Ayoko talaga sa’yo. Nailang nga ako sa’yo nung nalaman ko sa ibang tao na “crush” mo daw ako. Pero pasalamat ka at “mabait” ako kaya pinapansin pa din kita. Hehe joke.

Ewan ko ba, nitong nakaraang araw, nagbagong bigla ang paningin ko sa’yo. Nitong linggo, ewan ko kung bakit, pero pinag“date” Niya tayo. Magdamag kitang kasama. At nasolo nga natin ang pagkakataon noong sinamahan mo akong magservice. Pinakiusapan pa kitang maglakad dahil mas matagal ang ating magiging usapan. Salamat at pinagbigyan mo ako. Salamat din at nasubukan kong magkuwento nang marami sa ibang tao, hindi lang sa journal ko. Nagulat pa nga ako nung nilibre mo ako. Habang tayo’y kumakain, nagiging kumportable na akong kausapin ka.

Pagdating sa service, habang nakikinig ako ng preaching, nasabi mong iniisip mo yung pagkanta ko. Na tila ba’y umuulit ulit sa isipan mo ang sinabi mong “maganda” kong boses. Syempre, hindi ko normal na gawain ang pagkanta, kaya iniisip kong “nabola” mo ako.

Tapos inaya ulit kitang maglakad nang pagkalayu-layo para lang makakuwentuhan pa kita. Salamat kas talagang pinagbigyan mo ako. Nagsimula na tayong dumaldal sa ating paglalakbay pauwi. Kadalasan nga nating pinag-uusapan ay ang appreciation sa kabilang kasarian. Hanggang sa nakumpirma kong totoo ngang nagka“crush” ka talaga sa akin. Tinawanan lang kita dahil wala lang iyon sa akin. Tapos nagpatuloy tayo sa pagdaldal. Bigla mo ba namang sinabi, “Huwag kang magfo-fall ha.” Bigla kong nasabi sa isip ko, ang kapal naman nito. Para namang magkakainteres ako sa kanya. Hehe.

Kinabukasan, magkasama na naman tayo. Syempre, dahil kumportable na ako sa’yo, ikaw na yung madalas kong sinasamahan. Sa’yo ko pa nga pinatago yung bag ko eh. Panay pa nga ang sori ko ‘pag may kinailangan akong kunin sa bag ko. Pero parang patas lang kasi nakikihingi ka sa powder ko.

Kinahapunan, matapos ang kapaguran, hiniram mo ang cellphone kong may camera. May mga pagkakataong kinunan mo ako. Naiirita ako minsan, pero natutuwa din. Mas ikinatuwa ko yung kinunan mo nang magkatabi ang sapatos nating dalawa. Pero sayang, hindi mo sinave.

Sa pagtapos ng araw, nagpasya kang samahan ako. Pinilit mo pa nga akong magpalit ng damit kasi nakita mo ang pagkairita ko sa nangangati kong leeg at dahil buong araw tayong nagpawis sa kakatakbo. At sa bawat pagkakataong nakikita mo akong walang imik, panay ang tanong mo sa akin ng “okay ka lang?”

Bigla kong naalala yung sinabi mong “Huwag kang magfo-fall.” Ginagawa mo naman ang mga ganitong bagay sa iba pang mga kababaihan, pero naging iba ang dating ng mga iyon sa akin. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ngunit nagsisimula na akong matuwa sa iyo. At kung maulit pa ito ng mga tatlong beses, marahil ay magkagusto na ako sa’yo. Buti na lang ay magkakalayo tayong muli, hindi dahil nakakairita ka ngunit baka ‘pag nagpatuloy ito, mahuhulog at mahuhulog ako sa’yo. Hindi kita binobola.

Ayan, concerned na tuloy ako sa’yo. Mag-iingat ka palagi. Ipagdarasal kita, pati ang mga damdamin natin, na sana ay mahulog ito sa Kanya lamang, at sa darating na panahon ay mahulog ito sa taong Kanyang itinakda.

Nagmamahal,

Grace

i am thinking of how my class schedule would go…

i hope that i will have no 7:00 am classes, as well as 5:30 pm…

i hope i could pay my loan so i can go and enroll…

i hope ma’am phoebe would allow me to take modern geometry instead of algebraic structures I… some people say that math 120 is hard and they preferred taking it on their 4th year…

i hope that i will not be too shy to ask for help in some math problems…

I HOPE THAT I WON’T GIVE MATH UP. it’s getting hard! and i chose to do my own pleasures instead of getting my head in the game.

i hope that i will have a slot on FA 110… i don’t want to take up econ 11 or physics 111 together with my major subjects… eww.

i hope that there will be an enough amount of money for enrollment…

i hope for short lines and a lot of slots!!!

i hope for a hassle-free semester!!!

and i hope that personal problems will be gone before i face math problems.

PHEW! God will take over!!!

Ladies and gentlemen, lemme tell you “HOW AM I…?“

…with God? (God, we really need to talk…!)

…with my family? We’re doing okay right now, but things are getting crazy when the PC’s open.

…with my physical self? I’m afraid of getting fat. Ooh-la-laa. My hair is dry, my face is oily and I sweat a lot.

…with my studies? I haven’t checked my grades yet, and I am afraid of doing so because it’ll only destroy the sweetness of my summer vacation. I haven’t paid my student loan yet, and I still have no idea of what subjects CRS has chosen for me.

…with ministry? I am doing nothing here, sometimes I attend music practices or help in cleaning up the center.

…with my friends? Sometimes, I hang out with my high school friends. I bond with my churchmates during the weekends. Oh how I wished I could join my kuya, Mandeep, Josh, Jhing, kuya Zy, etc. in their gimmicks. I am also missing my friends in Baguio, I hope I could go back there SOON!

…with my LOVE LIFE? locked until Level 23 :p

…with internet? Woooh! I can now open my Facebook for longer hours! Too bad the PC has no Y!M installed. And I have been surfing YouTube for cello lessons, and gladly, I found videos of Hans Zentgraf. *applause* Recently, I made my own Plurk account that I should have done a year ago. I am doing better with Mafia Wars! I have unlocked Moscow but I have set my focus in finishing New York jobs. I love robbing! It is less risky than fighting because I don’t lose health and I gain more experience points. But I have to give more stamina for that. I have also tried Happy Island, but I spend little time and effort for that. Now somebody invited me to try Treasure Isle, and let’s see if I would enjoy this one. I am still opening my Friends for Sale only for the sake of growing money. AND I AM RELIVING THIS BLOG. Sayang kasi eh…

anyway, IT’S SUMMER! have fun, kids.

despite of such expenses, my heart for taekwondo cannot be eroded.

that’s it.

the couple might throw the biggest banquet for the last one.

many have dreamt of having this kind of guy. but i have dreamt of having the guy. his name have filled all the one hundred and fifty pages of my diary. he travelled every nerve in my brain and visited almost all my neurons.

a song said,”a guy like you is impossible to find.” the singer’s right. there’s nothing in the world like him.

then one day a girl knocked off my feet and shouted,”STOP IT!” right through my ears. i couldn’t let go. my body seemed trapped with the thorns of illusion.

for times i thought my name was inside his hidden box. but after getting serious heart pierces whenever this girl throws awful kisses to him, i have felt more hopeless. i have made some attempts to pull off these thorns from me, but i am just acquiring more hurt.

in the midst of moving forward, i have learned to wait. just like this man on queue.