Monday, February 15, 2010

Random


It was almost dawn when I agreed to join a stranger I just met over a bottle of Red Horse. It was swift just an invitation to go somewhere private. I was already drunk before the stranger joined me and my friend (the strange actually ordered that last round of beer). As my friend sashayed his way into the common restroom I left the bar with the stranger. Bills already been settled so I guess my friend need not to worry, after all, I know he won't mind me ditching him over a lay. The sun is almost up when the spirits began playing tricks on my sub-consciousness.

"I'll go in first and when you receive my text you follow," the stranger instructed me.

No need for me to respond because I already know how to play this game. Not having a place of my own, the mirrored rooms became my playing field - the witness to the exchange of flesh and pleasure of both withering souls.

It was fast - the text message. I cross the street and went inside. The guy from reception area greeted me and I gave him the information I read from the text message. I slither smoothly on my way to where the barter will ensue.

He was already lying there, staring back at me. I carefully closed the door and began undressing. Then it began.

"I love you," the stranger said in the middle of game.

"Ha?," I asked?

"I love you," he repeated.

"Love mo na 'ko?," I asked.

How a stranger could say that to a person whom he just met? How could people, in general, say these words without even meaning it? How could they easily say it just like that? So I played along.

"Pano kung I'm taken na?," I added.

"Ok lang, number two ako," I replied.

I was bewildered. This person seemed crazy; he just said he love a person whom he just met over a beer then willing to be my number two if ever I'm already taken (haba ng hair).

Spirits still lingering and playing tricks on my head so I didn't bother him saying those stupid remarks as I'm trying to relieve my horniness. It's part of the game. No matter how it's been played when both parties reach the pinnacle, both parties win. That's what I love about this game, no one actually loses. Well, that's it if you no investment of emotion involves.

The phone ring while I'm still dozing of. I'm still sleepy so he invited me to come to his place. We dined first at some local Chinese restaurant before heading over to his place.

I was shocked to find out that his room mate was actually one of the people I flirted over the bar last night - small world indeed.

It was a long day. We played a lot at different corner of his pad. Not minding if his room mate sees us.

Later, I went home and send him a text message:

"Sorry but I can no longer see you."

He replied dozens of text messages telling me that he loves me blah blah blah then when he realized I'm not replying or answering any his calls he began cursing me hehe.

So I'm asking again, how could you say you love a person you just met? How could people, in general, say these words without even meaning it? How could they easily say it just like that?

If you like the person or stranger you just met, it doesn't amount to love, right? Like, most likely, but love I don't think so. What do you think?

Xoxo

The Curious Cat

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Saturday, February 13, 2010

Gateway


I find it really hard to stare at some strangers I came across whenever I am in public places, simply because they might find it offensive. I always shy away whenever some tried to stare or stare back at me. Maybe that's the reason I haven't develop the art of sensing other person's preference.

One time, I was strolling around Gateway Mall in Cubao while waiting for a text message from a friend whom I got to meet later on, I notice a guy staring at me from afar. I tried ignoring him first but he kept on gazing. I really felt uncomfortable at first but finally decided to gawk back.

He's a Chinese guy, very fair, and a bit skinny. He's not that hot and I don't know, but involuntary I had an erection. Maybe I finally admit it to myself that somehow I find it sexy that someone was looking or let's say that someone was trying to flirt with me at the mall. It was not the first time that someone stared at me but it was the first time for me to look back.

He kind of smile and started to approach me. What I did was I went to the bath room so that I'll kind of get out from that situation. Even though it excites me but it felt really uncomfortable. It felt like I'm about to have a fever. I went inside and noticed that he followed. I went to the farthest urinal but I find it hard to urinate because of my erection.

Then he went inside and he had chosen the next urinal from mine. He looked at me and smiled. I felt uneasy so I hurriedly tuck "it" in and went outside without looking back at him. He still followed me. In the escalator, he was standing a step away from me, awkwardly, I typed my digits on my mobile phone and raised it a bit so he could see my number and hoped he'd saved it. Then I hurriedly went outside the mall.

After a few minutes I received a text from him, I read the message and his name was written on it.

Weeks later, I was alone in some hotel in Manila and had nothing else to do. I texted him and invited him to come over. I guess you already have an idea what happened next, don't you?

Xoxo

The Curious Cat

P.S. Image courtesy of http://www.flickr.com/photos/garmisch/473444067/

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Unwritten


There were times when I felt that my world stops but everyone else kept on revolving. As I stood still, all I see is a blur of everything. I think but not. Time passes me by but I remain.

Every time I passes by the walkway in Ortigas, as the wind swiftly blows my hair and send 'em flying away from me as if trying to escape to gain their freedom, all I see are people worried faces. Stressed. I glanced at the vehicles below me and they stood still, waiting for the green light to move on to where they're heading. They keep on moving while I thought I remain standing still.

Hearing the blind's mind voice make me most sad, sending shivers but I pretend not to see. I look at Mary's image instead and awed by her immensity, helping people before me in keeping their faith but why can't I. People come and go but the voice still lingers.

Ants crawl in one direction, back and forth. People often forget when temptation is abound. Used to care but already get used to it. A wink a nudge let's procreate.

