elbi

It's there; you'd been there. And the situation is such that you had encountered the unfamiliar while experiencing the familiar.

It was the time when you had taken the familiar jeepney ride with an unfamiliar jeepney to go to that very familiar place. The intention was nothing more than claiming some required stuffs for your future endeavors. Which made you conclude that the trip was nothing special - just the same "paper-processing" you used to do there.

Then had come this transcendental feeling of transcendence. You had walked along the street where your home for three years is situated. Had seen a familiar face with whom you had shared that familiar gesture-sort of communication. You were exchanging hi's and hello's. Then suddenly you had exchanged stories - no, the other party shared her stories. News came in; others who used to be in the aforesaid home had left - some for places with the same culture as the title's (they're still there), some for place with the same culture of excellence as the title's (only that it's the most famous and you can't seem to understand why), and one for some place you don't know how to describe (it doesn't share any similar culture as the title's). Then had come the familiar goodbye's hoping to see each other again.

Suddenly, the feeling of transcendence had been heightened. It was when you had entered that very familiar place for learning where you encountered some unfamiliar things. There had already been new stuffs, so many of them you can't even write each of them down. You had wished you experienced the familiar feeling of ecstacy with your friends, but they weren't there. You had never even told any of them that you'll be there. Then you realized that this trip was nothing special - so you had just opted to finish that "paper-processing" that you have to do, which to your thought, is crucial to your being's authentication. Then you had left that place through a small gate that's very familiar to you.

You had looked around and had observed a mixture of the familiar and the unfamiliar until the thought finally came to your mind that you were in the street whose end situates your home for one year. But you didn't walk the path; the street's too long you don't want to tire yourself walking on it.

But the feeling of transcendence is so strong that you can't stop observing "small" stuffs around you - students walking (you had seen your past in them); friends exchanging smiles, with the familiar question "san ka?" answered by an almost familiar answer "sa orgmate ko;" and the heat from the sun. You had hoped that there had been an orgmate that you could visit there; but at that point there had been none there. Until you thought that the better answer to the familiar "san ka?" question is "sa puso mo." That would have added drama to the conversation.

Until you had realized how much you miss the place, the people, the past.

Then suddenly you had decided to go home. You already had a taste of elbi. Move forward Diory.