We met at the mall. Or should I say, he ran into me, or he was stalking me, or whatever. I couldn't really hear him calling me because I had loud music playing in my earphones. This is how I was; I enjoyed walking in the mall with earphones stuck in my ears, listening to music loudly. And I'd love giving people the "blank" look, or the "Emily Face" as my sister calls it, whenever my eyes would meet with theirs.

Hmmm... Funny, who is this guy tapping my shoulder? I turned to look and Oh it was just him. Him. An old "friend" (or more appropriately, fiend), lost somewhere in Baguio's southern fog, or filthy canals. Oh sorry, did I say canals? (Smiling "evily" or sarcastically) Ah, there's no place like Baguio. Anyway, what did he want? Oh, he's just saying hi to me. Hiya back. End of conversation. Or so I thought.

SG [Stalker Guy] (Pardon me for not thinking hard enough for a better name...): Ey! Hi! Kumusta?

Em: Oy, Kaw pala yan (Which is my usual expression when I see a Half-stranger)! Ayos naman, ikaw? (Then removes an earphone)

SG: Ok lang din! Hindi na kita nakikita ah.

Em: Ah, eh, busy eh. Thesis. Overnights. (Grins)

SG: Buti pa yung thesis niyo, ... (and blah blah blah)

Sorry, I don't usually keep track of conversations if I weren't in the mood to listen. Well anyway, while we were talking (or should I say "while he was talking"), this 80's song came up next, it was just right. I imagined replacing the lyrics of the song into our conversation. Hmmm... Let's give it a try.

Em: Here you go way too fast, don't slow down, you're gonna crash.

SG: Ganon ba? Galing naman... (etc, etc.)

Em: You should watch, watch your stay here. Don't look out, you're gonna break your neck.

SG: Ah kami, (blah blah blah). Uy, labas naman tayo minsan, (etc, etc, blah blah)

Em: So Shut, shut your mouth, cause I'm not listening anyhow. I've had enough, enough of you. Enough to last a lifetime through.

SG: Nung sa _______, nahuli yata kayo dun no? Kami yata yung nauna, pero (blah blah, etc, etc)

Em: So what do want of me? Got no words of sympathy and if I go around with you, you know that I'll get messed up too with you, with you... na na na na na na na na.... Slow down, you're gonna crash...

Hmmm... Ang panget ng kalabasan. Oh well, you get my point. And this (yes, the lines below) ends the conversation.

SG: (blah blah blah... man, this guy talks waaay too much.)

At this point, I imagined myself giving this guy an uppercut. Then I imagined that he flew up the air and fell down flat on his face at the ground floor, bloodied and out of form. Poor, poor guy... But then, I erased this evil thought from my twisted mind.

Em: Ah, eh, sige, alis na 'ko, may lakad pa 'ko.

SG: Saan ka punta?

Em: May ka-date pa 'ko, sa _________. Sige. (Then walks towards the escalator)

*Yawn....* Enough Said.

Thanks to Mr. Wendell Villoria for the awesome comic strip. Visit his blog at http://wendsdomain.blogspot.com/. His name is at my links section.

And yet the Angels descended from the heavens,

Singing praises of love and uncertainty;

To humans and their thoughts of everlasting edens,

Unknowingly swindled to the tune of travesty;

In the subtle eve as time passed in silence,

We seek, but in confusion we need not find;

Of harmony unspoken, and heed not violence,

And the ebony sky starless and stained of words unkind;

Along with the last of the glacial rain,

We rest amongst the bewildered;

Catching the unwelcoming droplets, almost feeling insane,

Finding words of beauty, speaking unhindered.

Hands holding firm a thousand broken dreams,

Is it hope that we found or faith that we lost?

It was unfinished for a while... Had a hard time thinking about its title... Not entirely sure what it's about. (O_o;)

***New Footnote: Yeah I think it's about a time when I was doubting so much the things in my life and almost lost faith on all of them, but was and is glad to have faith back again.

Hate. Why do we sometimes love to hate? Are we born to suffer this fate? Is it because a person really deserves our hate? But what if we're being hated by other persons as well? Isn't it hard to get out of this vicious cycle? Don't we wish that we were born without hatred?

Because sometimes, it is us, ourselves that we hurt the most.

Also from my Black Book, lost dated...