“eeeww!!!” i wrote this? hayaan na ang konting kahibangan ko noon. :s
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it’s funny how signature shirts that read “i left my heart in _________” have no marketing significance for me at all. but for whatever reason, it’s the “in” thing for souvenir-shop goers. however, a recent trip of mine got me contemplating that this is more than just a shirt design but a fact that hit me hard on the head.
cast of characters:
sir – the he-who-is-not-meant-to-be; the one who heartnapped me
ma’am – yours truly
- a great night-out at imay’s and pirates during my first night there was concluded by an escorted ride to my hotel to make sure, according to sir, that i was brought home safely and in one piece by my driver. sir was just there behind my convoy. before sleeping, i texted him my thanks and appreciation,
ma’am: sir, thanks for the night. sensha kung nadistorbo ko po kayo. i had a great time. halong papuli. good night.
sir: i had a great time too, ma’am. ok lang yun basta ikaw. good night.
- after two failed attempts in our quest for the perfect beach place to stay overnight to accommodate my chillaxin’ request,
ma’am: am i causing too much trouble already? it’s getting late na tapos we’re not settled yet.
sir: no, ma’am, no. it’s definitely fine.
ma’am: (back riding in silence, feeling guilty despite sir’s attempt to assure me that everything’s fine)
sir: (noticing that he didn’t sound quite convincing the first time) ok lang ma’am. sabi nga nila, it’s not the destination but the journey and the person you’re with.
- a walk along the beach was the perfect thing to do that sunday dawn with clear skies filled with stars and very cooperative weather. how could i say no to sir’s invitation (when he’s half the reason why i didn’t want my weekend to end)?
ma’am: (pointing at a special star in the sky) yan ang southern cross. star namin yan ni manong and ni ex.
sir: diin? i couldn’t make out a cross. all i see are stars. yun lang.
ma’am: ayan o… (outlining the group of stars that resembled a cross) in the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit.
sir: hehe, i’m just kidding. i also love the stars. if you’re also fond of the stars and the southern cross, then there probably were nights when we were just looking at the same star.
josko! totoo na itoh? i think i heard an imaginary musical scoring: we’ll be wishing on the same star//looking at the same moon//when i’m thinking ‘bout you baby//are you thinking of me too//and no matter where i go//i’ll be there with you//wishing on the same star//looking at the same moon (kung mali ang lyrics, pardon my song hits syndrome)
- tired from the seeming death march cum walk with faith on the moon, sir suggested for us to have a seat on the shore.
sir: (taking off his new honda jacket) dito ka maupo o.
ma’am: ngek! are you sure? bago kaya yan. pauupuan mo lang sa akin?
sir: sus! mas special ka pa jan.
and may i upo naman ang beauty ko with a hidden silly smile on my face. baka kasi makita nyang ngumingiti ako eh.
- during lunchtime, we were sharing a good laugh only the two of us understood from the bonding moment we had during the walk earlier that day,
ma’am: sabi sayo di ako judgmental eh. tolerant pa nga eh.
sir: hahaha! hay naku bam, diin ka tong soltero pa ko man?
oops!
- before calling it a weekend, he held my lighter that he had been borrowing since i arrived,
sir: bam, gaano ka-special sayo ang lighter na ‘to?
ma’am: bigay sakin yan ni manong ko. yellow pa sya at may small flashlight which i could use sa dilim kasi bulag nga ako sa dilim, di ba?
sir: ah so ganon pala talaga ‘to ka-special sayo? sige…
ma’am: sige, you can have that.
4:00pm, i headed for bacolod with a nothing but heavy bags and a heavier heart. it has been five hours since i left iloilo and eight hours since i last saw him. ten or so hours since he made me kilig with his sweet nothings, be it said with meaning or just plain “wala lang,” yet the sound of his voice resounds so clearly in my head.
regardless of what it suggested, i know this stupidity of the heart had to stop somewhere… and that somewhere, i know, is the port of iloilo. but then again, i couldn’t deny the fact that i left my heart there… with him. no matter how hard i try to put up an indomitable front, i am still vulnerable inside. so until i become invincible, i’ve got one more request from you: sir, paki-pouch naman po ng heart ko sa head office. sa gb cam building, monteverde street, davao city. i’ll be there by thursday. make sure you no longer took even a teensy part of it. bring it back to me unscathed. please?
originally posted on march 31, 2007 @ multiply blogs
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