The Week that Was

Monday

Just when I thought the systems I’m handling are doing good, suddenly, emails, calls, and text messages are off the hook. WTF!

Sabog na nga sa work, sabog pa sa lovelife. POTA.

I hate the feeling that I’m losing control.

I’m crumbling.

Eto ako’t sinusubukang lunurin ang sarili sa ga-bundok na trabaho upang kahit panandalia’y mawaglit sa aking isipan ang pait ng mga pangyayari at maibsan ang hapdi sa aking puso. Wari ko’y unti–unting na nitong nilalamon ang aking natitirang bait sa sarili.

“I’m writing something. I’ll try to post it tomorrow.”

It was C. As how one blogger puts it, “confessions are cathartic”. So C wrote down what he feels and what has been going on about him.

“I just finished it. I hope somehow, I made my point.”

I was in tears.

Not just for him, but also for both of us.

I felt the urge to write something too, but felt it was too personal, and didn’t publish. One little brother asked how I was, and since I was tired of all the crying and the drama, I just let him read the unpublished entry.

Tuesday

I’m glad C and I are talking. It’s good to know that he is starting to get on his feet and pursue his dreams; one baby step at a time.

“Kaloka. Kinakabahan ako babe…”

Babe…

Babe.

He’s calling me babe again, and it puts a smile on my face. When your relationship is on limbo, you get to appreciate simple things like this.

***

“Busy? I’m calling…”

It was Yas. Apparently, he was organizing the meetup, which G posted in his blog. We talked. I think it was sweet of him to have asked how I was; how C and I were. He wanted me to invite C to the meet up.

How the f*ck am I going to do that?!

“Isama mo na sya, sasapakin kita pag di mo sya sinama”

Think. Think. Think.

Then an idea popped in my head.

We belong to a Twitter group we call: #SisterhoodOfTheTwitteringKembulars. In a way, people treat each other like a real life sister (or something like that); each one, part of our little kin.

C and I have always been a fan of the titleholders of #TronoNgKatamisan, Nimmy and Leo. And, so, I thought, that could make him go to the meet up with me.

Wednesday

I gathered up courage to ask him out. I texted him, and asked if we could meet,

“Hindi eh. Marami akong gagawin. Pero try ko tapusin.”

Supalpal.

Fail.

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

:'(

Thursday

I was supposed to go on a movie bonding at Shang with former colleagues. We were supposed to watch The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. I haven't heard from anyone before I left the office, so I thought:“Baka hindi 'to tuloy...”

I still went on my way to Shang, and waited for a while. Nothing. I think I've been ditched. Oh well. 

I asked him out, again. I told him we'll prolly have dinner, then coffee afterwards,

“Keri.”

Yes!

Pumayag.

A sigh of relief.

When I was on my way to the MRT, my phone starting ringing. They were missed calls from the people I'm supposed to watch the movie with. Tuloy pala. I guess they just arrived late, and will take the next showing.

I begged off.

“Johnny Rockets.”

A text from C. Sosyal ang lolo mo. Kaloka. Pero sige, ibigay ang hilig. Johnny Rockets it is.

I arrived earlier than him, like the usual. I looked around the resto, and noticed there were only a few people. The place looks like 50's Diner at Baguio. Suddenly, the waiters/ waitresses started dancing to the sound of Staying Alive. Hahaha! :P

Then he entered the resto and sat down across me,

“Pota. Ang mahal pala talaga dito babe. Kaya pala sabi ni Le Ogre, mag-isa lang sya pero umabot ang bill nya ng Php 800.”

I don't care about Le Ogre. 

He called me babe. I can't take the silly, dopey smile off my face.

We talked.

“A lot of people are asking how we are.”

“Really? Like who?”

“Like Yas.”  

“What did he say?”

“Remember how I told you about the blogger meetup? He asked me if I could tag you along. Then I said, I'm not sure, coz I dunno where we stand. I told him we're on limbo. He, then, asked me how the two of us are. I said I don't know.”

“You told him what?”

“I told him, I don't know.”   

I wasn't looking at him when we were talking, because I was toying with my food. I couldn't bear to stare at him, I feel I'd crumble.

“You don't know?”

I nodded.

He stopped eating.

I looked at him, and gave him a bleak smile, then toyed with my food again. He, then, reached for my hand,

“You ok?”

“Uh huh”  

Then we talked some more.

After dinner, we dropped by to say hi to Le Ogre and his other friends who were having dinner at Pho Hoa. We also passed by, and hanged out a little with Lady in Black and her classmates at Kopi Roti, who were reviewing for an exam.

