my brain was disturbed by the idea that many 14 years old Filipinos were already not a virgin (discovered that from a radio show). if we would trace the culprit in this case, we'll just end up with a never ending finger-pointing.lots of talks, poor in action.

TRUE STORY.

ok. i have an escort right now. he's fine. he digs my moods. and we are both inclined towards arts so that made me more into him. the same on his case. but then, i was surprised when he asked me to do the-thing-that-my-parents-told-me-not-to-do-until-i'm-married.i was shocked, obviously. i'm contented with our frequent conversations about our favorite radio show and other stuffs that requires deep appreciation. i never thought that he have that in mind.

inhale, exhale. "if you want that, go to a club, not to me." atleast i have the courage to  decline. i think i do love him even if there's no physical contact. i'm so fine with him spilling his ideas about how he dreams of  touching the clouds, which games he played when he were young, his fears, his happiness and his future plans (including his dream to be an Information Technologist and getting a dreadlock). 

well, sometimes my hand is secured to his. i love it when the wind plays gleefully with his hair.  the loving sparks in his eyes makes my day a memorable part of my life. for a moment, economic crisis and melamine issues seemed too far away from me.

i'll stay firm with the desicion i made. if he's not okay with that, then fine. if he really loves me, he could wait until my dad gave me a sign that i could already be a wife. in that time, i'm sure i'm ready.

i'm too young. it's still a long journey. i could wait. i want to see more of this world. if he like, he could wait too. he, too, still have a long journey to take.