the rain. the kid. the kid dancing in the rain.
when was the last time i danced in the rain?
yesterday afternoon.
it started when i decided to tip-toe my way to the ME Department to check on my ES12 grade. i passed. that kind of pass that gives no allowance for a single mistake. i needed 12 out 20 from the last exam. i got exactly that. after four takes *such a shame. but, hey! we passed! and for the first time in this blog would i be mentioning about the rain. dancing in the rain.
i just wanted it to be dramatic. that kind of thing i haven't done for anything else that happened in my life. so i danced. i made splashes with my Chucks. and i was drenched. my orange jacket soaking in the rainwater. i extended my arms to welcome the shower all over me. would that be a polluted rain, for all i care. it was freedom, finally, from dose. and having made it to the cut-off added to the reason to celebrate.
and i broke the strap of my lavender adidas sling bag. and being this i'm-sorry-mom-i-played-in-the-rain kid, i didn't care. i picked it up in the middle of the street, not minding if the light already turned green. i was just worried because my laptop was inside that bag. i was a kid that knows nothing but play. i just clutched it and continued my dancing.
and when people asked, i just told them, sometimes we need that kind of drama in life. and so much for the drama, the rain has stopped and turned into a cold blow of wind. so much for the drama, as i was finishing my bacon, footlong, two servings of rice, two servings of pancit canton, pepsi and smoothie *oh! smoothie in the rain. why not? i was shivering. that kind of chill that made me worried that my lungs are gonna collapse any minute and that the cholesterol deposit in my arteries are solidifying to block the passage of blood. so much for the drama, the chill was torture.
and i never looked forward for a hot bath in my whole life the way i did on my way home. kuya, can we turn the aircon off and turn the heater on instead?
yesterday afternoon.
it started when i decided to tip-toe my way to the ME Department to check on my ES12 grade. i passed. that kind of pass that gives no allowance for a single mistake. i needed 12 out 20 from the last exam. i got exactly that. after four takes *such a shame. but, hey! we passed! and for the first time in this blog would i be mentioning about the rain. dancing in the rain.
i just wanted it to be dramatic. that kind of thing i haven't done for anything else that happened in my life. so i danced. i made splashes with my Chucks. and i was drenched. my orange jacket soaking in the rainwater. i extended my arms to welcome the shower all over me. would that be a polluted rain, for all i care. it was freedom, finally, from dose. and having made it to the cut-off added to the reason to celebrate.
and i broke the strap of my lavender adidas sling bag. and being this i'm-sorry-mom-i-played-in-the-rain kid, i didn't care. i picked it up in the middle of the street, not minding if the light already turned green. i was just worried because my laptop was inside that bag. i was a kid that knows nothing but play. i just clutched it and continued my dancing.
and when people asked, i just told them, sometimes we need that kind of drama in life. and so much for the drama, the rain has stopped and turned into a cold blow of wind. so much for the drama, as i was finishing my bacon, footlong, two servings of rice, two servings of pancit canton, pepsi and smoothie *oh! smoothie in the rain. why not? i was shivering. that kind of chill that made me worried that my lungs are gonna collapse any minute and that the cholesterol deposit in my arteries are solidifying to block the passage of blood. so much for the drama, the chill was torture.
and i never looked forward for a hot bath in my whole life the way i did on my way home. kuya, can we turn the aircon off and turn the heater on instead?
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