It’s not about “me” loving “you.” Don’t think of it that way.
This essay is one of the 1,234 letters that I have written for you. I do not know when, where or even how I will give it to you. I just wrote it addressed to you in advance hoping that you, my future partner, would admire my love for you.
It’s a cycle, a cliché scene in my mind wherein the boy-meets-girl setting ends up not-so-happily-ever-after. It’s common for you because you’ve experienced it time and time again. Kinda sucks, right?
Kumusta ang mga Diyos sa kabundukan ng Benguet?
Magkikita tayong muli, naway pagpalain mo ako sampu nang aking mga kasama.
Bago mahuli ang lahat, kumusta ka? Nanumbalik na ba ang iyong sigla? Ikaw bay tilay isang punong hitik sa bunga?
I never thought that I could be so satisfied
Every time that I look in your angel eyes
A shock inside me that words just can’t describe
And there’s no explaining
Iwan ko ba kong ano’ng meron ka
Sa tuwing magkakasama ka ako’y naiiba
Nais ko lang na ika’y makaakbay
Makalad ng sabay
I wonder who’s using Yahoo Messenger still nowadays.
Been awhile since I’ve opened my YM. I’ve chatted with a handful of people thru YM since smartphone tech arrived featuring FB messenger, Viber and the likes.
Anyway, Im looking for someone. Kind of miss talking to her.
I am blessed. To be living on three full meals every single day.
I am blessed. To be sleeping for six to seven hours even in the midst of the tropical sun under protective roofing and sturdy walls.
I am blessed. To be with a very supportive family. Including my two lovely dogs.
I am blessed. Simply because I am breathing right now.
Weeks ago, eastern and central Visayas were overwhelmed with probably the worst typhoon recorded in history, typhoon Haiyan (Yolanda in Philippine atmospheric organization). She carried out strong 250+ kph winds and storm surge as high as two-story buildings. Footages shown all over the web how winds would snap coconut trees and peel off roofing of just about any structures in its path.
Soon enough, the nightmare showed its real face.
Dead bodies along the way, flattened houses, uprooted trees. Devastation.
This is something unheard of even with this country facing 20 to 22 typhoon on average per year.
My heart is still bleeding. I badly want to help in more ways than one. I still don’t feel fulfilled with what I have achieved in the past weeks.
But for now I must pray and continue to strive.
Three years in the making. Several invitations. Finally, it’s about to conquer me. I am about to surrender to its beauty, mystery, magnificence and harsh conditions.
Will I succumb to defeat? Will I give in to pressure? Will I lose this battle against myself? Will my knees tremble like in the name of love?
This is the outdoors Julius. Leave love for the meantime. XD