Friday, September 22, 2006
Yesterday.
After an exasperating teaching resposibility, i (with Angela) came to our music class 15 minutes before dismissal. I looked for a seat and realized that our friends spared two seats for us. (how sweet!)...i was sitting there...alienated...it seemed like i couldn't think of anything more except home..rest..sleep.. I didn't know what was going on. It took some more minutes til i got my brain cells together.
Our music teacher was talking about Mozart and his life...when all of a sudden, a friend tapped me and asked; "Naaalala mo toh?" (the pen that she was holding)
Thought: "huh?!? NOt really.."
I can't figure out how did i react...perhaps i wore a poker face... then I smiled.
She said; "Ito yung ballpen na pinahiram mo sa kin last year...yung pinagpalit mo sa ballpen ko?"
I giggled and it was a reflex reaction. I thought it was of no consequence at all.. something like,
so what? or whatever...until she said strikingly; "At least nasa 'kin pa! Nagagamit ko pa! Eh yung ballpen ko sayo?!? Nasaan?!? Wala! Wala na!"
"Pinahiram ko kaya kay Steph," I said in
bunkish defense..
"DI KA KASI MARUNONG MAGPAHALAGA!"
I chuckled without meaning anything at all..
She smiled at me..
It hit me.
Truth hurts.
I just can't get the gist of keeping a grain of sand from footprints.
I don't buy class pictures. (i tried buying once but i don't know where it is..)
I once kept letters. (but i threw them all at once because i needed some space for something else...academic stuffs and all)..a part of my psychopathetic identity perhaps...
History is like a bird that nestles on my arm and soon flies away.. and i don't really care. Sometimes, its claws are meant to scribe something on me...blood drips..and soon...it's out of my mind but it houses my soul.
I only learn from all of it. I think it's more than enough.
--Peek-a-Boo--
6:43 PM
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