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Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Obsessive Stalker
Di ko alam na may pagka-obsessive stalker pala ako nung hayskul.
Oo nga at obsessive pa rin ako ngayon. May abilidad pa rin ng isang stalker. Pero talagang obsessive stalker ako nun.
Alam mo bang sa tatlong journals na meron ako, 98 percent yata ikaw ang laman. Dose-dosenang tula na rin ang nagawa ko para sa ‘yo. Ganun pala ka–lalim ang pinagsamahan natin. Ang pagka-obsessed ko sa ‘yo.
Kaya’t nagtataka ako kung pa’no kita nagawang kalimutan nung nasa kolehiyo na tayo. Ah, eto pala. Mga sulat mo sakin. Meron ditong daig pa ang nobela sa haba ah. Andami mo rin palang ipinadala. Eh, araw-araw ba naman kitang sulatan noon, siguro na-obliga ka na ring magpadala ng isa sa isang buwan. Isa, dalawa, tatlo… walo. Walong sulat lahat natanggap ko.
Apat na taon sa kolehiyo, walong sulat, sa loob ng iisang taon mo ipinadala lahat. Ganun ba ka-depressing ang freshman year mo at andami ng panahon mong sulatan ako? Valentine’s Day ng year 2000 ang petsa ng pinaka-huling liham na hawak ko. Di ba 2003 tayo grumadweyt? Ano na ang nangyari sayo sa tatlong taon na yun?
Yung huling sulat ko kaya sa ‘yo, ano yung petsa? Hindi ko na rin matandaan eh. Hindi ba’t kinalimutan na nga kita?
Ngayon, bumabalik ka sa buhay ko. Bakit pa? Aaminin kong obsessive stalker mo ako noon pero hindi na ngayon. May buhay na akong tinatahak at hindi ka na bahagi nun. Huwag mo na sana akong muling guguluhin pa.
Ayoko nang magsulat sa journal. Ayoko nang lumikha ng tula. Hindi na ako hayskul. May buhay akong dapat patakbuhin at hindi ko kailangang magulo ang natural nitong estado.
Katulad na lang ngayon. Dapat sana’y pag-check ng exam ang pinagkakaabalahan ko. Nguni’t heto’t ang pagsusulat tungkol sa iyo ang napagtutuunan ko ng pansin.
Hindi ka na dapat bumalik. Ayoko nang muling maging obsessive stalker mo.
Oo nga at obsessive pa rin ako ngayon. May abilidad pa rin ng isang stalker. Pero talagang obsessive stalker ako nun.
Alam mo bang sa tatlong journals na meron ako, 98 percent yata ikaw ang laman. Dose-dosenang tula na rin ang nagawa ko para sa ‘yo. Ganun pala ka–lalim ang pinagsamahan natin. Ang pagka-obsessed ko sa ‘yo.
Kaya’t nagtataka ako kung pa’no kita nagawang kalimutan nung nasa kolehiyo na tayo. Ah, eto pala. Mga sulat mo sakin. Meron ditong daig pa ang nobela sa haba ah. Andami mo rin palang ipinadala. Eh, araw-araw ba naman kitang sulatan noon, siguro na-obliga ka na ring magpadala ng isa sa isang buwan. Isa, dalawa, tatlo… walo. Walong sulat lahat natanggap ko.
Apat na taon sa kolehiyo, walong sulat, sa loob ng iisang taon mo ipinadala lahat. Ganun ba ka-depressing ang freshman year mo at andami ng panahon mong sulatan ako? Valentine’s Day ng year 2000 ang petsa ng pinaka-huling liham na hawak ko. Di ba 2003 tayo grumadweyt? Ano na ang nangyari sayo sa tatlong taon na yun?
Yung huling sulat ko kaya sa ‘yo, ano yung petsa? Hindi ko na rin matandaan eh. Hindi ba’t kinalimutan na nga kita?
Ngayon, bumabalik ka sa buhay ko. Bakit pa? Aaminin kong obsessive stalker mo ako noon pero hindi na ngayon. May buhay na akong tinatahak at hindi ka na bahagi nun. Huwag mo na sana akong muling guguluhin pa.
Ayoko nang magsulat sa journal. Ayoko nang lumikha ng tula. Hindi na ako hayskul. May buhay akong dapat patakbuhin at hindi ko kailangang magulo ang natural nitong estado.
Katulad na lang ngayon. Dapat sana’y pag-check ng exam ang pinagkakaabalahan ko. Nguni’t heto’t ang pagsusulat tungkol sa iyo ang napagtutuunan ko ng pansin.
Hindi ka na dapat bumalik. Ayoko nang muling maging obsessive stalker mo.
Choco Web
I try to bring food home whenever I can. Basically to compensate for coming home late in the evening. Your mom can’t really lash on you if she has food stuffed in her mouth, right?
Most of the time, I bring home burgers, doughnuts, balot, or salted nuts. Since a Dunkin’ Donuts stall is very near where I get a ride from, that’s what I usually end up bringing. And my heart does an inexplicable leap of joy when I see that there’s still a couple of Choco Web left on the counter. I guess my favorite doughnut flavor is pretty obivous, huh?
