I've always thought of life as being similar to pottery.
A potter molds and shapes clay to be better and as shiny as porcelain. He who decides what the pot would be like...
It will always be up to him.
And we are his finished product in a distinct form. His art who are all molded differently.
Everyday, we were thrown on the wheel, spinning out of control and not a single sign when it will stop. Or will it ever be?
He's the potter. The mastermind of life and destiny... and even love.
He knew his product will be a jar... not a pot. A planter instead of a vase.
Alam niya kung ano ang nararapat at alin ang hindi para sa'tin. Everything was already planned right from the start.
"Iba na naman?" I couldn't help but sigh.
Napatitig ako sa hawak niyang cellphone at mabilisang pinasadahan ng tingin ang conversation nila ng bago niyang nilalandi o baka nga ay nililigawan na.
It's always what Vengiel does. Chatting and flirting with girls inside and outside the campus. He had a fling from other municipalities too and even outside the country. Gano'n ka-kapal ang mukha niyang lumandi.
Kung multiple-choice lang ang panlalandi ay walang dudang all of the above ang sagot nito.
This guy would go out with every girl around him...
'But never with you...' bulong ng isang parte ng aking utak na agad kong pinatay. Stop it, Bianca. Hindi ito ang panahon para mag-drama.
Binalingan niya ako at nginisihan. Naglalaro ang kanyang mga mata at kumikislap pa. I swear, I can hear it chanting how irresistible his charms are. Magulo ang kanyang buhok na parang kagigising lang.
Weird thing is, there's a mysterious transmuting in his eyes which made the inside of me feels beatific.
"Hindi dapat tinatanggihan ang grasya..." His smirk widened more. Tignan mo ang mokong na 'to.
"Kahit sino na lang talaga 'no, pinapatulan mo." Inirapan ko siya.
Ibinalik ko ang tingin sa librong binabasa ko. Malapit na ang exam and I shouldn't waste time reviewing our lessons. Kailangan kong isiksik sa utak ko na mas interesting pag-aralan ang general mathematics kumpara sa kaharutan nitong kaibigan ko.
But my mind just couldn't concentrate when I hear him talking about his move towards his girls... Hindi ko naman kailangang maging updated pero bakit pakiramdam ko ay dapat alam ko ang lahat? Na dapat ay wala akong makaligtaan tungkol sa kanya?
I hate my mind.
Kahit nasasaktan na sa mga naririnig, hindi ko pa rin maiwasang pakinggan ito.
He snorted and placed two fingers on my forehead just to push it lightly. Natawa lang ito dahil naging iritado ang aking ekspresyon.
My annoyance must be his newfound entertainment.
"You're judging me, aren't you?" He chuckled. "Hindi naman kung sino-sino lang dine-date ko, Bianca. I have my taste."
Once again... I sighed. Pambihira.
You are his friend, Bianca. And to even think that you stand a chance... to feel sad because you realized that you don't belong to his taste of girls... is absurd.
"Kunwari na lang totoo." I disgustedly stared at him. I made it look like I was just kidding, for him no to even notice how jealous I am inside. Kasi pakiramdam ko ay mababasa niya ang kung anong nililihim ko...
