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:: complete and incomplete thoughts, daydreams and illusions ::

Minsan

Minsan
kailangan mo rin palang pilitin ang sarili mong
magsawa
mapagod
makaalis
makalimot
dahil minsan
mas-mabuti
ang mawalan ng pag-asa.

by: distantorigin at 10:21 | link | comments

Distance

"Where are we going again?" Greg asked his friend as soon as they got into the train.

"To a party," Mike replied as they passed through a tunnel.

"That is around 40 miles from here where we don't know anyone?"

He nodded. "Yup."

"And we're going there because...?"

"Because it's Christmas. And we were invited."

"Who's gonna be there again?" Greg asked.

"Some guys from the workshops."

"Just the guys?"

He shrugged. "I guess some girls will be there, too."

"Some girls. You mean...?"

Mike nodded. "Yup."

---

"So, which one is she?" Greg asked as soon as they got to the party.

"The one in blue."

"The short one?"

Mike chuckled. "That's her."

Greg looked at the girl standing by one of the tables. "She's cute."

"Yeah," Mike said. "I told you it was worth it."

"What is?"

"Coming all the way over here," he said, as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Well," Greg agreed. "Love is always worth it."

by: distantorigin at 10:19 | link | comments