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Awkward

Posted on October 28, 2008 by Yoshke in Conversations, Humor, Love |

THE MAN IN THE OFFICE RESTROOM

Last Thursday, I entered the washroom but the two urinals were already taken so I figured I’d just use a cubicle. As I was walking towards the stalls, I accidentally knocked over a Starbucks tumbler sitting on the sink. It didn’t hit the floor but it made a loud noise still. One of the guys at the urinals turned to my direction.

OMG. OMG. OMG.

It was the cute guy I always see in the same restroom almost every day. I had told my officemate about him a number of times. There was a guy that for some strange reason, whenever I enter the men’s room, he’s always there. Coincidence. And my colleague would ask if he was cute and I would just smile.

Anyway, that tumbler, apparently, belonged to the cute guy. He gave me a strange look it made me so uneasy. And I muttered “Err, sorry.“

He would not look away, throwing me that, uhm, sexy (hihi) look. So I said again, “Uhm, sorry….“

He said it was OK. I handed him his tumbler and went into the cube. But before I could shut the door, he was able to half-enter the cube and said, “Hey, where’s your office?“

WTF?! Haha. I had never felt my bladder swell that way. “I’m sorry?” was my confused answer. I wasn’t sure I heard it right.

“Where’s your office? Where dya work?“

“703,” I replied.

He said something else but I knew that if I continued talking with him, I might be hurting someone I didn’t wanna lose. Besides, I really, really, REALLY gotta pee.

Before he could finish introducing himself and say his next interrogative sentence, I slammed the door on him. Well, not really “slammed.” Just closed it…. Fine! I slammed it. A little.

I haven’t seem him again since then. Maybe later. Haha. Kidding.

THE MAN ON THE TRAIN

A text conversation with Andre, one of my dearest friends, while I was embracing the almost innocuous discomfort that comes with the great sea of humanity on the MRT.

Yoshke: Hey Andre, you have plans for tonight? Let’s have dinner! Makati?
Andre: Oh, I’m meeting a friend here sa South. Sowee.
Yoshke: It’s alright. I texted Dane rin naman. We’ll have dinner together na lang.
Andre: Dane?! I’m losing track of your boys, Yoshke! Haha.
Yoshke: Dane. My housemate. You’ve met HER.
Andre: Aaaah. Akala ko another guy na naman.
Yoshke: Andre, right now, R%^# is the only guy I know, K?
Andre: Aaaw. Taraaay. I lovet!
Yoshke: Iba kasi ako magmahal no. Joke! Haha.
Andre: Pano? Carino brutal? Haha.
Yoshke: Why do I have this feeling that this conversation will lead to S&M (sadomasochism)?
Andre: Because you’re horny!
Yoshke: OMG, Andre! Yung katapat ko dito sa train is sooo hot. And siksikan sa train. His arm is on my chest. My face, almost on his shoulder.
Andre: OMG! Maputi? (Andre loves men with fair complexion.)
Yoshke: Kakulay ko.
Andre: OMG! Wetness.
Yoshke: Haha. And his chin and jaws are carpeted with uhm facial hair. Yeeeh. Kaso hindi sya mabango, ‘dre.
Andre: OK lang yan. At least, hindi sya mabaho!

And then I realised… Whatever happened to “R$%$ is the only guy I know”? Hahaha.

But seriously, R&^#W% is the only guy I know. I have banished everyone else out of my head.

THE MAN AT THE CAFE

“Why me?“

You said in a serious tone. And there I was thinking, nothing could be more awkward than our current set up. We were at the corner table at the Coffee Bean in Gateway. My chair was taller than yours and it was kinda irking me.

“Why me?“

If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were fishing. But you’re not that kind. You don’t fish.

All I could say was a groundbreaking “I dunno.” I took another sip of my Guava whatever juice.

“Seriously. Back in Ateneo, there were other guys there and they were goodlooking. Why me?“

I began searching for an answer and I thought I knew where to look. I looked at your eyes, no, not your eyes. Your eyes aren’t the reason, I thought. Your hair, no, not your hair. Not your smile, either. Not the way you move nor the way you talk. I couldn’t find the answer so I just uttered a number of I-dunno‘s with uhms and errs in between.

I added, “But when I first saw you at that gathering in Ateneo, I told myself I gotta have you. I just knew right then that I wanted you. I dunno why and it doesn’t matter.“

You didn’t say anything.

I wonder if I could ever give you an answer that would suffice. Or any answer at all. I doubt it.

Because sometimes, it’s the things that we don’t know that keep us going — the future, Heaven, God. The Uncertain is the foundation of faith. And I have faith in myself that I will do anything to not lose you. Even though I can’t give you a reason.

I will never flirt with that cute guy in the office restroom. Or with any hot guy on the train. You never asked me to do this. But I want to. I want you, only you. And please don’t ask me why.

I just know.

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Heart Check-up

Posted on July 8, 2007 by Yoshke in Friends, Love |

Status: In Pain
Music: Look After You – The Fray

I just received the most ridiculous text message from Frances:

“Sudden realisation. I think you’re in love with Astrid. I don’t know, it just entered my mind.”

What the..?! Where did this come from?! Asta is an incredibly good friend. Yes, she’s very special to me, considering the ups-and-downs that we’ve been through. We’ve experienced the worst in our friendship. We hated each other so much, and now, we’re good friends. We’re close, but nowhere close to having a romantic relationship. Really.

