My stomach has been throbbing whole day. Sakit nga nagtuyok2 ang mga liquid sa ako tiyan. hahai. lain jud au nga murag madAh anG aKonG utOk bRain... Pero sad.i lang, lingaw bitaw today. mUra naa mi c0nference by tHe window. Choi au... we talked about experiences and we asked questions about the t0pic l0Ve. haha, mura jud mi mga kagwang... mura korek!
Daghan ko narealize, in fairness. there aRe so many things thAt i thought i knew... when in fact i doN't know much but just plain space. some people know what i don't know and they have experiences that are far different from mine. i never thought nga naa xa experience ana, assuming nga ako ra ang naay experience ato... ironic au, yet funny... imagine, three girls and a guy talking and debating about the most influential thing in the world while the whole class were busy doing their projects in a serious mode!
we do not know what is in store for us. whether the guy or girl is meant for us or not. a look in his or her eyes can give so much meaning and the beating of our hearts against our ribcage might give a rush of emotions yet we never know. we never know.
our purpose is to search for destiny. and our destiny is to love.

"For love assaults so suddenly,
most vital spirits desert and, as they do,
only one spirit remains alive in me,
one spirit left because it speaks of you."

-Dante Alighieri

Hey, I've been thinking lately. Funny, I think of him. about what's happening in the room as he stood up without me knowing and talked to me every time the teacher was out. He sat in front of me and chatted with me about everything. He talked and asked me about books, about words, about experience.
He calls me journalist.
He pinches my cheek to catch my attention. Sipsip pud ang ukoy! and then this week (for the nth time!) he asked me to write something for him. of course, i declined. but he was so insistent that i gave up. He sang songs--and i say they're ridiculous!-- as i read my book and he read his.
i thought... maybe i should continue liking him. besides, the school year is about to end. diri ra bitaw na taman sa high school. mugraduate na bitaw mi. and i quite need an inspiration, though. :)
we won't be in the same school anyway.
and would he know? i doubt that. i'm the passive type. :)

Winter Sonata...
embellished by snowflakes and cherry blossoms
frozen lakes and new, sheen ice skates
songs of the snow and perfect snowballs
colorful shawls, winter fleece jackets, parka and taffeta
chalet boots on the doorstep
chilly nights with the warmth of the flickering fire by the fireplace,
cuddled with someone who speaks of no winter,
no spring,
no summer,
no fall,
but of the one whose life is a quasar in the evening sky...
you.
but this sonata is in a melancholy
coz winter is
a perfect season...
to cry not for any other reason
but for one thing:
one's everything that turned out to be nothing...
Winter sonata...
silenced with a gush of wind
from a far away place.
snow.
silence.