Are you an HM? Because you're unforgettable.
Ang sakit ng paa ko. Sobrang sakit ng paa ko. Walang mas sasakit pa sa paa ko. Pero first place ang lantern naming hinabol namin ni Allison paikot ng UPM para ibalik lahat ng mga bagay-bagay na nahuhulog habang umiikot siya at nakapag-simbang gabi kami kahit na sa Jollibee lang rin kami napunta pagkatapos at nakita ko si Guia, di bale nang nandoon rin si Nikolo Bathan. (Alam nyo naman na mahal na mahal ko kayong pareho.) Kailangan ko nang matulog, pero.
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I don't know what I will do if it turns out that I will never get to see David Villa play again. I just don't. And that is all I am going to say about it, because Guaje.
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Our lantern placed first and our drag queens didn't. Allison and I served as the on-the-spot parade repair team; I feel perversely proud that she and not I came up with the joke that went Buti na lang si Patrick yung nasa harapan, may siren tayo, huang, huang, huang. If you need to stop traffic, all you have to do is have Epi bring out his camera. Our IDC group's presentation more or less served as auditions for next year's LadyMed. And as per usual during the class Christmas party I sat at the table we'd claimed and wrote and smiled at all the kids hopping around and singing, and while what I really wanted to do was join them and sing secure in the knowledge that no one could hear me, well, no.
This is how you fall in love: to last-minute panic, scrambling for extension cords and spray paint and double-sided tape, running back and forth from apartment to PGH quad to East and feeling lighter than you had since summer. To the bright enthusiastic catharsis of loud and off-key singing and bass lines that match your heartbeat. Loves don't last forever, but that goes without saying. What matters is that they were there. Gods damn it.
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On the way home from the class Christmas party I sat down in the middle of the driveway to CM from the PGH, right in front of the guardhouse that faces the med caf. It was one-thirty in the morning and I don't think I will ever have words for grey skies and the rainbow around the gibbous moon and the quality of the air between six at night and five in the morning, cool settling on your skin like dusk and ideas right on the border of the mind, just out of touch and Manila Manila Manila.
On the way home from the Diliman lantern parade this evening I forgot to get off at the corner of Commonwealth and Tandang Sora as per instructions and decided to walk home, hence proving that when presented with a range of options of varying levels of intelligence I will always pick the least intelligent one. Moral of the story is that Tandang Sora is a very long street. While I was walking Allison texted me to say that she bought Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy and sorry she forgot to pay me for utilities and could I please pay for them lest our electricity be cut off again. I replied (see, what did I tell you, least intelligent option, any day) not to worry about the bills and postscript I had no idea where I was. The real moral of the story is that I have no idea how I deserve any of them- Allison who is kind of on permanent babysitter duty, Billy who never stops being cheer and enthusiasm, Sedric who texted me out of the blue to say that he was still team DeLee Fuente (I will never stop laughing, NEVER EVER STOP LAUGHING), Ellie who calls me Stargirl. Guia and Niko, for ever. I say this a lot, but I don't think I can say it enough.
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I don't know what I will do if it turns out that I will never get to see David Villa play again. I just don't. And that is all I am going to say about it, because Guaje.
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Our lantern placed first and our drag queens didn't. Allison and I served as the on-the-spot parade repair team; I feel perversely proud that she and not I came up with the joke that went Buti na lang si Patrick yung nasa harapan, may siren tayo, huang, huang, huang. If you need to stop traffic, all you have to do is have Epi bring out his camera. Our IDC group's presentation more or less served as auditions for next year's LadyMed. And as per usual during the class Christmas party I sat at the table we'd claimed and wrote and smiled at all the kids hopping around and singing, and while what I really wanted to do was join them and sing secure in the knowledge that no one could hear me, well, no.
This is how you fall in love: to last-minute panic, scrambling for extension cords and spray paint and double-sided tape, running back and forth from apartment to PGH quad to East and feeling lighter than you had since summer. To the bright enthusiastic catharsis of loud and off-key singing and bass lines that match your heartbeat. Loves don't last forever, but that goes without saying. What matters is that they were there. Gods damn it.
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On the way home from the class Christmas party I sat down in the middle of the driveway to CM from the PGH, right in front of the guardhouse that faces the med caf. It was one-thirty in the morning and I don't think I will ever have words for grey skies and the rainbow around the gibbous moon and the quality of the air between six at night and five in the morning, cool settling on your skin like dusk and ideas right on the border of the mind, just out of touch and Manila Manila Manila.
On the way home from the Diliman lantern parade this evening I forgot to get off at the corner of Commonwealth and Tandang Sora as per instructions and decided to walk home, hence proving that when presented with a range of options of varying levels of intelligence I will always pick the least intelligent one. Moral of the story is that Tandang Sora is a very long street. While I was walking Allison texted me to say that she bought Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy and sorry she forgot to pay me for utilities and could I please pay for them lest our electricity be cut off again. I replied (see, what did I tell you, least intelligent option, any day) not to worry about the bills and postscript I had no idea where I was. The real moral of the story is that I have no idea how I deserve any of them- Allison who is kind of on permanent babysitter duty, Billy who never stops being cheer and enthusiasm, Sedric who texted me out of the blue to say that he was still team DeLee Fuente (I will never stop laughing, NEVER EVER STOP LAUGHING), Ellie who calls me Stargirl. Guia and Niko, for ever. I say this a lot, but I don't think I can say it enough.