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A short called Agnes. And this is how I met her.

I recollect the first time my eyes laid on her. Every break, I used to dine alone in a bourgeois café established unpopularly along the university belt. It was less nestled by boisterous people and so a limpid place to purge time. Daily, I indulge my palate with Curry and cold Java whilst the remaining time is mine to grow callous in my seat. One fine day, as I was about to finish my routine, the meek chimes from the door belled. My eyes, as usual, is abnormally synchronous to  who goes in and out of the café. I noticed this fagged looking girl, clumsy in every detail as she dropped the book considering all puissance were on her fingertips, engrossed texting. And in the time she picked it up, stuffs in her bag slipped out. She was awkwardly a turn off and so I decided to depart without even looking where she would be seated.

The following day, she did not show up; I did not expect her to come back. On the other day, she was already perched when I came. Staring at her closely: plain earrings, dyed hair, faint makeup, the badge in her uniform, and the book she was reading by Tom Porter, no doubt an architect student not far from my institution. I requested a different entrée this time, but at the same charge. There was nothing fancy about her, not even fairly ravishing except for the dint on the sides of her cheeks. I wonder what her name is. As she closed her book about to leave, her surname inked sidewise, Cordova. I finally unveiled something about her, at least.

Days had passed and I figured out she would only visit to lunch thrice  a week. Increasingly, I was becoming an espionage to her. Every so often I would slyly tail her the moment she vacate the café. I did not care if she sees me, or else I would merely feign that were traversing the same route. Make-or-break, I irrevocably decided to introduce myself, I did not just know how.

One noontide, I saw her making way to the café. It was a terrible day for buckets of water come down from sky. She tried to cover herself with a book but failed so. Clumsy as ever, I whispered. Today is my day. I, on the abreast side of the street, with an umbrella amassing all the guts reserved, fleetly saved her from full-blown catastrophe. As gentle as a mist dress, I opened the door for her. This time, we shared the same table. We gibbered endlessly as the rain plummet unceasingly and decided to absent ourselves from respective class. Her name was Agnes  Cordova and the rest is how we became lovers.

And they'd sit in the trees and they'd talk thru the night 

While the blind moon swam in the pale starry light 

And they talked and they crowed and they told what they knew 

It was better than beer, it was all strange and new 

There was grass all around, there was black up above 

It was more than hello, it was something like love 

And I don't know why life, it seems to be 

So hard for dreamers like you and me 

When love is, love is, love is everywhere.

-Bob Schneider

Love is everywhere I go (Sam Philips)

for auld lang syne

I should have posted this earlier. Apparently, it turned out that I‘m a slowpoke. I was having a hard time last night clicking on the publish button, thinkin' if this post is worth posting after all. I guess.

As I wake up later (probably later than anyone else in the house I live), I would take a short bath, shave a few of my beard and mustache, perhaps. And parley on myself to whether I should clean my room just because the year number would change or have it linger that way. A difficult task  to decide on because I don‘t the see the point of it. I can clean anytime I want.

Today could be the last finest day I would have this year. Or, it could be the obverse as I strangle myself from the dumps I've held for the last 364 days. I can still call to mind in detail what I did last New Year's Eve and that doesn't bother me. But doing it again this year without unlikeness of it, I must be missing out something.

Regardless of what I whined, Manigong Bagong Taon!

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And never brought to mind

Should auld acquaintaince be forgot

And auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne,

We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet

For auld lang syne.

And surely you'll be your pint stowp

And surely I'll be mine,

And we'll drink a richt guid willy waught

For auld lang syne.

happy first ♥

Hi Blog! Isang taon na pala tayong magkasama! Lumipas ang mga panahon ng una kitang makita, lugmok ako nun. Binalikan ko ang una kong post sayo, puro heartaches at kadramahan tungkol kay F lang naman ang laman. Alam ko sinisuka mo na ka-emohan ko nun. Pero hanggang ngayon sinusubukan kong isipin paano kung naging kami. Ewan kaya nga kinalimutan ko na siya (ano daw?). Pero sa totoo lang wala na kong nararamdaman sa kanya. :) Iyan ang totoo sigurado ako diyan.

Alam ko masaya na siya sa kinalalagyan at kinakasama niya ngayon. Masaya na rin ako para sa kanya kahit na inalis niya sa ko friendlist niya sa facebook, kahit wala ng pansinan, kahit dati close kami ngayon hindi na ulit magkakilala, kahit ilang beses ko siyang iniyakan, kahit dati mas pipiliin kong hindi pumasa ang grades pumasa lang ako sa puso niya (sa kasamaang palad binagsak ko parehas). Minahal ko pa rin siya ng buo. I miss the days.

Marami na rin akong nakwento kay blog. Hindi ko nga lang naikukwento lahat kasi minsan nahihiya pa ko. Sana this coming year marami akong makwento mapa English man o Tagalog. Alam ko kasi minsan dumudugo na din ilong nito ni blog eh kaka English ko pero carry lang ang trip. Maraming “sana” akong gusto mangyari sa 2012. Sana mabago ang lahat. Nararamdaman ko may kakaibang mangyayari eh. Oo, I can feel it! Kahit slight lang. May magaganap talaga, wag sana masama. Sana dumami followers ko, sana rin mapalitan ko na yung relationship status ko sa facebook, sana maging friends na ulit kami ni F, sana maging 4th year college na ko sa pasukan (Diyos ko po naman), sana dumami pera ko. Yun lang.

Gusto ko rin pasalamatan lahat ng naging participants ng blog na ito (kahit konti lang kayo happy ako). Sa mga naging kasa-kasama ko this year sa blogosphere! Ang laki ng utang ko sa inyo. Kahit dun sa mga nagpopost sa chatbox ko na hindi ko maintindihan ang salita, I love you all!

May gusto pala akong i-post kay blog kaso nahihiya pa ko. Sinabi ko nga! Mahiyain ako eh. Mag-gagather muna ako ng lakas ng loob. Tungkol muli sa mga kahalayan sa buhay ko. Ahheeem! Change topic, kung mapapansin niyo may bago kay blog. Meron na rin siyang status message sa baba ng header. Improving diba?

Call me an emo pero I‘ll leave this song for you. Haaayyy namiss ko siya, nabuo tong blog dahil sa kanya.

This has been Ken of Solitary Outbreak. See yah punks!

Pero seriously, I‘m grateful that I have reached this stage of blogging. I wish this blog more years to come.