Vol. 2 Issue no. 6 / May 20, 2005
written & created by Lexan B. Orantes for StoryTellersManila
28 Golden Grove St. Cor Park St. Bartville Subd. Dela Paz, Pasig City 1600 Phil.
p: +63(2)4574973 e: thirddayofjune@hotmail.com
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Vol. 2 Issue no. 6 / May 20, 2005 written & created by Lexan B. Orantes for StoryTellersManila 28 Golden Grove St. Cor Park St. Bartville Subd. Dela Paz, Pasig City 1600 Phil. p: +63(2)4574973 e: thirddayofjune@hotmail.com |
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A knock on the door… I was to ignore it knowing that that someone
would get tired of it… that is if it weren’t important… “Kuya Lex,”
my cousin called out from the door, then pushed it opened—I don’t lock
my bedroom door, my housemates have sense not to just go barging in…
Unless, again, really important. I reclined from the bed… “May
naghahanap sa’yo…” said my cousin.
“Who?”
I barked back before he could leave.
“I
don’t know… he is waiting outside…” then my cousin left.
My hair sprawled everywhere and wearing short shorts and three
sizes big shirt… I walked out the front door… looked around… it
was… what was his name again? Whoever, I don’t want to go all the way
down Malate! I just want to sleep! I was to go back in the house, planning
on telling my cousin to tell that guy that I’m asleep. But as I was to
turn back, “Lex!” he called out from the gate…
I
combed my hair with my hand, hoping it would bring some semblance to it
before turning back… “Hi…” I said, still in my bedroom voice, as I
open the gate. “What are you doing here?” I asked.
“You
forgot,” he said, “we are going to Malate…?”
“I
didn’t, I just don’t remember saying yes to it…”
“Still,
we are…”
“I
also didn’t know I don’t have an option…” I said sarcastically,
“I’m going back to sleep…”
“You
go to bed early?”
“I
also wake up early… like two in the morning early…”
“Insomnia?”
I
nodded.
“But
you have to come with me…?” he said pleading, “I need a date…”
“It’s
Malate, you don’t need a date in Malate,” I said, “and didn’t you
say you were meeting your friends?” “Yah,
and if I don’t bring a date, I would be the only one without a
date…” he answered.
“First,
I don’t like dating, second, I am not up to meeting your friends, and
third…” I run out, “two reasons should be enough…”
“Please…”
he pleaded with his dopey eyes.
“Can’t
you just pick up someone among the guys standing around the street at
Orosa…?”
“Please…”
“I
kind of figured that out, it’s only nine o’clock… I would wait…”
“I
can’t… I want to go back to bed…”
“We’ll
leave early…”
“I
don’t have money…”
“I’m
buying…”
“Do
you have all the answers?”
“I
doubt it but I pretty much thought of everything…”
“I
need one tall Latte, go get me one… take your time… an hour…” I
gave up.
After taking a long shower, I step into my bedroom, open my closet
and suddenly… I was nervous… This was the reason why I don’t want to
go out on dates… casual meeting, sure… but not dates, scheduled dates
where I get to think… What am I to wear? I don’t have anything in my
closet that was date worthy… much more, a date with my date’s friend
worthy! And I have to look my absolute best—like Prada best—for he was
just bringing me for a show… Damn it!!!
I need to gel my hair… my cousin have a jar…
I called Mike…
“Don’t
ask, I’ll tell you later…”
“Okay,
just grab a good helping of gel, spread it on both hand slowly and
carefully… then comb your hair with your hands… and that’s it…”
“It’s
not strong hold…” I said reading from the jar.
“The
better, you still have those free style wavy hair, don’t you?”
“Yah…”
“Then,
go right ahead… just make sure you cover all your hair with it…”
“Okay,
hold on…”
I
put down the phone and started doing what I was told…
I
hate hair products…
“Hot date?” he asked, “With him?”
“No,
it’s just a guy who I met whose friends are expecting him to bring a
date… I’m on it to make him look less pathetic…”
“A
good Samaritan…?”
“Not
exactly, we shagged… a good one at that and he drove me home… I owe
him a favor…”
“Sounds
like a good catch?”
“I’m
not available…”
“You
could make yourself be…”
“If
I want to, it would be with you,” I said deciding on putting on a pair
of sacks…
“Why,
that is the best thing you’ve said since you came back there…”
“I
have to go, I still need to decide on what to wear…”
“You
would never go wrong with jeans…”
“You
saw my shirts… what you think?”
“The
red one…”
I
know exactly what he was talking about… I only have one red shirt…
“Kuya
Lex, nandyan na sundo mo,” my cousin informed me.
Loose powder on my face… then I pocketed my pack of oil control
film, Kleenex, keys, an ID (encase I turn out dead the next morning),
ATM and some money… cigarette pack and lighter on hand… I walked out
of the door…
“You look great…” he said stretching forward my coffee.
“Don’t
mock…” I said.
“I’m
not…”
“Let’s go to get over and done with…”
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