It happened when a business card appeared on the LCD screen:

Dean

09165447865

“Woah. That’s fast.” I muttered under my breath. One of my closest friends knew him cause they belong in same course & year: AB Philosophy, Sophomore.

I texted her back. “Domo “

—

When was it, when I first caught sight of him…?

Ahh right. We first met at a concert organized by their department. Their fund-raising concert benefiting an orphanage. I cant miss that , Urbandub’s there

So where was he…?

He plays the lead guitar on one of the side bands that night. John Dinopol-ish. Perhaps, thats why I immediately liked him (but unequal with Mr. Dinopol :3 heehee) I was with my friend that time (the same one who gave his number) and Im sure I was blabbing and blabbing about him that I was being out of myself and very much sure I adore the guy. Then those three words came…

“Wanna meet him?”

A wide grin affirms it.

—

“How come you’re not talking the whole time were with him, huh?

“Like what… would i even say?

“You like him.”

“But I did.”

“Eh? How come?”

“In my eyes and brain, I am screaming ‘I like you i like you you’re so hot!’ Hehe”

“Hehe. Coward.”

“Nah. I’ll just text him.”

“Weh… do you even have his number?”

“Heehee… that its up to YOU, my friend.”

—

” I totally like you ;>”

“Wh0 u?”

“Oh im sorry… I think you dont have to know.”

“What? Sin0 ka na nanaman?”

What the heck is this guy saying? I mumbled.

“Nanaman? I just said i like you that’s all. Byebye ;>”

…

“W8,” he replied. “Ok, f u dnt wnt to tell wh0 y0u are… r u gay?”

“Me? GAY? Hello… Do i sound gay? Perhaps, you are dude. Heehee.”

“kaw nga jan eh bgla bgla n lng txt… baka BAKLA k nga?“

“oh well, if that’s what ur thinking… then i must stop this shit. seriously, all i wanna say is that i really like you ever since i saw you walking out at rum 240 f ur socio-anthro class. that’s all. ja-ne! ;[ "

...

".. s0rry. cge na nga... so gusto mo talaga ak0? 0_o"

---

My friend exclaimed this:

" Waaahhh! Grabe ka na ah... Sinabi mo talaga yun?"

"Yeah. Straight to the point. Guys like it."

"So he didnt ask where you got his number? Ano pa ba pinag-usapan niyo ha? Tell me tell me!" *grinning+excite

"Like, nothing much. I just said how I already  liked him, the first time I met him..."

"YOU MEAN NAGPAKILALA KA NAaaa~~?"

"... Tange... Siyempre, hindi. Where's the thrill dude if I were to do that? ^____^"

"Whoa...There's a plan ah... For what?"

"For what? A plan? ... Nothiiinggg~~~ heehee"

"ohmygashyoueviltwitch! okay, youre STALKING him no???"

"Stalk?! Stalking meant to do disturbance. Well, Im not. And I think, he's up to it :] “

“Siyempre ba naman tol. Guys like it when they feel they’re…”

___

“…so fucking special. I wish I was special.

Im a creep. Im a weirdo. What the hell Im doing here.

I dont belong here. I dont belong… here.

___

blue

is now i feel

since your soul

left a patch for us

to only sigh with . . .

“what had just happened?”

in just a turn

of an old leaf

what has been

became

where had it gone?

unable to talk

with both senses

&

saddened by suddenness ,

I’ve began to become accustomed to this…

that to love

is to lost

to an opportunity

that you

only had been able to avail

due to a chance.

but, back then, the feeling

was thought to be mutual

till the end.

The fault was mended

or was it

only in my perception?

To talk about it,

oh well,

I dont know even how to start…

As if im blind

I see everything

and surely

there’s no need to discuss.

The way it used to be

have long been

shoved away

and its remnants

are the

hi

hellos

but more dominant seen is

goodbye.

there’s no more us

but we’ll be accustomed to yours.

World. To escape from it, build one with your own true dreams and aspirations.

A blog is like a new world for me. I can be who I want to be. Express what my heart longs to be. Just being me.

Of course, it is impossible. And so, I built another me. The one who can be me. Nikumi Aijo. Its a mashed up Japanese words of both happiness and loneliness. Life’s like that. It is like me.

I guess no one will ever learn who am I. Lest when I start writing up things which are purely unethical, blasphemous, incoherrent, diabolical, and so on…. Which would never happen.

Yes, I am seeking my happiness here. By means of living in my “hopeful” world out of here, I plan to share my short skits or stories or poems which I usually do whenever I am inspired or demystified or paranoid or whatever theme takes my mind. By that, I am fulfilling my dream of being a so-called “writer”. 

Yes, you’ll feel how truly I become lost in my weird mind by means of future stories I intend to share. I hope to create those lines of imagery which are simple, creative and short, just apt for our fast-paced lives.

Because this is a somewhat ’surreal world’, none of my daily struggles would be included here. Ive had enough blogs to blow my emotions out.

Nikumi’s Sekai will be is a dream came true.

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