Gutom Lang 'Yan
In the first three days or less, my conversations with Exzeqiel had been very few and far between. But since Sunday, he had been calling me Rics, and I loved it. He has a girlfriend, but it's okay. There are more fishes at sea, a handful, however, in my net. I still got Joshua Vincent. And Mike, and Arjay... Not one of them is an alias.
Now... for the nom de guerre: I thought it strange that this infatuation for Marius had been ebbing away within two weeks. My encounters with him consisted only of short hi’s or innocent dedma. I’m quite surprised that since I got hired, my Marius-reverie had been over so suddenly and soon. And thinking back now, I realized how I, a little before I turned twenty, I used to yearn to take a cab with him, wanting to take Cossette’s place in his heart, hating her not without a surge of guilt, hurting for wanting his love that she had taken away… What a love! Now I’m over it.
When I’m there with him, however, seeing him with her, here looms that tad bit of envy alluring me to assume my usual “silent and bitter” treatment of the people around me, especially Marius. But then again, that was just temptation, not sin-jeopardizing my night-out around 9 pm of February 12. I didn’t relinquish myself to it as I walked from AB building to Almer’s. I figured, We have nothing in common. It’s spilled milk-why cry for it? They had a life. I had to get one.
Hence, after refusing a male hooker on Laong Laan, I trod to Almer’s where another beauty moving on, Jazélle, was waiting for me. Besides, I was starving for sizzling sisig! Food should prep me up with protein before the million heartbreaks and moving-on to come.
I’m twenty years and five days older, wiser now.
Now... for the nom de guerre: I thought it strange that this infatuation for Marius had been ebbing away within two weeks. My encounters with him consisted only of short hi’s or innocent dedma. I’m quite surprised that since I got hired, my Marius-reverie had been over so suddenly and soon. And thinking back now, I realized how I, a little before I turned twenty, I used to yearn to take a cab with him, wanting to take Cossette’s place in his heart, hating her not without a surge of guilt, hurting for wanting his love that she had taken away… What a love! Now I’m over it.
When I’m there with him, however, seeing him with her, here looms that tad bit of envy alluring me to assume my usual “silent and bitter” treatment of the people around me, especially Marius. But then again, that was just temptation, not sin-jeopardizing my night-out around 9 pm of February 12. I didn’t relinquish myself to it as I walked from AB building to Almer’s. I figured, We have nothing in common. It’s spilled milk-why cry for it? They had a life. I had to get one.
Hence, after refusing a male hooker on Laong Laan, I trod to Almer’s where another beauty moving on, Jazélle, was waiting for me. Besides, I was starving for sizzling sisig! Food should prep me up with protein before the million heartbreaks and moving-on to come.
I’m twenty years and five days older, wiser now.