Nkomo Yap | A life of Passionate Mischiefs

This version of Vybe and Bhyre happen to live in the parallel reality where Bhyre picked up smoking at the age of 16 (which only occurs in .00001% of the parallel universes Bhyre exists in), so that when Vybe spotted Bhyre from across the alley, he thought to himself “I don’t like smoking” and then quickly looked away… never to think of Bhyre again. Neither of them ever knowing how close they came to lives of pure misery.

UNFORTUNATELY,  As Vybe looks across the crowded mall at Bhyre, he has no idea that in 99.99999% of the parallel universes that him and Bhyre both exist in, they actually meet at this Mall and embark on a horribly destructive and lengthy love affair that ruins both of their lives and leaves them bitter, hollow shells of their former selves…

While each of their paths in time led them here, in this reality they do continue together… creating a legacy of pain and sorrow for generations.

It’s fun to ride on a Tuesday train. Less crowded, people are more tamed. I get to this sense that I just never have to get off. I do stare at people while on a train. It’s not being rude or any thing but when I see their faces, I see different stories. Life stories that most of the time, won’t let them hide the joy radiating from their faces. But, others tend to ward off any stare that might lurk into them. Waiting for something to end, as if suffering. But the looks of confusion adds more burden to a striking question on their face “when will this end?”. Having to work in a big media company and with the nature of my work, I’m somewhat a ‘Houdini’ in detecting and reading people’s expressions.

A man in front of me was holding up a tabloid with a fairly bold headline that read ‘Fare Increase Approved’. His eyebrows met and combined while reading and by the looks of it, he wasn’t taking the news to a light.

A mother was combing the hair of her daughter, day-dreaming about how bright her daughter’s future will be, but leaving a hint of precariousness.

A sales boy texting someone on his phone, with subsequent deep sigh as he continue texting. Someone’s in trouble I say? or A sigh of desperation to when would something unfavorable to him end?

I have my own share of these looks, thoughts and experiences. I even fought to insanity before, as to why would something you have cared so much and trusted your whole life, end so fast and unexpectedly, and the only answer I have was — “It was bound to happen”. As I’ved search for some hints of clues (and not answers) just to put back my sanity together, I have come to know that, people set their own boundary, their limitations, their goals. They overdo and over-think things that it reaches the mainstream meaning of ‘impossible’ and then FEAR sets in.

Fear of something that hasn’t even come yet! People create an aversion of illusions.

People confine themselves in small coaches like the ones on the trains. Tend to go around, waiting for the next stop-station. Limited to only the number of stations the route have.

“Arriving at Boni Avenue Station..” a pleasing feminine voice announces my stop. It’s a stop of confinement.  An end of trammeling myself to doing what I really want to do and what should i do. I got off  and I moved on.

“Flight xxx is Now boarding…” as it echoes through the terminal building. This is too familiar for me, that I just drown it with the playlist on my iPod. I really dislike the idea of traveling for hours on a destination I’ve been hundreds of times. I was doing a Manila-Cebu-Manila since college. I do most of it on a weekend. Having to wait in the terminal longer than the actual flight is just pathetic. It led me countless times too to rebook my plane because I’m late. But i did come on time, 15 mins before boarding that is. Anyways, I know it’s my fault, but I rarely do checkins ’cause I always travel light.

Having to travel frequently gives you a glimpse of how people do with their travels. Businessmen who always flash their mabuhay business class tickets. Families that just can’t control their kids! Couples relentlessly making the waiting lounge a lover’s lane, Balik-bayans who seems to forget how to speak their native language, and not to mention my favorite– the eye-candies.

I get a lot of ideas while traveling, it seems my brain don’t wanna stop galloping and absorbing all new and fantastic ideas that i get when i hop from one place to another. Being a jet-setter expounded my social skills. I met a lot of friends while on the terminal, on the plane in transit, and continues as I reach my final destination. This might be the best beneficence of a frequent flyer.