Irog
November 23, 2006 by estelaaque
My phone beeps.
kenneth: f@*ng insomnia!
me: go online. let’s chat.
kenneth: waaa! ayoko na bumaba. kaka-off ko lang cmputer. i juz know gcng ka pa…
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kenneth: i juz realized that we’re both ther 4 each odr. haha! kung kelangan ko ng kausap at 2:30am, andyan c stella aque at my beck and call. hahaha
True. He’s got a point there. But it has also been the other way around. In my topak days, I have bugged him a couple of times as well. It hasn’t been always like this. We’ve been in the same office for over a year and everyone can attest that we disagreed and quarreled almost to the point of killing each other. Hahaha Wrong. I was at the point of killing him. What was it that Rochelle said before? That if he was a girl, and me a boy, I will be Kenneth and he Stella. Ewww!!! Ayokong maging bading! hahaha Seriously though, there are so much that we do not agree about. Work habits. Financial responsibilities. His I’m-young-I-can-do-what-I-want attitude. His flings and flirtations (note to reymond: mejo matagal na po yun ha hehe)… Yun lang? There used to be a longer list but I can’t quite remember anymore. But don’t flatter yourself irog. I’m just tired. And you jerk! I am blogging now because you’ve fallen asleep already. And I’m not! Fine! I will talk to Louie Musharaff! Must you give him a last name?
But my point being, I didn’t miss you (at all hahaha) as an officemate. But I sorely missed you as a friend. You’ve been a great seatmate. Our karinderya is never quite as lively now. I missed the sarcasm and the witty retorts. I missed the after-office drinks. I miss the topak modes I share with you. But hey, thanks for the tiny words of encouragement… and the giggling and the guffaw when my thoughts go off the planet. Man! I sure need the humor these days.
Irog, when the time comes you owe me a eulogy hahaha
don’t fast forward too much. too morbid to think about eulogy. remember, it’s not my task to do it for you cause i’ll go ahead of you to the fabulous afterlife - if ever i’ll be accepted there. it will be your job, irog.
wouldn’t you like me to do a wedding testimonial for you when the D-day happens? i have so much to tell. (if only mr. musharaff could speak!)
hmmmm… bag of beans, bag of beans!