Yosi, Halo-Halo, Pandesal, atbp.

Madaling araw na gising pa ako.

My clock says it's 2:30AM and I'm still wide awake.

Ginutom ako kanina kaya bumaba ako para maghanap ng pagkain. Mabuti naalala ko na bumili ako ng pandesal kaninang umaga at may natira pa.

Nakaupo ako malapit sa pintuan ng veranda ng kwarto ko. Sa harap ko ang isang platito ng pandesal na may palaman at isang basong iced tea. Malamig ang panahon pero naisipan ko paring mag iced tea. Adik lang ako in fairness.

Habang kumakain at nakatingin sa kawalan, bigla kong naisip ang dati kong apartment sa Baguio. Sa Fergusson street. Ganito kasi yun, malapit sa apartment ko nung ang isang bakery kung saan nabibili ang pinakamasarap na pandesal sa buong Baguio. They have freshly baked pandesal 24/7 at mainit pa talaga pag binili mo.

Naalala ko ang kaibigan kong si Lyve, how she'd come to my apartment and we'd stay up till the wee hours in the morning. Nagkwekwentuhan lang kami. We could do that everyday and never run out of things to talk about. We'd talk about the same topic for two or three hours at syempre hindi mawawala ang yosi. We could finish 3 or 4 packs in two hours. I'm not proud of that by the way, I really need to cut back.

Nilapag ko sa platito ang pandesal na kinakain ko. Palaman nito ay butter at coco jam na bigay ni Parker. Healthy no? I took a sip from my glass.

I remember how Lyve and I would walk around session road at 2AM in the morning. Dedma sa lamig, kakain kami ng halo-halo sa chowking. Mabuti nalang open yun 24 hours.

Sa aking mga loyal readers, I'm sure you'd remember who Lyve is. This blogpost has been way overdue to be honest. I haven't blogged about Lyve for a long time because I rarely get to talk to her.

Here's the thing, she's married now. And pregnant. Oh and by the way, her husband hates my guts. He absolutely hates the living shit out of me for reasons that Lyve and I could not fathom. There was even an instance where he was insisting that Lyve and I had a relationship.

"Do you want me to email him a picture of me kissing a dude just so that he'll shut the hell up?!", I asked Lyve.

"Kahit ata gawin mo yan, he still won't believe it," she answered.

But yeah, Lyve has a different life now. A boring one if you'd ask me. But she's happy. I don't believe I've ever seen her that happy. So I'm happy for her.

I looked down at my plate.Ubos na pala pandesal na kinakain ko. Sa isang lagok, inubos ko yung natitirang iced tea ko. Nilapag ko sa platito yung baso ko. Hindi ako umalis sa kinauupuan ko. Kalagitnaan parin ng pagmomoment ko.

Do I miss those times when I can call her anytime during the day? Or those times when I'd go to Baguio and she can fetch me at the bus terminal? Or the sticks of ciggies we'd consume? Of course I do. All the time.

But she has other things on her plate now.

And I have other things on my plate as well. We both have seperate lives to lead.

But there are times when I'd look back and remember those moments when Lyve and I would stay up until 5 in the morning and over ciggies, we'd talk shit about everything. No holds barred, no rock left unturned.

I miss those times.

And knowing her....

I'm sure she does too.