Do You Know This Man?*

At 31, this man FAILED in business.

At 32, was DEFEATED in a legislature race.

At 34, he FAILED again in business.

At 35, his girlfriend DIED.

At 36, he had NERVOUS BREAKDOWN.

At 43, 46, 48, LOST congressional races.

At 55, LOST a senatorial race.

At 56, FAILED in a bid to become the VP of USA.

At 58, LOST a senatorial race.

At 60, he was ELECTED President of the US.


He is ABRAHAM LINCOLN.


You are never really a failure until you give up trying.


* A text message forwarded by Maria Ninette.

The World In Conspiracy

There was a soft knock at my door one night. When I opened it there lay in Joey’s palm two pieces of Ferrero Rocher chocolates. Joey said it is good for me and my headache(s).

The next day, Imee came knocking at my door with a box of Mister Donuts given by her boylet (translation: husband). She gave me the honor of picking the flavor I like most before she distributed it to the rest of the Piranhas. Of course nothing beats strawberry. I took out 2.

The next day I received one pack of Otap from Cebu courtesy of Syme. We met unexpectedly and the next day she was knocking at my door bringing with her one of Cebu’s most famous delicacy. God, I missed Cebu.

I got one suspicion confirmed. The world is conspiring for me to gain weight. So far the world is winning. But I'm not going down without a fight. Of course, I won't.

Smiley

Arman waited at our gate but for how long I have no idea. It took me an eternity to prepare myself to see him again. I haven’t seen nor communicated with him for ages. He was smiling uneasily when he saw me. Normally at a time like that we would have kissed and hugged each other. But the situation was awkward. We just settled at holding each other’s hands for a long time after we gamely slapped each other’s face.

We talked about how we’ve been. He said he was happy when he learned that I am in town. We talked about a lot of things. His travels, my travels, his lovelife, my lack of it (bwahahaha!), his new job, and my lack of it (grrrr!). But we never talked about what happened the last time we were together.

Funny, I felt awkward calling him with his name while I never heard him mentioned mine. Suddenly the terms of endearment we used to call each other become the hardest word to say.

He convinced me to have dinner with him on Sunday. He said he’d cook for me whatever food I like. I said he better make an adobo squid otherwise the dinner will not be perfect. He is a good cook. He used to cook at my place in Cebu while I always ended up washing the dishes. That is my perpetual role in men’s life. A dish washer.

I hope this dinner on Sunday will bring us an inch back towards where we left off before that unfortunate night happened. I hope so…

After he dropped me off back to my place, he sent me a message:

I’m so happy to see you. I missed you baya….

Then one missed call.

I just missed call you to verify if the number you gave me is correct. I know how bad you are @ #s. Di ka kasi nagrreply. I’m in the office now.

His message remained unresponded for three days now.

Sarap kayang mang-okray ng taong guilty… :)