FRIDAY NIGHT (February 6)
Sa MRT Ayala Station. While waiting for TP Winwin who was at a reloading station, we couldn’t decide where to go and what to do…
Yoshke: O ano nang kyeme natin?
Andre: Depende nga sayo kung kekyeme tayo. Eh di ba nga may kyeme kang hinihintay?
Yoshke: OK lang naman sa akin kahit ano.
Andre: So kekyeme nga tayo? Kasi kung hindi tayo kekyeme, uuwi na ko. Dito lang naman sakayan ko.
Yoshke: Gusto mo bang kumyeme?
Andre: Gusto kong kumyeme kasi ayoko pang umuwi. Eh ikaw nga? Anong kyeme mo?
Yoshke: May kyeme lang ako. Kung kekyeme tayo, san tayo kekyeme? Eh yun lang naman ang kyeme ko.
Andre: Sa Sidebar nga tayo kekyeme.
Yoshke: Sige, kyeme na tayo.
Akalain mong nagkaintindihan kami nun!
SATURDAY MORNING (January 31)
Andre went up to my room. He just woke up. I’d been listening to Kelly Clarkson for almost an hour already when he came in.
Andre: I gargled with Astring-O-Sol. I poured the liquid to the cap up to the brim and gargled.
Yoshke: Full cap? Up to the brim? It’s Astring-O-Sol CONCENTRATED! You’re supposed to mix it with water!
Andre: I know. I found out the moment I put it in my mouth. I can’t feel my mouth right now.
Yoshke: Wahaha. Next time, sabi nga ni Dyan Castillejo sa NIDO commercial, it pays to check the label!
Andre: I DID check the label! Eh malay ko bang seryoso pala sya.
Hala. So may labels na nagjo-joke lang?
SATURDAY NIGHT (January 31)
My housemate Glenn emerged from his room about to go out. Andre and I were at the living area.
Yoshke: Glenn, you having dinner?
Yoshke: I’m going with you. I wanna have dinner now.
Andre: Look at you, you’re so selfish. I thought we’re friends! You didn’t even consider me. I’m hungry, too, you know.
Yoshke: I did consider you.
Andre: You said “I’m going with you.”
Yoshke: Well, yeah… but I meant the two of us.
Andre: How? You said “I’m going with you…” I, I… Singular pronoun!
Yoshke: I meant the two of us coz… *isip ng palusot* Coz… Coz… Coz you’re already a part of me.
SUNDAY MORNING (February 1)
Andre felt bad when my friend and housemate Frances left to check on her cats. Frances has new future-siopao cats but since another housemate Dane and I are allergic to fur, every furry creature that walks through our door gets thrown out the window. We’re on fourth floor. In other words, no cats allowed inside the apartment.
Anyways, so Andre was feeling abandoned by Frances. That afternoon, we got to talk about it.
Andre: Where is Frances now?
Yoshke: She said she’s taking care of her cat somewhere.
Andre: I feel betrayed! BETRAAAYED! She dumped me for her “pest.”Β (pause) I meant “pets.”
I threw him a Mark-of-Ugly-Betty look.
Andre: What? I’M DYSLEXIC!!!