An Ode to Pare

Once upon a time I was asked by a close friend if we were romantically involved.
We were somewhat close then.
But I didn't like you, in the romantic sense. I loved you as a friend. Somebody else had a special attraction with you, your music and your hair that she described as very likely to a coconut husk. She is my best friend in our class.
Remember Ma'm Zom's question for bonus? Who is your crush in your class? Haha. You were my closest guy friend there, but that doesn't answer the question. I wrote the name of my crush, the Bicycle Guy. My best friend wrote his name also. But I know she was only shy to write your name.

3 sems later we were classmates again in Math. I often ridicule you for that was already your second take and we almost have similar scores in exams.
When we walk back to AS from Math, you would always talk about your ROTC training, the guns you handle and your girl crushes. Haha.

Now we are partners in another subject. Closer than ever.
Although it looks like I joke about your not so good love life, I have always admired your sweet gestures and efforts for this woman you liked. I just hope everybody would possess that perseverance. Corny yet very sweet. You'll find the right one for you. Just wait.

I am happy with our circle of friends, makes me appreciate my course even more. Haha. I hope we graduate on time. Haha!

Happy Birthday Pare!

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We're halfway through. I know we'll make it. We'll put an end to that curse. I believe in the power of love and in us. :)

Useless Rants

You never seem to like me, or to understand me at the very least.
I do not know. Is it me being too serious? too geeky perhaps? or just being too quiet?
Can this be traced back when you hated me for being in your pictures when we were children? You writing a letter how terrible I am as a kid because of that. That's just too painful that it can't be erased from my memory.

I shouldn't be acting like this.

Wow, you all belong in one Facebook group, yeah, including those people who shouldn't really belong there. And me? not invited.

You set up a dinner at McDonald's awhile ago. Facebook posts. And again, not tagged, not included, not even invited by you. My parents were persuading me to come. Sabi ko "hindi naman ako nainvite, bakit ako pupunta?". Mabuti pa ang mga ka-on niyo kasama, akong dapat nandyan hindi nyo man naimbita. Haha. Hindi ba't ang pinagpaalam niyo, lakad ng magpipinsan yan? Hahahaha. I was about to reveal something to my parents something but I just held my mouth shut. You people may have hated me more.

Child-like? Maybe yes. But I just really feel bad about this.

Whatever I've done to you, I do not know. I tried reaching out but you just make me out of place when we are all together.

I know I should say this to you directly and personally.
Maybe at the right time and at the right place.
For now, these will remain to be rants, useless rants.

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Just like what I told you earlier, if it weren't for you, I will still be the girl who throws tantrums at the tambayan, ranting and crying my heart out. However senseless or meaningful my thoughts are, I know I've got you to listen to them. Thank you for that.

"Cause when I think of you, I don't feel so alone, I don't feel so alone"

NY Blues

I was staring on the sky.
Gazing at somebody else's fireworks.
Imagining how 2010 might be.

A going strong relationship.
A new experience in terms of leadership.
A revenge to my academics.
A slimmer body, a healthier living.

Tonight I am staring at the same sky.
Still gazing at somebody else's fireworks.
Imagining how 2010 turned out be.
Amidst all the prayers and the dreams,
Everything turned out differently,
Yet I am sure that now I'm contented and happy.

Later I will be staring at the same sky.
Will be gazing at somebody else's fireworks.
Imagining how my 2011 might be.