Panaginip
When I got home on Thursday, I was almost soaked wet with the heavy downpour of rain. I had to walk home because I cannot find a ride and there was heavy traffic at Quirino Avenue. Luckily, I remembered to get my umbrella at the 11th floor and my synthetic slip ons under the last pb's ws where I had my last day of unsup. In any case, majority of my being is dry. This is the part I've written last Sept 28. Then, I will continue...
The point being that I had a dream about my gradeschool classmate and friend, Ronel. It was the one lasting memory I had of him and it was weird being able to remember any dreams that night because I was generally tired. I dreamt how he acted while we were fetching him from his house one day for one of those class practices. I was with some of our other classmates. We entered passed their gate to their front door. He was apparently not in the house because when we entered there he was just about to go inside too. He seemed really quiet at home compared how "kulit" and playful he can be at school. This was the time I realized that he might be having some problems with his family. He was not abused or anything like that I know of. I wish I could still see and be friends with people from my childhood.
It's frustrating that I could only be with a few people I really know and cared about eveyday. Araw-araw ganun na lang palagi ang naririnig mo. Maybe I just really want to reminisce or I just inhaled a nostalgic fog after I seemed to have forced myself to adapt with everything taht is new and now; therefore, the past seemed more appealing and safe. I don't wish to stop what I'm doing though, I just want everything else to catch up. I need some sleep.