The Yellow Thingy

It was 6 in the morning, Sunday. Like a barracks officer, my dad knocks on my door and wakes me up. What the f93k?!? Don't worry, i din't yell that. "Walking?". Eh? Walking you say? Me on a sunday morning? When its so cold and your blanket's so heavy on me? "10 minutes". Saying those words was a struggle in itself.

Second knocking. "Ano?"... Ano?. "Di na ako sasama..."

Third knock. "Let's go na, your mom's not going so hanap sana ako ng kasama sa walking...". Ah crap, the pa-guilty tactic. Smart... very smart... It worked dammit! Second right after, i was dressing up. Sleepy, i made my way to the car.

When we got to ground zero (as i call it, cause it was where we'd start walking and end up after), i started stretching to at least wake my muscles up. Hmmm, what's that yellow thingy?

My dad and i started our route... it was quiet and cold. Avery conducive time to be walking around Ayala Alabang. I wore a jacket to make it easy for me to sweat all my fat out. Strange. The yellow thingy keeps on following us...

We walked on and on and on. People who were exercising as well greeted us. Wierd how all of a sudden everyone knows each other early in the morning. Maybe it's a secret organization or something... you support co-fat people... Go Fattie! sweat 'em fats! Yellow thingy still following us.

The houses in Alabang are really nice, not to mention HUGE! Dream place to build my dream house and raise your dream family... There were minimalist house, the "white house" as i called it (cause it really looked like the white house), and the whimsical house. Yellow thingy still following me!!! Finally i couldn't help it. I looked beside me... from the corner of my eye i saw it. It was bigger than me... Fierce...Hungry... it was my brother.

I was bursting with laughter at his yellow pants! It looked like Kill Bill has gone into depression in the kitchen... ahahahha! kidding and yet its so funny. I was making fun of him the whole 2 hours worth of walk. I believe in karma and believ me i tried to contain myself but... "must resist... yellow pants..." was all i could say. "I have one in red too!"

Trust me brother... no one will ever take the place of those yellow pants...

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

One great party... i partly remember

Along with the cool breeze the month of November brings are series of parties. Well,come to think about it there will always be parties regardless of which month of the year. But last night was a celebration of Ian’s birthday with his BF buddies. It would have been fun… if I could only remember most of what happened.

I was there early to have dinner with Ian at his house. At that point I was already tired from the damn traffic that started in Magallanes. I couldn’t even get to the skyway exit fast enough cause of those people who took over the lane. Damn bastards! You’d think they’re smart enough to buy a car but they’re idiots when it comes to the driving on the road.

I got there at about past 8 in the evening. My legs were tired. Ian welcomed me with a big hug and I swear I could have slept standing up in his arms. I was hella hungry too. After lying down a bit I started acting like a brat again. (Always a contest between me and Ian where I always win of course…) “Put on Justice league!” I said, “while we eat dinner!”. He was amused of course. The way I think about it, it’s better than those damn Gundams! (Hope you read previous entry) Ate Vic, Ian’s fabulous maid cooked us Gyoza and chicken hotdogs. As Ian would sell it to me, “You think it’s just a hotdog… but it’s actually chicken!” Right. So we ate our meal while watching DVD.

I got to rest after eating when “Ding dong… Ian?”, his friends arrived. They were ready to drink and party. One by one they slowly arrived until the chairs outside were filled with them. Then comes the botika. One of his friends came bearing gifts for all the hungry children at the party. After san mig strong ice after another… and another… I realized I was just watching them talk, laughing… and making drama. Drama? Oh yeah, one couple just broke up and was both at the same party. Walkouts, exchange of words and silent treatments. Ian kept on asking people “bad vibes?”

