i took a stroll in ateneo today, right after starbux...didn't feel like going home right away after studying. i figured i had time for a quick stroll, relax and think. i didn't park my car in pollock this time because well...i was in the mood for some serious contemplating and the i think the "old sea legs" needed a little stretching since i've been sitting for hours. the night air did me good, i felt good for some reason maybe it was because i saw alice dixon in starbux (god, she's even prettier now than she was before) hahaha.

anyway, going back to pollock, i really missed this place. i was here just yesterday but for some reason today was different. i don't know if it was the air, my clothes (i was wearing a red batik my sister bought me and my favorite shirt (my rockheads international shirt) or maybe it was simply because i was feeling great. plain and simple. i don't know why, but i just felt great. and i probably don't want to...at least not just yet. baka knowing just might spoil this great mood i'm in.

i was at my spot, staring at the city lights as thoughts freely moved within the synapses of my brain. sayang lang i didn't get to take a picture, actually i tried pero wala talaga lumabas ang labo nga e. i was thinking about a lot of things...i was thinking about school, my future, the story i'm currently writting (which by the way has very interesting developments, i'll share it one of these days) and as usual the hopeless romantic inside of me can't stop thinking about love, love as in a general sense. i was wasn't thinking about it in a particular context, more of like how does it work in a diverse and contemporary setting such as ours.

i was thinking about this show i saw while i was in the gym. i was watching 5th wheel in between sets (pumping iron and watching a reality based show on the perversions and "realities" of dating...not a pretty sight). anyway, in today's episode one guy was a cocky hockey player who thinks he's hot stuff while the other was a "nice guy" latino. as the show started one of the girls commented that the latino (mr. nice guy) was just not their type because well...he was nice. there's this age old mythos that girls always go for the proverbial "bad boy". i always believed that nice guys may finish last but they always get the last laugh. but looking at the run ins i've had with love, i was beginning to think that maybe nice guys do finish last. but my thoughts were soon proven wrong. it was as though this day was specifically orchestrated to be an answer. the unexpected happened. it was like seeing the detroit pistons beating the crap out of the heavily favored lakers. it was like seeing ant-man bitch slapping galactus! Yes my friends, as you might have guessed, the girls picked the "nice guy"!!! YEAH BABY!!! it was a victory for every nice guy stepped on by love. it was a symbol that in this dog eat dog society, people like our latino casanova has what it takes to give anyone a run for his money. but most of all it was a sign for yours truly. a sign that perhaps eventhough life is filled with green goblins, flash thompsons and public scrutiny...its going to be alright.