Saan Nagtatago si Happiness?
4:53pm. Alone in Cubao. Am watching the people outside while listening to Ryuichi Sakamoto. Suddenly I sense that something is wrong. I try to think of my deadlines. Of things I left in the house. Of future deadlines. Of bills and existing hurdles. Actually nothing's wrong. Im just happy right at this very minute. Happiness, now there's a strange sensation. Well, strange for me at least. I pause for a minute and try to relish the moment. I'm actually happy, I tell myself. Isn't that something. Oh god, what does this mean. I'm iscared.