Maybe I don’t really know you that well.
I don’t know how you exactly act.
But those things will not keep me away from you.
‘Coz those are my reasons why I’m here.
To know you much better.

^_^

This was a very long and tiring day for me. Woke up at around 3AM from my more or less one hour sleep. My flight’s scheduled at exactly 5AM and Mactan International Airport is a 45-minute drive from our place. I had to move fast or else I might miss it. It’s a good thing I didn’t bring too much of my stuffs and I only have my sportsbag so I don’t need to undergo the baggage weighing and plastering sop’s. As soon as the flight attendants gave the free snacks, I forced myself to take a short nap. The short nap led to sleep. I slept the whole trip! Haha. At exactly 6:25AM, I reached NAIA Centennial Terminal 2. The weather was not good. Of course, I’m not expecting anyone to fetch me so I took a cab and went straight to Glorietta 4. Podi, Adam, Gelo, and the rest of the gang met me there and we all watched the Pacquiao-Diaz match’s special screening at Cinema 5. It was a good fight, my 600 bucks didn’t go to waste, though Diaz failed to meet my expectations from him. Needless to say, after nine rounds, Pacquiao won and I lose in the bet. =( They were all rooting for Pacquaio, I want to be different so I went for Diaz, hahaha.

After that, we spent some hours playing billiards and bowling. Then, Adam told us that we were invited to Myell’s birthday party. Myell’s my former officemate when I worked for a call center somewhere in Makati. I had nothing to do since my 3-day job here in Manila will officially start tomorrow so yeah, I decided to come. The party was okay. Videoke. I saw some people that I wasn’t able to see for a long time. Too bad Podi and Francis had to leave early as they still have their night shifts.

In there, the very surprising part happened. Dan is Podi’s schoolmate in FEU. I’ve known him for quite a long time now but it never crossed my mind that he’s a bisexual. He told me straight to my face, “Crush kita.” Waaaaaaa wtf! Dan even asked me if I’m straight and single. I told him, yes I am, but he didn’t stop from being vocal on what he truly feels. He even described me as “Cute ka. Brusko pero sweet.” Waaaaa again! Wtf again! I didn’t know what to say. I suddenly remembered my officemate back there in Cebu who happens to be a gay as well. Revelations after revelation. Oh well, that’s their preference. I have nothing against them and I respect their choices, but really, it’s not my line. So, for those bisexuals out there, forgive me for my reactions. I really just can’t help it.

12 midnight, I decided to go home. I had enough of the night. So here I am, back on the four corners of my pad, a little bit tipsy, thinking and waiting for someone. =)

It is fall. The melancholy that Keane feels matched the sadness of the environment. He walked slowly at the bed of dead leaves and branches with things going around his head. Very troubled, he was. The crackles of the dead leaves and twigs, the wind, the soft unknown music that plays in his head were the symphony Keane was uncontrollably hearing. His hair was blocking his view, and from time to time, you can see those gloomy eyes. How sad those eyes were, looking through it you can see his crying soul, yet you can see no tears.

Another twig cracked, and then suddenly, time stopped. He can no longer hear the sound of dead leaves, or the twigs, or the cool breeze that touches his face, so softly. And there, Carla was, long hair covering her face. She stood there waiting, with her equally sad eyes with a certain look of mourning.

Keane got nearer, and in his mind, that sad, sad music played.

Their eyes met. Keane saw a little leaf that landed itself on Carla’s soft lips. Gently, he wiped it with his thumb, with other fingers gently resting on her chin. Carla closed her eyes. Keane saw this, and slowly he leaned forward, his lip a quarter of an inch away from hers. Keane came into his senses. He pulled back, leaving Carla stunned and clueless. Keane turned his back from Carla. He heard Carla’s silent sobs, but he walked on. He started walking again. The sound of Carla’s cries grew larger, and he knew she was already seated at the bed of browning leaves. Keane, with his sad eyes, never looked back. He just continued walking and walking in the middle of nowhere.

If I live in Australia, I’ll make Kangaroos the local transportation.
If I live in Great Britain, I’ll talk british and brush horses.
If I live in Spain, my name would be Juanito es muy bonito.
If I live in Ecuador, I’ll bring oil and cook bacon on my stomach.
If I live in Canada, I’d be drunk.
If I live in Amsterdam, I’ll treat it like a paid vacation.
If I live in Iraq, I won’t take showers.
If I’m the King of England, I’ll make you my bitch.
If I live in Africa, I’ll build a tree house.
If I live in China, I’ll shave my head.
If I live in Germany, I’ll make Hitler look like an angel.
If I live in Italy, I’ll draw outside the streets.
If I live in Egypt, I’d live in a pyramid of chocolate.
If I live in Israel, I’ll have the most sin.
If I live in Hawaii, I’ll get a tattoo on my face that says balls.
If I live in Indonesia, I’ll take a dump on the volcano.
If I live in Malaysia, I’ll drive a tricycle.
If I live in India, I won’t wear deodorant.
If I live in Antartica, I’ll give every Penguins eskimo kisses.
If I live in UAE, I’ll search for Lovely and ask her for an apple.
If I live in France, I won’t shave.
If I live in Japan, I’ll search for Hontiro Hanzo.
If I live in Guam, I’ll walk in circles.
If I live in Bangladesh, I’d be a Muslim.
If I live in Greenland, I’ll make it brown.
If I live in Saudi Arabia, I’ll grow a mustache till it cover my upper lip.
If I live in Ireland, I’ll be a sourpuss.
If I live in United States, I’ll make Obama the president.
If I live in Philippines, it’ll feel like home.

Many things go on Nathan’s mind.
And please don’t take offense on the countries.
I’m just being sarcastic. ^_^