Fack shit and hello, September.
Last Friday was September 8 which is about a week late for someone to freak out (froke out?) about the ushering in of a new -ber month, but freak out all the same, I did.
It was a very wet evening, that Friday night, with the rain thing doing an all-nighter and me all sweaty with worrying about how I'm gonna survive tonight making everyone happy. Worrying through every waking moment sort of merged the gap between the 1st and 8th of September into one long exasperated sigh.
Anyway, here is my not so TGIF with an uneventful morning and afternoon sly enough to make you think you've got the right to relax. But when the evening comes along, hold on to your pants, brotha'!
The whole dilemma is simply a matter of priorities: God or friends? Friends or God?
September 8 holds a special place for both factions, you see? It's a day for Marian celebration as well as the chosen date for the despidida of an especially close friend. To my utter panic, though, they both scheduled their joyous merry-making evening-ish.
Now, I'm a man of chance and destiny; I take a zen approach when it comes to my life and so far, good ol' flow has been taking me to wonderful places. This time though, fate got tired of making decisions for me and handed me this platter of grief.
Anyway, cutting a long story short, I righteously picked God over my friend one evening (after watching Jerry Maguire, a notoriously feel good movie) and let that be that. Once friday came along, I went to mass like the good choir boy I think I am and marched on over to Rockwell at an extremely unfashionably late hour of 10.
I still managed to make it for the wonderful food (and the odd single glass of beer served) and to see all my old friends, all still yuppie as can be. The night was calmly epilogued by a long discussion on "what the hell did you do to deserve all this drama?" with a good friend, chowing down on a solitary banoffee and washing that down with 2 shots of espresso, just like what any other respectable confection deserves.
It ended well, and, in retrospect, I realized that the whole panic thing was unnecessary and childish. Things always have a way of working out, you just have to survive it long enough with a smile on your face.
Last Friday was September 8 which is about a week late for someone to freak out (froke out?) about the ushering in of a new -ber month, but freak out all the same, I did.
It was a very wet evening, that Friday night, with the rain thing doing an all-nighter and me all sweaty with worrying about how I'm gonna survive tonight making everyone happy. Worrying through every waking moment sort of merged the gap between the 1st and 8th of September into one long exasperated sigh.
Anyway, here is my not so TGIF with an uneventful morning and afternoon sly enough to make you think you've got the right to relax. But when the evening comes along, hold on to your pants, brotha'!
The whole dilemma is simply a matter of priorities: God or friends? Friends or God?
September 8 holds a special place for both factions, you see? It's a day for Marian celebration as well as the chosen date for the despidida of an especially close friend. To my utter panic, though, they both scheduled their joyous merry-making evening-ish.
Now, I'm a man of chance and destiny; I take a zen approach when it comes to my life and so far, good ol' flow has been taking me to wonderful places. This time though, fate got tired of making decisions for me and handed me this platter of grief.
Anyway, cutting a long story short, I righteously picked God over my friend one evening (after watching Jerry Maguire, a notoriously feel good movie) and let that be that. Once friday came along, I went to mass like the good choir boy I think I am and marched on over to Rockwell at an extremely unfashionably late hour of 10.
I still managed to make it for the wonderful food (and the odd single glass of beer served) and to see all my old friends, all still yuppie as can be. The night was calmly epilogued by a long discussion on "what the hell did you do to deserve all this drama?" with a good friend, chowing down on a solitary banoffee and washing that down with 2 shots of espresso, just like what any other respectable confection deserves.
It ended well, and, in retrospect, I realized that the whole panic thing was unnecessary and childish. Things always have a way of working out, you just have to survive it long enough with a smile on your face.
nuneeoww said: im so blessed to have u..
ReplyDeleteThe feeling's mutual kahit hindi ramdam dahil antagal na natin hinde nagkikita. Buti na lang andyan na yung tuesday. See you soon!
gelangenie said: Things always have a way of working out, you just have to survive it long enough with a smile on your face.
ReplyDeletethat's y i love u dani. haha. u always... as in ALWAYS find sumthing good out of everything.. whether good or bad.. im so blessed to have u.. (seriously.. :))
unga e, ansarap talaga magkaroon ng mga kaibigan na pag kasama mo, nakakalimot ka ng pagod.oi! me utang ka sa aming concert!
ReplyDeleteplus yung finale either inom or basta un hahaha.
ReplyDeletehaha dani welkam sa mundo ng multiple lakads in one day. nakakapagod pero worth it.
ReplyDeletegelangenie said: ansarap talaga magkaroon ng mga kaibigan na pag kasama mo, nakakalimot ka ng pagod.
ReplyDeletetrue dat. hahahaha
haha nakahabol ka pa congrats! nasiraan kme e sayang...parang ung remembrance ko kay mike d ko na alam kung pano ko mabibigay sa knya e hahaha.
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