It’s been more than a week now since the day I met two guys with the initials of L.T.O and T.M.C. If you are wondering why these initials sounds familiar because L.T.O stands for Land Transportation Office and T.M.C is Traffic Management Center. You might be wondering why. Well, it was a weekend where I spend my whole afternoon hardware hopping. I was suppose to bring the Pick-up (1996 Mitsubishi L200) to a car wash. However, my dad told me to find some moulding and paints for the repair in the house. Since I was able to bring the car, I did him a favor. Around 5 o’clock in the afternoon, I was on my way to a bakeshop for daddy and his laborers’ merienda. Somewhere in McArthur Highway I was stuck in traffic. As when the red light turned green, vehicles starts to move, when I was almost in the boarder line, the green turned yellow then red. I have no idea what went into my mind and not stop. I was probably high during that time. A guy in green approached me and asked for my license. Before he got beside my car door, I flashed him a big smile. And he smiled back. Upon reading the details written on my license, he asked me if I’m related to a councilor here in the city. It was my middle name that made him ask that question. ADVINCULA. I told him a far relative, where in fact, I don’t have an idea if we were related to each other. Another guy approached me and told me that I have three violations. First is WRECKLESS DRIVING, then the plate number do not have a 2007 sticker and I cannot give them any vehicle registration. During that 30 minute conversation, I talk a little and smile a lot. In short, they never gave me a ticket, they returned my license, and I never gave them even a Peso.

i've been hands off on the keyboard since i got here in davao, i think. and i know that i got a lot of free time to ride the tricycle and the jeepney and find a place to do this thing. but the problem is im broke! uhmmm. im not that poor. actually i had a one thousand pesos in my pocket. and what do you think i would do with that amount of money? of course, pambili ng milk at MTS and water at BlugrÉ... and hindi mawawala ang dinner at pizza hut. during that night i spent more that three hundred pesos. so i kept the remaining. i often went out. go to school, met with kuya icon, nag-food trip kami. then went home. that was my routine for the passed week. at weekend, what was left in that P1000 was a hundred pesos! one thousand for one week! and the thing that bothers me a lot is that, that money is not mine. that was supposed to be the bayad of roxanne to mommy! at kung mabasa ito ni mommy, good luck to me. i'll probably start writing my last will and testament tonight. i'll now bid my farewell to this cruel world! tah tah.. lol

Words that you should know were left unsaid. Actions that I should show were left undone. Nights’ kisses were never forgotten. And expressiveness never has been part of me. I tend to keep myself in silence, for I probably fear rejection. If only I could speak my mind, and talk to your eyes, I would probably tell you that every night I dreamt of being with you. And everyday all that I am looking for is you. I never mind what they say. I never cared for your past. What we have now is more important than whom you’re with yesterday, last week, last month or few years back. You may not intentionally hurt me but I once tried to end my illusions but I don’t want to. What I want is you to be the last person I’ll see every time I close my eyes at night and be the first person I’ll see when I wake up every morning. If people say that I’m wasting my time on someone who will never see me the way I saw you, then the time spent with you is worth wasting at all. So here I am, kneeling before you, not asking for a forever; but for another chance and please don’t say never.

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