Athlete + Writer
Magandang araw sa inyo.
Mga 5 nalang ata kayong nagbabasa ntio, pero nagdecide na akong babalik ako ng kaunti sa pagsusulat eh, so itutuloy ko na rin to.
Hm, sa totoo lang, hindi ko pa alam kung anong mangyayari sa storya na ito, kaya hindi ko alam kung gaano to kahaba.
Ayon lang, masyado na kong inaantok para introhan pa to. Haha.
-o-o-
Untitled
Chapter 1: Sunday
The sun was already high when I awoke. I shielded my eyes from the glare and lazily rolled to the edge of the bed to sit up. I was surprised to see that I was still wearing the clothes I wore last night. I looked around and realized that I wasn’t in my own room. I closed my eyes and rubbed my throbbing temples as I tried to recall the events that happened last night. I drew blanks.
I stood up, straightened my shirt and headed out to the living room. The TV was blaring and Spongebob’s “I’m ready” chant filled the room. My friend, Vince looked up from the television when he saw me sit down beside him.
“You’re finally awake, eh? Here,” he said. He handed me a Venti coffee cup from Starbucks. “It’s cold now though.”
“Thanks,” I said, turning my attention to the television, where Spongebob was holding hands with his Bubble Buddy.
“My nephews say that this show melts brain cells,” he said. “Can’t afford to lose more of those now, can we?”
“Why don’t you change it?” I asked.
“I can’t reach the remote,” he said, nodding at the direction of the coffee table a couple of feet away where the remote control was placed.
“I guess we’ll be melting our brain cells this morning then,” I said.
We drank our coffee and watched Spongebob silently for a while. I looked over to Vince and saw that he didn’t change out of his clothes from the previous night as well.
“That was some party last night, wasn’t it?” I asked.
“Yeah, you were shit-faced,” he said. “I had to get your phone a couple of times because you were drunk-texting and drunk-dialing.”
“Oh shit, really?” I frantically searched my pockets for my phone. I flipped it open and saw that I had 4 unread messages waiting. Vince was looking at me while I kept on mumbling “shit.”
“You sad bastard,” he said quietly.
I skipped my inbox and went straight to the sent items. I was surprised to find that there was only one message in that folder.
“I only have one message in my sent items,” I said, not really saying it to anyone.
“Congrats,” Vince said. “You deleted your messages while you were drunk again.”
Every time I get drunk, for some reason, I end up deleting my sent items folder. The problem was, I text a lot of people when I’m wasted and I have no way of figuring out who I texted.
The only message in that folder was sent to an unknown number and it read: Ye7 I knox. Dont worz aaout it. I hae a grdat tine. Thd pleasure is mimd. Im ewcited ton.
It took me a while to make sense of the message I supposedly composed. I tried thinking back and got nowhere. I got Vince’s phone to check if he knew who I sent the message to, but he didn’t have it saved as well.
“I don’t know what happened last night,” I said. “Why did I send out this message?”
“You checked your inbox yet?”
I didn’t want to check my inbox.
“I guess I have to, don’t I?”
See, this was not the first time I got into a mess like this. The last time this happened, 3 people told me I was funny, 2 people told me to die in a fire, 1 person told me to go fuck myself and 1 person broke up with me.
So yeah, this can be really, really bad.
I highlighted my inbox, and with trembling fingers I opened it, closing my eyes as I did.
All four messages came from that one unknown number. I still had no idea who owned the number, so I felt a bit relieved. At least I didn’t text anybody I already knew.
I scrolled to the oldest message, it read: I’m right here beside you, you know? You don’t need to text! :)
I tried to think back again, but I’m drawing blanks. I still had no idea who the fuck this was. I moved on to the next one.
That’s a secret. Don’t tell anyone.
Well, this person doesn’t have to worry about that. I scrolled to the next one.
Hahaha You’re drunk! :P Thanks for tonight, really. I’ve been feeling down lately and you’re just the upper I needed. Thank you :) It was a pleasure meeting you and I hope we can be good friends. I’m looking forward to this Wednesday :) Good night!
I still had no idea who this was.
