kdc,
It’s night time- bed time again. I could imagine a man now sleeping like a baby. I don’t have that kind of sleep anymore I don’tknow why. They say it’s a sign of aging. If that’s the case, growing old really is a sad and bitter story. I was just thinking about that two days ago that I’m now 29 and soon I’ll be 39..49..so on and god knows when the clock will stop ticking for me. Could be earlier than i expect or hope for.
I went to a friend today in UP Village, one of my favorite places in the city. Lunch time when i got there and was thinking he made lunch since he’s expecting company but he was still in boxers (that’s his normal sleeping and pambahay outfit so I wasn’t surprised) and he smelled like he just got out from bed. He’s one of my oldest and closest friends since highschool. You know how old and good friends are. Seen pretty much the worst of them yet you still like hanging out with their company.
He decided that lunch will be on him since I just wouldn’t stop nagging about ‘why he didn’t cook’( a grumbling stomach gets the better of me sometimes but also that’s my way of making him pay) *BIG SMILE*
So across the street a spitting distance from his house is where the best all-protein-and-FREE-CHOLESTEROL-diet you can find in the area, that’s Grill Queen. I’m sure you’re still familiar with it. In there I had skewered tokwa and 3 pork bbq’s. Yum.
All thru lunch and back in his house, just like always he went on and on about his love life and he made me listen to his guitar compositions and asked me how he’s improved but just like always i never lied. Still told him he suck and should give it up for writing because i know he’s a better writer than a musician. I see him once in a while, whenever i feel so stressed or just when miss I his physical presence. It’s nice to just hang-out. Endless kwentos,cups of coffee,cigarettes(I’m a second hand smoker since last year), a lot of goofing and laughing hard. We just couldn’t stop even if it’s already painful in the facial muscle and in the stomach to laugh, it’s so happy it’s intoxicating.
Dinner was by Grill Queen again this time it was a take -out. Not long after that I went home and he went drinking with his other friends. He asked if i wanted to join but I didn’t have the mood for an alchohol spree not even for a one-for-the-road. That’s the end of my Tuesday.
Again I’m having trouble with sleeping. So I got up, checked my email, now writing email.
This by far is the lengthiest email I made in my whole 29 years of existence.haha. For a very lazy person like me it’s a feat I must say. The other hugger and I used to exchange emails too about the same time you’re exchanging emails with HER. But the other hugger complained that I write as if its a telegram.
You’ve mentioned hearing my voice. I have a thing for voices too. Not the singing voice but the speaking voice of either a man, woman, or child specially if it has passed thru a device..haha i dont know how to describe it. So now i wonder what would your voice sound like? And what feelings it will bring when I finally hear it.(smile)
Did you find a match about functional poems? I was kidding when i said it. Its something made up. I’d be surprised if there’ll be any accurate return for that query. Now I’m begining to realize that we share a lot of things in common than i could imagine. I tried to learn how to play drums but failed in that one, guitar, a little bit but my finger ruined it for me and oh I shouldn’t forget that I played a bandurria when I was in fourth grade, just played with it never really learned how to play it. haha
Books, Im not voracious unlike some people I know. I’m finishing this book by Ursula K. Le Guin. The title is ‘Dispossed’. Got plenty of dog ears in it too since i had to put it down so many times but I’m recommending it.
I’m punching the keys like a mad man if i don’t stop I doubt if I’ll ever get that sleep back again. So goodnight and sweetdreams to both of us.
-me