Anyways, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the condition of my heart lately. And I realised something:

The truth is: B1* is the reason I smile everyday. But B2* is still the reason I cry at night. Damn.

Considering that it’s been more than a year since B2 hurt me, I just can’t get over it. I want to be angry at him but he’s too cute to be mad at. Gawd, I hate myself. I hate what happened. And until now, I still haven’t forgiven him, myself, and the other guy. But it pains me that they seem to have moved on, and now, I’m the only one left in pain. It’s just… painful. And sad. Good thing B1 is here. Obicham Te, B1.

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Wait ‘Til We Take Our Shirts Off*

Posted on July 3, 2007 by Yoshke in Friends, University |

Status: Proud Cineaste
Music: Broken Wing - Martina McBride

“Wala namang taong bobo eh. Tanga lang.”

That was one of the many quotable quotes that Kacey mumbled this evening as we gorge on some Kenny Rogers Chicken. Kacey, albeit the recent hardships in life, was still the funniest thing ever. Hehe. It was my first time to really bond with Kacey, Misha, Apol, Monique, Peter, Andre, Nestor, and Maj in months. And I was so happy, we were able to talk about the future plans and current issues of our organisation, the UP Cineastes’ Studio. And oh, our website is up! Check it out!

The organisation had just had its Applicants’ Orientation this afternoon/evening. I was very glad that there were so many aspiring members this semester. Good job, guys! I’m very, very proud of you. And to the applicants, good luck! Wag kayo mag-defer ha. Hindi kayo magsisisi. I swear.

While talking about some annoying guy (neither a member nor an applicant; something else). Hehehe.
Kacey: Sino dun? Sino dun?
Someone: Yung panget! Yung panget!
Kacey: Kumusta naman yung description na panget! Napaka-subjective.
Yoshke: Hindi a. May mga universal panget. Siya, universal panget sya.

It’s funny how I always declare my ‘detachment’ from any of my college organisations** (UP Cineastes’ Studio, UP Broadcasters’ Guild, UP Cinema) now that I’m already a graduate, when I always participate in and visit their events, and sometimes help them out with anything or offer any assistance. My orgs, like Cineastes, have a special place in my heart and I don’t think that would change. EVER.

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First Impressions

Posted on December 7, 2006 by Yoshke in Friends |

Status: Can’t get enough of Keane!
Music: Somewhere Only We Know – Keane

My entry for today actually has nothing to do with the picture on the left. I just promised Dohna (that crazy-looking woman in the pic) that I would upload it on my blog so here goes her pic. It was taken at the Cinemanila Young Cinema whatever that was held in Glorietta some time last month. Unfortunately, Dohna and Glenn (that i-don’t-know-how-to-describe-him-properly guy in the pic) didn’t win. “One-Man Show,” their college thesis, lost to a lengthy Landbank promotional material…. Oh! That was a FILM?!? Seeeeesh, alright, they lost to a lengthy film.

Dohna is one of the closest friends I got right now. One reason is proximity. We live in the same area… well, not really, but I know you get the point. And it makes sense. I’m geographically close to her. And whenever I feel bored and have nothing to do, I would just text her to meet up with me and she would just appear from a puff of smoke. Yeah, like magic.

As a matter of fact, Dohna, Astrid and I had dinner together last night. Our topic of discussion was pretty interesting: first impressions. It all started when I admitted to Astrid that my first impression of her was not really good. It’s not good at all that I won’t even mention it here. And then we reminisced and thought of the first impressions we had of our college friends. Here are my first impressions of some of my friends:

  • Pam – The first time I met her, she was wearing a batik-designed skirt and a brown top. And I think she was also wearing earrings made of wood. So I thought she was a member of UP Kontra-Gapi.
  • Jerwin – err… well… gay.
  • Nep – one noisy why-can’t-he-keep-his-mouth-shut guy. The day I met him (the first day of our CWTS class) he just kept on talking the whole day.
  • Ayn – first day of our Film 104 (Genre) class. She was sitting beside me and Mimay. They were already friends back then and they were singing broadway songs like they were not in a classroom. It was like, “The last time I checked, I enrolled in a Film class.” Later, they decided that they would do a report on musicals.
  • Icang - friendly, pretty, and lovable. Very Icang.
  • Irene - female version of Nep.
  • Joyce – another, and worse, female version of Nep.
  • Yosha – girlfriend material.
  • KZ – This was running through my head when I met her, “Yikes! I need to get out of this room fast! She’s a BIG Britney Spears fan!” — cos I was (and still am) a HUGE Christina Aguilera fan.
  • Tonet – Oh.
  • Leo – One funny character. Film 112 days, My seat was just opposite his, and he would do hilarious stuff like speaking in Spanish as if he really knew the language, and singing modern songs the Kundiman way.
  • Andre – the quiet, timid type. Obviously, I was wrong. Absolutely wrong. I’d never been that wrong in my entire life.
  • Glenn – “Uhm, kuya, doon po ang Fine Arts.”
  • Bebs – “Never will he be my friend. He is soooo gay. And he is soooo intellectually and toxically loaded.” Wow, Bebs, libre mo ‘ko pag nabasa mo ‘to.
  • Tez – Leo and Irene combined + ka-weirduhan.
  • Deane – Ponkan na ponkan!

So there. Some of them turned out to be accurate. Some were just plain wrong. Most changed over time. But I’m sooo glad that once in my life, I met them regardless of my initial impressions of them.

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