love life

A pair of shoes can tell a thousand stories.

Whoooaaaaa red Lotus Feet shoes. I was so amused. I couldn’t get over it. Old fashioned, yes. But was cute on her feet. Admit it, not everyone would have the guts to wear something like that in any place, in these days. She originally wanted a pair of kung fu shoes. Grade school days, public school days shoes. I don’t know if they still sell it in Chinatown, I was in Beijing and Nanning twice, but I haven’t seen even old Chinese folks wearin’ kung fu shoes. I am a fan myself. So comfy but that kind of comfort I guess, does not come handy these days. So my friend, settled for a pair of red, Lotus Feet shoes (my way of calling it). She was so amused that it got me amused. Hahahaha … cute Lotus feet.

Colorful snickers. And her heavy knapsack am sure was full with soiled laundry hahaha. I admire her from living her life in the streets even when she got herself a 5K a month studio near our office. Our office, initially, I was suppose to meet her there. She got stuck in Mantrade traffic, and I got a little impatient as always, I decided to proceed to beehive :) to grab a cheeseburger for dinner. To me, this redhead is always ruggedly sexy :). She was asked about her status, we gave two different answers in chorus :). She said, “It’s complicated very.” I said, “slightly used.” I brought her house down. She hugged me tightly that I couldn’t breathe. So I said may be she was very drunk that reunion night when she talked about her “almost-there-sex life” with an “almost-there lovelife.” :) “Almost” is always better than “no almost”. She spilled my coffee on my hand and mauve bag. Lotus feet got busy cleaning us up hahaha. Cheers to one of my favorite stubbornly curly redheads in the world. Dirty is ruggedly sexy. :)

That famously purple 2 inch wedge. Displaying unconventional 10 purple toe nails. They made me go in circle in Quezon Av. They made me take the bridge. They made me walk on filthy, smelly streets. And made me hug a long lost once friend. It was a night of few things for me. and my 3-in-i cafe all over my hand. craZybeautiful mess. as always.

She was ladylike (for once) with brown ballet flats. I teased her all the time we were together because I have been used to her deep pink rubber shoes especially during those days when her arthritis was really bad which is more often than not bad. Or may be I jusz miss her especially these times. Sad times. Two used to be my favorite number. But not when two had gone too soon. Suddenly, there is jusz the two of us. She was in tears and I hated it. I guess, me, am not jusz not ready to say my last goodbye. She road her bike with her hubby. Dainty ballet flats and black fighter helmet, only she can get away with that. I told her not to invite danger so she’d better keep her hands to herself :). She ... who will always be my lovely earth.

Monday night with friends. Not a good time to go drinking. Not a good time to bid a friend farewell. Surreal.

My little fairy couldn’t make it. Eyes too swollen to be seen in public. I missed her pair of shoes. And missed her story for the day. I texted her quick and brief, life is short, darling, so may be, it’s God’s way of telling , we start caring, and showing that care to the person next to us, people we endear ... for we don’t know life, we don't understand life, not yet, that in a blink of eye, suddenly, dear life is gone. Gone jusz like that. Not overseas. Not to another office. Not in another place and time. Gone for good. Unreachable, untouchable, beyond repair gone. So love, and show love while we can.

Me and old friend of almost 30 years. So I said, “We are really getting old by the day. Friends our generation, and this world, they leave. Leave to a place nobody knows if it really exists. Years, decades, and centuries that will be forgotten in time. Recorded memories we can never bring with us. Leave without recall of ugly and beautiful. That is my opinion. I believe it’s true. Nobody has come to life after life to dispute that. “Nat, friends die in their 40s. It’s too short. Time catching up with us. It scares me. It makes me sad. Let’s see each other soon, Ok. ASAP!"

Night cap after a taxi ride, from QC to Lawton to Pasay to Baclaran. A recap in my head of:
1) Boner ;)
2) Shag pad ;)
3) A sack of beans
4) Bulong

:)

So I trek that road again. I, me and myself. Having known that news ;) …. shag fad ;), I shrugged of all my fears and shames of dirty alleys and wide highways. I shall travel it day by day with my hair down knowing I will no longer, not even by accident, find you anymore in my long, alone journey. Ride my ride in huge, open windows with my hair in the air.

We now travel different road maps. We are never, no longer part of our lifelines and plans. Your life alone. My life lonely. As a matter of factly.

Both us, old and weary. Some day, you’ll get tired of this, too. Today was yesterday.

September’s August.




(a writer’s word only this writer understands. So don’t sweat, you’ll never get it. My fault, baby, I never got you there.)