My Memory Journal -- Final Entries

AT PRESENT That was how it was 6 years ago. In those 6 long years, Rein and I went out for sometime. The last thing i know is that he moved to another place. It's somewhere near Parañaque. But, i have no idea where the exact place is. Since then, I lived in a condo in Makati. No visits from him. No phone calls. No letters sent. No communication at all. Then, I got lucky! I was lucky, I thought, because I was able to get here in Los Angeles. I'm still in L.A. studying another degree. I'm in my 4th year now. But, somehow, somewhere at the back of my head, the thought of Rein never ceased. I would even dream of him. Crazy, isn't it? I get those sexual dreams with him. In reality, I never thought of him. Maybe because I was busy with my reports and my studies, plus the fact that I've been here for 4 long years and all i missed was my room back in the condo in Makati. With me here is a photo that i personally framed. It's a photo of me and my bestfriend, Minami (she's Japanese, you know...) and another is a solo photo of me in my best and newest outfit---the light brown bolero-topped-spaghetti strapped-baby pink fitted shirt with my pleated rust-pink laced skirt . I bought a heart-shaped frame for no good reason at a shop nearby. It has the same intricate classic designs of flowers as that of the ones i saw from Rein's unit before. But, it's empty. The frame is in bronze, bringing a sepia brightness to it's emptiness telling me of something that has long been gone. "Long gone, but am still dreaming of him every now and then", ay! I'm done with my papers though. Now, what can i have for dinner? I searched my personal refrigerator just right beside me while i type my last entries... uhmmm....ah...yougurt! Maybe not. I'd rather take 2 slices of marble jelly cake before eating my yougurt. Wait! i saw a pasta mini-shop that had just stopped right...there... MEMORIES IN A JOURNEY Yum! i just had my pasta. Pasta, Rein's cooking expertise has something to do with pasta. My eating expertise goes to pasta. That's something. Yum, yum, yum! I wished that pasta mini-shop will stay right there till next week. But, you know, people here work almost non-stop, especially in NY. So some had to travel far and wide to earn a living. I'm already having a bit of my cake now. It's nice to be typing, while eating, while thinking, while eating again. I have reduced for I-don't-know-how-many-pounds now. I'm a bit slim than before i got here. The city's a bit colder these days since it's near Christmas. Ah...back to my sheets. The blankets, the bed sheets, my pillows, their softness, all reminds me of my room back home. Back home near with Rein before, where we heated our cold body's from a cold rainy day. Look, wake up dear! You're in L.A. he's in your hometown, what are you thinking? Ah...i just can't stop the daydreaming, the thinking. No. i can't stop yearning. No, I'm just reminiscing. Nope. I'm longing for it...I am. But, how is he anyway? But, my thinking will stop, i know. It will. I'll be back home after my graduation. Well, 2 years after my graduation. So long for this. My thoughts are still on a journey and i'm concentrating with my yougurt and... Wait! I'll buy some more pasta!!! Waaaaaiiiiiit!!!!.... dedicated to Rafael Lorenzo Fenix y Malixi