It’s been a while now since my last write-up (call it what you will, it doesn’t change the fact that I wrote it). Summer has been blistering, torrid, precariously parched, but memorable. The plight of having to sweat instantaneously after bathing, to be sucked out of esteem when you feel that your underarms just doesn’t feel right, to be constantly and perfunctorily wiping of excess sweat, and of course, the irritating feeling of desiccation. During this summer, your closest ally is always a tumbler of water; then again, it could be your greatest enemy since a limited amount cannot squelch entirely the sensation of desiccation. The after effect of having to drink less than what you desired is an anathema even to the strong-willed.

Obnoxiously so, I have experimented with almost every deodorant appearing on television; all to no avail. The abominable fact of being befallen with the summer epidemic lies unscathed amidst my indefatigable effort and incessant research of alternatives for mollification. Simply put, I sweat like a broken faucet during this summer. But I’m proud for a fact that I do not stench. And I have my continuous stream of sweat to thank that for. I simply do not break a sweat, I produce pails of it, and so I do not dry up, therefore a rancid stench cannot proliferate. You can always benefit even from the least benefitable source.

But what is with summer that made it memorable? Is it the artillerous barrage of tasks? Or the lenient treatment of teachers on sleepyheads? Do extend your patience on grammatically deviant sentences and out-of-the-blue words (fabricated solely to fit a statement) where even Mr. Webster’s nose experiences epistaxis. Have I ever shared in any of my entries on my unwavering and pertinacious love for words? Logolepsy is what it was pre-contemporarily called. I am indebted so much with words because they have freed me from even the seemingly unescapable predicaments of writing traps and quagmires.

Let me hark back to the memories of summer that made it a summer I can never forget. I always tend to go astray when I tap freely on the keyboard of my exhausted pc, so do bear with me (whoever may have the patience to bear with an unstructured, half antisocial-half morally inclined lunatic that is me). This summer, though scorching from the mighty sun, turned out to be one of the best, if not the best summer of my life. Like any other story, it started rough. Have you tried to smoothen down a crude log with a chisel? It took patience, before the smoothest chiseling transpired. My summer started with an emotional constipation, and a conflation of weary turmoil. I was in dire need of commiseration and a wall. A wall that is just willing to listen, although hearing me will just suffice. The emotional shift started on the reminisce-worthy day of March 3.

I remembered, though vaguely, during that night I was about to ditch a downloaded book by Tamara Horowitz (actually, I did ditched it), when a middle notification on facebook popped up in fiery red. Nobody, in their right mind, would ever send me a random message; I just felt nobody had the guts. I hesitantly clicked on the message, and started reading through it with a childlike curiosity and awe. It was the underground collation of chosen students to be running for position under the banner of anonymity. I replied in flattered haste and asked them if they are in their right mind to be choosing me; since I am not in any way qualified in any possible positions existing. Then unexpectedly, out of nowhere, someone not the slightest familiar to me replied in jocose. I clicked her name (you know who you are), viewed her profile, then I somewhat had a little familiarization. Right there and then, without hesitation and ambivalence, I added her (on my wishlist…:p) on facebook.

Let me just for now leave it at that. I don’t want to be spilling everything on my first entry in so long. Let me utilize this infinitesimal diarrhea of emptiness as an inspiration to write a socially desirable entry for tonight. What that infinitesimal diarrhea of emptiness is an unquenchable missing towards someone, who even with her presence still remains unsated. I am separated from her behind an incarceration of digital circuitry. She seems so close I could send ingenious emoticons, but in reality, not even the most completely dimensional emoticon could describe how and what I am feeling right this moment in time as I speak and murmur her name. I just want her near, that is simply putting it.

Tonight, I am condoled by the petty and desperate voices of a gambling crowd adjunct to where I am currently staying. Thudding reverberations of repetitive upbeat songs destroy the shroud of silence the night has long been protecting. The wheedling of the clammy nighttime breeze towards the unpredictable weather is ostentatious now than ever. Summer has bequeathed its temporary throne towards a new season. Summer has ended, but never the memories that it has brought. Summer has transferred to another kingdom, but the moments that we shared during this season will persistently stay. Let’s have another summer, shall we? But as of this moment, let me share with you one of my favorite phenomenon, the rain. Hold on tight! =]