And never look at me again.
Let’s pretend it’s not yet Monday tomorrow and we still speak with each other.
Let’s do that.
SUMMER BONES (more like summer fats on bones)
— Toto, Hold The Line
Reunited! A third of the original mighty morphin’ power… my black belt batchmates. (I’m too tired to think of a witty caption)
We were aged six to ten then. And now, we’re near to a quarter of a century. This is passion. This is our passion. This is our karatedo, the PKL way. We are one with the Philippine Karatedo League (I’m not being sentimental nor too serious, neither mushy but something else).
I am proud. I am proud of what we have become. Professionals in our own fields and still wearing our karate gi with discipline and respect. We are to continue this burning spirit within us and never to let it die by spreading it to the future black belts like an infinite wildfire.
Around 7:32 AM
You were there. And I wanted to sit beside you and talk about what happened over the weekend or the news or what you want to have for breakfast. But I could not. And I wasn’t supposed to.
You looked by the aisle. I was walking. I felt inappropriate not to greet officemates, so I looked back even when you were not.
I mouthed, “Good morning.” And confused, you replied with a “Huh?” and a question mark on your face. I then spoke with a chuckle,
“Good morning.” And both we smiled.
I am still smiling. And by the next meeting of our eyes, please let me say, “I’m starving. Let’s have dinner before we go home.” And simply, you will nod with mouth and eyes smiling; as gentle as that.
there is death
My dentist slash best friend is in love! Listen to her cover of Up Dharma Down’s Tadhana two years ago (starts @ 00:20). This video is an excerpt from her love story, by the way.
I am to see you soon in white with a bouquet of flowers. I love you so much!
I tried growing my beard, so I won’t need one anymore. But all I got after three weeks of not shaving were an annoying moustache and a few struggling chin stubble. After some time of looking untidy, I am giving up on the fantasy of me having a rougher jaw plus a don’t-talk-to-me-unless-I-talk-to-you-first kind of look.
Gah. Human appearance. Why does it have to matter? Why does it have to matter to me? I am not wanting to prove anything or to let everyone else see what I have been longing for them to see. I have none to show anyway. I think.
I just want to have that beard! And a clean-looking one. But my genes are woven differently. So, I just have to deal with it and run along (with sharpened blades and shaving cream).
How about you become my beard instead? I am winking here. Please don’t wink back. There is dust in my eyes.