written in crayon

my side of the room has this collection of blue and yellow post its, torn pages from a notebook, small greeting cards, and other what-have-you's -- almost all of which bear my roommate's handwriting. you see, my roommate usually writes me notes and that's something i really appreciate. she writes to tell where she's going, who she's gonna spend time with, what she's gonna do, what she's feeling, what she just learned, and the things that she knows i would want to know and be informed about (basically just anything under the sun which we both care about even if other people may find them super trivial).

last wednesday, october 20, she posted this 8.5" x 11" white bond paper on my cabinet door. her cool crayon marks said:

Why I like my roommate:

1. She's smart and she knows it and she doesn't brag about it.
2. She has a sense of space and respects it.
3. She has a sense of humor and shares it.
4. She has a sense of empathy and lets me know when I need it.
5. She's nerd and weird and doesn't make a big deal out of it.
6. She puts up with my sappy-ness.
7. She puts up with my fashion sense.
8. She puts up with my insomnia.
9. She sings songs with me and gets excited about it.
10. She likes Conrado and Ate Lourie.
11. She said she'll get sad when i leave ahead of her...

naks. heartwarming. fun. worth sharing. perfect timing. a little bit breaking, too. it's already the end of the semester. roommate and i don't know for sure if we'd still be sharing room next semester although we're both praying and willing we'd still be.

the note she left on my laptop today said:
Bon Voyage
sana magkasama pa tayo
our room now feels deserted, just like the rest of the dorm. i am alone as i type. roommate is currently in los baños for work. i may or may not see her before i go. i'll be leaving for home tomorrow.