Thursday, January 5, 2012

Paper faces



He was wearing a faded red trouser and even from afar, I can see the tiny holes near the right shoulder, a black maong shorts that used to be long pants, and on his neck, a plastic sling bag that says Nike in front, with its usual huge check trademark. 

He was crouched beside two plastic bag-full of garbage. On his other side were his stack of pirated DVDs he sells to some sleepy commuter like me waiting for a ride in that bus station at the howling center of Cubao. He was counting money, more twenty bills and few hundred bucks. He folded them a few more times then tucked it in the inside of his underwear garter. 

As he rises, the orange ray of the halogen light hits the boy’s face. I noticed he was handsome, not too far from JM de Guzman’s boyish face, dark, one who always have this ready cute smile to anyone who approaches. He has this small black mole near his mouth, hair spiked atop, lean body and probably stands between 5 feet and 6 or 7 inches. He looks younger than me, 20 or 22, I supposed. 

And then I had to wonder , cursed with an imagination that transcends reasons and logic, I saw the same boy wearing tight vintage jeans, a short sleeved polo with buttons open enough to boast his young budding chests. He’s to be seen strutting his stuff, flashing his youthful charm to loitering men and ladies of the quiet night. 

When dark is over, he is to sit in some fast food restaurant, drinking coffee or perhaps some early morning breakfast, counting his money. This time, there are no more few twenty peso bills, but few hundred bucks and more of thousands. 

He could pass as a masseur. He could be an escort boy, a boy toy of some bored family guy in his mid forties, a hustler or a con artist. He got the looks others would simply die for just to have them. So I wonder why he chose to sell pirated DVD movies. 

I wonder why people choose to do things that they choose to do and why choose not to do the things that people don’t. I used to believe that we pattern this parallel to our definition of what’s good and what’s not. But I do not believe that people are naturally good anymore. In fact, I don’t even believe in my own goodness. 

There is this woman who refuses to believe her husband is dead. For the rest of her life, she would lay on bed his morning clothes, prepare dinner and would wait on the door at night for him to arrive. But he never will for he really died in some stupid car accident in some curved road with a sign beside that says “accident prone area, beware.” Yet she will choose to believe in a promise her husband once said. “Forever I will come home to you.” So she will spend the remaining of her life waiting. 

Maybe that’s why the handsome boy in the bus station chose to be a pirated DVD vendor. He chose it not because he’s good, or that he knows that selling pirated goods is just as wrong. Maybe because he simply believes he has to be a pirated DVD vendor. The same way that hustlers choose to be a hustler, that junkies choose to be a junkie or that writers choose to be mad. 

I know they say it’s our choices that defines us. But I think it’s not enough. I think it’s our choices and the way we stand by it. How one stood his ground, that's what really defines us. After all, there’s not much of a difference between a pirated DVD vendor and a sleep deprived news writer.
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Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade
Masquerade!
Hide your face so the world will never find you
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade
Masquerade!
Look around - 
there's another
mask behind you. 
Flash of mauve.
Splash of puce.
Fool and king.
Ghoul and goose.
Green and black.
Queen and priest.
Trace of rogue.
Face of beast.
Faces.

-Masquerade by Andrew Lloyd Webber from the Phantom of the Opera

16 reaction(s):

rudeboy said...

Perhaps DVD boy simply doesn't know his other options yet, db.

Nate said...

i think he didn't choose to be one.. maybe it's just because he wanted a simple life.. no complications.. maybe life was harsh on him, that he opted to be what he is now, instead of striving for more to experience the finer things in life..

but mind you, he has dreams.. big ones.. and that's what fuels him to live, one day at a time.. :)

Mac Callister said...

baka no one told him pa na he's got the looks! haha

Nhil said...

I, too, do not agree that our choices define who we are. Rather, it's about "why" we choose it and "how" we choose it.

Great entry, by the way.

Orange Wit said...

Maybe he is not sure what he is capable of. or he forgot the power of dreams.

Great post

RoNRoNTuRoN said...

great post. made me wondering why did I choose to go here in this effin frozen land. :)

KikomaxXx said...

alam ko na.. gusto mong makicompetinsya ano.. ahahha joke lang....

Pepe said...

"there’s not much of a difference between a pirated DVD vendor and a sleep deprived news writer"- from the standpoint where i'm reading this, i feel sad about this line.

"But I do not believe that people are naturally good anymore. In fact, I don’t even believe in my own goodness."- this too. :( :(

we change our way how we perceive about our ownself and we'll see how our outward vision changes. they say that we mirror our deepest desires into the eyes of others. lit the glow into your own eyes and you'll see its reflection on the eyes of people around you.

good vibes DB.

kalansaycollector said...

i agree na we are defined by our choices.

well life is about choices naman. kaya iniisip ko bawal tayong manisi kasi sa ayaw at sa gusto natin, desisyon natin ang nangyari satin. (well plus fate on the side. lol)

Gian said...

like how you chose to wear the iron-wrought suit recently. have i lost the boy inside it forever?

Victor Saudad said...
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Victor Saudad said...

or simply, he had dvd's to sell. I think on some occasion he had veggies and fruits, or meat.

Sometimes, it's not all about the choices we made....but the choices we're left.

I think he should have stick with meat. yeah...he'd sell a lot of meat.

Tim Smithson said...

He simply knows simple things, but sooner of later, he would discover how vast the world is for him.

He would then become insatiable wanderer. hope so, he'll find a better option in life. But for now, it's partly better than resolving his dilemma by faking others.

Kane said...

It's the age old question, isn't it? Why are we the way we are? Why are we who we are? What makes you you, and me me?

Some people argue we are the way we are because of our circumstances, our social environment. But strangely, that doesn't explain why others decide to choose a different life.

And there is a lot of difference "between a pirated DVD vendor and a sleep deprived news writer".

One of them has a college education, the other probably doesn't. One of them has more options than the other.

The question is: What is he going to do about it?

Kane

citybuoy said...

I always thought none of us truly own our choices. You may think you do but it's all part of some grand scheme. That's why that matt Damon movie freaked me out. The title escapes me now. Something bureau?

Leomer Apolonio said...

We all make choices, and with these choices, we form our decisions with our lives. Whether you are happy on your current plight, or not, you are what you decide to be. I kinda agree with you on the thought that we all are the same because of that.

 

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