Clouds, Chocolate And A Glass Of Weng-Weng

CLOUDS;Sunday; August 2, 2009; Around 3AM

You don't want to read this story, honestly, you may want to just update your Facebook or check your mail or watch YouTube or something. This story is full of crap, oodles of it. So while you still have the time, go to google and just search for you name, or your crush's name of whoever, just stay away from this blog.

Truth told, why would you be interested in my life? In the events that occured last August second? I'm telling you now, nothing special really... Nothing that would tickle your fancy... Nothing worth mentioning... Just the time of my life...

So there I was, at the back, right side of my bloody bestfriend's SUV, window open, a stick of Marlboro Lights dangling, embers being carried away by the wind like a shooting star. We were going down at a steady rate of 80kph, maybe less, and the cool breeze of Antipolo was slowly taking away the pain, the doubts, the worries and the heartaches and it leaves no trail. I sort of dig this, this road trip if I may call it. Well, it ain't a road trip per se, but we're on the road and we're tripping so what's the difference?

She was seated beside me, her window also open, blue-grey smoke being blown from her ever dainty lips, her hair was a little unruly but the hell I care! She was my valkyrie, a bright spot in my rather dark existence, a supernova, sucking all things within her reach. At that very moment, while orbiting, I was being drawn...

Maybe it was the ambience, or the cold wind or maybe I just felt like doing it so what I did was I held her hand. In the dark I could feel her warmth contrasting with the cold early August morning, it was drizzling I guess but I'm not too sure anymore. At that very moment, for a quick second I felt like a prince holding a princess' hand and it nearly made me puke. How can I even entertain such thought? I guess it was a magical night after all, I guess because it was my birthday...

It's her hair and her eyes today

that just simply take me away
and the feeling that I'm falling further in love
makes me shiver but in a good way
all the times I have sat and stared
as she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair
and she purses her lips, bats her eyes as she plays,with me
sitting there slack-jawed with nothing to say
coz I love her with all that I am
and my voice shakes along with my hands

coz it's frightening to be

Swimming in this strange sea

but I'd rather be here

than on land...

Your hand in mine, a song that perfectly describe my feelings, the perfect girl, I think, a picture perfect moment. I don't know if she feels the same though, It's as if she couldn't care less, she just sat there not moving, not uttering even a single word, I couldn't even hear her breathing. At that point in time I was, I don't know if she was, inside a very fragile bubble that can burst at any given time, a dream, that even a single solitary sound can ruin. And, for crying out loud, it was actually ruined, by a sticky paper cup of...

HOT CHOCOLATE;Saturday; August 1, 2009; Starbucks Otis; Around 7:30PM

Who would have thought that we would still be in Manila at this ungodly hour. My plan did not went well. I was hoping that by this time we would already be in South Luzon Expressway running at around 90kph heading to Tagaytay. Yet we're still holed in an uncomfortable chair in Starbucks, the least place I want to be in, and worse it was raining like mad.

We were getting a little restless, Steph hasn't texted yet to confirm if she'll go and Earl is getting a little, if not "too much", worried he'd lose his date tonight. I was more worried than him to be honest. So what I did, I suggested we play "charades". And it was damn funny as hell.

Now here's a question for you: How would you enact the words TO-BE-WITH-YOU? "With" is actually the trickiest. I ended up looking funny as hell, stupid maybe, but mind you, it was fun. It was fun seeing her acting out crazy words like "POWER OF TWO" or "GO ON GIRL". It was fun laughing, after sometime, not because of me but because of someone for a change.

While acting out a really hard song I can't remember, or was I guessing a place in Manila? My phone vibrated, it was Steph saying she's at home, will change her dress cause she's itchy and for us to be there in five minutes. And so we did...

The trip to Antipolo was unremarkable really, except for a few jokes, a few "lines" and a few laughs. I noticed she was a little irritated because instead of going to Tagaytay, we are now heading to Antipolo, a sudden change of plan on the account that it's already late and rain is pouring like hell... And really, the reason why she's pissed is because she won't be able to buy a pineapple... Tough!... I want to be piss-drunk and shit-faced already, I wish there's...

A GLASS OF WENG-WENG; August 2, 2009; Around 12:45AM

She took a swig of this drink called "Weng-weng" and it knocked her out. All it took was this cherry-flavored, Ventolin Expectorant-like drink to send her almost vommiting, almost but not quite.

***WARNING***

From this part on, it's going to be really cheesy and boy-next-door-ish

***CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK***

It's hard not to like her on her current state, her eyes were dreamy, lips flushed and cheeks rosy. For the nth time, I went down to get her a glass of water, for the nth time I went down to escort her to the rest room and back and for the nth time I almost fell...Literally and figuratively...

As we stood there looking at the thousand lights scattered like diamonds in the night, she mumbled something I cannot understand, I took her in my arms and told her it's 'OK' and she rested her head on my shoulder. Then the familiar apple scent. Atop the mountain grew a thousand apple trees, branching out, carrying me to oblivion, it blew me away into a thousand shards and in a split second reassembled me back to my crappy old self. It was something only she can do. Really, I'm not complaining...

I hope she can still remember the things that I told her that night, things that a guy should tell her or do for her to please her...It was an attempt to copy the guy in that movie "My Sassy Girl". I wasn't able to give her the 'complete' 10 things that night, I only gave two I believe, so let me finish the list...

1.) Tell her she's pretty, she'll love it

2.) Always make her smile, seeing her dimple makes it worthwhile

3.) Don't act like you're her dad, just look after her and guide her

4.) Instead of holding her hand, hold her neck instead

5.) She loves anything sweet, indulge her

6.) She's a big fan of shopping, smile then follow her from one boutique to another

7.) Never tease her when she has her period, she'll bitch out and shout at you

8.) She eats anything except veggies

9.) When eating, fillet her chicken or whatever food she's eating, she hates doing it.

10.) Lastly, NEVER, for pete's sake, let her drink WENG-WENG...

So there I was, trying to wipe away the chocolate stain on my pants, it was hideous! and sticky! After a few minutes she had this bad case of dysmenorrhea and it was one hell of an experience...I was like a dad watching his wife deliver their first baby. It was CRAZY!!! But I wouldn't elaborate on that, and the breakfast and the trip back home.

Clouds greeted me, that Chocolate ruined my moment and the Glass of Weng-Weng almost, but not quite, made me fall...

Author's note: This is an attempt to copy J.D. Salinger's writing style on his book "The Catcher in The Rye". I tried, but I guess I failed miserably...