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Saturday, June 14, 2008

okay cinderella, put your shoe back on!

the drive was all worth it.

it was almost 8:20 and it's now or never. though she seemed to understand, i know that if i won't get to greet her last night, friendship's over. i spent two hours wailing over my friday-the-13th treat in my chic get-up and with my sweaty face. in between tears, i managed to glance at the mirror and see myself as a racoon, with my no make-up look for the night all ruined. but thanks to my acting skills and my sympathetic sister, i stripped my chic get-up and settled for pang-tambay-slash-pang-tamad-pumunta-ng-school attire--the 3 s: shorts, shirt and slippers--and looked forward to what is to happen.

funny isn't it? in a very short span of time, things spin into different situations. you cry for like hours and hours then in a spin, you get excited and then things happen, and you get happy and then after a while you get tired. for two hours, i was in hell. i was crying, it was hot, and there's no progress nor solution to my predicament. all i had at hand was a blatant idea of still going but arriving five minutes before closing. it made me feel so stupid. my insides were at war. i was totally enraged. and though i try to calm myself and to think of any possible solution, i can't stop myself from being engrossed with hatred. but just like what they say, "some bumps on the road are humps" (or was i the only one who said it?) my very late sister, the bump, understood the situation and offered to drive me there even to just drop off the gift (the hump part), using the car in good condition.

all my hatred dissolved. this is it. i didn't dare eat dinner nor brush my hair. i just ran off to the car as if every nanosecond matters. and after almost a 40 minute drive, i arrived at alcal and felt scared. take note, after a drive from makati to katipunan, i just felt scared.

honestly, i don't know what to say to her. i was thinking, "hi! i got lost. hehe" or "wow! am i too early for you little sister's debut?" or "oh. i guess i have misread 6 as 9. haha" and at the end i settled for "hi mia! haha".

but yea the drive was all worth it. though we both look tired--her eyes were less puffy than mine but still puffy (probably due to the long day), i felt that she somehow appreciated my effort. i really want to go. i've been wanting to go ever since we talked about it on the drive home from san juan. i want to go not just for the party but because it's her party. and though i'm playing favorites, she's just my favorite person. but when she laughed off at my stupidity to still go there, it felt good inside. i don't know. i just really missed this friend, a lot.

on the drive back home, i got a text message. and it was one of the sweetest (as in "friendship" sweet not lover "sweet") messages i had. i guess the friday-the-13th treat was not so friday-the-13th at all and the bumps on the road are not really that..bumpy.

i realized that for a little while, it was okay to dip a foot on hell. but still, it's better to be back on ground.

to mia: happy birthday, you know i love you. :o)

posted by anthonette || 5:58 PM