born and grew up in States, so why hesitate to speak the language I usually been used to? “Marga, I’ll tell your dad naman e, I’ll try to talk to him.”