Having two Thursdays in a week and a very pleasant surprise

[mood] slighty freaked out; surprised
[song title that befits the post] (If Only I Could) Turn Back Time – Aqua

I’ve admitted to being weird years ago already. But yesterday had just thrown me off course.

I woke up and thought that it was Thursday already. I made several mistakes of assuming that it was Thursday yesterday. It was just weird and for the first time in my life, my weirdness freaked me out. ūüėź Yes, people: I’ve become accustomed to my weird behaviors in the past but this one just plastered a “Huh?-look” on my face.

Now that it’s really Thursday, I feel an odd sort of deja vu. That it was the so-called Thursday all over again from yesterday except that I’m wearing different clothes and editing different articles.

“I don’t care if monday’s blue
Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too
Thursday i don’t care about you
It’s Friday i’m in love”
Friday, I’m In Love,
The Cure

See, even The Cure couldn’t bring a proper description on their Wednesday. I’m now convinced that I really lost a Wednesday this week. Nothing could convince me otherwise. Yet.

–o–o–o–¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†–o–o–o–¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬†–o–o–o–¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†–o–o–o–¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†–o–o–o–¬†¬†¬†
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end”
Closing Time,

I got a very pleasant surprise from my high school friend, Edgar Aguilar.

Note first that I’m the kind of person who is¬†very much wary of surprises. Surprises are nice, but I’m a¬†generally suspicious person. I¬†favor things to be more¬†predictable (but yup, somewhere deep down the cresses of my being–I admire people who can withstand unpredictability and changes). Epoy, as we’ve fondly called him ever since, had warned me that he has a surprise for me when he dropped by the area today.

Anxious and a bit apprehensive, though excited, I went down to take a break for a while when he texted that he’s close. And as he neared where I stood, my eyes grew wide as I recognized one of my oldest friends since grade school: he brought Rica¬†Evangelista with him!

Rica and I started to get close with each other when we around Grade 3 pupils at Blessed Christ Child Montessori Foundation–ang paaralang walang hagdan–in Balayan, Batangas. She would call my mom whenever there’s some bully making me cry. We were both, um, vertically challenged and sort of skinny so we can hardly to physical harm to any of the big boys who would mercilessly tease us. We would tambay at their boutique during our long lunch breaks. She was also the first person who invited me to have lunch with her family at their house sometimes. She was the first friend I invited over to our house in Barangay Canda, a rather sleepy and dusty town surrounded by hectares of sugarcane field, mango trees, and carabaos. I actually consider her as the first friend I have after being transferred from a public school to Montessori in Grade 1.

We used to play a lot, mimicking Sailor Moon’s adventures,¬†play volleyball or tell spooky stories with our other friends. I remember her telling us that there are dwarves in their house and it made me wonder then if I could ever have a chance of seeing the dwarves if I hang out at their house more.¬†She also introduced me to the world of¬†fiction other than the fairy tales and encyclopedia¬†that I usually read at home: I started reading Sweet Valley and years¬†later, I wondered about the technicalities of writing and started writing my own fiction.¬†

In a brief warm hug that I shared with her when we met again after losing contact for more than five years, I remembered all those good times.

We lost contact when she had to transfer schools from Batangas to Calamba, Laguna for her secondary schooling.

In that brief warm hug that we shared, I forgot about the years of not being able to ask her how she is. I hope that we’ll meet up again soon.

Epoy, set a date and let’s get the barkada together. Thanks for the very wonderful surprise.

[status] tired but happy
[senti song of the moment] Closing Time – Semisonic


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