Backwards. That Wednesday nyte, Asya-Filipino Restaurant served really delicious frozen Margarita. You know, I don't usually show up to some late-night invites. But it's my baby, Roxanne's birthday. I wouldn't miss that for the world. And so I didn't. :) ... Finally met Carl and Rey, I missed hanging out with Mons of PNE, Rye and Steve lookin' good together, Maxi was like ... hummmm
Roxie's bday, cheat day. I counted 4 freezin' Margies, and two sticks of Marlboro lytes arrggghhh ... gotta get back to rehab quick :(
I stayed up late. I stayed home alone the next day. Must say, I'm really done with the nyte life.
Having missed a work day, made my yesterday really toxic at the office. From land disputes, to urgent MOA, from cry babies, to aging field officers with unbearable dementia, my patience getting scarce and Othello getting it from me! All's well that ends well. By 7:00 PM, i collected all my loots from my online suppliers. And just about ready to get my tired self trekking home.
The train has been a wreck the entire week ... so I welcomed with open arms Rye's offer to drop me up to Buendia ... so sweet of him. so by a little over 7 PM, we hit the road, traversing the the main streets of Manila, a place very dear to the both of us. Kami ni Ryan batang Maynila pareho. We had his playlist blasting inside his car. We were singing along in between out chit chats about how the day went, his recent break-up with Ed, the prospects of Steve, I was engaged in the conversation while trying to film our road trip --- full of Manila traffic hehe, city lights, and the sun gracefully giving way to midnight skies, it started to drizzle, and you know what, you really wouldn't know it, if it was a smile that was on my face or a crack where the light gets in. My gaze gets blurry still, like there's something in my eye, but it was suppose to be a joyride that night, I really did not want to play the Scrooge. I've got trained tear ducts, they can fall on-call, or stay up there at the rim and let chilly winds dry them up without a trace. Like you really wouldn't notice.
My daughter's home from her 2-month OJT stint in Makati. I got home late so I had to wake her up with a kiss goodnight from mommy.
Backwards. Earlier Friday afternoon, I was on the phone with Mymy. Trying to get a job in CITEM HR :-) for my cousin. She asked about you. She asked for your name again. And I couldn't even say it. I tried to be funny, but my voice was like a little breaking. I had to think quick of an excuse, just to keep it short. So I did. That phone call was over.
Home. Very very late. It's always worse on Fridays, evenings, when it rains. And this ...
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| Some memories still hurts, and lingers. But, what the heck, you still want to keep them. |
I tried to pull myself together, and played Insidious 3. Funny, I slept the whole time. :)
A little past 3 AM, I was awaken by a dream. Of you, and a life and love that wasn't mine from the very start. The creepy thing about it, is that, while it was going on, it really felt so real. Panaginip lang yun pero masakit na (masakit pa din), so think about reality ...
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"it is in these moments of tender and ridiculous nostalgia that i know that something inside of me is still broken ..."
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