The Lonely Days

08-22-2009 Saturday

My 2nd day as a fugitive. I've been all over the place trying to kill time since Alex has a job during weekends and I don't want to be left alone in the boarding house without him. It was a long and lonely day so I'll just give a quick summary because the entire story might bore you all to death.

For the 2nd consecutive day, I've been to SM Fairview again. It's not something I enjoy, seeing the mall as it is like it did yesterday is so damn boring, take my word for that. You see the same people behind the cash registrar of this store, the same ice cream flavors on the familiar ice cream stands, the same arrangement of books on the bookstore and the same floor/wall designs of the mall. It could be irritating, it's similar to standing on the side of the street and counting those damn jeepneys that's starting to look all the same.

It's also my 2nd day of menstrual period and the cramps haven't subsided yet, I still feel as horrible as I did yesterday. I still feel like being cut in half everytime I try to walk a bit faster. My feet are also starting to hurt from walking. It was around afternoon and I haven't eaten lunch yet. I plan to eat at the office, I know even though I'm on leave, the pantry is still open and I can sneak a meal since I have my ID with me.

Good thing, I bumped into Kuya Joey in SM. Kuya Joey, whom I haven't seen for awhile after the break-up with Mac, is still the funny guy I could always count on. He said he still have some parts of the motorcycle with him and I can come with him to pick those up. I have all the time anyway so I agreed to come with him. He bought a few things at the department store first, then off we went to his house, which is just near SM.

Warning: A little bit of nostalgia here...

Kuya Joey's house, which has been our lair before for the drinking sessions with Mac, is still the same as it had been the last time I was there. The mono bloc chair where I usually sat beside Mac is still sitting against the wall. The karaoke with the mic lying beside it is still under the TV. The table that used to hold a few bottles of beer, junk foods and cigarettes.Those things somehow brought back a distant memory in my head, the memory with Mac. It has been more than a house for me before. This is where we hang-out, where I talk to Mac, where he said promises I used to believe in.

I forced myself to go back to the present when Kuya Joey appeared from the kitchen, holding the two items for my motorcycle. I helped him wrap those in a plastic bag. Then, he prepared lunch and we ate, talking about motorcycles, Pag-ibig funds, and houses. It felt weird to talk to Mac's cousin and to be in the house that has been a witness to our past but I brushed it all aside. Kuya Joey rarely goes home here, he has a job in Manila now so this could be the last time I'll ever be in this house again.

After that brief nostalgic moment, I went to Novaliches and shopped for some gifts for my gramma. It's her birthday this coming Monday and I looked around for stuff I haven't given her before. I came up with 2 nice looking blouse, a pair of earrings, a bottle of perfume and a skirt for attending worship services.

My next and final stop that day is the office. I went straight to the sleeping quarters, gave my ID and lie in bed. I was so tired, it felt heaven to lie down after a very long day without Alex. He texted me that afternoon and said that his boss will go to a party so he might be home late. He said I'd rather not wait for him. I told him I can wait, I don't wanna go home alone. I slept for awhile and woke up at around 7pm. I went out, got my ID and watched TV in the recreation room. I still haven't heard anything from Alex, I figured he might really be home late. I went to the pantry and ate quickly. It was getting late and my colleagues might find me here so after eating, I have no choice but to go home alone.

Of course, I'm living under the same roof with Alex but somehow, I still feel like he's far away. He's not home, and I feel all alone in spite of the noisy boarding house. Alone and lonely... Alone, lonely and motherless. Hmm, I think I can live with this.

Labels: alex, fugitive, kuya joey, mac, pink crimson, quezon ave, runaway

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 4:28 AM