“Hey, uh, was I with someone last night?” I asked Vince. I scrolled to the next message, but I didn’t read it immediately.
Vince looked at me as if he just saw a person eat his own head.
“Are you kidding?” He asked.
“No, I really don’t remember,” I said, feeling weird. “What happened?”
“You seriously don’t remember?” He said. He was now sporting this look of mixed surprise and amusement. “Yeah, you were with someone.”
“Who?”
“Wow, you were that drunk, huh? We met a couple of Trina’s friends last night. Remember? Trina dragged us to the second floor to introduce us to people? Remember?”
“Not really, but go on.”
“Well, it was a packed party, and there was barely enough seats in there, but there was this booth near the far windows where these 2 girls sat. Still nothing?”
I think I remember seeing that big glass window because it had a clear view of the parking lot and I’m pretty sure I pointed my car out at some point that night. I can hardly remember the girls.
“Uh, kinda. What else?”
“Well, one girl wore a black dress, the other one wore a red tube top,” he said slowly. He was looking at me as if waiting for a reaction, but I still had no idea what happened.
“Uhuh,” I said.
“Okay, do you remember what we talked about before going in the party?”
“Uh, no. Help me out here.”
“I winged you last time, didn’t I?”
“Oh, right. It was your turn last night. I said something about last night being your night and I’ll be your wingman even if I have to…” I trailed off.
Vince’s eyes widened together with his smile. I think this was the reaction he was waiting for.
I closed my eyes, took off my glasses and rubbed my temples as I shook my head slowly. It was all rushing back to me now. The girls, the drinks, the games, the dialogues, the dances, the lies, the…
I snapped my head back up and stared at him wide eyed.
“Holy mother of,” I whispered.
“Oh yeah, there it is,” Vince said. It was obvious that he couldn’t contain his amusement; his smile occupied half of his face. “It’s all coming back to you now, huh? I’m sure that mother hen left her mark.”
I remembered the 4th unread message in my phone. I picked my phone up, almost dropping it because of my shaky hands. I turned it face up to read the message.
Oh, and by the way, I think you’re a great kisser, too.
“Motherfucker,” I said.
Her name was Paz.
Mga 5 nalang ata kayong nagbabasa ntio, pero nagdecide na akong babalik ako ng kaunti sa pagsusulat eh, so itutuloy ko na rin to.
Hm, sa totoo lang, hindi ko pa alam kung anong mangyayari sa storya na ito, kaya hindi ko alam kung gaano to kahaba.
Ayon lang, masyado na kong inaantok para introhan pa to. Haha.
-o-o-
Untitled
Chapter 1: Sunday
The sun was already high when I awoke. I shielded my eyes from the glare and lazily rolled to the edge of the bed to sit up. I was surprised to see that I was still wearing the clothes I wore last night. I looked around and realized that I wasn’t in my own room. I closed my eyes and rubbed my throbbing temples as I tried to recall the events that happened last night. I drew blanks.
I stood up, straightened my shirt and headed out to the living room. The TV was blaring and Spongebob’s “I’m ready” chant filled the room. My friend, Vince looked up from the television when he saw me sit down beside him.
“You’re finally awake, eh? Here,” he said. He handed me a Venti coffee cup from Starbucks. “It’s cold now though.”
“Thanks,” I said, turning my attention to the television, where Spongebob was holding hands with his Bubble Buddy.
“My nephews say that this show melts brain cells,” he said. “Can’t afford to lose more of those now, can we?”
“Why don’t you change it?” I asked.
“I can’t reach the remote,” he said, nodding at the direction of the coffee table a couple of feet away where the remote control was placed.
“I guess we’ll be melting our brain cells this morning then,” I said.
We drank our coffee and watched Spongebob silently for a while. I looked over to Vince and saw that he didn’t change out of his clothes from the previous night as well.
“That was some party last night, wasn’t it?” I asked.
“Yeah, you were shit-faced,” he said. “I had to get your phone a couple of times because you were drunk-texting and drunk-dialing.”
“Oh shit, really?” I frantically searched my pockets for my phone. I flipped it open and saw that I had 4 unread messages waiting. Vince was looking at me while I kept on mumbling “shit.”
