Of course, September won't go down without a fight. Found out something about last relationship, which was a good half a year ago, and something involving a friend/acquaintance, something not pleasant at all that dealt the ego a disconcerting blow (and not the good kind). No idea why it stung, slightly, since absolutely no feelings left at this point, except momentary reminiscences some random Tuesday morning, which are given if one's not Frankenstein. But seriously. You have to give me a break. Not only was that story long buried in attic, it has started to gather cobwebs and mildew (as what happens to things not given museum-like care over time). But September isn't September without awakening the dead.

So yesterday, I was going through this thick book and I found a slightly crumpled one-fourth sheet of yellow pad tucked between its pages. The sheet had my name and student number, numbered one to ten, which means it's for a quiz. Only the first two items had answers haha. So I figured it's either I drank the night before or it was for Chem 1. Then I remembered that quiz: I gave up because I complete forgot that Yvonne Chua assigned something to the class, and I had no idea what she was talking about. Yes, I got zero on that quiz. Haha. But that's not the point. Scribbled at the back of paper in typical ugly guy penmanship:

"We don't look for love because it sucks to be alone watching movies, because it's sad to eat meals alone, because it's nice to cuddle up with someone on rainy days. We look for love because we want to be forgiven, for the sloppy way we dress, for the clumsy way we eat, for bad hair days, and for the plainness of ourselves. Love is an act of forgiveness, that for all our imperfections, we are accepted and forgiven."

In most days, this quote will elicit from me the harshest synonym for bullshit. Today, well, it was a tear. Because that's me, sloppy dresser, clumsy eater, bad hair.

PS. I can't remember where I got the quote from, but judging from the time frame and language, it's probably either Ethan Hawke or David Sedaris. And googling it, god bless the internet, only yielded blog posts from insecure, lovelorn fools (which, after posting this, will start to include yours truly). Way to go for progress, Glenn.