(Date) 6 September 2004
(Written at) Jaynie�s Dormitory to House
(Time) 11:30pm / 5:41 am
De La Salle-Dasmari�as� wonders are better appreciated at night when one�s alone. The beauty�s always too much to take in that one has to pause a little to breathe per gulp of awe intake.
The light posts played with each step I took. I was moving through the other road towards the exit, the more obscure and lonely path than that of the main road. I made sure I walked in the middle of the way. It was already 8pm, and road kill was not an option for vehicles were scarce when at that time of the night comes. I just dawdled around, each step acquiring more delay than the other; each gaze left to linger on all the lovely pieces of nature�s graces.
I kept on walking. And walking. And walking more.
I stopped dead on my tracks when I reached the fork. I looked back. Everything�s immersed in black.
Then it dawned on me that hey, maybe being alone is not so bad at all.
I slowly raised my foot up, poised for another step. Slowly, I made my way to the gate. There were still no cars passing by. Being alone is not bad, I whispered with half determination as I savored my new mantra. Nope. Not bad at all. I can have five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes to devote my noodle to. Surely, in those five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes, I can find a lot of things to fill it up with. What is another year of solitary bliss?
The cold wind blew. And I had only my hand to hold.
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If indeed the world is fueled with love, then I am not sure I have been paying my rent faithfully. I think I have lapsed a couple of years trying to avoid my landlord.
In front of me a while ago sat a person I have long looked up to. If infatuation got the better of me before, I couldn�t guess, but I think I still hold my self good with an air of nonchalance around him. Apparently he believes in love. Hopefully not the slum-book kind.
I asked, isn�t love just chemicals? You�re in Biology, you should know that. They�re just produced by the brain.
He produces a vague answer, but still remains in what he believes. Later that night, I would be caught by his innocent charms and childish beliefs. Even more later in the morning, I would be caught believing there was a spark like he confessed in the kiss.
Then, later this morning at 6:28 am, I wouldn�t know what to make of my self anymore.
