Scribesmeister v4 (In Zero Gravity)

It was sister’s birthday and Terence’s Christening. Check out the pics at twilite.multiply.com. However, I doubt if you can view it if you don’t have a multiply account. Oh well, I’ll set it to public so everyone could have a piece.:) Anyway, I don’t know what I did that day that made me feel so exhausted. Was it waking up at 7am for the preparation? Was it applying mascara while blow-drying my hair? Was it running around the Baptistry to get a better shot? or maybe laughing the whole time? I didn’t entertain the guests. All I did was eat and take a dump (sus, “eww” all you want). Haha.Yes, I agree. That was ultimately exhausting. With every plate that I’ve polished off, you could just imagine how literally bloated I felt and well, looked. Haha. Lunch at Barrio Fiesta was followed by cases of beer and another long table of cholesterol and sweets served at home. My bro in laws and other guests kept paging me (with the use of the videoke mic) while I was taking a rest upstairs. No choice. I finally budged. Downed 3 bottles of SMB light. And my head started the drill. I just know that I had to bail out and sleep. So that’s it. When I say I’m done, I’m done. No kind or manner of convincing could make me chug another bottle, especially when they’re out of ice! And yeah, before I rushed to the bedroom, I gave them a one last song. “Kung wala ka” by Hale. Yan naman mga katuwaan ng mga lalake
e, yung may nauuto. Haha. Di bale, nauuto ko rin naman sila. Haha. have you forgotten? Lalake rin ako noh. 10 pm was the end of the night for me.

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A quote from an unknown texter crunched my eyebrows. Who is this again? So I sent a message asking for a name. No reply. Okay, no one cares.

I went to mass, someone gave me a flier and it read “Vj’s Party Balloons and Supplies”. Right.After the mass is malling time for me and Ethan. Sm Centerpoint is the nearest one, so my sis and I took him there. There were huge posters of Happy Feet everywhere and I know what I was thinking. But Ethan suddenly blurted out, “uncle vj!” while pointing over to one poster displaying a “happy” penguin with its feet up. Cute. Ethan always remembers Vj as the cuddly big penguin in my life. A penguin who apparently hasn’t found his match yet. Argh, I’m not in need of mnemonics and I don’t take it as a sign.

Later that day, I texted him. Just to say that I remembered him (after all, we’re friends). My phone had no indication of a message from him. Not that I was expecting, I was just hoping he got it. But he didn’t. It was fate. Anything that I might have said, might have been misunderstood if ever he got to read it. So I was thankful that it didn’t reach him. Haha. You wanna know how I learned that he wasn’t able to get it? Because he was the unknown texter who sent me a tacky message earlier. He changed his number. I wonder why he still had to let me know. He could have just kept it a secret. Or he could’ve just texted me without asking me (for the nth time) if I’m already accepting applications for the position of “suitor” in my love department. No, not yet. No one has the guts to enter. But that’s okay, love department is currently undergoing an overhaul. It would probably take a while. Look, I’m tired of answering pointless questions. More than that, I’m tired of trying not to hurt anyone by sinking into this tachycardiac silence.