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i used to think im a free spirit
im not constrained by rigid plans of the future
limited by absolutes
nor intimidated by risks and uncertainties.

but im not so sure any more.
i prided myself on being flexible and versatile
but explode when things don't go my way.

how i see myself is not exactly what i really am.
i claim to be spontaneous but i always have a to do list.
i love surprises but can't tolerate unexpected guests.

i feel like there's a totally different me in written form
another when talked about and a completely alien one in reality.

But is real really real? Or like most things reality is relative?
And what is the point of reference when talking about what's real?

Take for example a pack of potato chips. The taste is different
when eaten alone and when shared. Or maybe it's just me who thinks so.
I can go on and on but I doubt if I can come up with a satisfactory
conclusion.

Might as well let it rest.

Again

She was rushing for cover from the unexpected downpour. Her clothes were wet and her hair was in disarray. She was carefully setting her feet one by one on the slippery tiles when something from her right caused her to raise her eyes. And there she saw the person she buried at the back of her mind. The one she had learned to forget. It took her mind a few seconds to recognize what her heart instantly remembered.

Dressed in crisp white and black tie, he came towards her without seeing her. Her mouth called out his name in disbelief. It's like something sprang open inside him and he looked at her blinked and said her name twice. The first came off like a gasp as if to ask himself if it truly was her. The second was bolder and with more conviction.

She clasped his hand with both of hers. Unmindful of the people around her and her disheveled appearance, she drew him close and told him how much she missed him. It turned out they were working just across each other all these years. But it was all over in an instant leaving her to wonder if she indeed saw him.

Thoughts raced through her mind and memories flooded her vision. All the wonderful things she boxed inside suddenly broke free. It seems like only yesterday she was yelling at him to catch the ball. Two days ago he let her copy his homework. A week ago she gave him a letter just because she felt like writing one. Two weeks ago she walked barefoot from the gym to the classroom because he failed to lead their team to victory. A month ago she and her best friend stayed overnight at his house to work on a project. Two months ago he made a scene in the library with his earphones on. A year ago she accidentally...she'd rather keep it in the box. A year and a half ago he told her she loved her, but she later found out he told everybody that. Two years ago he was scribbling a note she forced him to write. Two and a half years ago he taught her how to dance boogie. Three years ago he pushed her to another man which made her protest violently. Four years ago she moved her seat to get a better view of his face. Five

Christmases ago he eagerly waited for her to open her presents from him. He grinned when he saw how ridiculously happy she was. Six, seven and eight. She realized it's been a decade since the first time they met.

Years may have passed but for her, there still remains that something which never fails to captivate her. And so for the nth time, she fell.

Biking At Midnight

Whew....two months after my maiden voyage along the streets of ortigas, i was finally able to venture out to the unchartered streets of san miguel, pearl and escriva. After I blew the rear tire of my so-called bike a couple of months ago I was forced to go on foot again along my favorite streets.

What a wonderful feeling! It's so relaxing after a stressfull 12-hour shift. Biking along the road at 12 midnight and at a one way street at that could surely turn heads and raise brows.

I didn't care. I was so happy. I even got a glimpse of the concert of Sugarfree.

Highlights: going the opposite way on a one-way street(i really forgot it was a one-way street), using Jollibee's CR w/o buying anything, Sugarfree (Free COncert), driving along San Miguel with cars alongside, driving up the Tektite cobbled walk.

I didn't carry any valuables with me even coins..I didn't have a pocket. And in case I encounter some HUers they wont get anything from me..too bad I didn't have a camera with me.

I was just wondering if it would be a lot better if I had someone with me.

Wht do you think? Care to join me?

(image: just after my trip)