Hungover

 Last night’s dream was so weird. Maybe it was caused by the alcohol in my system.

My Nat Sci 1 class was boring the hell out of me and I wanted out of it. Strangely, in the class before my schedule, one of my friends was there (I think it was Chelsea). One day,  I decided to sit in her class. It was way different from my class: hers was more fun, more engaging. Their professor was lively and the class responded well to him. There was rapport.

In between one of his lectures, I was falling asleep (I think this was the 11:30-1:00 time slot). He distributed papers to the class, and when I got one, he called my name. But since I was sleeping, I brushed it off. He was making me recite, but all I did was ignore it; I just went on with my nap. Nakakahiya! Everyone was looking at me, yet I just slept.

After that, I seriously started contemplating on dropping my Nat Sci 1 class and moving to Chelsea’s Nat Sci 1 class. (I don’t know why, but my real-life Nat Sci 1 class is at 2:30-4pm. In my dream, it was at 1-2:30. Weird.) For days, this went on. I asked my friends about it. I asked my classmates about it. I think I even asked my professor about it. I don’t even think it’s possible to change classes now.

I wanted to shift classes, from the dull one to the lively one.

It was like a rumor that spread. Eventually it went back to me. I just couldn’t believe how twisted it became when it went full circle.

I merely wanted to switch classes. The rumor that was spreading was that I wanted to SHIFT COURSES. It was unbelievable at first, but then I remembered that the exact same thing happened to my Math 2 prof.

So that was the dream. But the best part about it came after: I was barely awake when the dream ended. The dream felt SO REAL. As in I was thinking for real if it would help to transfer classes. I weighed the pros and cons, I thought of when I would do it, I thought of the consequences, everything. I even wondered, "Oh shit, did I just transfer classes? Did I just change matriculation? What happened?"

Seriously. I really thought I pushed through with it. 

Then I snapped back to reality. I had a hangover. My head hurts. Ouch.

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Poetry

Here’s a poem I wrote for my Creative Writing class. This isn’t exactly what I submitted. I revised it a bit, but it’s still pretty much the same poem.

Sunday, 3pm

Press the button.
On.

   Kris Aquino runs her mouth
   (Like she does every Sunday)

   Lebron James shoots,
   He –
   (replay of yesterday’s game)

   Oh my gosh, Katy Perry’s –
   (replay of last night’s show)

   Two passenger planes crashed this mor –
   (I don’t feel like hearing bad news)

   Ely Buendia announces a possible reun –
   (replay of last night’s show)

   Bla bla, K-pop once ag –

   Ooh, American Idol, but –
   (replay of last Thursday’s)

   The Godfather! The greatest
    movie. The greatest
    actor, Al Pacino.
    But the credits are rolling so –

   Paris Hilton’s body is unbelievably th –
   (I just can’t look at it)

   A John Lloyd movie, but he’ll remind –
   (replay of last night)

   Mmm, sweet n’ sour pork.
    And Kris Aquino demos how to co –
    What?! But she can’t –
    (I’m sick of this girl)

Ehh.
Naptime.

Off.

Love Letter Writing Contest Entry

As promised, here’s the entry I submitted to the UP Writers Club. I really hope this wins. 3k, 2k, 1k, I don’t really care. I just wanna win.

To my one and only honeybee,

Another day has passed, another day I don’t see you. The last time we were together you held my hand and grasped it tightly, like you never wanted to let go of it again.

Then you guided my hand to your silky smooth hair. It was so soft. You weren’t kidding when you said you had angel’s hair. I feel fortunate to be in love with an angel, and even more fortunate that an angel loves me back.

That was February 14, almost 365 days ago. That was also our second anniversary.

Valentines’ day is approaching. I hope we can make it just like last year.

When we were in each other’s arms, cuddling.

When I was tracing your body’s smooth outline, stroking it with a feather’s touch.

When you kissed me on the nose.

When I kissed you on your chin when I was aiming for your lips.

When you told me you were enjoying every single moment when we weren’t even doing anything: just sitting under the tree while you were resting your head on the left side of my chest, listening to my heart beat.

And you swore you heard your name emanate from my heart’s chambers.

When I held my hand out to feel your heartbeat but instead felt something much softer. Then I heard the cutest thing in the world: your giggle.

Then you drew me closer, you pulled me in. Your natural aroma caressed my nose. And you made the butterflies in my stomach flitter around like no one else ever has.

Then we were close enough, our bodies were close enough, for us to smell each other’s breaths. Close enough that I can feel your nose rub with mine. Close enough that I get cross-eyed when I stare at you. Close enough to let our lips do what our bodies were doing. And for our tongues to do even more.

But I was blind then. Blinded by your love. Blinded by your beauty.

Blinded by birth defect.

BUT I CAN SEE NOW! What you said about the world is true. It really is beautiful.

But I know I still haven’t seen the most beautiful of all that God created.

That’s why I’m looking forward to seeing you for the first time…

Lovingly yours,
A.L.F.R.