For those who live in a shell beyond the grasp of Dunkin Donuts stalls and booths mushrooming all over the city, a Choco Web is a chocolate-filled doughnut topped with white confectioner’s sugar donned with a web design, hence the name. I’m a big chocolate lover so you can just imagine the delight I feel when I bite on a piece and warm, gooey chocolate starts to drip by the side of my lips and onto my finger lickin’ good fingers. The experience is close to heavenly.
But a Choco Web affects me in more ways than just a chocolate fix. Weird as it may sound, a Choco Web brings back quite a number of memories.
For one, I discovered the sinful pleasure of this sweet thing through a bestfriend. A bestfriend who used to pour her heart out in between bites of a Choco Web. It was one of the few snacks we could afford back then. And though the most remarkable thing about this bestfriend of mine is the fact that I’ve seen her cry more tears than Judy Ann Santos and Bea Alonzo put together, I don’t EVER recall her shedding tears while eating a Choco Web. Correct me if I’m wrong, Mond! Hehe..
Though a Choco Web has seemingly spirit-lifting powers, they weren’t enough to keep me from breaking up with my boyfriend. Yes, I broke up with him after chowing down a Choco Web. I would’ve offered him a bite to make him feel better but he just walked out on me and no way was I coming after him!
And ah, the bitersweet memory that comes flooding back to me whenever I partake the bitersweet Choco Web… I remember ordering a Choco Web when I was out with the guy I’ve unsecretly liked for a couple of years now. Going through the details is too scandalously obvious so I’d rather not dive into that. I remember telling him for the first time that I already had a boyfriend. Yes, the boyfriend that I broke up with a few months later after chowing down a Choco Web!
My egotistic, self-serving, illogical mind wants to believe that I saw traces of tears in his eyes right after I told him what I said. Or maybe the moist eyes were due to eye strain coz we did see a movie before going to Dunkin. Maybe I’ll remember to ask him some day. I’d prefer my self-serving version, if no one else minds.
Anyway, I also remember telling him, while nervously stirring my already cold Hot Choco, that I wasn’t in love with this present boyfriend of mine. After that, we just both managed to mutter some incomprehensible conversation. I guess he was just as nervous as I was. Heck, what would he have done if the crazy girl in front of him told him she liked him?
So those are just some of the memories that are stirred up in my subconscious whenever I indulge myself in a Choco Web. Mostly sweet, some a little bitter. But altogether, they make one heck of great treat.
So try to keep in touch if you’ve got the time. Maybe we’ll make our own memories together over a couple of Choco Webs…
Most of the time, I bring home burgers, doughnuts, balot, or salted nuts. Since a Dunkin’ Donuts stall is very near where I get a ride from, that’s what I usually end up bringing. And my heart does an inexplicable leap of joy when I see that there’s still a couple of Choco Web left on the counter. I guess my favorite doughnut flavor is pretty obivous, huh?
For those who live in a shell beyond the grasp of Dunkin Donuts stalls and booths mushrooming all over the city, a Choco Web is a chocolate-filled doughnut topped with white confectioner’s sugar donned with a web design, hence the name. I’m a big chocolate lover so you can just imagine the delight I feel when I bite on a piece and warm, gooey chocolate starts to drip by the side of my lips and onto my finger lickin’ good fingers. The experience is close to heavenly.
But a Choco Web affects me in more ways than just a chocolate fix. Weird as it may sound, a Choco Web brings back quite a number of memories.
For one, I discovered the sinful pleasure of this sweet thing through a bestfriend. A bestfriend who used to pour her heart out in between bites of a Choco Web. It was one of the few snacks we could afford back then. And though the most remarkable thing about this bestfriend of mine is the fact that I’ve seen her cry more tears than Judy Ann Santos and Bea Alonzo put together, I don’t EVER recall her shedding tears while eating a Choco Web. Correct me if I’m wrong, Mond! Hehe..
Though a Choco Web has seemingly spirit-lifting powers, they weren’t enough to keep me from breaking up with my boyfriend. Yes, I broke up with him after chowing down a Choco Web. I would’ve offered him a bite to make him feel better but he just walked out on me and no way was I coming after him!
And ah, the bitersweet memory that comes flooding back to me whenever I partake the bitersweet Choco Web… I remember ordering a Choco Web when I was out with the guy I’ve unsecretly liked for a couple of years now. Going through the details is too scandalously obvious so I’d rather not dive into that. I remember telling him for the first time that I already had a boyfriend. Yes, the boyfriend that I broke up with a few months later after chowing down a Choco Web!
My egotistic, self-serving, illogical mind wants to believe that I saw traces of tears in his eyes right after I told him what I said. Or maybe the moist eyes were due to eye strain coz we did see a movie before going to Dunkin. Maybe I’ll remember to ask him some day. I’d prefer my self-serving version, if no one else minds.
Anyway, I also remember telling him, while nervously stirring my already cold Hot Choco, that I wasn’t in love with this present boyfriend of mine. After that, we just both managed to mutter some incomprehensible conversation. I guess he was just as nervous as I was. Heck, what would he have done if the crazy girl in front of him told him she liked him?
So those are just some of the memories that are stirred up in my subconscious whenever I indulge myself in a Choco Web. Mostly sweet, some a little bitter. But altogether, they make one heck of great treat.
So try to keep in touch if you’ve got the time. Maybe we’ll make our own memories together over a couple of Choco Webs…
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Yani
I wonder if she knows that I have this picture...
I wonder where this picture is now....
hehe
Peace, yan! =)
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