KURSUNADA

KURSUNADA is a condition of intense liking for an object or for a member of the opposite sex. Sometimes this value connotes a sadistic and lusty fancy when it refers to a condition of dislike.
Another use of the term is when one Filipino resents the glance of another and strikes out in anger.
A story here that I have read tells about a person we shall call na “nangursunada” towards the girl he likes.
Melvin had just moved to a new school and it was his first day. Financial constraints forced his parents to send him to the public school. Not knowing what awaited him in this environment, he left early. He was charmed by the view surrounding him. His sight was not particularly fixed but rather bounded from here to there. Consequently, he was unaware that he had bumped into a girl rushing past him from the corner of the library.
Words froze in his throat. The girl had already finished her lecture and had gone before his apology came out of his mouth. Her beauty, not to mention the fragrance that exuded from her long ebony hair, struck him.
Nights and nights thereafter, Melvin dreamed of this girl. He later learned that her name is Joanne. How could he forget her rose-pink cheeks as she fumed in girlish defiance over his recklessness? How could he lay in bed without recalling the lovely face and beautiful brown eyes that sparkled in her gaze? If only he had met her in a more pleasant situation.
But Melvin determined to know Joanne at all cost. Such was the only way sleep would return to him.
A bouquet of Holland roses in hand, he traced the path he first took hoping it would lead to another bump with girl of his dreams. Girls in school uniforms stared at him with sundry expressions, but there was no Joanne. Reaching the library, he had no choice but to seek solace in its silent hall, where boys, girls, and teachers cast probing stares at his bouquet. They seemed unable to guess where and to whom those long-stemmed roses were heading.
Then something caught his eyes. From the edge of the adjacent shelf, he saw black flowing hair glistering in the fluorescent light. A surge of blood rushed through his body. Suddenly he felt weak. His knees seemed to have loosened and felt as though someone bolted his voice box out of his throat. It took him a lot of conditioning before he ultimately moved his feet to deliver his package.
For you. He was not even sure if he had really uttered those words or if it was only his mind speaking. He did not even have time to hear what Joanne had to say. Or time to ask who was the brawny professor sitting beside Joanne, looking daggers at him.
Maybe you might have this KURSUNADA thing. However, in another sense, KURSUNADA tells, too that in everything we do, we should have determination.