we Dance alone

they dance alone, said sting. or was it bono
in a really soothing, sorta eerie sort of way

just a nuance in my media playlist. a list filled of songs about people, love, whatever then all of a sudden someone reminds me that they do dance alone

that kid who wondered if he could have my yellow face towel earlier, by the overpass

those rallyists chanting "oust oust arroyo" in a guys-sing-along-with-me-cause-my-beat-is-really-cool kind of way, in front of gate 2.5, slowing down traffic allong katipunan

those Pinoy minors showcased in cnn for being unjustly detained behind bars along with old convicts, suspected criminals and self-willed pedophiles. showcased. for the world to see

that chocolate factory worker in that gk village at lagro who we in t1 interviewed for nstp

but don't we all dance alone. i mean to paraphrase kate monster from avenue q, everyone's a little bit alone sometimes. everyone's a little bit marginalized sometimes. everyone's a little bit different sometimes.

but not everyone seems to acknowledge that fact. and we go continue living our inconsiderate lives with our stoic faces. and we do not stop. 'cause why should we

we do admit we're all humans, but if we all admit we're all similar in more ways than one, then maybe things will work out better.

one good thing that is the same for everyone maybe is that yes, everyone is different. race, religion, gender, age, addiction, motivation, favorite tv show

and before i end this litany, let me place here that school is fun. tihee accounting quiz was easy but i flunked it thanks to having no clue what cost of goods sold is for periodic accounting. but the long test results were okay, thankies. i also realized i gotta spend more time studying for law21 midterms. i'm supposed to be meticulous with details, i tend to overlook them this time with law, crap. but i'm working on it. so with psychology's memory chapter with our group in charge and asian history's new projects on china and world war ii and filipino's bonus points [worked on 3 already, woohoo gotta look for more bonus points] and memorizing pre, alle, parry, repose, passe for refereeing in fencing. inhale

exhale. rehearsals are fun too. the ever-so-kind gino is teaching us we dance, rain and lotsa other songs while the ever-so-"thank you"-or-"God bless you" macky is giving us lotsa acting workshops for our roles while the ever-so-curly-haired vica is giving me reminisce-scihi-and-our-love-for-the-cebuano-dialect moments. inhale

exhale. i dance alone. i miss dancing at vudu or those student gov't disco parties at the gym back in high school, where we have to clean the entire gym after hours of carefree dancing.

dance with us

lisnin to some golf tournament on espn. i want to drive
sortof readin gmail conversations and at least 30 yahoo messages, only for one single day
feelin kinda good really but not satisfied. content but yearning for more. weird, this is what you get when you miss a lot of good people, a lot of good things