Jun 14, 2019
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READ AT YOUR OWN RISK: ENGLISH NAMAN!
Ang hilig ko kasi magsulat sa English. Hinahasa ko ang sarili ko sa english language. Sayang naman kasi ang natututunan ko sa pabasa-basa ko ng mga novels. Pure tagalog kasi ko nung highschool, kaya trinay ko naman ang english nung college. Ginawa ko 'to nung time na wala pa kong masulatan na journal, mga last June rin lang. Balak ko sanang isa-isahin ang mga naaalala kong magagandang nangyari, chronologically. Pero tinamad na rin ako nun, at halos basa na yung damit kong gamit sa sipon at sa kaka-iyak. Ginawa ko 'to dun sa notes sa Facebook pero di ko pinublish, ayoko na kasing madagdagan pa ang mga taong naaawa sakin kasi nagawa ko pang magsulat ng isang "letter" sa taong nang-iwan lang sakin sa ere.
CLOSE-OPEN. CLOSE-OPEN. It requires the infant to close and open his hand(s) as the words 'close' or 'open' are said respectively. Now somebody told me this is a popular child's game and that throughout our entire lives, we'll be playing it.
It was a June night in 2007 when I was out with my friends at Dunkin Donuts located at Naga City's centro. At that time I had managed to graduate high school March of that same year with the same perspective to all the guys out there, they suck. Then Reynaldo De Guzman spoke with that tone of his that sounds like a prophet, "May darating rin na isang lalake sayo na magpapatunay na hindi lahat ng lalake, pare-pareho." The way he said it, it felt like a challenge. So as much that my mind had taken that it was a challenge, I spat "Tingnan na lang natin." Then after some time, we all headed home.
Now that I'm thinking about it, I want to say thanks to Kuya Rey. Even I don't know if the gratitude should be taken as sarcasm. Because you see, that was the same night I met the guy who I think with Kuya Rey's words, materialized himself.
I have a thing for firsts. If I were an external hardrive, there would be a folder in my backup labeled 'FIRSTS'. It is those moments in which I remember every single detail, on which all of my senses are heightened --- cases in which I relish everything. Know the quote "It is not the number of breaths you took that counts, it is the moments that took your breath away"? Most of my firsts were these moments.
Vim's introduction.
The first time you played the guitar.
First impression to you.
The white shirt, black shorts and eyeglasses you wore.
The first text you sent to me and on how I pretended I had no slightest clue who it was.
Those moments you played the guitar and sang songs with me.
The first time you sang "Now and forever" as we sat on the bench outside our dormitory.
The night you asked me to be your girlfriend was the same night of our first kiss.
June 30, 2007.
The nights I get to spend the night with you, with that same tantamount of sneaking in and out of my room.
The day you introduced me to your parents in which your dad said, "She looks so much like didin"
Those days that I bought cup noodles and voice crackers for you.
The day I wrote my first poem for you and on how you read it without permission, and me chasing you to have it back.
The night I told you I don't know who I am.
The night we slow-danced in the dark corridor to the song "Out of my League".
The day we went to ADNU to play basketball while raining, it was the same day we kissed in the rain.
The first night I got drunk because of you. (haha)
The night we first watched hentai.
The night we watched the last full-show of "Charlotte's Web", you forgot the plastic full of things you brought at the movie theatre and on how I ran fast to get it back.
The night I ran through the rain to look for you, finding you at last and on how you told me to go home alone.
The day I gave you a bouquet of flowers.
The night you moved out of our dormitory.
The day you gave me your first letter.
The day you gave me Bob Ong books, nearly completing the set.
The night you, me and vim were unable to go back to our dormitory.
The first time I went to your house in Legaspi.
The night I first heard "Kundiman" and how I made it my song for you.
My 17th birthday which I consider the worst and best birthday I ever had. Worst because my parents didn't give me the usual party, best because you organized a surprise birthday party for me with your own savings.
First video you ever made for me.
February 16, 2008.
Blink.
The ring you gave me. The bracelet from you sister.
The night your ex called you to get back together, in which you said to her "I love her. I'm sorry."
The day you told me that I was like a "kabute", lulubog at lilitaw in the days when you're practising for the folk dance.
The night I cried and plead to you that I love you and to never leave me.