At that time I was tired of even watching them. So I slipped away to Ian’s room and slept. Oh happy bed… so soft and accommodating. There was silence too. After a few seconds I was already sound asleep. All of a sudden some bastard tries to wake me up! “B? Your friends are here…” Oh, its just Ian. My reply was just grunting and “Ian, kaw na bahala sa kanila...” At that point I hardly remembered anything. I remembered bits and pieces…

-Ian asking me if I was ok and if his friends could hang out in his room as well I think
-Ian hugging me
-Rachel hugging me… (I think I was wierded out, kontra amats)
-Argem biting on a towel
-Ian telling me Argem bit his tongue hard and it was bleeding (which is why he was biting on a towel)
-Ian making mushy hits
-Rachel making mushy hits
-Massaged Rachel’s back
-Massaged Argem’s head
-One guy fighting with his ex
-One girl walking out
-Some other girl sound asleep on the bed
-Ian telling me “blah blah blah… mamamanhikan… blah blah blah…”
-People leaving the room
-Ian telling me they left already and that may araw na…

Mamamanhikan? Wait a minute! I asked Ian about it this morning. He looked at me and laughed. He admitted he mentioned that to me last night. After 5 years if and only if we were still together, he’d do that. Long pause from my end. “Don’t get praning…” he said. “Huh?”

What I liked about the whole party was the after-party. When I woke up, I was hugging Ian. Didn’t know that a simple thing like waking up with someone important beside you is securing. Hugged him tight in his sleep.

It was already lunchtime and I was hungry… as always. I finally had to leave. It was definitely one great party I would partly remember.

-Live like there's no tomorrow... Love like it's your last.

nokia 6101

Today i bought my new phone. Actually, Ian and i bought my new phone. Hmmm perks of having a boyfriend? Definitely! Wahoo i got me a clamshell! Definitely perked my day up. And to think its his birthday tomorrow! Haha!

The day. Well i gotta hand it to some of my friends here at the agency. One by one they tell me of their secrets about our work. Yeah, it aint so glamorous. Nor is it healthy either. But we gotta do what we have to do in order to get the job done, not to mention get paid. Cruel i tell you. Cruel.

Which is why i'm cutting this short. Cause i got to go back to my job. Silly aint it?

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

Lost youth?

Youth. Where art thou?

I had a visit from two of my closest friends. I asked Jinky to pass by tonight since we haven’t seen each other for so long. In the middle of our conversation, Bong dropped by. This triggered series of conversations—life, past, present and future.

I welcomed Jinky with such eagerness when I noticed the bandage around her knee. Was there something wrong? She tells me about her recent trip back to surgery where the doctors cleaned her old injury.

We started talking about how our lives were going. She told me about her thesis whereas I told her about work. Her stories seemed much more inspiring.

A car then parks across my house. It was Bong. It was an unexpected visit. As it turns out, he texted while I was talking to Jinky (left my phone inside the house kasi).

The three of us conversed and relayed our stories. Jinky: her thesis, Yogi and her knee. Bong: his life now as a dad, his plans, Patty’s pregnancy (which I think is all under “his life now as a dad). I on the other hand spoke about work. Contemplating if this is really for me. Asking if I was too young to start working cause it feels like I’m still a kid who still needs some time off to grow up and have direction… Out of the three it seemed as though I was on the losing end.

“Quit!” they said. It’s seems so easy. I really don’t want to quit. I just found it unfair sometimes at work. But then who said life was ever easy right? Then I started plotting out a plan my dad suggested. “Give it a year” he said. And when I thought it through, it seemed logical. After a year, if God permits it, I’d be a regular employee. If I apply for another company I’m guessing the pay would be better. Hopefully. All of these are still in theory. But then it took only one person to bring me down. Is it worth leaving a great company? I’m glad we had a reorganization. I’m glad I’m going to a “better” team.

After venting out my frustration… and slowly clearing my mind for tomorrow’s work, I again realize how important my friends are. I’m not talking about the ones that you meet along the way, these are friends that have grown up with you, the ones that shared heartaches, pains, laughter and joy all these years. At that moment, I was so grateful for them being here for me, for each other. I’m glad that there are some things in life that doesn’t change. Sort of a reminder on how simple and easy life should really be.

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.