Summer is just around the corner. Ah, lots of great summer memories! Here’s an excerpt from Danton Remoto’s short story, “The Heart of Summer” which won Third Prize in the 2005 Philippines Free Press Literary Awards.
Then in the blue hour before dusk, I would pick up our red plastic pail and walk five houses away to the street corner to fetch water.
I would line up before the wooden carts full of drums, pails, and recycled gasoline containers. I carried only a pail, but I was too timid to elbow my way to the head of the line. The short, stocky men nudged each other’s ribs and exchanged stories: “Pare, Vodka Banana did it again in her latest penetration movie, Only a Wall Between Us.” The women gossiped about their movie idols: “Sharon’s legs are like a washerwoman’s paddle,” said one, whose varicose veins strained on her legs like netting. After a long wait, I finally reached the fire hydrant. From its open mouth gushed water whose pressure was so strong that it swirled round and round my pail, the foam spilling on the dry earth. Then, I walked back to the house where I carefully poured the water into the drum. Then back to the street corner. Again.
On my way back, darkness had already settled on the hills. The chickens would be roosting on the branches of the star-apple trees, and the cicadas would begin their eternal buzzing. When I reached the street corner again, a young man was standing at the head of the line. He wasn’t there when I left earlier. He must have asked his housemaid to stand in for him, and returned only when it was time to fill his drum.
Dusk slept on his rumpled hair. Smooth, nut-brown skin. Eyes round as marbles. He wore a maroon T-shirt silk-screened with Mapua College of Engineering. Black corduroy pants on long legs, then brown sandals from Our Tribe.
When he saw me at the end of the line, he walked to me and said: “Uy, pare, you can go ahead, since you only have this pail.” Cool, deep voice. “Thank you,” I said. Then I smiled at him and followed him to the fire hydrant. I kept on looking surreptitiously at his hairy legs. When he looked at me, I would shift my attention to the water beginning to fill my pail, swirling round and round, until it flowed over the lips. I thanked him again, and then gave him my name. He mumbled his name. I smiled, and then walked away. I walked away because I was afraid that any moment now, I would tell Rene I liked him not only because he was considerate, but also because he had such well-muscled legs and clean toenails. [full story here]
Do you have your own “Rene stories” of summers past?
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OMG una aku.. nice… hot cia.
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man jake is surely hot hot hot
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thanks for another jake pic. hehe. he looks nice here, parang smooh at hindi bony ang facial structure nya. i like his pouty lips. gamit na gamit nya lips nya if acting na acting siya hehehe. more jake this summer!
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oh sh*t. he’s damn hot!
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i cant figure kung dapat sosi place ang imagine ko, pero no matter how hard i try i stll picture the slums kasi naman sa may igiban ba naman ng tubig magka kilala hahahahaha PEACE
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suuuppppeerrr!!!! HOT!!
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cool ang cute nmn hehehe…
sna maexperience ko din to hehehe
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hmmmm .. teka ..
QUOTE - “Dusk slept on his rumpled hair. Smooth, nut-brown skin. Eyes round as marbles. He wore a maroon T-shirt silk-screened with Mapua College of Engineering. Black corduroy pants on long legs, then brown sandals from Our Tribe.
When he saw me at the end of the line, he walked to me and said: “Uy, pare, you can go ahead, since you only have this pail.” Cool, deep voice. “Thank you,” I said. Then I smiled at him and followed him to the fire hydrant. I kept on looking surreptitiously at his hairy legs.” -UNQUOTE.
Sabi naka black corduroy pants on long legs .. tapos .. I kept on looking surreptitiously on his hairy legs … GANON? paano nangyari yon? transparent yung corduroy pants? or meron siyang bionic eyes that can see hairy legs kahit nakapantalon … ang labo!
COMMENT FROM MIGS: `teh, baka naman short pants yung “curduroy pants on long legs”… o kaya naman, butas butas yung pants, yun bang tattered edition… happy valentines, anton maton!
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Kilig to the bones!
I’ve lost my Dodong perhaps I can find my Rene this summer!
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a nice short story..i hope to see more of these in the future..how about the literary works of j.neil garcia?
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J. Neil Garcia was my teacher sa U.P. Since estrikto tayo (kay iconic Danton Remoto pa, for Pete’s sake! LOL) … BAKIT naka-corduroy pants sa Pinas?!!? ‘Di ba masyadong mainit and corduroy? Kung makaka-afford siya ng maid, why live in an area which requires na pumila para sa tubig? Or am I just so outta touch na sa Pinas? I can totally relate to the sex appeal ng ordinary Pinoy. Yung pagdadalaga ko (ha!) was punctuated by great views ng mga kargador sa rice mill ng lolo ko: amazing bodies, very moreno, and sweaty in their tattered cut-off jeans. Ditto sa seaport. Tulo-laway gid!
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i love you papa jake. you are si pogi talaga kaya lagi me watch ng Palos…at ng Lobo dahil nandon si papa piolo! ang pogi ninyo grabeee!
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migs… paki feature naman si leandro okabe oh… he is actually so hot… napaso pa nga ako eh..
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