It’s Friday the thirteenth, thirty-five past eleven in the evening and I just can’t sleep. Unluckily, I couldn't connect to the internet because the phone line is not connected to the PC. But am happy now that the PC is already inside my room, I can use it anytime I like even in the wee hours of the night ‘til dawn. Well I think I’ll miss another bonding session with my college friends tomorrow. We’re supposed to spend a day and night together somewhere in Pasig, but I recall that I am supposed to attend a wedding in the afternoon. Poor me, I haven’t told my friend yet about it, but I guess my friend will be mad at me (argh!).
This morning, I woke up with a text message from M, greeting me good morning and take care. Ha ha…what a day! Since it’s a holiday, I spent more time lying in my bed, thinking about my college days with M. Well, he’s a perfect subject for the song “muntik na kitang minahal.” Corny as it may seem, but it’s true. I guess M would laugh if he reads this blog! Was it my fault that I didn’t get what he meant, or was it his fault that he never told me exactly what he meant? I don’t know, maybe it no longer matters now. We never really had the chance to talk seriously, and Jhoei told me that it's quite impossible for that to happen because I always turn him down; she would then recite a rundown of all those times which she said might have caused M to think that I practically hate him: like pretending not to see or hear anything and look annoyed when he makes pa-cute, and the nights when I snubbed him and walked away when he volunteered to escort me home after our late night practice for our play in Literature.
I never really hated M, truth is I find him cute, has a great sense of humor, talented and smart. Smoker nga lang siya, and at times sobrang weird at makulit pero okay lang, cute naman ang dating. One more thing that I liked about M was the way he touch my hair (eh, weakness ko yata yun?!) -- well, it used to be long until one day, I had it cut veeeeery short. (But now am thinking, hindi kaya type lang ni M na I-relax and hair ko o kaya lagyan ng highlights!?—shocks, kainis!). M used to call me his princess (he he he…and he’s my mother, the queen—huhuhu, bading!?), and tell me that he’s getting good grades because am his inspiration (blush...blush...). Several times, he called me at home during the summer break, but we never really talked simply because he can’t say anything (arrrrrgh, make up your mind please, boy ka ba or girl?!), and I can’t stay long in the phone with my Mama knowing that I am talking with a guy (it used to be bawal raw eh—he he he…).
M has left me with lots of memories na hindi ko na lang ilalagay sa blog, long story pa rin kung paano kami naging magka-text ngayon, but his Dad gave me his mobile phone number. Hindi nga lang kami mag-kita kasi he used to work in Davao, then he was assigned to Olonggapo almost two weeks before I went to Davao. I still don’t know if I really like to see him again, simply because I’m afraid na baka mas maganda pa siya sa’kin! (ngyek, ngyek, ngyek…joke!). So much about M, baka sabunutan na niya ako pag nakita niya ang blog ko. Incidentally, it’s Daddy Nubbin’s birthday today so I sent him my greetings through text. He’s nice as he’s always been, he replied with thanks. Uh well, at least I know that he appreciated my greeting, hindi yun wala lang, kaharap mo na nga eh di ka pa papansinin (duh!). Last night, I talked with D over the phone and I found out that the owner of the number that registered in my mobile phone’s missed call list on the 27th last month is no other than *****. I guess that guy is a good subject for a case study. Gotta sleep now, am sleepy already. (yawn…yawn…) | 12:52 a.m.
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