Amnesia

it's been 2 years already ...


there's a weird-scary-looking girl in sitting in front of the computer ... trying to think, trying to look for anything that would make sense ...


earlier that morning ...

she woke up and it's already 2 years after ... what the fuck just had happened where'd her 2 years go? ... she's starting to panic, how did she get that graduation picture, that high school diploma, those new college IDs ... her graduation is supposed to be in a couple of weeks ... how could she have missed that???



she felt like crying but she held it back ... she HAVE to figure out what's happening to her.

was there an accident??? ... a head trauma would explain everything. she went out of her room trying to act as normal as she could ... her house is pretty much the same (just a bit rearranged though) she sat down ... took a deep breath ... and think, think, think and THINK ... she tried so hard to remember but she couldn't.



she went through her things trying to look for a clue of some sort. she found out that she has two college IDs, so she most probably shifted course. she took an education course in FEU which is funny becuase she remembered telling herself that there's NO freaking WAY that she would ever become a teacher ... imagine spending 4 years of her life (make it 5 for the LET review) just to get that job then find herself in a situation where arrogant and immature students are(like herself) questioning her capability to teach. ... and she ended up taking the course anyway. the other ID surprised her The manila times college, AB journalism student ... how cool was that!!!

The Manila Times .... really?!?!? wow!



she imagined entering a building like the daily planet. imagined meeting prominent people, famous personalities. passing by seasoned journalists practically everyday ... now how'd she got accepted ... did she cheat??? everything seems so surreal ... a journalism school .. wow! she just couldn't get over it. for a brief moment there ... she was so happy.

how could that small meat inside her skull have handled a journalism school. she just can't believe she pursued that dream. that dream of hers she thought would stay a dream forever.



aside from shifting course and attending a damn cool school, she still doesn't know anything about her lost 2 years. was she happy? ... as in really happy with her life now? what about her friends? ... she missed them so damn much. she thought of checking her email ... she probably has one by now ... but she couldn't remember anything about having an email (well, aside from the spammed email for her friendster account) so ... the next best best thing she could think of is to check her friendster account.



she went through that account she never thought it would be that helpful to her. she saw a few "photo albums" there are four of them D12 for ever, highschool friends, abnormality(family album) and college friends she couldn't believe she already has one ... she viewed her high school friends first because she misses them so so much. there are only few pictures, few mementoes to remember them by. she felt a gush of sadness in her heart. she visited all of their pages, they all sure look happy with their college lives. they moved on. sure they love their high school memories too. but that's it ... they're just memories now. she was left alone ... with vauge images of her lost past.



she wanted to see her new friends, what were they like? ... were they as nice as her high school friends, are they all her real friends for that matter? does she love them a much as she loved her high school friends? or maybe even more .... she went to see their pictures ... they all look happy together ... she saw herself, she couldn't believe how happy she looked. they all seemed to be nice people. maybe she really love them, maybe they're all special to to her ... but right now, they're just all bunch of strangers posing with her for wacky and funny pictures.

suddenly tears went rolling down her face. she couldn't stop crying. inside her, she felt a weird connection with them and it felt good. it felt good. but the thought of not remembering those people just broke her heart into tiny pieces. ... she wanted to remember them, she wanted to but she couldn't.



she went back to her bed. head aching, eyes swelling, her mind exhausted. she closed her eyes ... after a few moment she felt weird and somehow relieved ...

she fell asleep.

then a familiar sound woke her up ... she got a text message.

'ui, lola mads 2! dalhan mu uli ako ng orange toM! tnx! laB u! mwah! =]

"who the hell is lola?" she wondered ... it took a while before she realized ... it was her, she was having a bad dream ... she burst into laughter ... she felt real tears on her face ... how silly could that be. but then she felt relieved ... she'd never want that to happen in real life. they ARE her second family ... she wouldn't trade that for anything else.

she went back to sleep.