Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Oxford is back

I heard someone's taking great care of you. It always put a smile on my face everytime I know you're smiling.. much like seeing a rainbow after a storm.

I'm getting my green card next year and I have a couple of business trips to do around Asia. I'm quite positive that I'll drop by Manila. Look for you and just maybe see you at a glance. Not so sure about actually saying hi, coz I wouldn't know who's around.. we'll see.

I'm not too sure exactly what would happen when my eyes meet yours. I am not so sure about the situation when the time comes.

i don't think i'm done yet. allow me to expound.

i arrive in manila.. (i don't call you of course - but i will, find you.)

now what do i do? you're there.. in the corner, sipping coffee. what the hell do i do?.. walk by and say hi? then what? should i ask if i may sit down? should i ask if i could buy you lunch?

or should i just look at a glance and just walk on? ..oh well, it'll be a 14 hour trip on the plane anyway.. i'm sure i'd figure out what to do.

why? i don't exactly know.. all i know right now is i remembered. it only rains 3 days a year in california. the other day it did. but when it does, i do remember. how much more when i go back to manila? lolz.. it freakin rains there everyday. i'm not aware of anybody who loves the rain as much as you do.

and by the way.. when i said i remember when it rained.. half of it was you, and half of it was the last day i saw you five years ago.. it was raining then too, i remember..

ciao..

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