It was a very heartwarming afternoon over coffee and bread with homemade peanut butter. An inviting lady made it all possible – or should I say, I invited myself just to spend a couple hours. Felt at home and relaxed, I asked for a cup of coffee for the second time. The taste caught my attention that I cannot let it go. Well, there’s still next time, right, Carms? Yeah. I invade an officemate’s abode, needed someone to talk to that time. It was almost dark when we decided to stay by the veranda. Their simple yet elegant haven is on the third floor. I can say that the rent is really worth it. I would like to find one also as soon as possible. God help me.
So, we were in the veranda. Talking about anything under the roof, got to open some of myself to her, also the events that had happened at the workplace, the abrupt changes, the harsh treatment. Then it drizzled. As if the heavens have felt the sentiments I kept for years. It stopped for a while. The stories were long that we didn’t even realize that we’ve stayed there for almost two hours. Then her sister came. We talked a little more before I bade goodbye.
But before that, my Samsung Corby fell from the third floor of the apartment and it landed on the concrete flooring. It slipped from my hand. Didn’t panic. I even asked Carms in a very relaxed tone “nabasag kaya?” we headed down to recover my phone and only the casing and battery separated from the phone but externally and internally (performance-wise still the same) it was still okay. Really, no need to panic. It remained strong despite the fall. It didn’t break despite the concrete ground where it landed. Strong and firm. Carms told me, I was like my phone. That thing made me realize one thing: I can stand strong and firm still even if I’m bumping in a strong wall, in a concrete flooring. When will it end — my battle?
I then bade goodbye to catch the next bus in EDSA that will take me in my temp abode. A breather.
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