the smell of the pavement after a rainfall

for reasons i do not know, i am extraordinarily happy today…

oh no, i haven't reached the state of that fictional zsa-zsa-zsu…

but there's a certain feeling when you've accomplished a lot of task…have you felt that? that's it! that's it! the feeling of "lightness." 

i don't know where this one emanates from but it's a positive thing.

i haven't felt this kind of happiness for the past months.

it's like feeling the drops of rain on your shoulder and on your scalp after a loooooooong drought…

just a quick spinoff from this story…

since i've mentioned about the rain, i'm also experiencing that going-back-to-school deja vu!

around this time, when i was particularly in high school, my mom or lola and i were busy buying my stuff for the dawning academic year.

around this time, i would be wearing my black leather shoes…rehearsing for the big day–the opening of classes…and the smell of the moccasin…hmmm, what an addictive aroma.

around this time, my tatay would be covering my newly-bought P2,000++ worth of school books.

around this time, my nanay would be arriving with a lot of new stuff–staples for a typical high school student like me–white sando, white socks, white underwear, polo uniform, name plate, school tag, and the shopping list goes on…

around this time, i would be pestering my lola, forcing her to buy me a new school bag. i would be saying a littany of promises just for her to buy me a new one…

around this time,  i would be writing my name on the edge of each book (printers came a li'l late…)

around this time, i would be playing non stop, but my mom would shout on top of her lungs to stop me from playing very late at night (she was conditioning my body clock for an early-wake up; our class in notre dame starts at 07:00AM)

around this time, i would be thinking of what section i would belong to; would i be with my barkda, would i be with my "crush/es"…

ah! those were the days when i only think of my assignments, my lectures, and my quizzes…when i only think of memorizing my next declamation piece…those were the days when i didn't think of my age, of the electric bills, of the telephone bills…

those were the days…

if only i could turn back time…

i didn't have a luxurious life. i didn't get whatever i wanted, whenever i wanted it…

but it was a perfect student life knowing it was imperfect.

*sparkles!