The real game is unraveling before my eyes. After that day, Elmer became a stranger—no, a rival. I don’t know how to feel or how to react toward him, but there’s an undeniable sting of frustration within me.
Ang inakala kong may lalim—ang tila hindi direktang ipinapahayag ngunit ramdam—ay isa lang palang ilusyon. Akala ko may kahulugan ang mga kilos niya, pero nang tumagal, napagtanto kong walang tunay na attachment. Para lang pala akong humawak sa tubig, iniisip na may lalim ito, ngunit sa totoo lang, dumadaloy lang ito sa ibabaw ng aking mga palad.
I thought there was depth in his gestures, a quiet significance in his words. But as time went on, I realized they held no weight. No true connection, no hidden meaning—just surface-level interactions, fleeting and insubstantial.
Para itong pagtayo sa harap ng isang malawak na dagat, iniisip na walang hanggan ang lalim nito. Pero sa unang hakbang mo, natuklasan mong hanggang bukung-bukong mo lang pala ang tubig. What seemed expansive was, in reality, shallow.
At iyon ang mas nakagugulo sa akin—ang ideya na nagbigay ako ng kahulugan sa isang bagay na wala naman talagang halaga. That I saw depth where there was only a performance, where there was nothing but empty gestures.
Yes, I like him. I know that much.
I thought he was too but he didn't. Or baka wala lang talaga sa kanya.
We used to call ourselves friends, pero nagbago ang lahat. Iyong small gestures na ipinapakita niya. Na akala ko totoo na pero hindi na pala.
Tatlong araw pa lang mula nang magsimula ang klase, pero sobrang kompetitibo na niya. Kahit sa simpleng pagpapakilala, pinapakita na niya ang galing niya.
Which I saw something strange. Parang ayaw niya malamangan.
“I am Elliott Merciano Redondo, 19 years old. I used to live in a well-known subdivision near the city, but I now reside in my apartment. My hobbies include sketching, drawing, painting, sculpting, and many more—I love the arts. I chose to enroll here because my passion lies in this field. Literary and visual arts are deeply embedded in this course, so if you ask me why I chose BFA, my answer is simple: I see myself in this craft.”
The girls applauded him, admiration evident in their eyes. But instead of simply accepting the moment for what it was, I found myself troubled. Why did this affect me so much? I know I should move forward, yet my mind keeps wandering, questioning his motives.
When it was my turn, I introduced myself as plainly as I could. All the confidence drained from me, drowned by thoughts of him.
Giorge, I need you…
I haven’t seen him for two days. Ewan ko. Hindi siya nagpakita, pero nandoon lang naman ang estatwa niya sa stock room noong binisita ko iyon.
Confusion grips me, but I hold my silence. I need solitude, just for a moment—to assess my worth, my effectiveness, my ego.
I refuse to believe that my feelings are solely because I like him. Yes, I like him, but I love myself more.
“What do you think is the best way to create art?” I barely register our professor’s question.
She was already speaking about self-awareness—about understanding one’s own identity and emotions. But given that we are in the Bachelor of Fine Arts program, she knew she had to ground her insight in something tangible, something relevant to our field.
Art, after all, is a reflection of the self. The strokes of a brush, the lines in a sketch, the depth in a sculpture—they are not merely technical executions but expressions of an artist’s inner world. What we create is shaped by how we perceive and understand ourselves.
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