Scribesmeister v4 (In Zero Gravity)

Two of my friends had their birthday last week. And the first birthday celebrator was Nic, my little bro (August 21) then the follwing day it was Kelly’s day, my mommy (Aug 22). But the celebration was dragged to Thursday (at Spaghetti Factory) and Friday (Blue Onion). Anyway, it was really fun spending real good time with old and new friends. So, here are the pictures taken on both days. I have no time to arrange it, so you go figure which is which. Click on it for larger view. Naks. Haha…

Backtrack:

Kelly’s day was like our usual hang-out and binge eating session. Plus, of course…the non-stop talking and irrepresible laughter. Even with those pictures, I still can’t help but laugh. Nyahahaa. See? Weird. Trivia: Sir Barney can gobble up the 2 family size pizza, 4 plates of pasta and 1 chicken meal food in just a matter of seconds! Hmm, yeah. I know you guys can believe it with his garfield built. Oh my God, if he gets to read this I’m dead. Haha… TERMINATED! (okay, i’ll talk about that tomorrow after our dreaded meeting at 5:30 a.m! The demon (not Barney) thinks he’s God.Who gave him the guts? Argh.)

Friday at Blue Onion:

Huwaw! Thanks to the Red Horse Nic! You made me happy. Giggly and bubbly. And for inviting a magician to come over and amuse me! Hehe… That night was really great. I couldn’t say anything more. I even had a nice sleep. Well, it’s not because I was intoxicated or anything. It’s just that there’s nothing more to worry about…unlike before. Hehe. I couldn’t even go out at night with guy friends without struggling with my chained wrists. Haha. Yeah, I’ve sacrificed a lot then. But i didn’t regret anything I did just to lessen the fights. Anyway….

I’m looking forward to another barkada bonding this coming weekend! See you guys! Satiate me with your corniest jokes and slapstick name-calling! Hell, joyride na!

so you like this huh?

uy, ian! andyan ka pala!haha…=)) i know you’re yearning for some justice on those pictures. so here you go. I hope this would give everyone a good laugh though. Haha. Peace! Wait, when’s the ktv belt-out session? I’m running out of moolah, so you better drag me now before I splurge on alcopops and pasta. Hehe.

Hay, it’s always such a relief to talk with old friends. remote friends. lost friends. Grr, even having you guys near makes me miss you more. I could really use a vacation. But, I wanna start it off spending time with everyone I missed. I’ll see you in September! One case of beer coming right up! I swear I’m gonna make you crawl! Haha…

Hmm, my afternoon chat sessions with Gino and Eamon were…what? How do I put it? It was somehow disheartening and I don’t know! delightful? Disheartening because I know that I can no longer hang out with them anymore…because, I am willing myself to detach. I know that all those years spent getting used to the company of one another are slowly fading into the gray area of my life. Hay, no need to worry. Nevertheless, I’m still thankful that more important people are still hanging around me. But are they staying just for the mere purpose of transistion? or forever? Is the game of finding and losing still on? Don’t tell me. I’d rather be caught unaware.

August 9 (our would have been and supposedly monthsary date)

His first text in the morning. “Happy Monthsary Schatzie!hehe…”

I replied: “I don’t find it funny.”

I don’t know why he’s still texting me and I don’t know why I am still replying. Grr. I badly want to kill the impulse, but I don;t think that would alleviate the pain I’m still feeling. Hmmm… but yeah, when you’ve finally learned to walk past the impulse and swim against the current —I’m positive that I’d be totally free. Knowing that fear itself has loosened its grip on me. Hay… I stopped feeling bad as soon as I squeezed out all my remaining sentiments over a hearty lunch. O ano? Hindi niyo nahalata noh? Bleh! I was no longer feeling bad at all. But then again, that night, as I tried to bring our conversation to an end…He said: “Happy Monthsary…sleep tight. gudmornyt.”

Argh…gudmornyt? ahhh!!! I didn’t send anything back. I just wanna scream, “why don’t you just kill me?!” No, not a drop of tear until I buried my face in my pillow and entered that dream. In the dream, I was crying. I was crying for that reason. And I could feel the exacerbated pain going up to my head. It was so real. In fact, it was and i shook myself into wakefulness. 3:27 a.m. as I felt the stinging tears.

Tears. Why won’t you fall? Why do you want to hurt my eyes? Why can you never leave me? Fall, please. And wash away my misery.

But…you just kept still. Nevertheless, even as I rub you off…it is hurting me much more than it is hurting you. But are you hurt? You can transform into anything and leave without a mark, but on my scratched out eyeballs.