Mizpah: "The Lord watch between me and thee, when we are absent one from another." (Genesis 31:49)
Grace: God's unmerited favor; God's sufficiency or God's fullness in the life of the believer.
05/29/95, Tuesday, 4:14pm, was the date and time of my birth. :)
Currently a college freshman majoring in sociology at Mariano Marcos State University, Batac City.
Proud to be an ACEan---graduated from Northside Bible Baptist Academy, Laoag City, on 04/01/2011.
I was born in the Philippines then spent my childhood in Cambodia. I am fluent in the national language of neither nation.
"It is more important to know how to live for God than it is to know how to make a living."
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
There’s this guy.
He is four years older than me, and he has a girlfriend.
No, he isn’t expressing certain “intentions” or anything, if you know what I mean.
He’s just a really close friend. It was quite sudden, actually. In less than a month, I’ve gotten considerably closer with him and four other friends.
Anyway, about him. He’s like a big brother to all of us.
He just gets really close sometimes. Physically. It’s not harassment or anything. Maybe I’m just not used to it.
But he has a girlfriend, alright? And at random times he just grasps or plays with my hands, wraps his arm (or arms) around my shoulder or waist, tickles me, pinches my arm gently, pulls me close to lean on his chest with his arm around my waist, pulls my head close to him and lets me lean on his shoulder, leans on my head with my head on his shoulder, touches the side of my head with his mouth or chin, hugs me from behind…
At first I just thought he was only doing that to comfort me while watching horror movies. We’ve already watched five with the rest of our barkada in one week. But on Wednesday, we weren’t even settled to watch a non-horror movie yet and he pulled me to his chest again. Thursday, the movie was paused and the rest of our friends had left the room for a while, and he pulled me close again with his arm around my waist. Friday, we were watching a comedy video and he was still holding my hand. Then during a water break while watching a horror movie, I was in the hallway with him and another guy friend. The other guy was walking in front of me and not looking, while he was behind me. Suddenly he hugged me from behind, much tighter than he’d done two days before that. I kept walking and so did he, while hugging me. Then he let go for a while, but he did it again and suddenly let go when we reached the end of the hallway where our other friends were waiting.
In our circle of friends, our relationships with the guys are very big brother-little sisterly types of relationships. They both have girlfriends, after all. But in the past week, it’s been pretty difficult to just brush off such close physical contact, especially the ones that happened apart from watching a horror movie. And he always says stuff like, “Wag kang matakot, nandito lang ako,” whenever I get scared. And then there was this one time when we were with our friend on his motorcycle. He was in front of me and my hand was on his shoulder. He suddenly took my hand and said, “Inaalagaan kita, alam mo?”
It’s just… It’s disorienting.
Not to mention he smells like something incredibly nostalgic.
I don’t get it.
He takes the time to say “Hi,” wave hello, smile, or nod his head in acknowledgement when I see him around campus (and twice in front ofmthe hospital as he passed by on his motorcycle), but online there’s absolutely no conversation. Two Twitter mentions so far, but other than that, nothing. Trip lang? :P
At least his classmate/friend is more or less consistent. Mwahahaha.
Saturday was pretty interesting.
I woke up at 5am, having taken a “nap” at 6pm the night before. I’d set my alarm to 7pm but woke up at 12am. Since I didn’t have anything to do, I continued sleeping until I awoke at 5.
The first thing I did, I admit, was surf the net. Mostly Twitter, Facebook, and 9gag. I also sent a programme I was asked to make to my former psychology instructor’s e-mail, so that’s one significant thing I accomplished.
At 6:30, I took a shower. It had occurred to me that it would be nice to take a walk, so I thought, Why not? I left the house at 7.
I walked from our house to McDonalds with just P50 in my wallet, and used it all on a Chicken Fillet with Rice and Reg. Soft Drink meal, just so I could get a table. Fortunately one of the booths was available.
The first thing I did was fill in my diary (as in what-I-did-today, not what-I-felt-or-thought-about-today) entries for the previous three days. Then I began making a journal entry in my really cute red notebook while eating my meal. I don’t know why, but at one point the rice started tasking like soap. Meh.
After finishing my journal entry and breakfast, I pulled out my current read, “Great Expectations” by Charles Dickens. Classics are actually pretty nice (the first one I read was “To Kill a Mocking Bird” by Harper Lee). After “Great Expectations,” I plan to read “Animal Farm” by George Orwell. (The reason I have those books by Dickens and Orwell is because last Sunday, our family took a trip to Vigan City, where the nearest National Book Store is located. :D)
While reading, I overheard two conversations around me. The first one was among three or four middle-aged men. They seemed to be discussing family politics. The second one was between an older lady and what seemed to be the manager of that branch of McDonalds. From what I could gather from the dialogue, she had been robbed at the restaurant the night before.
I left McDo when I noticed more people were coming in. I walked to the Plaza, where I continued reading, then started walking home again. I sort of lazed around the house until lunchtime, and then again from one to two o’clock. At around 2:30, my sister accompanied me to F Salon to get a haircut and hair rebond. I have short, very straight hair now. I still plan to get another haircut next weekend, though. An inverted bob. I just don’t feel the straightness of the ends of my hair right now. I need more texture. o.O
That’s it, I guess.
Oh, and I chatted with my crush’s friend/classmate on Twitter for the first time that night. He’s a pretty cool guy too.
He’s so different.
He stands out, without even trying. Even from a distance. It’s like there’s this spotlight shining on him wherever he goes.
Sabsabali. Kakaiba.
Different.
Two days ago, my sister and I were walking around campus. It was around 6:30pm, and I suggested we go hang out in front of the library. As we neared the area, I realized he was there, just about to leave. I glanced at him just once as he left on his motorcycle.
What in the world was he doing alone at the library (which was closed) at 6:30pm during the university-wide Students’ Day, while the party was still going on at the opposite side of campus?
He’s different.