I often caught myself staring blankly into the horizon, pass the building pass the people in front of me. As if I'm on a trance, dancing my way into nothingness. I wake up from this stupor finding myself funny yet hurt.

30 minutes, 45 minutes it doesn't matter. I run, I jog and I flight. Sweat flows profusely. Music playing, DJ's laughing. Escaping. I lift, I lounge, I breath in and out.

As the bus sends me home, it felt like ad infinitum. At least that's what I hope. Home is where the heart is, not. I close my eyes, hoping that tomorrow will be something different but as long as I'm bounded it will never be.

Xoxo

The Curious Cat

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Thursday, February 4, 2010

Wakeful


Crowd smiles fade as they get pass you
Time ticks but time stood still
Stuck in the moment will leave us blue
Sparrow stands by for a kill

Morning is breaking the fogs fading
Days’ passing like leaves falling
Deafening silence the beats’ slowing
Chilling the cold and empty being

Blissful faces nearby trance
So close yet so unreachable
Pearls form along with the glance
No one held accountable

Certain dusk comes before darkness falls
Starless sky neon lights blinding
Walking nowhere no one calls
Homeward bound birds chirping

Xoxo

The Curious Cat

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Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Breakable


Awaken by the ringing of the alarm clock located in the headboard just above my head. I tried to open my eyes but to no avail. As I am about to succumb to slumber, when I heard the door opened. Again I tried to open my eyes to check who might have opened it, but the door is still closed. I looked at the closet and the sound came from the closet’s door. He got his uniform and carefully slid it as he dashed his way out the room. I reached for my phone and saw the time: it was 6:05 am.

I carefully stood up and fixed the bed before heading to the bathroom to take a bath. I was still sleepy so I decided to jerk off first to fend off the morning stiffness. Then turn on the shower to wash all the nightmares I had the previous night. The water was cold but my body already got used to it. Goosebumps beginning to appear as I let the water run down my already doused body.

I tried recalling and replaying the nightmares visiting me in my forty winks but I can’t seem to do it. All I remember was that I am very thirsty and no matter how many glasses of water I drink, the thirst seemed unquenchable. It’s been bothering me. I tried drinking a lot of water before going to sleep and when I woke up I grab a glassful just to make sure that I’m not dehydrated.

It was already 7:00 am when I’m all made up. So I carefully locked the door before heading to the street and fought my way to an FX ride going to EDSA. FX was not the most comfortable means of transportation but it was the swiftest ride available, well if you own your own car or held a taxi cab that would be much faster but to a commuter like me, an FX ride would suffice.

On my way to EDSA, aside from the sardine can like situation inside, I can’t help but think about my friend who just had his heart broken 3 days ago. Last Friday, I was supposed to meet another friend for some rounds of beer but his officemates didn’t allow him to go just yet so he told me he won’t be able to meet me. Dismayed, I decided to go home already. When I was about to go, I received a text from my other friend. He was asking if I could see him for some drinks. The night was still young and I do want to drink so I decided to meet him.

It’s been months since I last saw him because his schedule became erratic ever since they started provincial tours again to promote their band’s latest single. He was the lead guitarist on some famous local band here. I saw him already stated drinking, he had his hair grow back again and it suited him well.

He waved at me when he saw me. I grabbed a chair and placed my bag on the other empty chair.

“Pre musta? Chopsuey pala para diet hehe,” he greeted me.

“Ok lang naman. Tagal na natin hindi nagkita ah,” I replied.

“Oo nga.”

We started catching up and talked about our other friends and how they were doing. Then he started opening up about his breakup with his girlfriend. I even kid him that he got busy ever since that bitch stole him up from us. His girlfriend broke up with him over YM. They were chatting when he noticed that his girlfriend doesn’t seem interested talking with him. So he asked why, instead of replying she posted a photo of herself with her new beau on her facebook account. Sucks and it hurts.

He was shocked. He didn’t saw it coming. Then she told him that he found someone new and had to choose between the two. She chooses the other guy over him, just like that.

“Pre ganun lang ba ako kadali kalimutan?,” he asked me but words failed me. I just stared at him blankly. His question caught me off guard. I’ve been meaning to ask that myself. I can relate with his situation. So I empathized with him.

“Muntik ko na nga itapon ang Mac book ko… Kala ko siya na. Sabay kase kami nangarap eh… Sabi pa niya sa akin, antayin ko daw ang pagbalik niya… Sabi niya na nasa akin na daw lahat ng katangian na hanap niya sa lalaki… Binigyan ko pa nga siya ng susi ng apartment ko para alam niya may babalikan siya pagbalik niya ng Pinas”

He told me his not sure what would be his reaction if ever she would ask him back again. But he just felt betrayed and could no longer trust her.

He told me a lot of things more. He’s been devastated. He said despite of all what she did, he still wish her well. Hopefully, the new guy was worth it and she will not regret it and will have a happy life with him.

We called it a night by 5am, he invited me to crash at his place like every time we get out but I declined because I wanted to sleep longer and since he still has a gig by 9:00 am so my sleep would be cut short.

“EDSA,” the FX driver shouted obliterating my trains of thoughts.

I hurriedly went out and cross the street for my bus ride going to the office. I sighed and tried thinking of happy thoughts but all for naught.

Xoxo

The Curious Cat

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