just seen Alicia Key’s video “teenage love affair” and i cant help those memories from surging, drifting me away and back to my wonderful college yesteryears.. well, it’s not only the love affair that I’m mulling and wistful of, but the whole strangely protracting college experience I’ve had. and I’m really missing it, even it wasn’t all that sugar, spice & everything nice.
GORGEOUS ROOM12.
wia. hazel. alma. apreal. ate nanie. ate sar. ate lily. janel. ow. ate lei. ate bing. haifa. ate mayvel. ada. ate rose. did i miss anyone? those were the gorgeous room 12 of Super New Girls Dormitory. i miss them all so much. the chicka’s. saging and mani at comcen. movies at sm. eating lunch and dinner together. window pal. window pal wars. manits. morning walks to the forestry to gobble on that yummylicious good old pater. jogging with wia, to see our crushes at the oval mainly hehe.. trips to iligan. tambay at ate adel’s. over the bakod for coming in way beyond dorm curfews. our fave pancit canton with sputnik salo-salo. sweety’s Kama Sutra lessons hahaha. the patawags. the daily 5pm gorgeous12 rampa at comcen. badminton at the dorm lawn. being all giddy during fog season, hala fags! fags! being all curled up in bed during cold rainy season. the loud music, that pissed off the neighboring rooms. we were always the pasaway ones who refused to participate at the clan clean ups and do-days. really i miss all that you guys. but like i said,
THE DORM LIFE wasn’t all that bright and shiny. but i would rather think of the downside part as the test, that kept us all together binded and stronger, as friends and as college students. the frequent brownouts, especially during exams, made us turn to the magic of candles, even making the usual dinner to something less ordinary. and every time the lights are down, the guys from the boys’ dorm act a little bit stranger than the usual. the boys and girls holler at each other from sweet nothings to different cusses. and then there’s the water crisis. i dont know how we’d survive it. waking hours earlier before your class schedule just to get in line to a mile-long pila to have a share of that miracle bath water. i swear, dormers would kill for a bucket of water if anyone would try to make singit. there were also times when water didnt come for a week that we had to walk all through the fisheries, mag pakapal ng mukha makiligo at humingi ng tubig.
and then there’s the FAIRYTALE. my sorta fairytale. my teenage love affair. once upon a time, i fell in love with a guy i thought only existed on the parallel universe. i never thought someone like him would actually fall in love with someone like me. him and i, we were a wrong fit right from the start. yet somehow like magic, suddenly he’s perfect for me and im perfect for him. i remember how we used to look at each other. how he looks at me, like he cant take his eyes off me. and how i looked at him, like no one else existed around us. my friends would tease me how my eyes literally sparkled when he’s around. im inlove with that guy. suddenly all the rules i set for my perfect boyfriend were all ruptured and shaken. after all, there’s no such thing as rules of love, right? i remember how it brightened my day just the sight of him, waiting outside my class. or to hear him call out my name over the fence of the dorm. or hear his voice through the phone when he’s away. or how he held my hand so tight. but i also remember how it crushed me, every single aching time, he failed to pick me up after class or fail to show up the whole day. or how he ignored me for a week just because we had a fight. for a long while we managed to sail smoothly, holding to whatever i possibly can. but somehow we drifted apart. i drowned, taking every piece of it all down with me. well i guess there
goes my fairytale. after all that happened, i still love that fairytale, and i will keep it in my heart, no matter a new prince tumbles from his high steed and falls in love with me.
so there’s my teenage love affair, inpired by Alicia Key’s video. ohhh and what-do-ya-knaw, today marks the 63rd monthsary of my supposedly love affair with him. hmmm, that must be why im squibling and jabbering and getting a bit, oh ok, a lot slushy all too suddenly. hay na lang.. ok, gotta get on board now and scud my way back to the present..to reality.. hope the wind darts me to the right direction this time. so long!!!
