� August 11, 1999 ~ Wednesday ~ Breakwaters, 6:45-7:30 p.m.: Abby, Abie, Beng, Lhot, Olive
Walking past lovers in the darkness of the night� we reached the farthest end of Breakwaters� the color of the sky was fading from its saffron hue and soon the stars (the constellation Sagittarius, Scorpius and all the �ius�� ask the stiff-necked stargazer Lhot herself) formed and lit the night sky� armed with flashlights, a poetry book and reason� we shared our thoughts on the emotion that eludes this helpless bunch constantly� love. It�s an unfathomable feeling this love� but is what makes us stick by� just like what one poet states� a reason enough to hate. And while we were engrossed in discerning between the lines� a boy pops up and asks for alms� (sayang, akala namin bagong recruit)� we still continued through chanting our song luna� � luna� luna� luna� lei � � driven by the clutches of the last eclipse of the century� to moan our pleas of release� that one day we may find THE ONE who would understand our sentiments of bonding and letting our true selves conquer