where art thou?

I was burning with fever and my eyes felt so hot, I could hardly open them. But I wanted to keep the TV in my room on.

Though I could only lift my lids a little, I’m perfectly sure whom I saw on TV. It was your dad. He was interviewed regarding his issues with the government.

Then I remembered how I thought of you a couple of times for the past months. At some point, I find it weird.

When my father bought a new guitar, I remembered you. When you and I and the rest of the group went to Rizal, Laguna a couple off years ago, we sat together on the shuttle and you just kept playing. You said you’d stop playing if I don’t sing. So I sang. Can’t believe I did.

When I was cleaning the keyboard last week, you just suddenly popped in my head. You’re the one who made me want to learn how to play it. Err… I guess, I’m just not really meant to learn it. Or maybe, I never really tried.

Remember when we went to Baguio? I wasn’t supposed to come. But you said I have to. So I did. You made me do certain things I’ve hesitated to do and you made a lot of things clear for me when I had so many questions in my head.

And I thought of those Saturdays when you fetch me home kinda late than usual and my parents didn’t mind. And I used to feel a little hesitant about it ‘coz your house is only a couple of meters away from where we used to hang out but you ALWAYS offer to bring me home. I would always ask what you want when we reach my place. To stop me from being “makulit”, you’d always say, “water will be fine”.

Last month, I saw this girl in church. You used to tell me so many things about her. About your feelings, about how complicated things are between you and her. I also saw her good actress-mom on TV. I just forgot when. So I remembered you again.

I don’t know what happened. You just disappeared. And now, I’m looking at your dad on TV. Now I wonder how you are, how’s your sister and you r mom.

I don’t know how to contact you. I don’t know if you changed your numbers. So if you’re reading this blog, please, call me or send me an email. Please.

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I had lunch at Pancake House. When I paid for my bill, I asked the lady who gave me the receipt that I’d like to order Bananasplit ice cream for take-out. She said they don’t do ice creams for take-out. So I begged her but still she said no. my friend told her, “pagbigyan nyo na po siya kasi may sakit siya. nagkre-crave. hehehe” She replied, “ma’am wala po kaming lalagyan. Sa foil lang po namin yun malalagay tapos sa box”. And I smiled and said, “ok lang. basta gusto ko yun”. So I had it! Bananasplit for take out. Yummy! Choco, vanilla, strawberry, etc. mmmm….! So what if my temperature is 37.9 degrees. I’m happy and I’m eating ice cream!