走一趟永远不会被人遗忘

I went to Baguio over the weekend and boy, it was like a time warp.

Well. At least I got to be back in Baguio, this time with family. It was just a mere overnight trip for me since I have work today. Oh, and I must commend the cutie Uber driver, Bryan, who picked me up last night from Cubao terminal. I really had a pleasant ride chatting with him, although he's straight. Also for the Uber driver I got this morning, Uber Glenn, we chatted the whole trip to work., and as it turn out he's a Baguio person, so he had a lot of insights about Baguio. He's straight too... but the way he looks straight to my eyes makes me want to think otherwise. :P

Anyway...

I'd like to take on Baguio once again. As suggested by Uber Glenn, I should try backpacking Banawe - Sagada - Baguio, then if I still can, finish the leg with La Union for a surf.

Well, it's a very tempting proposition. I shall work on an itinerary on that. A personal project for this summer. :)

How to Break Up?

Well, you cannot definitely ask us that.

Because we simply don't know how. *shrugs shoulders*

We actually tried for a couple of times as of this writing, I think thrice already. But we simply couldn't go through with it. That becomes a problem if both of you want the same thing - to be together. 

15,11,3,8,7,1

Early out from work, how fortunate
matched with your schedule
You picked me up from work
A routine drive for you

At the office lobby, the usual pick up spot
With my things, stuffed in the backseat
I take the passenger seat, beside yours
Doors locked, seat-belt secured

A kiss on the cheek, my usual greeting
Our eyes lock, I usually take a pause and stare
You break off first, as always
then look back, "Why?" wrinkled on your forehead

I gauge your face, grade it with either a smirk or smile
Usually, I just kiss you again to appease
Then we drive off, "Whereto?" as always
"Anywhere with you" as you always say

But we usually head home first
to run my errands, you drive me around
Same ol' chores, laundry, pack more clothes
Then we head out for dinner

But having an early out from work
being home 5 in the afternoon
It was too early for dinner
especially for you with your late lunch

"No need to hurry", you say
Oh, but what to do, where to go
We're home alone, the place to ourselves
We kiss, and lock hands

Passion unleashed, got ourselves spent
it gets raunchier each time
It always end in satisfaction
gratification both achieved

It was about an half an hour more or less
We hurried dressing up, had to make haste
For one is throwing tantrums, demanding indulgence
Displeased, my tummy lets out a deep growl

We set out, back on the streets, off to anywhere
Nothing elaborately planned
Just a casual dinner for two
A meal to satisfy our insatiable hunger

Off to our usual location, Maginhawa
A strip of choices, we had to check each one
"We ought to try Sweet Spot", you suggested
But we ended up to some place else

An inviting menu, we ordered 3 dishes
Pininyahang manok, sisig linguine and lamb kaldereta
Your typical viands, with twist in concoction
Each dish delightful, together beyond delectable

Might call it food porn, ravishing to the senses

and as we document our little banquet

took note of the date, eleventh month of the year

A Friday the fifteenth

"11 minus 3?" I asked

"Eight", you said

I stared at you for a moment

waiting for a spark in your eyes

Our usual dinner for two

nothing planned ahead

We simply meet after work, and drive around

til we call it a day, and you take me home

A usual evening for us, nothing special

nothing requiring a fete, or commemoration

Or we simply didn't take note

Of a mark we've achieved together

"Eleven minus three, is eight." in a may-I-remind-you tone

"Di ko gets..." you give up so easily

I set it aside, I'll just wait till it sink in

"Basta, eight."

You drive me back, and parked the car

You unbuckled our seatbelts and pulled me in for a hug

That was the only thing unusual through the evening

It was such a sweet feeling, being pulled in for an embrace

"Halika nga dito..
I had a bad dream the other day

In my dream you left me"
You whisphered, filled with worry

I break from the hug momentarily

looked straight into your eyes

and dive back into your embrace

"11-3=8"

"Hm, I love you?" you and your savvy smile

"Eight nga e." I laughed in my head, 

He laughed, "Sorry hindi ko talaga gets" 

You're hopeless, and I gave in

I'm not great in math, but I'm quite fond of numbers

Patterns, formulas, definitions

What does 11 and 3 possibly stand for aside from numbers?

"November is eleventh" that should be enough for a clue

Then it dawned me, shit it was the 15th and it's our 8th month being together 

Finally, you get me.

But I don't really take note of these things

It's not marked on my calendar, nor set in my planner

It's something we don't celebrate.

No need for us to be guilty, or ashamed for not remembering

that's the beauty of it, we simply live it

Like how the sun sets, or the rain falls, or the moon fulls

At those exact moments, no matter how brief, do we fully appreciate it

We are living the love we have

it's not set in stone, marked on our walls

We happen to be together for the eight month

Not like a pact we've set, nor a contract signed

We live the love we have

and we celebrate it everyday

over shared meals, and stories

simple kisses, to titillating lovemaking

Our love for each other thrives today

For eight months, it's been growing, glowing

It flourished, in turn nourishes our passion

For life, ourselves and for each other

Fifteenth day of November

Eighth month since March

Three words plus seven letters

Only meant for one, You

Weekend Getaway :: Up North

August 9 to 11, 2013 - a long weekend. 

Lovedrunk

I always knew that alcohol is a downer, and having sex while drunk is just not possible. haha!

Until last night :P

On the Passenger Seat

As he was driving through the eskinitas of Manila in this warm summer evening, I couldn't help myself but watch how the street lights and incoming headlights outline his face. I could barely see his eyes through those chink lids and the lights bouncing off his spectacles.

His glance draws towards my side; I quickly look away. Meeting his eyes would be my doom - I'd loose composure and would simply blush and melt, and gently slide myself to his right arm, and cling to him tightly like any clingy pubescent in love. I'm sure he'd like that, and would let go of the gear shifter and rather hold my hand.

One block after the other, I cannot stop staring at him. He notices and catch me looking. His stare finally caught me. I flash him a guilty look with my puppy dog eyes. I run my left hand over my left thigh and extend my left fifth digit, aiming for his right hand gripping the gear shifter. Our pinkies brush pleasantries, and  welcomes my subtle gesture. We lock pinkies, and both let out a sigh... well, he also let out a short soft giggle - I guess I'm not the only one keeping his cool.

"Anak di ba kayo nagugutom?"

Somewhat startled, we break contact. I look behind at the backseat to answer mom's query...

VS: Gutom na ko... Morato?

Like those teenagers in love, we snicker at each other.