share your umbrella with a stranger tonight
we used to spend retorika class tracing each others futures on each of our palms. my seatmate has strong, deep lines that hardly crisscross. mine are so faint in comparison, my life line broken and abruptly fading. i might not live long, i whispered to her with a smile as faint as my line. yes, she agreed in her brisk, indifferent manner that speaks so well of how she is. i think that is what it means, she agrees.
last night, she stood in front of the class, discussing an intermission number i strongly disagreed with. i cradled my head on my desk thinking they'll change their mind, oh please let them change their mind when i knew that they wouldn't even though i already pleaded. and i wished i wasn't part of this, i wished so hard but it's too late to back out and i needed the extra credit work. bite your tongue and bare it. the bell rang and discussion was done and the prof stood behind us and said "naistorbo yung tulog ni ms. obligacion" and i wanted to snap back "it's only sleeping if your eyes are closed" but i couldn't find something witty and in filipino swimming around my head, so i just gave him a very black look which he did not notice and i can not believe some of my classmates actually have a crush on him.
the rain was soft outside where i walked the dark streets to national book store. i sat on the cold white floor to read and i got to leaf through neil gaiman's wolves in the walls with it's pig-puppets and shadows and drama queen which i did not get to finish. i left minutes before they closed thinking of last wednesday when a big ass truck kept speeding straight through and it was a good thing kwinsi was there cause i swear i would've walked ahead. like a cat.
nico did not reply til i was lying in my room which is just as well, i guess, since i got in trouble for going home late the last time.
everything tonight is warm and yellow. it's my dad's wedding.. but that is for another entry. he is happy so i said i would not cry. dads cry at their daughters' wedding, how come it doesn't work when it's the other way around?
last night, she stood in front of the class, discussing an intermission number i strongly disagreed with. i cradled my head on my desk thinking they'll change their mind, oh please let them change their mind when i knew that they wouldn't even though i already pleaded. and i wished i wasn't part of this, i wished so hard but it's too late to back out and i needed the extra credit work. bite your tongue and bare it. the bell rang and discussion was done and the prof stood behind us and said "naistorbo yung tulog ni ms. obligacion" and i wanted to snap back "it's only sleeping if your eyes are closed" but i couldn't find something witty and in filipino swimming around my head, so i just gave him a very black look which he did not notice and i can not believe some of my classmates actually have a crush on him.
the rain was soft outside where i walked the dark streets to national book store. i sat on the cold white floor to read and i got to leaf through neil gaiman's wolves in the walls with it's pig-puppets and shadows and drama queen which i did not get to finish. i left minutes before they closed thinking of last wednesday when a big ass truck kept speeding straight through and it was a good thing kwinsi was there cause i swear i would've walked ahead. like a cat.
nico did not reply til i was lying in my room which is just as well, i guess, since i got in trouble for going home late the last time.
everything tonight is warm and yellow. it's my dad's wedding.. but that is for another entry. he is happy so i said i would not cry. dads cry at their daughters' wedding, how come it doesn't work when it's the other way around?