A string of let-downs and disappointments made me go to the UP Chapel during lunch yesterday. I was in the vicinity anyway, and I really needed to go some place to calm a heart that felt like it was bursting with so much unspoken hurts.
After praying, I went to the SC (shopping center, not Supreme Court) to have some lunch all by my lonesome. Rodic’s was full so I went to another place, one that served Kimchi. On the chair I chose to sit in, I saw an envelope with the words in pentel pen “JAE SONG”.
(insert musical score from the Twilight Zone here)
Now, it’s a place that serves kimchi right? So the envelope was probably left by a Korean student, one of many peppering the UP campus (and indeed, the Philippine archipelago, hehe). But hey, after all the malas I’ve been through and the bad hand of cards I’ve been getting, I deserve to read it any way I choose to. Chaka kung chaka. I channeled Paolo Coelho, and believed with all my faghag-heart that it was the cosmos telling me, not necessarily that if I want something bad enough the universe will conspire to get it for me (chaks! hindi totoo yan!! boo!), but that I must find my song, my Jae song.
I still don’t know what the Jae song is, but Wildflower has always been the song that I thought best describes me.