Nights I've made a bowl full of stars and rolls made of paper, each with a message I want to say to you.
The counted mornings we went to Basilica to jog.
The day you and Carl moved out to Sta. Cruz.
The trip to Daet to extend our condolences to Vim.
Your 19th birthday was a rainy day, it was when I bought a round cake with 19 candles lit, I called you to go to your apartment and ta-dah! surprise! You told me that it was truly a surprise.
The rainy night I drove around the city, looking for you everywhere. It was the same night you were at Jaq.
The night you were texting someone and when I asked who it was you just scolded at me "anu man pakialam mo?", you slept with your back at me.
The days you watched our theatre plays, one in which I starred as a sexy character. Everyone told me I was great and that I was really sexy. But in my mind, it was your comment that really mattered. You brought a bouquet of flowers and a pizza. The minor sponsors you took.
The day you gave me a bouquet of flowers coz I said it so the day before.
The cake you gave me with "I miss you so" written on the front surface.
The endless nights you fell asleep first and me looking at your dear face, planting kisses on your forehead, eyes, cheeks and lips now and then.
The night you took me on a date at Avenue Square for our 28th monthsary. It was the same night you read your second letter to me.
February 14, 2010. Reservation at Red Platter's terrace. It was a surprise for you.
The days you took me to and fro MSH, BMC and Kadlan for my scheduled duty.
The countless mornings you ironed my ward uniform when I'd be on duty that day. You were my Ironman.
First time we spent in Manila was during my affiliation.
Market, Market! where you bought me tickles and days after, we bought a shih tzu which I named affi.
The Laguna trip.
The time you told me who I really am.
The night I went to Naga to look for our apartment.
The night we moved in.
The Glee nights and days after, we were both introduced to Barney Stinson. I remember how you watched it non-stop.
I got into an accident. And that same day, I was tortured by my CI.
The day you asked that CI to be good to me.
The night you told me that you don't want to be committed anymore.
Watched the movie (which I really depise up until now) "Going the Distance" with my friends because that was the time I saw you with another girl.
Months after you begged me to give you a second chance. I did.
Then it was gone again.
It was those moments that I felt weak, I felt giving up on you.
Graduation came and you were there. It was a plausible reason, you were the axis in which my entire college life rotates to.
Though not in full detail, I remember those happy and sad moments. There were those moments I wish that these moments won't ever end, that I came looking forward to the second time I get to relish momets that would take my breath away, and string beautiful words to write about the "Seconds" or "Thirds" with you. Even along with those heartaches and troubles, I chose to love you more. Because it is you and no other.
It is a pity to waste such kind of love. Pure and innocent, fragile yet resilient. Maybe my optimism was much fed by countless anime shows I watched as a kid. I am a stubborn person with closed fists, afraid to let go.
Well I guess if I really love you, I should let you move on.
It's time for bed. Hate doing close-opens.
Leave me sweet messages to wake up to, won't you?
Gaano ka-close?
Nakakatuwa lang kasi sa tingin ko ay close na kami. Madami na akong kaibigan na laging kasama. Kapag walang prof, sila yung katawanan. Sila yung kasama mo kumain. Kasama maghasik ng lagim. Lewls.
Sayang kasi parang napabukod yung iba kong kasama sa amin. May sarili kasi silang parang circle na hindi namin kasama lumabas. Prang hindi nila trip lumabas ng univ. Pero kasama namin sila sa asaran at tawanan. Pero mas masaya siguro kung lagi namin silang kasama.
Nakakatuwa kasi sa loob ng apat na araw, close na kayo. Super binabatukan nga nila ako. Pag kinikilig sila pag inaasar nila ako dun sa type ko daw pero sila ata ang may tipo. Ewan. Issue e. Ayaw nilang maniwala na hindi ko yun type.
Why are babies taught of 'close-open?'
So someone answered it! Thanks Melo! She said that ... (It is because it is for the) sensory motor stage. We train infants to do that para daw madevelop ang motor/muscular skill coordination. ~ that's what her professor said. She asked it 'cause she saw my post and 'ang kulit daw' :D (something, something .. Uh, let's just say it's something catchy) Then one of my theories is right.
SOMEONE HAS ALREADY ANSWERED ABOUT THE CLOSE-OPEN THING! YEAHBA! GONNA POST IT LATER!