BackPack

I was caught between sharing it to friends or write it down and post it in Face book. Hence, the long silence before I could finish it. Now why dream of this person in particular? Well, I know for a fact that dreams focus upon our thoughts and emotions, deals with immediate concerns in our life, like our unfinished business or concerns we were not able to handle during the day. It is there to teach things we are not aware of. Whatever the real meaning of it, I do not want to delve into its prophetic nature. 

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I was on my way to the train station to meet up with friends in an hour and I am a little worried coz of human traffic. We had been planning to go to Ellijay mountain resort (geez! I dun no if that resort ever existed). The agony of standing in line just to buy the stored value card is boiling down my ass. Cubao is crowded till kingdom come. I noticed this person with a huge backpack and was just across the line staring at me. Maybe coz I was already fidgety and it was obvious. I could've started cursing with my usual line "what d fuck is taken so long?" or what d fuck is wrong with the world?"I do not care less; my friends enjoy my rant like its music to their ears. I knewrright! That is a little overrated, but they are my friends so maybe it does sound good.

Therefore, this person smilingly approached. I was checking if somebody he knows' just standing behind me. She smiles, he smiled back, and only to find out at the end that he is actually smiling back at the person behind her. Just like in commercial….

So, I ignored 'em and concentrated more on how I could break the neck of the guy in front of me so I could be next in line. That did not happen. Cops all over > ☮!! I got the train pass, all right. Then when I looked back, the person was nowhere to be found. 

oNBOARD mRT

At last the much-awaited train ride and the overflowing txt messages from my officemates. "Where the heck are you...exclamation point...hey bitchy hurry...exclamation point...we're in Starbucks CG2 and the car will be arriving soon.

Shit…siksikan….sardinas sa mrt….isdog bla to ho linti….

I was in so much hurry to get off the train and out of  Boni Station di ko na pinansin somebody was calling me. Damn! This backpack is a little heavy for 3days and 2nights get-away. The super OC me that I had to make sure everything is in its place and that my bag is a place for everything. In addition, of corz I cannot get away from the city without Vince Flynn and my little Jack Daniels. 

I was approaching Starbucks  and Silverback  106 are all there when I saw  the guy with the backpack through the window of a gray van parking just across CG2's entrance. Daddy Ricky was already on top of his lungs asking us to grab coffee coz we need to leave in a bit.

I was a little surprise ng tumawid kmi to approached two parked vans.Di yata sasakay pa kami sa van where I saw the backpack person. So, gray van or red. I choose the red van. I am not too curious to check if that person is coming with us or if he does exist. I thought it is going to be a 5-hour drive so I had better grab some sleep. I turned on my iPod to listen to Damien Marley. I told Mark who is tasked to drive not to talk when he is mouth is full especially when he is driving. He gave me the smirk... I was not sure how long we were hitting' the road, Mark was driven fast. I woke up when we stopped at a gasoline station and everyone was in a hurry to get out of the van. I was even more surprise when I saw a familiar face. The Backpack Guy. Well ok…yea he’s cute, he’s dark...and I come closer to smell him…well yea he does smell good…Drakkar Noir?hmm….

 “Hi my name is and you are ok nice talking to you see you around ok.”

Finally...

Ellijay Mountain Resort…

Unpacked...

OC me…a place for everything and everything SHUD…backspace twice…SHOULD be in its place...

Chat...

Dinner...

Booze…

Booze...

Smoke...

Smo…wait…I quit smoking…I think? yea I did...

Drunk...

Drunk?

Not yet...

Getting there…

OK!

Yea I think I am…

I dun no how that person with the backpack manage to sit beside me. Next thing I know he was already talking to me.

Flashback… ❶..❷..❸..❹..❺…

Cubao train station.

Master Siomai booth eating my second siomai

Looks like that woman dropped her id.

Hmm…from ACN...I can give this back to her once the train arrives in Boni Station...

There she is standing in line…wait...

Shelly?

So her name is Shelly...

SHELLY! SHELLY!

Hmmp…

Never mind…that girl looks pissed off...

Toot…toot…

One message received.

Damn…

Tito, I’m just waiting for the southbound train to arrive, I’ll be there in a bit…

Message sent...

Time ✔: 2am.

What were you reading earlier?

Oh, a new novel I got from booksale...

Hey, you know I have some of his works as well.

You like his novels.

Yea but I would recommend Joel Rosenberg.

I got his book as well but I am doing some self-study about ancient teachings.

Like Kabbalah?

Yea…some eso and exoteric teachings…

Picture Fades….

Time ✔: 5am.

That conversation was something I never had for over a year now. Every time I had the humungous desire to talk about the complexity of life, politics, music of my choice, religion and environmental issue...damn, everyone’s just far away...I don’t have anybody to share  my ideas or somebody to give me some ideas.

Welcome, this is the big city…home of Highway 54…diverse world where man eats man...

Sleep...sleep...

I was flying with ease and enjoying the landscape below

Then I saw the word MATAWHAY RESORT engraved on a Stonehenge...So it is not at all Ellijay...its MATWHAY...at peace...looks like peace comes harder to achieve even in dreams.

I saw that person with the backpack, smiling. There was a rewind of what happened, I was glued in that conversation until 5am not realizing I fell asleep while my head was on his lap.....comfy....love it...then I saw his face up close…my husband..I am home…

Alarm...alarm...alarm...

Shit its 9pm...gotta shower...forget the train ride tonight there won’t be any...I’m so late...