Last Saturday my friends and I checked-in at Cloud 9. It was a moment of peace and another dose of that easy escape from the noise of Manila. I love that place (especially at 3AM): the amazing view of the city lights, the sentimental cold breeze and the sweet silence that almost makes you feel completely private. Ironically, I noticed, this momentary silence that supposedly should give you a relaxed mind and time to rejuvenate doesn’t really come as simple as that package. It shuts the outside noise only for you to hear completely the rage going on inside – hence making it a bit more stressful. That’s why I wondered, which one now is the easier escape?
Several days, back in the city, after the “little drama” that occurred in the hotel room, things went back to normal. By normal I actually meant complicated.
Each of us has teleserye stories – issues that we can’t completely figure out – that we got ourselves so used to being there that it doesn’t feel different anymore. We’ve learned to deal with them perfectly in silence amongst the noise of Manila and subconsciously not hear their thunderous call for resolution because it’s simply easier to not talk about them. Games that we keep playing because no matter how we try to end, we just can’t identify who wins and loses. Or maybe because, quoting Soy: nakasanayan na kasi.
I know SHE has a problem making the right choice. I know THEY are having problems dealing with each others’ past and differences. I know HE is trapped in a one-way relationship. Had they been books, they’d be not-so-beautiful stories with very convincing cover arts. You’ll never know how bad it is unless you actually dig into the pages. They: SHE, THEY and HE are all convinced that one day things will be fine. No matter how their stories get resolved, all they know is a happy ending awaits in these forbidden games. Stories that are kept silenced by the loud bangs and booms of Manila waiting to be heard once again up in the cliff where you can take your dose of supposed sweet escape.
