You looked. I looked back. You looked away. I looked down. You glanced. I glanced back. You smiled. I blushed. You walked. I followed. You looked around. I stood frozen. You smirked. I bit my lip. You approached. I stood still. You stared. I stared back. You winked. I swallowed. You said Hi, I said Hello. You walked across. I couldn’t move. You signaled. I came. You laughed. I chuckled. You pressed. I watched. You waited. I waited. You looked down. I looked down.

I am never a scholar in any form on how the universe evolves. Not even a single bit about cosmology. But one thing is certain to me, that the world’s existence comprises of different laws. Laws that been created by men through ages, rules that been followed by humans and animals to extend the understanding of peace and unity in the world.

A good friend of mine told me that we human beings are just mere creation of God. Though we are truly created in his image and likeness, but we have to understand that humanity is just only his creation and not his duplicate. Just like we created something out of clay, it’s a product of our own brilliance, a manifestation of our own imagination, a sum of our thoughts.

A consuming apprehensive emotion overwhelmed me an hour before the final result of my Physics subject has been disclosed. Waiting for the clock to stroke every second was considered to be a lifetime of restless agony in a death-row chamber. The judgment day of my breaking free to the real world, a verdict to pass on and an exit ticket ride to step out through the academic gate of knowledge.

A full Laughter engulfed the air in my room as I was playing with my Beautiful niece, my little Sam on a hot sunny morning. She was in the verge of tears of laughter while I was tickling her tiny body with my fingers and using her mother’s hairbrush to tickle the palm of her feet. Little Sam roared out a mirth that was so vibrant and rich that uplifted even the mournful spirit in Hades realm in the underworld.

High hopes and dreams flooded my innocent mind while I was sitting at the balcony of my Grand parent’s house. It was an old house made in the early 1960’s by my grand father with the help of his comrades. The first floor was made of bricks and cements while the second floor consists mostly of hard wooden materials. I wonder how my grand father conjured the resources he used to build this old ancestral house.

It was a humid Sunday afternoon in my beloved Katipunan.  The heat of the blazing sun nipped the very essence of my body as it penetrated my susceptible skin. It was on that very day while I was sitting at the veranda of Café Xocolat, a haven situated at B. Gonzales Street next to Burgundy Place building in Loyola Heights where people of different background spend time for various reasons; I was swept back in time on the day after my father’s funeral.