dear habilin ,
today was mundane . nobody to piss off , nobody to fight , nobody to even talk to . where had they all gone ? hm .
maybe . . . maybe alejandro was right . maybe nobody does stick around when it comes to the four of us luzons .
after all , me and allistor were abandoned by a seashore whilst an infant , so . . is this what our destinies are supposed to be ? is that how they ' re connected ?
i wish i could change it . but it ' s like tadhana . i ' m not explaining what that is .
i took out the motorcycle for a ride from my home in makati to intramuros .
ah , intramuros , the walled city . it ' s haunted , since it is near a cemetery and near the place señor jpr was executed .
it ' s still a beauty . haunted , but beautiful . historical and old , just how i like it .
i also found a philippine eagle last week in my trip to a forest . a male eagle , so i named him goyo .
. . . just like the man who had the alias aguila or eagle .
gregorio del pilar y sempio . the boy general .
should i stop brooding in the past or no ?
should i start living ?
or is the fact that i ' m never good enough to do anything useful getting to me again ?
useless tear stains scatter the page and her handwriting became messier as the entry continued .
minamahal mo ,
alejandra
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tadhana is a force no mortal can control .
intramuros is the place the national hero of the philippines was imprisoned .
her philippine eagle is named after the general who she named herself after .
jpr stands for josé protacio rizal . the national hero .
