Una sa lahat, sasabihin ko na baka mas ‘masaklap’ pa ang aking kalagayan kaysa sa’yo. Halos anim na taon na akong single. Tatlong Valentine’s Day na rin ang nakalipas na ‘matamlay’ ang aking hapunan sa pinaka-kinasusuklaman mong araw. Animnapu’t apat na lalaki (Oo, binilang ko ngayon!) na ang aking na-date alang-alang sa aking paghahanap ng ‘The One.’ Hindi ko na mabilang kung gaano karami na ang lalaking nagpakirot ng aking puso. Ako siguro ‘yung huling taong aasahan mong naniniwala pa sa pag-ibig.
I have been stalking you for quite some time now.
My fingers have memorized each letter of your name out of habit.
I have picked up tiny bits and pieces of you as if those are clues and trails of your character.
And somehow, I feel like I already know you.
Just so you know, I have examined you carefully--
I signed up for a full marathon last August, just because I wanted to feel that euphoria of crossing the finish line.
As a writer for a sports show, I've written about it too many times in my life. But I never knew the actual feeling of 42.195 kilometers. The closest I got to a full mary was 33 kilometers of trail, when my evil diarrhea successfully 'DNFed' my 50-kilometer trail race.
After bouts of asthma and laziness, I finally got crazy and signed up for TBR Dream Marathon. Suddenly, I had something to look forward to.
I hate being a girl sometimes.
During days when I’m trapped with too much feelings
Emotion after emotion swirling and swirling
Turning me into a disgusting, cowering, delicate, and fragile monster
I am in total surrender to every turn of my hormonal blend
I am a slave to this brutal switch that breaks from one mood to another
I am caught in the tides
I have lost control.
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