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”you don’t really smoke, do you?”
“twice a year.”
sometimes, bus stops are real life stops.
you get to meet people who just blow you away and leave you
basking the aisle of surreal flood, you know that it has a
color but you can’t tell what the color is.
“what’s your name?”
“Richelle.”
“is that the name of your classmate with the biggest boobs in high school? come on.”
It was 6am and I was going to the pharmacy
It was 6am and I stood beside this man with a backpack and bagtas sandals.
It was 6am and he was so inquisitve and so suspicious and so alone.
I finished eating mais
“sorry i was so hungry, i did not give you a piece.”
“beautiful people like you need to sleep more.”
it was 6am and he knew I did not sleep well.
“you used to have long hair. and you used to sleep on the bus. and you used to…”
“used to bang my head when the earphones were up.”
“yeah, how can i forget you.”
and he began to really annoy me. not because i hate it when
strangers talk to me but because i hate being observed
and being told about it.
“i’m going home after 2 years. i have to start all over again.”
“i wish i could do that, pick a date, escape and go back if i feel sad. sadder.”
“to where?
“people only leave if their happiness flies away. somewhere else. if not to that place where they want to go to.”
“aha…”
i wanted to smile but it might make him too proud of his wisdom. so i just dunked my hands into my jacket pockets.
“and why are you going back? you never found that happiness there?”
“it did not fly away actually. i was just too crazy, fascinated with flights and hallucinations.”
“do you still write on that notebook? sorry but i saw you for a couple of times in Ceres, Carles-bound.”
“sometimes. but today, i was in a hurry so i left it. and my player.”
“it’s great that i have this chance of standing right next to you.”
“what’s the drama about? im just a sleepless girl in a jacket.”
“do you believe in kindred souls? like those lives that remind you: you still belong here?”
i wanted to smile but it might make him feel misjudged.
“do i remind you of SOMEONE?”
he wanted to smile but i knew he tried hard to hide it.
“do i remind you of a special someone?”
he smiled.
“yes, very. you remind me of my self.”
“oh i’d be happier if you told me, that i remind you of a past love. haha. i love bitching with the past. that touch and chase style.”
“im not kidding, the first time i saw you with that patadyong bag, yawning 3 times every hour, writing things down, smiling near the window, i felt safe, i felt that i am not a secluded case.”
“ah grandiose romanticism…do you write novels and paint ever-afters?”
my sarcasm did not work that well.
“you are just saying that because you are good at evading.”
“sometimes, we have to be good at such things.”
he looked at the highway,
“oh oh it’s here.”
“see you around romantic. halong.”
“reach me here.”
he handed me a little card
on it,
a name. before the name, a title. below the name,
a strange-sounding address.
at home,
i turned the faucet off, wiped the toothpaste bubbles
from my lips and dialed the number,
“the number you have dialed is either unattended
or out of coverage area, please try your call later thank you”
and the same autoresponse
for the next few hours.
.
no shit. seryoso? that is SUPER UBER interesting. wah. and this was today. haha!
halong. =)
Posted by kimay at October 8, 2008, 1:08 amand i’m listening to homogenic now. because the vision of you torrid kissing her reminded me i miss being drowned tranquil with her music.
alarm call ang gatukar ron. also, i think interesting people will have interesting encounters once in a while. just to hint dili sila secluded case. ^^
Posted by kimay at October 8, 2008, 1:16 amkapakuging sang trip mo ya! kuging! adik! bangag! pero gwapa kag cool. padayun lang bro 
you are my kindred soul.
@ron: no problem ron it’s my honor. yup, unfortunately, this really happened. haha. lablalalab 
@kimay: hu u? why u comment here ba? what u wear? haha. better ask your parat kung naa sya nameet na Vivian na taga Iloilo, tingale ahem… (si bibyan akong nanay) thanks sis, kiat man si bjork oi. si lola nato. 
@officem8: ikaw gani, galakat isa lang, gakadlaw pa. ubra mo panglingling
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she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.
sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.
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and this. a proof that:
how you see LIFE is how
you actually see YOUR self.
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maddening spurt:
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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac-
wow… tinay maraming salamat po for doing this tag
i really appreciate it 
very curious… i am hoping na based on real life to. hehehe!
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the poem? nope. i just tried to decipher the cryptic painting she gave me
Posted by ron at October 7, 2008, 8:43 pm