Scribesmeister v4 (In Zero Gravity)

Yesterday’s weather has turned up real bad. I almost caught the flu, but thankfully, I didn’t - just a few rounds of sneezing. Anyway, I couldn’t cancel my appointment because it’s not me when I call meetings off for shallow reasons. Meaning, there has to be other ways to ditch a plan. But this time, it has to push through.

I initially thought it would be odd to see him again after months of shut-down, but I felt strangely composed to be near him. Well, yeah. As if I’ve never tried pretending acting cool, but this time – the act is over. I’ve never felt more like myself. And not that I’ve pretended to be someone else around him, it’s just that the tension is off on the ground we now stand on. And how do I evaluate his “behavior” (to borrow someone’s turn of phrase) last night? He was like brand new. Haha. Seriously. He was just like the guy I found (or who found me) years ago. Plus, having some sort of qualities he has acquired through the years he spent with me. And I don’t know any other way to describe it. Catch up or get lost.

Admittedly, I missed him. I mean, it would be phony to say that I didn’t when I know that I’d be lying especially to myself and not to anyone of you out there. Thank God there were no awkward moments, at least for me. He might have given away some insignificant hints of hesitation (during conversations and whatnot), but that’s just him taking precautions so as not to appear foolish. Haha. And there goes another sarcastic laugh aimed at myself. Haha. Oops. Okay, just because I’m happy that it didn’t turn into a disaster or the type of “reunion” that both or either party would surely regret – I’ll tell you what happened.

He picked me up at 2:30 pm at Megamall. Just after I finished licking (okay, that doesn’t sound good) my spoon and fork at Recipes. We went straight ahead to Greenbelt and since neither I, nor neither him, could think of a place to eat after parking, we decided to start the walkathon to Glorietta. I had dessert at Penny Cookies and he grabbed his burger at Tender Bob’s. Dinner was nothing special because it’s Yellowcab again. Pizza time. I’ve had 5 pizza parties in one week! Imagine that! No wonder, I let him take it home to his sisters. That’s just about 6pm. He seemed anxiously excited to watch Happy Feet. I, on the other hand, couldn’t remember the last movie I saw. Fucked up mind. So I nodded compliantly when he asked if I wanted to catch one. Yeah, it’s like I could use a good laugh. And no doubt, it was hilarious. The Mexican penguin, Ramon, dubbed by Robin Williams, appeared to get me by the bait.

“Let me tell you something, come closer, don’t be afraid…”, mimicking the voice of a Mexican-black-American penguin.

You’ve had it! That’s it! What do you think? I think the best about it is that, I didn’t freeze and drown. I might have frozen like an iceberg when I was about to see him but I felt buoyant as soon as I started breaking myself to facilitate a good conversation. Figuratively speaking, of course. Oh yes, before I forget, there were no scary confrontations or whatever. I guess we didn’t find an excuse/reason to bring it up. And that’s a good thing. I swear. I know I’ve already let it go and it seems that somehow, he knows he has to come around making things right for himself. However he does it is beyond me. Getting along well, surely enough is a success for me already. I actually wanted to hug him for the feeling of total liberation and patently authentic happiness.

9pm, I was already on my way home. Of course, he drove me home. Like as if he had a choice. He’s got to be nice, right? Haha. And because he has to be nice, he gave me a book by Nick Hornby. He knew I like it because I told him (jokingly) that if he’s going to get me a book it’s gotta be this OR that. ;p I’m glad he took it seriously though. Though he kept telling me that it costs a lot. I know he’s just being Vj. If you know what I mean, that is.

End. Post-friendly-date messages cannot be disclosed. Told yah, I’m good at handling this kind of business.

This is something new - unbelievable even. My birthday passed without a drop of beer going down my throat. I have to give Starbucks the credit for the alcohol-substitute. Since I don’t think I brought anyone who’d tolerate my craving for the bitter, we ended up swigging blended tea, lattes and frappes. My friend will be getting his 2007 planners in no time. Haha. Well, actually, I didn’t have to fight the urge to drink for several reasons. Truth be told, I wasn’t in the mood for bar drinks last night. More than half of the time, all I wanted to do was to shoot the breeze and never shut up. So you think that’s the end of it? Let’s start carrying on with the story…

I invited a few friends to come for dinner at OJ’s Bar in Libis. Some weren’t able to make it (because of my battery’s fault! It was down to a zilch). And others are too “pa-importante” who are being too much of a bother already. Ahem, I am not supposed to wait, am I? Not to mention, beg for them to be there. In fact, they did hand me in a very nice favor. I had fewer bucks to pay for the bill. Thanks to you! Haha. Being the muse isn’t much of a big role to handle. I’m used to it. It’s okay to be treated like a guy sometimes. Bring about stupid jokes and disgusting, blunt stories that even guys don’t openly talk about. hint hint. It’s only for pure fun. And as long as you’re talking about other people, it won’t sound offensive. It would only make you shudder with revulsion.

After dinner, James already went ahead. So by then I was left with the trio. With their sizes and built, I almost looked like a bonsai amidst molave trees. Haha. Since I always walk to the lead, I feel like a VIP surrounded by my personal security forces. Kay Jek pa lang, matatakot na sila. I had a great time having them around. I really did.

I won the basketball (shooting) tournament at Quantum by 2 points! Ha! Losers! This was really my day. And belting out 3 songs by the Backstreet Boys earned me a score of 100% for each. Syempre, todo bigay ako e. Sayang ang pagkakataon! I feel so jologs just thinking about it. Albeit, admittedly, I’m just like one of those high school kids who admired them as one of the first boy bands and puked them out of their system after a while. What’s remained in my head now is that BOY BANDS SUCK! Except Boyz II Men, which is an all-black boy band and obviously, that makes all the difference.

You know what? I can’t help shaking my head and laughing at myself at this point. I only wanted to talk about how the birthday celebration went and I drowned it with my endless side comments again. I really can’t do away with that, huh? Sorry, that’s just me. I could only let unnecessary remarks drop and not my birthday wishes. And how about the gifts that I got? No, I can’t tell you that either. So, I’ll just finish this off with these lines:

At twenty two, I guess the best gift that God has given me is freedom. Next would be good health (that means surviving stress) and lastly, a chance to rebuild my life. Yes, He’s working on his masterpiece in me. And I know it beyond doubt.

My shift is about to end and I still have one pending task to do. Ah, the ultra-convoluted keywords. I’ll get back to you on Wednesday because tomorrow is a Holiday and I’m off to take pleasure in the heights of ecstasy. Don’t worry; I’ll update you as soon as I get to blogging again. Yeah! I’m totally psyched. And will you please smack this stupid grin off my face? It’s making me look like and idiot to myself. But well, what’s wrong with being happy? Haha. Thanks to the advanced greetings and surprises. And congratulations, you succeeded in shocking me, bubbling me up and in turning me into a ball of madness (that’s a good thing of course). So, see yah.