I’m knitting a scarf for someone special, I call the scarf Chicago Winter becayse it is black and red, and they’ll probably use it for a rendition of Chicago on Ice (assuming that there is). I hope I’d finish it before next year, I’d give it to my friend as soon as we see each other. He likes black and red.

I’ve been sitting here for three hours surfing the internet, I’d go back to the dorm soon to pack up and continue the scarf, I’d be leaving for the province as soon as possible, probably tomorrow after passing my my Lola’s place, I son;t spend a day there anymore, I’d go home na afterwards to ward me ff from the memories that Manila keeps me reminded of, memories that continue to hurt me however beautiful they are.

French songs sound good, I can just dance to them for the qhole night over spagetti ang candle light. I hope I could have someone tonight with me in the dorm to eat spagetti with and chat with, it’s safe, anyway we won’t have sex, we will just eat pasta over candle light, nothing intimate.

I miss my friends who talk to me a lot, I miss the people who make me feel that I am special, there I people who really make me feel that I am a cery special being, I am just afraid that sometimes, I won’t be able to make them feel as special as they make me feel, I need to give back you know…that is why I’m knitting…while listening to this soundtrack of Eat Pray Love.

Anyway, I better get going na, my bill’s up again, shooting to the sky like a firework. I thought being alone is fun…but no, it is not.