i should have written about the lovely time i had in la union learning how to surf. never had time though. since i came back my mind were on a thousand things.... like the island boy with his screaming fart and his thinking pad. i've never wanted so desperately in my entire life to snoop on someone's belonging. i wonder what he was writing about? i had this silly idea that he wrote a poetry about me. he kept on giving me shy glances. for the first time, i saw a guy sleep. and he looked so serene, so peaceful while his early dreads lull him to slumber. i should have taken a picture of him while he was sitting on his board, patiently waiting for a wave. i wonder if i'll ever see him again...... if i do, i promise myself that i would break out of my anti-intimacy shield and say hi to him and probably tell him that we had sex in my mind a million times :)