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Breakfast is like an unusual thing. For someone who works during irregular hours, it doesn’t actually serve its name right if it’s your last meal for the day. Last Saturday after my night shift, Bryan fetched me from the office and brought me to Eastwood for a very beautiful breakfast. The weather was perfect – thick clouds blocked the sun but no rain poured down. Most of the restaurants were still closed and those that were open surely haven’t ended their Fridays yet just like me. There were isolated groups of people having their meals in those establishments that remained open and I wasn’t sure if they were having breakfast, dinner or lunch – there was a call center nearby so I knew agents would flood the area from time to time.

We proceeded to Heaven and Eggs. It was my first time in that resto and my first time in Eastwood after three years. It felt so classic like a scene in a contemporary movie shot in a veranda of peaceful house in the country – sky blue walls, white wooden tables and chairs, flower boxes on the ground, lots of plaid… If it weren’t for the view of the bars outside and the hanging angel decorations holding oversized eggs, it would have been so convincing. Or they should’ve put up white fences outside and a real cow or a rooster. Hehe! But the experience was superb. We’ve been to lots of restos before but this one’s really great. I have my new favorite. Bye Fuzion.

The food was so great that I felt like crying. It happens all the time when I’m overwhelmed by the taste and presentation of my meal. I had the best combo of toast, eggs, sausages and a milkshake while he had enormous pancakes and a fruit shake. See! I told you it’s classic. I thanked him because it was the best breakfast I’ve ever had. Really. I am so used to eating fast food everyday so such encounter with “real” food totally amazes me. After an hour-and-a-half of eating and talking, I was so full that I had to unbutton my pants and loosen my belt – and he didn’t notice that. Haha! We walked around Eastwood for a while before we headed home.

Haaay! Every time I think about it, I feel like doing it again. I wanted to try each item on the menu but I was really full and I couldn’t hide my big tummy anymore. Haaay… So many scrumptious food, so little space. Hehe! But anyway… There will always be beautiful Saturday mornings for us. Thanks again Bryan. Visit his blog – you’ll like it.

Last Saturday my friends and I checked-in at Cloud 9. It was a moment of peace and another dose of that easy escape from the noise of Manila. I love that place (especially at 3AM): the amazing view of the city lights, the sentimental cold breeze and the sweet silence that almost makes you feel completely private. Ironically, I noticed, this momentary silence that supposedly should give you a relaxed mind and time to rejuvenate doesn’t really come as simple as that package. It shuts the outside noise only for you to hear completely the rage going on inside – hence making it a bit more stressful. That’s why I wondered, which one now is the easier escape?

Several days, back in the city, after the “little drama” that occurred in the hotel room, things went back to normal. By normal I actually meant complicated.

Each of us has teleserye stories – issues that we can’t completely figure out – that we got ourselves so used to being there that it doesn’t feel different anymore. We’ve learned to deal with them perfectly in silence amongst the noise of Manila and subconsciously not hear their thunderous call for resolution because it’s simply easier to not talk about them. Games that we keep playing because no matter how we try to end, we just can’t identify who wins and loses. Or maybe because, quoting Soy: nakasanayan na kasi.

I know SHE has a problem making the right choice. I know THEY are having problems dealing with each others’ past and differences. I know HE is trapped in a one-way relationship. Had they been books, they’d be not-so-beautiful stories with very convincing cover arts. You’ll never know how bad it is unless you actually dig into the pages. They: SHE, THEY and HE are all convinced that one day things will be fine. No matter how their stories get resolved, all they know is a happy ending awaits in these forbidden games. Stories that are kept silenced by the loud bangs and booms of Manila waiting to be heard once again up in the cliff where you can take your dose of supposed sweet escape.

I told you I’m the kindest person in the world. Monument should be erected in my honor. Hehe… It must be the most liberating thing that has totally opened my eyes to the real “real” catch of this never-ending story. I almost believed, yet again, and it’s all my fault. Thank God for accidental logins. Surely it’s meant to be slapped right onto my face just to confirm my instincts. I can’t blame myself for it. Hmmm… I’m gonna keep it as a reminder that, well, they’re right – some things never EVER change no matter what. I can’t do anything about it. But you know… Some other things do. And at times, they change for good. No matter what.

Every single moment I spend with RJ, wherever it may be: from high profile rock concerts down to humble coffee conversations, is such a liberating moment that frees up my suppressed thoughts. She’s like my living blog – hehe! She’s a practical person with plain straight-to-the-point opinions that make sense without beating around the bush. It’s easy to talk and easy to listen – a very smooth conversation indeed. What really amuse me about our trips are those spontaneous moments that just come about like “I’m here. Where are you?” We just hit a random place, start talking and things turn out exceptionally good.

Yesterday after visiting Mom at the cemetery, it was still early to sleep and I was on leave so I decided to go out and get a haircut and a facial. Destination: Makati. I don’t really let other hairstylists do my hair except for this cool girl in Glorietta. Disappointingly, she was on leave too. Darn! I had no choice and so to my dismay, I just went down to Powerbooks and cancelled my facial appointment. Another bad thing – I must be really unlucky – because the book that I was planning to buy since last month was out of stock. They only had this UK version that I didn’t settle for because I knew it just wasn’t it. Geeesh! RJ was my savior. Hehe… She was around Makati as well so we met up and had dinner.

We went to Fuzion, my new favorite place. A very colorful restaurant with the best chair ever. Really. It’s soft, it’s orange and it fits my length (you see I’m a tall guy so I need more leg room and this chair just held me like it was designed for people of my size). The food was superb too. The best honey-lemon chicken I ever had. But it really was the color that got me into it. Hehe… Anyway, I also contacted Ice and Kaye but because of my ever unreliable cellphone, I missed their reply by an hour and they were on their way to Antipolo when I called back. Blessing in disguise? I guess. That moment was really made for only RJ and I. No hassle. No inhibitions. Plain cool night for rocking friends having another good time.

After our bright dinner we transferred to Ice and took a sip of cocktail and that’s where it all spilled out. We caught up with our stories. I learned new things about her and she found out about the saga I’m going through. Just as I expected, she understood. No more tears for both of us – it was like we’ve outgrown that state of mind where every drama is worth a hallmark moment. It’s like now, we see it as whatever happens out there is a lesson learned and never something that should be sensationalized. Though I hate it cos I believe I’m still too young to be taken into the adult world, I guess I have no choice. And things like those – when we suddenly realize how far we’ve gone since we first became friends and how different people we’ve now turned into – it’s rewarding. It’s like a taste of vindication for us after the shits that we both sufferred from.

We all need time to stop and look at ourselves. You know, a laid-back moment to think about and be thankful for the blessings that we receive everyday. Life’s a shit sometimes no matter how fairly you play. And once in a while we just want someone to give us a pat in the back for a job well done and tell as that we’re good. And I didn’t realize it would happen as a regular trip to the salon in a very unlucky day.