One More Game

PGM used to be a friend.

Then one day, I got bored and saw him in the corner of my eye, in a different light. I was at the time shaking the jake residue off my system; I should have known it was going to be another disaster.

For one (and the most important of all), PGM was (and still is) chained to Lavender. They both love each other. There was no way anyone could break the chain off. Unless I use black magic. Which, apparently I have no actual knowledge of. This said, what's the point of enumerating the other reasons?

Reasons aside, I missed the entire point of thinking about the effects of my actions and (inactions). So, here, I'm struggling with fingers and brain and heart to come up with anything to keep me busy (typing words to express my thoughts and feelings, to be clear). Not necessarily to forget but to remember the good, fun times, no matter how bleak those seem to be ending.

I remember the time when the game started. I went up to him and asked: "Does Lavender bite you ears? Or nibble at them?" He laughed. I continued, "They look yummy. And crispy. Can I take a bite?" he laughed even louder. Then I looked at his neck (oh, the neck!) and I said, matter-of-factly, "If I were a vampire- which i'd love to be- I'd lick the length of your neck before making use of my fangs on them." He laughed some more, his eyes disappearing every time he did. My subconscious must have been aching for such human delights because I went back the day after. And the next. And the day after the next. And so on and so forth.

I was having so much fun that I didn't notice how the deed (or misdeed) became a habit. It was addicting to hear the laughter and see the eyes disappearing. I couldn't get enough of them. I thirsted for his attention all the time. I began weaving dreams during the day- you know, the kind that makes you lose sleep over? Daydreaming wasn't so bad. Until I wanted the daydreams to be real.

The game began to take a more interesting turn then. I was on the verge of losing a friend, and gaining a more-than-just-a-friend, in my own version of things, at least.

I fell straight off that verge: PGM became someone other than just a friend to me.

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episode

i would like to congratulate myself for being human.

i opened my heart to love; it got broken, just as i expected.

i bled. i shed tears. i almost died (an exaggeration). but this, too, shall pass. i have been through worse.

can one really go after a friend's man?

losing

i received one of the worst news in my life last saturday morning.

m&m- my family at work for three years- is meeting its demise sometime in august. before it was made known to everyone, i had been thinking about how easy it would be to leave if they decided to just hand all of their business to competition. boy, was i wrong!

that saturday, i slept with a heavy heart, not really understanding why. i was expecting the bad news anyway, so what was the drama all about?

i woke up with a heavier heart. it had by the time sunk in. we lost something important to competition not worth competing against. while i was consoled by the assurance that we were the better performers, i was also chagrined at the prospect of everyone getting scattered everywhere. it was just heart-rending to think that the friendships i have found and which have made me do the things i did (and vice-versa) are going to be harder to keep. distance, whatever people say of it, definitely has a say to such issues.

and to make matters worse, there are the gregg and jake connections...

almost

i am enjoying life, i think.

how can i not? things are looking up good with me and jake the barista. i flirt and he flirts back. he even offers himself up for me to try as he is "mas masarap" than this summer's dark mocha frappe! ha-ha! oh, the games we play... and the afterplay that we refuse to commit ourselves to doing...

then, there's chuck, looking as cute and boyish as ever, but less uptight and snobbish. he says, "nice to see you here." i feign surprise and ask, "oh, you have been transferred here?" he smiles and replies, "1st day of april, yes. i'm kinda' missing you regulars where i come from..." baby, he said "...you regulars..." hoo-haa.

and the most that gives me so much happiness- snobbing jake cuenca himself! haha. he sees me, thinks i'm falling for him the way i cast him a glazed, dreamy look, and smiles as he strolls by. i look him in the eye, unsmiling and turned my back on him. victory! haha! winning against my inner flirty, sl*tty self. haha!

and you ask why i'm smiling?

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

what boys don't know

i saw my face in the mirror earlier today.

i saw the lines lining the forehead and slowly creeping around the eyes. i saw the shimmer of oil on the surface of every single pore, disturbed only by a spot dried by the saltiness of tears- the kind that you shed upon waking up from a bad dream.

it was a nightmare- chased by my own people's ghosts. hugged tightly by my deceased loved ones- so tight that that i felt i was joining them shortly.

i woke up crying because i felt bad- running away from them, resisting their embrace.

but i was fighting to live. i wanted so hard to live. or so i felt.

then i woke up.

and i am alive.

but so are guilt and shame.

asterisks

i'm playing hard to get.

not (again).

i saw jake last night after what seemed like forever. our last interaction before last night's had been last saturday, so, forever, if we need to be mathematical about this is, about 5 days? maybe. i'm not so sure- i don't carry a calculator with me at all times, no?!

so anyways, i saw him last night. and i could not bring myself to face him and talk to him about anything, valid or not. valid would be ordering for a venti cup of espresso frappuccino; not would be saying something like, "you fooled me! you said last saturday that you were doing the night shift starting sunday, but you weren't here monday! and tuesday! and wednesday (i don't mean for this to sound like i go there every night for him, but if it does, maybe what you read is what you get?)!" the not would include beating his bumpy *ss cheeks flat. hihihi.

in the end, i didn't get to talk to him. he was not in the counter when i went for my coffee. i was both glad and disappointed. glad, because i didn't have to add one more scene to my 'awkward moments' list. disappointed, because the itchy b*tch (or wh*re) in me wanted to have a word (a sweet one) with him. and more words, if he wasn't too busy to join me (the friends i'm with don't matter when i talk to him; they just seem to disappear from my awareness).

a friend may have been right: i'm acting like a schoolgirl.

school. i love school!

dared

if there's any way for me to go back and reprogram my heart, i think i would.

not.

sure, it's distressing to always find something to love in some people who are not necesssarily free to find and acknowledge something lovable about me. but what's getting something without the excitement of the chase? it's all about the chase, you see. one who has loved me before i have even felt anything for him is definitely out of the running to becoming my heart's next top stalkee because obviously, you don't chase after something that is headed your way.

that is how i understand, and explain my obsession with the unobtainable.

i love it when people tell me i'm aiming for things far from reach. it's a challenge that i cannot let pass. i don't have illusions of having more power and clout needed to change the rules pertaining to the possible and the impossible, but the very idea of proving something is in itself a force to power even the weakest of weaklings.

and i am not a weakling, so what's to keep me from doing what i do?