cherryl! goodluck...hope you nailed the interview! anong work yun?...now that ate vane's getting married, where are you gonna live? chuks.

marlon! havent received the pic yet. you sent it a long time ago, it's prolly lost somewhere in the south china sea...hahaha...why are you still asking about it?...and about doing it...i'll only do it for love (true+forever) no...no chuks...and yeah, heard from oche that you guys went out last friday and that you brought with you a classmate who allegedly has a crush on you...ahihihihi...

went out din nung friday...group kami...bespren tuan was there too...parang weird yun sabi miss nia ako...bwahaha...at pinipigilan akong uminom ng "ruoui'" (rice wine with goat's blood)...kasi di ba traditionally, gamit ng mga viets ang wine as aphrodisiac...so si bespren ay pasabi "it will make you wild." non-sense di ba...eh ayaw kong uminom ng beer...tas sabi ng iba kj ko naman daw lemon juice lang inom ko...mag alcohol naman ako...so sabi ko ok, get me ruoui...i ended up gulping two shots of ruoui para tumigil ang mga tao at ng makita ni bespren na di ako magiging "wild" bwhaahha

read about this article about a prologue...the prologue made up the whole story...no epilogue, no nothing...just a prologue...hmmm, then maybe the writer shouldnt have called it a prologue...but let's skip the semantics part...anyway, the writer was telling this story about a guy she met in a bookstore who happened to be looking for the same elusive ayn rand book she was looking for...how serendipitous...they made small talk...so she learned that they come from the same school, that he comes from some province down the south of luzon, that he has an interesting, probing mind...the story ends there...

that got me to thinking about my own prologues...the most recent one is the airport incident...kenneth lim from iloilo...we were in this pre- pre-departure area, hoping to catch the next plane to our respective provinces...noticed him coz he was kindda cute, not aragorn-handsome, but friendly-eyes-easy-smile cute...he sat next to the policewoman on my right...then he took out the machiavelli book, the prince...intriguing di ba...i went back to my own eric segal book when the woman beside me whispered that "that guy" has been staring at me...shemps natawa ako...anubayun...anyways, to make the story short, the woman played cupid (saying things like we -ken and i- were meant to meet kasi what are the chances na we would be in the airport at the same time and all that stuff about fate. weird pero kakatuwa.)...tas she made us sit beside each other...we made small talk with the woman and the girl on my left...so i learned then that the woman was on her way to leyte and that he and the other girl to iloilo...small world ano...then he asked if we were hungry...sabi ko i was so we went to this food booth...tas he offered to pay...ahehe...nalibre tuloy ako ng burger and juice...we talked some more so i had the impression that he was generally a sweet guy...miss na raw nia nanay nia and her luto; he would have wanted to stay home but he likes adventure kaya labas sia ng province nia to "explore"...when i was about to board my plane, we exchanged numbers and promised to text each other once we arrive home...came home first so i texted him na im home na...he texted back saying "it was nice meeting you, sana maulit" (verbatim)...yun lang...the story ends there...kakilig pero i knew na hanggang airport lang yun...


everyone has his or her own set of prologues...wonder what they're for? it's like an aberration from the otherwise "normal" course of life (with a beginning and ending; both of which spans for quite a period of time)?...it's like an intermission in an otherwise boring spelling quiz bee; or tv commercials between movie scenes...yeah, maybe they're there to give us a brief respite in life...and maybe even to make life a lot more exciting...oh well.