Monday, January 18, 2010
Last Friday, the party I was supposed to go was postponed. So after working out I had nowhere else to go. I wanted to watch a movie but they no longer sell tickets because the last full show already started. That sucks. I really don't have anywhere else to go. I didn't want to go home yet. I was sitting outside mini-stop waiting for nothing but to each turn of the clock's hand - one second at a time.
After a while, I decided to go back to Cubao and stay there until I felt like going home. There I was texted by a friend asking me what happened to my blog. I texted him the temporary URL of my blog and asked him if he'd like to go out for a drink. He said yes and told me to meet him in Quatro.
While I was walking towards an ATM machine, my name was being called. It was from my younger brother's batch mate in grade school and is our neighbor in the province. He was joined by 3 more of their batch. It was nostalgic for me. Felt like home. I drink a couple of beer while we exchanged kamustahan before I left for Quatro.
There in Quatro, I accidentally met a friend. It was actually nice seeing him to finally put a face behind a name. We had a couple of rounds and finally decided to go home when my friend got drunk already. He was actually funny when he gets drunk. We hailed a cab foe him. Then I finally went home by myself and finding him already asleep. I went to the shower to take a bath then took a nap soon after.
I woke up the next day finding him already left for work. I prepared myself for a work-out. I was glad that our gimik later was still on so I decided to dine first at dampa. I was already drinking a couple of beers before a friend came to meet me. It was also nice seeing him and finally be able to put a face to a name. He also had his own gimik but decided to see me first before meeting his own set of friends.
It was already past midnight when my friends finally arrived. I asked them where we're going and was informed at Quatro. Nge na naman? I was just there last night. They insisted so we went there. We were teasing one of our friends because he's been flirting with some of the guests there but refused to actually made contact with them. We said it's ok, after all, he's the only one single in our group. We were also discussing about one of our friends who's been jumping from one guy to another and always end up hurting himself on the process. Well hindi na siya talaga natuto.
By 4am we called it a night. Before going home they ate goto then we went our separate ways after. I went home finding him not home yet, instead of worrying I took a bath before taking a nap.
I woke up the next day finding him beside me. I carefully stoop up and took a bath. I prepared my stuff then head to the gym. After the work out I was texted by a friend, he was inviting me to stay at his apartment. I went there and he introduced me to his room mates. One took a nap early because of his interview the next day. So I only get to talk with the room mate. We discussed a lot until we went to a very sensitive topic. He told me that his partner died a year ago due to lung cancer (was only 30 years old that time). He said that we were lucky to be able to spend 5 years together and 8 years for my friend and his partner. As for them, they only had 3 years together before he succumbed to cancer. He said he was already ok and finally able to move on. In fact he's already seeing someone new.
I woke up by 5am. I took a bath before I went home. I was about to insert the key when I heard a familiar text tone. It was my partner's. I stopped and the door opened. It was him, he's already heading for work. He just passed by me without looking at me. So I went inside and changed my clothes. Well, ganun lang parang hindi kami nagkakilala, or as if I didn't exist at all. Ginusto ko naman 'yun, after all, it was me who stopped communicating with him. It's just that I was caught off guard. It pains me but I had to endure it. I can already feel it that anytime now, he will leave me for good and that I'll finally be free.
That was my weekend. How about yours?
The Curious Cat
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