“Hatid na kita. I'll drop you off somewhere.”  

We hailed a cab.

Inside the cab, I felt awkward. Parang nagpapakiramdaman kame. Sino unang gagalaw? 

Ako ba? o siya?

C laid his hand, palm open, near my right leg. It's as if inviting me to hold his hand.

I did.

I looked at him, and he smiled. I smiled back, and laid my head on his shoulder. He laid his head on my head. I looked at him, again. This time, my hand is tracing his jawline, then his chin. He moved towards me; his face just an inch from mine.

A lip lock.

OMG. He kissed me.

I broke free from the kiss, and looked away, outside the cab's window.

My heart was pounding.

Then, he pulled me back, I pulled him closer.

A kiss.

A passionate kiss.

After arriving home, I received a text from C,

“Hihi. It’s like our first kiss. Ü”

It’s like he’s putting words in my mouth. That was exactly how it felt like.

Our first kiss.

I thought it was just me. But then, he also felt the same way.

“Hihi.. brings back giddy memories.. Your lips tasted as sweet as that first kiss.. *kilig”

“Hehe. Ang weird natin ngayong gabi haha.”

“Haha. Panong weird, babe?”

“Wala lang. I missed you so much lang talaga. Nasanay na lang din ako siguro kasi medyo matagal tayong hindi nagkita.”

“Ako, I super missed you.. hihi..”

“Hihi. We’re back on track babe. Ü”

Friday

C went with Le Ogre to JP Morgan Chase to apply. Apparently, they got lost, and walked from McKinley to Net Plaza. He wanted us to meet at the coffee, and so we did. I bought him his favorite cake, pampalubag-loob sa nangyari sa kanya. They were with another lady friend,

“Mukha kayong magkapatid...”

That's the fourth time I've heard that. The third one was during a drinking spree.



Well, I guess, a little bit because of how we look. We complement each other. Or, maybe because we're comfortable with each other. We're like best friends. I remember this one time, we're crossing the street at Edsa Shang for a blogger meetup,

”Para lang tayong mag-bestfriends noh, babe?"

“Oo nga.. You're like my long lost best friend."

“Haha."

“Haha. Wag nalang kaya kita boyfriend, babe. F*ck buddies nalang tayo. Watchathink?"

“Haha. Go!"

 “Tse! Yoko nga. Ayaw kitang i-share."

“I know."

Saturday

I thought it was just me. But then, he also felt the same way.

One manager: “Your hair is long na, Nate. You should get a haircut.” 

Budoy: “Your hair's a mess.” 

Le Ogre: “Anyare? Ang haba na ng hair mo friend.”   

OK. FINE. I GET IT.


It's 4PM, and I've to meetup with C at 6PM for a blogger meetup at 8PM.


Went to 5 salons, but to no avail. Punuan lahat. WTF!


May hoarding ng salons? Kaloka.


On the 6th one, I waited for 30 minutes before it was my turn. OA sa volume ang hair ko, promise. So si ateng parlorista sprayed water sa hair ko. 

“Ay. Kaloka. Ambigat!! Limang kilo?”

I could've bitchslapped him. But I kept composure.

“Kuya, ba't ganito? Kaloka. Para kang miyembro ng kulto."

Dun ako natawa. Everytime magpapa-gupit ako, laging may nega na comments ang mga parlorista. Hahaha. Pero meron din namang magagandang comments sila pag tapos na nila akong gupitan ng buhok.

“Kuya, Para ma-meynteyn mo ang kagwapuhan mo, every 2 weeks ka magpagupit ha? Sayang."


“Jusko, sir. May itsura ka pala. Kanina kasi mukha kang tambay sa kanto."

“Ayan, mabango ka palang tignan sa totoong buhay, Sir. Kanina kasi mukha kang mabantot! Kaloka."

Hahaha. Them crazy parloristas make me laugh. :P

Then, off to the blogger meetup at Harbour Square. There were 9 of us: C & I, Jay, Jerro, Jap, Heyoshua, G, Yas, Nox.


At ang eksena ng gabi? Syempre ang pagiging messenger ko ng aking fwend na si RonRon! He wanted me to say this to Nox:

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Them already!! :)

***

Had dinner at KFC.

Conversations over coffee at Starbucks.
Long mindless walk along Roxas Blvd going to Ermita (like a repeat of last time)
Got a feel of how it is at Orosa-Nakpil.
Torn between O-Bar or Bed.
Chickened out, feeling uncomfy and excused ourselves.

I know, we're such party poopers. I'm sorry.

***

C and I took a cab and went to C's turf.

Played 4 rounds of DoTA.


Went home tired, but happy.