dreamy weekends

before anything else, i would like to give my utmost praises to gelo….yesss! thanks to him i was able to get hold of my sanity before it could slide down the floor. his tip on how i could fix my fucked-up lay-out is miraculous! i know, i overreacted last time…but what the heck…this is my life!

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i always take the 20-minute ride from my house to the office as my own personal peace-time..especially when i travel at night on my graveyard shifts. i just stare at the window and watch houses and pine trees breeze by and slowly my mind drifts back to what’s happened, what’s happening and what could happen. last night, as the taxi i rode to is extremely and painstakingly slow, i got the chance to organize my thoughts. so much has happened in a span of 2 days that i found myself racing to catch them all and line them up in my mind. 

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saturday and sunday was my off. i was screaming in my head. 2-day off! after 5 months! that’s screamable. and geebee loved it. saturday morning was my mom’s appointment with her doctor. was able to get back home earlier than expected (around 10am) so we (me and geebe) had lots of time for pillow fights and tickle-race which meant we did nothing but run around our apartment for the rest of the morning. we came back to our senses at around 1pm when we geared up and decided to go downtown for a weekly dose of SM. at this point, im trying soooo hard to remember what was it that we did last saturday that had me laughing in the middle of a crowded mall. i forgot. that’s not so me. anyway, it was a particularly good saturday. its my friend’s daughter’s 3rd birthday the next day so i had to look for a birthday gift. i don’t want to give away toys which she would eventually just stare at compared as to what her tita from the states probably sent for her. and no, im not thinking of giving her any clothes since i haven’t seen the little girl in a year so you get the idea. we both settled for a good children’s book (typical me) so we headed for the very national bookstore and elbowed a kadillion kids in the children’s reading area. the first choice was a very girly Barbie storybook but the price tag was enough to buy me a moisturizer at Body Shop so we decided otherwise. then we saw these glossy-type disney storybooks that’s on bargain and really, really looks expensive. we were ready to go pay for them when i decided that i wanted to give her a coloring book. so first we looked for decent looking crayons, found a branded Mickey Mouse Crayon set, marched back to the children’s area and picked and ditched and picked and ditched until geebee found these huge, scratch that, HUGE Dora the Explorer coloring book. very kewl. we paid for it and then racked our brains on how we’re going to wrap the gift. like i said, its soooo huge that it would cost something to have it wrapped. i remembered larj’s (my architect friend) advise: when in doubt, wrap it with a pretty ribbon. so that’s settled. we bought a light brown manila-paper-look-alike and wrapped it with a pretty peach ribbon and tada! we had a neat looking birthday gift.

we’re also supposed to catch a movie but no, everything’s harry potter so we ditched the idea. we rented 3 videos instead. dubai for my mom who was not able to watch it, cody banks 2 because we were able to watch the prequel and brother bear because i was able to watch it and geebee not. right now, im trying soooo hard to remember what was it that i cooked for dinner but horror of horrors, i really can’t remember. blank. but i can vividly remember that we had a movie marathon until 12 midnight while feasting on different kinds sari-sari store junkfood until my head hurt will all that MSG stuff they flavor it with. but i was happy. happy and content. happy and content and in-love. 

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geebee, against all odds, decided to skip work because its also my off and its sunday anyway. i was expecting that. was hoping for that. praying for that. the gods heard me and the result, i don’t have to spend a lonely sunday morning watching live mass on television. so  the pillow-fight and tickle-mode had a part 2 until we tired ourselves. and also since our mattresses is spread in the middle of our living room floor, which has become a weekly ritual (that is to sleep in our living room in front of the television on weekends), geebee had a swell time with his PS playing NBA Live 2005 while i  lay slump beside him reading Sharon Sala’s Sweet Baby…i don’t know, but it feels good, with the morning sun drifting on our bodies as we lay slumped with all our pillows with our sofa at our backs. and before we could forget that we have a children’s party to attend at 3pm, we heavily pulled ourselves up to take a shower and change and by 3pm we’re off to a world of balloons and party hats and screaming 3-year-olds.

the party was held at one of the many Jollibees that mushroomed in the city. we were early at 3:30pm. the invite says 3pm. typical, typical filipino time. danielle, the birthday girl, pretty in a pink dress and lace socks was screaming around (i told yah). then one by one my other college friends arrived. it was like a mini-reunion like no other. one of them came with her 1 year-old daughter. some familiar faces. old college schoolmates with their daughters and sons. i feel old. and i felt nauseous. and suddenly an old craving crept back to my system. i want a baby! i just stared at all those cute and annoying little angels and felt like choking. geebee saw my face and started joking about it. since i was fat, fatter than they last saw me, everbody’s joking that im pregnant. of course i told them im not but geebee’s kidding around saying that i am…i hated him for that! but in truth, i really wished i was…ack!

the party was over by 6pm. we proceeded to ionic cafe for old times sake. i missed the place. i remembered staying there with fortz during exam nigths drinking beer. i remember scoffing down english tea (read: hot tea with creamer and lemon wedges). i remember making beso-beso on my way in because it just so happens that everybody knows everybody at ionic. i remember sleeping on one of their ancient sofas. i remember the good times i had there. just sitting there last sunday night gave me goosebumps. its like stepping into a past life with everything on black and white.

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so all in all, it was a wonderful weekend. no questions asked. dreamy, very  very dreamy….