1030 am, kahabaan ng quezon avenue. nagluluha na ang mga mata sa init ng araw. pero nakatitig parin sa kawalan, pilit hinahanap ang kapalaran mula sa sulok ng isang nabubulok na jeep. mapapangiti, didilaan ang natutuyong mga labi, sabay lunok, ng sumakay ang mag mula ngayon ay tatawagin kong dyosa, dyosa ng mga tanghaling mainit..

shinampoo nya lang ang mahaba nyang buhok, na ngayon ay nakatali sa likuran. salamat naman o dyosa, at masisilayan kong muli ang makinis mong leeg at batok. bagay sa yo ang blue, at kuhang-kuha ng itim mong jogging pants ang hugis ng mga legs mong nagmula pa sa langit. mapapayuko, magbibitaw ng konting ngiti sa sarili sa natuklasan.. ikaw lang dyosa ko, ang nakaka-upo ng ganun ka elegante, sa lahat ng nakasabay ko sa jeepney.

wag mo kong titignan ng ganyan.. matutunaw akong parang ice cream. wag mong ia-abot sa kin ang iyong pamasahe.. hindi ako karapat-dapat makahawak sa iyong mga daliri.. wag kang uusog sa tabi ko, hayaan mong tabihan ako ng tindera ng palitaw.. itim pala ang bag mo. jansport pa.

“bakit in kilometers ang pagsukat ng mileage?”  itanong mo sa dyos pare. itanong mo na rin kung pano magmahal ng isang dyosa.

posted Thursday, 4 December 2003

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my roomate turned 25 just last week. we had a quick dinner at the newly openned yoshinoya in megamall, and then we went down for billiards and some bowling. after another quick meal at mcdo, one of us decided we should try going to a videoke bar. and so at 2:15 am we were at music 21 til the wee hours of the morning. i slept with sharon’s bituing walang ningning playing in my head. the next day i surrendered to the fact, that we’re finally getting old. cant deny it. we enjoyed billiards, bowling, and gawd.. videoke, too.

turning 24 used to be my greatest fear. fortunately i got over it, and im currently enjoying its benefits. i can do what i want, whenever i want to. long drives, lomo cameras, bench jeans, northpark at 1am, starbucks at tagaytay, videoke at 2:15am, a hotdog sandwich at 3am, ice cream at 8:30am, tv at 1:30pm, love at 2pm. these little things are my ultimate highs. they make me smile. this is how life should be lived at 24. superficial? a little. but what the heck. it’s my life. i’ve spent almost half my life rooting for ideals that failed to feed me. so spare me the cruel judgement. i’ve shed enough tears to deserve this.

but my dreams are always there. as intact as can be. i believe i’m bound for something really big. that i would be great someday. but for what reason, that i dont know yet. i have an entire lifetime to search it out.

turning 25 is another matter. but i dont give it much thought. im living life in the now, one day at a time.

posted Thursday, 4 December 2003

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