“You sad bastard,” he said quietly.
I skipped my inbox and went straight to the sent items. I was surprised to find that there was only one message in that folder.
“I only have one message in my sent items,” I said, not really saying it to anyone.
“Congrats,” Vince said. “You deleted your messages while you were drunk again.”
Every time I get drunk, for some reason, I end up deleting my sent items folder. The problem was, I text a lot of people when I’m wasted and I have no way of figuring out who I texted.
The only message in that folder was sent to an unknown number and it read: Ye7 I knox. Dont worz aaout it. I hae a grdat tine. Thd pleasure is mimd. Im ewcited ton.
It took me a while to make sense of the message I supposedly composed. I tried thinking back and got nowhere. I got Vince’s phone to check if he knew who I sent the message to, but he didn’t have it saved as well.
“I don’t know what happened last night,” I said. “Why did I send out this message?”
“You checked your inbox yet?”
I didn’t want to check my inbox.
“I guess I have to, don’t I?”
See, this was not the first time I got into a mess like this. The last time this happened, 3 people told me I was funny, 2 people told me to die in a fire, 1 person told me to go fuck myself and 1 person broke up with me.
So yeah, this can be really, really bad.
I highlighted my inbox, and with trembling fingers I opened it, closing my eyes as I did.
All four messages came from that one unknown number. I still had no idea who owned the number, so I felt a bit relieved. At least I didn’t text anybody I already knew.
I scrolled to the oldest message, it read: I’m right here beside you, you know? You don’t need to text! :)
I tried to think back again, but I’m drawing blanks. I still had no idea who the fuck this was. I moved on to the next one.
That’s a secret. Don’t tell anyone.
Well, this person doesn’t have to worry about that. I scrolled to the next one.
Hahaha You’re drunk! :P Thanks for tonight, really. I’ve been feeling down lately and you’re just the upper I needed. Thank you :) It was a pleasure meeting you and I hope we can be good friends. I’m looking forward to this Wednesday :) Good night!
I still had no idea who this was.
“Hey, uh, was I with someone last night?” I asked Vince. I scrolled to the next message, but I didn’t read it immediately.
Vince looked at me as if he just saw a person eat his own head.
“Are you kidding?” He asked.
“No, I really don’t remember,” I said, feeling weird. “What happened?”
“You seriously don’t remember?” He said. He was now sporting this look of mixed surprise and amusement. “Yeah, you were with someone.”
“Who?”
“Wow, you were that drunk, huh? We met a couple of Trina’s friends last night. Remember? Trina dragged us to the second floor to introduce us to people? Remember?”
“Not really, but go on.”
“Well, it was a packed party, and there was barely enough seats in there, but there was this booth near the far windows where these 2 girls sat. Still nothing?”
I think I remember seeing that big glass window because it had a clear view of the parking lot and I’m pretty sure I pointed my car out at some point that night. I can hardly remember the girls.
“Uh, kinda. What else?”
“Well, one girl wore a black dress, the other one wore a red tube top,” he said slowly. He was looking at me as if waiting for a reaction, but I still had no idea what happened.
“Uhuh,” I said.
“Okay, do you remember what we talked about before going in the party?”
“Uh, no. Help me out here.”
“I winged you last time, didn’t I?”
“Oh, right. It was your turn last night. I said something about last night being your night and I’ll be your wingman even if I have to…” I trailed off.
Vince’s eyes widened together with his smile. I think this was the reaction he was waiting for.
I closed my eyes, took off my glasses and rubbed my temples as I shook my head slowly. It was all rushing back to me now. The girls, the drinks, the games, the dialogues, the dances, the lies, the…
I snapped my head back up and stared at him wide eyed.
“Holy mother of,” I whispered.
“Oh yeah, there it is,” Vince said. It was obvious that he couldn’t contain his amusement; his smile occupied half of his face. “It’s all coming back to you now, huh? I’m sure that mother hen left her mark.”
I remembered the 4th unread message in my phone. I picked my phone up, almost dropping it because of my shaky hands. I turned it face up to read the message.
Oh, and by the way, I think you’re a great kisser, too.
“Motherfucker,” I said.
Her name was Paz.