Unusual Breakfast

Monday August 24, 2009 16:51   |   1,802 views


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Here we are again. In the usual corner. Usual table. Usual diner. Usual time. And most probably, usual meal. I’m getting tired of this really. Everything’s a routine. And for what it’s worth, you’re the only same old thing that I’m not tired of. But I’m tired of this. Having the same food for breakfast before we go to work.

“What are we really?” I speak first.

You give me a puzzled look.

I speak again. “You said we’re friends. But the things we do — the things I do with you — the thing’s I’ve done FOR you — and the things I’m so willing to do. They are things I don’t usually do with or for my friends.”

You reach for the menu and browse through it like you’re not hearing a thing.

“And the things you’ve done. They are things no other friend has done for me…. Are we really friends? Is that all we have? Friendship?”

You refuse to talk. You just sit there.

Just friendship? That’s all we have?”

But I seem to be talking with myself. You give no decent reaction to the question I’ve long wanted to ask you. The question I think I’m wasting all my energy asking.

Disappointed, I release a deep sigh. You continue to pretend trying hard to decide what to have for breakfast when we both know you’ll be having the same old thing. You’re just avoiding the topic. So I just let go of it and try not to spoil this morning like it hasn’t been yet.

I change the topic. “You ready to order?”

“Sure. I’m starving.” Finally, your first words for today. It’s so clear how much you hate talking about that topic. Talking about us.

I call on the waitress, the one who’s always served us our meal. In fact, she knows our name and we chat when she’s not busy. We are regular customers. She approaches our table.

“What are you two having?” Her tone sounds like she never really has to ask for she knows exactly what food we are gonna order.

You put down the menu, look at the waitress, smile, then turn to me. And say, “Something more than friendship.”

(I swear I heard the waitress say “I know, ‘right.”)

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36 Comments »


FICTION my ass! :P




yoshke

oh andre, shaddap.




jake

nice one :) im a fan…. silent fan :) hope to meet you :)



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ayn

hey…constructive criticism lang. but i think it will work better if you write it in present tense. especially since you start the first paragraph in present tense. tapos biglang nag-shift ka to past tense. la lang, medyo awkward when you listen to it. peace! hehe.




Actually, it’s originally present tense. Then I changed it to past but not completely. ehehehe. I’ll change it. Now. Haha.



 
 

Leo

haha… may critique!

uy ES… thanks ah. :D




uhm, thanks for?



 
 

oh how sweet..
good write man. keep it up.



 

Chriscole

Hey, nice one. Is this really fiction? Doesnt look like one. He,He.. Really sweet. D’best ka talaga! :)




yep! fiction. pero sana mangyare saken. hehehe. more like wishful thinking. ganun.

kaya lang mukhang never na mangyayare.



 
 

Oh, this is pretty good. Nice little short story!

It’s nice to come across a blog and read something really creative.




thanks mari. you just made me feel good. hehehe



 
 

very good writing. Even though it’s short, it’s really good!

chasingcars



 

ChIno

shit…nainlove ako bigla…!!!



 

carrie

kinilig lang ako!




hello. LUNCH ulet tayo!!!



 
 

Hey man! Ayos! Just dropping by.



 

Thats a really nice and sweet short story..
You have pure talent keep it up!



 
 

Wrote it so good, I doubt it’s only fiction. But very well written, keep up the good writing, real or fiction.




thanks. but it’s fiction.



 
 

Fiction yoshke? :) I guess your readers share the same sentiments about this work being not so *fictional. Hehehe

But this I have to say: this entry is SOOOOO beautiful. i rarely read entries about fiction (or so you say), but this one definitely caught my attention. so beautifully written i hope you could make moooreee. love love love it. :)

superbly done, kudos yoshke!!!




haaay ruff. this is really fiction. but i wish it werent. hehehehe



 
 

kakagutom naman niyan. ako rin gutom sa friendship ngayon.




hala. bakit naman?



 
 

bob

Ows? Fiction talaga yan? Hahaha. Ang sarap sigurong mainlove fictionally kung ganyan.



 
 

anjitoma

wow people here are really inlove with the idea of love..




well, yeah. ako, hopeless romantic. in love with love. ugh



 
 

dust

is this really fiction? well it is a very good one. haha! in love with the idea of love. *sigh*



 

nice. really nice.



 
 

phroztine

Great one! Been reading your blog for quite sometime but this my first time to drop a comment. Hopeless romantic. In love with love, great great! I think your fiction is my real story but that story has ended so early that I didn’t even get to noticed. I just woke up one day and realized, that the hopeless romantic “man in my life” has gone. Sad story. But I missed him terribly.



 

Anna

ur stories are really good…especially this one…kakakilig…that;s what i want, too…definitely something more than friendship…



 

Mon

“Something more than friendship.”

hmmm.. sounds yummy! hahaha



 

Lanie

Cuteness!! =) more.. moreeee…



 
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