Thursday was three days ago. Thursday involved damp, smelly sandals and a large-sized cup of pineappale juice from Chowking Cubao. Thursday may soon be reduced to the in-betweens of the voluminous papers spread all over my sister's bed.

But above all those, Thursday was an embracing reminder of what is possible.

Thursday was the chance conversation with the smug classmate that turned into a confirmation of what I've been suspecting all along (and so did she). My classmate's smugness and her eyeglasses gave way to the face of a kind co-passenger.

Thursday was the last-minute trip to the library that yielded the elusive book, the possession of which locked three events together. I saw myself looking into the blinding future and the spectacle flooded my heart and my eyes. I thought, how could one dog-eared book make all this possible? (Later, the good angel whispered that it's not the book, it's me.)

Last Thursday, everything made sense.