Here is the dreamer. One who created and played with the pen and the keys of a world soon unmade. She remembers the wind, water, earth and flame. She loved even shadows but knew naught of hate. With a heart too soft and a strength unseen, she loved the world and she lived a dream.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Marathon

153. Instead of having our usual P.E. class, our teacher told us that she'd be requiring us to participate in a marathon being held in the city for the benefit of breast cancer. Everyone was excited for it although it required waking up very early to go to the meeting place which was in front of a certain showroom, where the starting point was. I remember this particular memory because there were so many late participants because of the early morning traffic caused by hundreds of participants from all schools, not counting independent participants. You had not arrived yet so as we started, I jogged alongside our other friends. It was a tiring event had it not been for the conversation. The entire thing lasted around two hours. I kept wondering where you were and I texted you continuously. You were very late. Then suddenly, halfway through the route I spotted you, standing by a tree. And without skipping a beat, you joined us. It was totally unfair because you only run through half the given route. You only laughed and said it didn't matter because you had already signed the attendance sheet. Since you were late to begin with, it didn't make sense for you to start from the beginning, so you took a jeepney ride to where we would be passing. Totally unfair. Afterwards, we enjoyed a simple but hearty breakfast together at a little carinderia you knew of. It was a new experience and we got to have a few laughs as well.   

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