that old story

Last night, over pasta and frosted java, I recounted to two friends a not-so-happy heart story from my teenaged past. I figured I could retell the decade-old experience with detachment and even amusement.

I was wrong.

Time, after all, does not heal all wounds. There are wounds that Time can do nothing but anesthetize – and we can ignorantly mistake this respite from pain as healing. Until one day, without any warning, the numbness wears off and a disconcerting tingling heralds the return of a familiar ache.

It’s interesting how in our telling of old stories we hear our true selves, sometimes for the first time.


  1. eyo! found yah! agree ako dun sa post nyo. i found this other blog that also has dancing as it’s theme. sino kaya ang mas original?


  2. oi oka! nice to “see” you 🙂 im sure some other person has also thought of dancing as a blog theme. by the way, i visited your site. coolness!

    normi – i will take that as a rhetorical question. hehe. wala akong sagot e 😉


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