wish

I turned the corner, and there he was

leaning on the wall, one hand in his pocket,

the other holding a

cellphone, busily punching an immediate reply

to a business associate.

Around him, people continued

to mill about, approaching an acquaintance or browsing through

(the products in) the gallery. Amidst the

usual chaos of the 33rd floor, he stood looking

quite at home in the busy atmosphere, very much composed...

and very cute.



At my approach, his head snapped up,

his hand snapping the phone shut and

a wide smile drapes itself across his features.

He had been waiting for me, and

when I reached him, we make our way

as he guides me through the throng of people.



If only

that smile would appear that way

only for me.



+ I wrote this one day in June two years ago, a piece borne out of some wishful thinking, which was extremely short-lived. heh :D

++ This piece is also published at deviantart and at fictionpress.

Es regnet.

Es regnet.

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A face change for my blogspot site. Got bored of the almost colorless interface it's been in for quite awhile. Amazingly, my cbox account seems to have gotten deleted or lost or something. Couldn't access it anymore to change some settings on my tagboard. It recognized my username but i've got no emails whatsoever on my new password.

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The rain has stopped.

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Been in a writing mood for the past few days already. Wala pang umaabot sa space na 'to. Hanggang mood lang, wala pang topic o kahit anong ideya. Pero bumabalik ako dun sa mga panahon na naeengganyo akong magsulat - mapa-blog, fanfic o maikling kwento. kaya eto na lang ang nagawa ko.

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Kainggit ang mga taong maraming libreng oras. kasi kahit ang dami ko nang libreng oras, ang dami ko pa ring ibang ginagawa.

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napa-facebook na rin ako. dati sinabi kong di ko na 'to papatusin. e kailangan sa isang trabahong ginagamapanan ko. ayan, nagkaroon. at medyo nawiwili ako dun sa notes feature niya. iniisip ko pa kung anong mga isusulat ko dun sa latest note kung san na-tag ako.

medyo hindi ganun ka-straightforward iyong interface niya. di mo kasi agad makita iyong group kung san admin status ka. o baka kulang lang ng tweaking sa settings. pero tiningnan ko na iyon dati wala naman akong nakitang kahawig sa gusto kong mangyari.

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nakakain na rin ako sa bellini's. sa Marikina branch na nila 'to. inaya ako nina joyce at macel last night for dinner, supposedly, at a thai restaurant in marikina. andun na sina ate beng and dylan. i was determined to decline kasi masakit na mata ko (from puyat and staring in front of the pc for almost the whole day beginning the other day). then treat na lang daw. ayun, went with them. when we were on the way, closed na raw iyong thai resto so we proceeded to bellini's. ate beng and dylan already had dinner so they just had dessert and tea at the italian resto instead. macel ordered spaghetti with seafood baked in aluminum foil, pasta with prosciutto for joyce and me and campagnola (pizza). masarap! masarap talaga. kailangan maulit. there were breadsticks provided nung una which we (the three of us) devoured since past 9 na iyon and we haven't eaten. we even asked for seconds and even thirds pa ata. then they gave shots of sweet wine for each one of us. the owner (my companion presumed he's the son of the owner who's at the cubao branch) was trying to get our opinion on our dining experience so we also got to take a picture with him. and those pictures - since they're in macel's cam - have the possibility to no longer see the light of day. so, well, i'll just imagine bellini's through my memory.

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it's almost three. need to leave. will futsal myself along with other sikad peeps. ah yes, and something that would pass for lunch.

miss writing. but not like this. like something else. like in estupadoink.blogspot.com or other. anyway, need to go now. like you would care.

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[edit: 022509]
P.S. somebody posted the pics of which i was speaking above. teehee.
so we have the gang at Bellini's: seated-beng, joyce, macel, I; standing - owner, dylan

**wishing**

the night may turn out to be a memorable one. being with him under the stars, in this nice, dimly lit place with nice music. for once, she was dressed up, the feminine side of her showing, for a night of celebration. bring a date she did, and she had no want of anybody else by her side that night but him. they've gotten off to a good start, him keeping up his end of the conversation. it must have been a good night for dancing couples, but he didn't seem interested.

finally, the weight on his mind started to pour out. girl trouble, whether he should still pursue her or not. she patiently hears him out, the conflicts inherent in his situation and playing in his mind.

it might have been a perfect night, a very good start. but then, there's nothing she can do. all she can hold on to at the end of the night is just a passing dream, a fleeting fantasy.