Being 140

I should have written this when I was on my ride from my old town to dipolog.I should have started writing this when I was on my float rushing to go back to cebu.I should have wrote something when I was 32000 feet above the ground with the pressure change bending my eardrums thin.But no I did not.The classic procastrinator kicked in me.Look at the bright side:I had a few more opening lines scribbled down tonight.Hehe.

Several weeks ago I had this untimely chance to weigh myself in a scale which told me a horrible fact: I have made it to the 140 lbs mark. Something to see as a sign of progress eh? Or something to be alarmed of? I took the latter and it made prozac a necessity.

Since that evening, a lot of things passed through all in connivance to lose an inch or two from my waistline. Spending two weeks in dipolog for work did not do anything positive weight-wise; the abundance and quality of food during my stay only accelerated my gain.Hehe.

In my solitude in the so called orchid city a couple of phone calls startled my sense of childish awe.It was a wednesday or a thursday early morning when my dear friend james called in.How I wish I was there to support you man in those times of uncertainty.Damn geography!

Later that night,an unknown phone call came in and the caller's opening line was "John, kaila ka kinsa ni?".It was my freakin friend Niño whom I thought we have lost to the sino civilisation for good.

Two calls from people a thousand leauges far, one started my day and the other hummed me to sleep laughing. A beautiful coincidence.

Speaking of phone calls, one came in that alarmed me mad.You know who you are. You should have never punched that glass! Look at those stitches around your hand! A cellphone is justifiable to stomp on when your being unfair but endure such physical trauma all due to swine? Its funny that your most serious injury happened when I was not around when all we are thinking is that we are the worst and best thing that happened to each other.

Maybe that is our strongest denominator:the masochist deep within.I love you.

September 8.Late at night I was reminded it was my brother's birthday.I spoke with him.He happened to be in Manila.We met there last weekend.Drank some beer.Spoke about terrible things.You should have told me brother.I am damn guilty in the convenience I was wallowing in when you were barely making ends meet.Such terrible transition! I could have done something,something at the least.You failed me in this juncture.

Six degrees of separation: I was having my short-noticed physical exam in Makati Med last Friday to donate blood for our company president's ill father.When the doctor read I'm from Cebu and asked me if I'm from Sacred Heart I instinctively asked back "you know Larry?"

Now I'm back home and resuming my routine in convincing myself and the public that the yellow pages is a marketplace developer.I haven't lost weight methinks.Maybe I'll get myself into yoga or try the gym once more (and try harder to make it work).
Wishful thinking.

I got a suave haircut though.