everyone's leaving everytime..
some of my relatives are on their way back to the US tonight. the apartment will be slightly quieter now that they're gone, but the riot everyone's presence induced will be missed.
uncle ivan, my great aunt's husband who's the nicest redneck i've met, has been badgering me this whole week. when i get home in the afternoon, he'd ask, "so did you find a job today?" (actually, all the older people at home take turns asking me that) and when he'd catch me stuffing my face with food, he'd say, "if you don't stop eating, the boys will stop looking at you." to which i'd reply, "i know! i'm trying to watch it, really!!!" he looks as if he doesn't believe me. nothing like relatives to set-off eating disorders.
he bid me goodbye with a bearhug that made me go "oof!" (hehe, cartoonish ito) and said, "i'll see you soon, okay?" they want me to be in california this year. with them, preferably. palm springs. senior citizen country. my dad's wondering if we'll ever see uncle ivan again. we think he's in his late 60s to early 70s. funnily enough, my dad complains more of back-aches than he does.
* * *
i left a demi-god in boracay this tuesday.
someone i'm assuming to be british-indian with a lean and toned body, smooth and deeply-tanned skin, short cropped hair, around 5'10, wearing board shorts skimming his ass and pelvic bones and owning a deep voice and charming Welsh accent. whenever he pauses in front of where i was sunbathing, i cannot help but stare. unforgivingly ogle the poor guy as he talks about scuba diving and horse-back riding. it came to a point that i was taking a nap and i woke up when i heard his voice.
OA ampotah.
fortunately, he was staying at the same resort we were in. but unfortunately, he was always surrounded by this gaggle of huge women who were always throwing nasty looks. protective of their demi-god too, i see. so i never had the nerve to go up to him. simply gazing was fine. and i was in lust for a good 24 hours.
when we were about to leave, though, i told esay, "wish ko lang, makita ko ang diyos ko bago tayo lumayas." whatever. but lo and behold, while having lunch, i almost choked on my pork schnitzel when i saw him and the women going to where we were.
"there is a God!" i delightfully exclaim.
and then.. he left the women and walked toward the opposite direction. he was alone. unassuming. and i just kept staring, staring, staring.. until he was too far away to reach without breaking into a mad 50-meter dash. i knew that it was my chance.
i continued eating the goddamn schnitzels. the french fries that came along with them no longer appealed to me. i just finished my banana shake. i felt like chain-smoking for the 25th time that day. i watched the demi-god walk away.
i will probably never see him again for the rest of my life and i can't even bring myself to say a single word to him. i had nothing to lose. i am so pathetic. with all i say about seizing the day, i let that day slip through my fingers.
eeschoopeed.
now there's a regret.
* * *
i finally had my exit interview in my now-former company. some closure. at magpaka-senti ba, lumakad lakad sa opisina, puntahan ang locker, silipin ang rec room, sumulat sa team logbook.. ay potah, tigilan na. tapos na. it was saddening to surrender my ID, though, all the while, stripping off the team name's sticker from it before handing it to the HR jackass seated in front of me.
it was almost sunset when i left the building. my skin was glowing, there was a good breeze going on and i didn't feel tied down. NOW i can sleep.
uncle ivan, my great aunt's husband who's the nicest redneck i've met, has been badgering me this whole week. when i get home in the afternoon, he'd ask, "so did you find a job today?" (actually, all the older people at home take turns asking me that) and when he'd catch me stuffing my face with food, he'd say, "if you don't stop eating, the boys will stop looking at you." to which i'd reply, "i know! i'm trying to watch it, really!!!" he looks as if he doesn't believe me. nothing like relatives to set-off eating disorders.
he bid me goodbye with a bearhug that made me go "oof!" (hehe, cartoonish ito) and said, "i'll see you soon, okay?" they want me to be in california this year. with them, preferably. palm springs. senior citizen country. my dad's wondering if we'll ever see uncle ivan again. we think he's in his late 60s to early 70s. funnily enough, my dad complains more of back-aches than he does.
* * *
i left a demi-god in boracay this tuesday.
someone i'm assuming to be british-indian with a lean and toned body, smooth and deeply-tanned skin, short cropped hair, around 5'10, wearing board shorts skimming his ass and pelvic bones and owning a deep voice and charming Welsh accent. whenever he pauses in front of where i was sunbathing, i cannot help but stare. unforgivingly ogle the poor guy as he talks about scuba diving and horse-back riding. it came to a point that i was taking a nap and i woke up when i heard his voice.
OA ampotah.
fortunately, he was staying at the same resort we were in. but unfortunately, he was always surrounded by this gaggle of huge women who were always throwing nasty looks. protective of their demi-god too, i see. so i never had the nerve to go up to him. simply gazing was fine. and i was in lust for a good 24 hours.
when we were about to leave, though, i told esay, "wish ko lang, makita ko ang diyos ko bago tayo lumayas." whatever. but lo and behold, while having lunch, i almost choked on my pork schnitzel when i saw him and the women going to where we were.
"there is a God!" i delightfully exclaim.
and then.. he left the women and walked toward the opposite direction. he was alone. unassuming. and i just kept staring, staring, staring.. until he was too far away to reach without breaking into a mad 50-meter dash. i knew that it was my chance.
i continued eating the goddamn schnitzels. the french fries that came along with them no longer appealed to me. i just finished my banana shake. i felt like chain-smoking for the 25th time that day. i watched the demi-god walk away.
i will probably never see him again for the rest of my life and i can't even bring myself to say a single word to him. i had nothing to lose. i am so pathetic. with all i say about seizing the day, i let that day slip through my fingers.
eeschoopeed.
now there's a regret.
* * *
i finally had my exit interview in my now-former company. some closure. at magpaka-senti ba, lumakad lakad sa opisina, puntahan ang locker, silipin ang rec room, sumulat sa team logbook.. ay potah, tigilan na. tapos na. it was saddening to surrender my ID, though, all the while, stripping off the team name's sticker from it before handing it to the HR jackass seated in front of me.
it was almost sunset when i left the building. my skin was glowing, there was a good breeze going on and i didn't feel tied down. NOW i can sleep.