I Am The Walrus

This year has been so exhausting, even my Saturdays are filled to the brim.

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12mn was the tail-end of a three-hour videoke session over at the studio apartment of my longtime girlfriend and dance-partner-for-life, GTQ. (We may hardly see each other because of our schedules, but when GMPI parties, she and I just gravitate towards each other on the dance floor). We started out, of course, with Tinaputi’s signature videoke-session-opener “Crazy for You”.

GTQ is one of the rare citizens of this country blessed with a Magic Sing. Gotta love it. Only in the Philippines would people buy a microphone worth P8,000 — which is, by the way, minimum wage — that has a catalog of more than a thousand songs so they can sing their hearts out until dawn.

Here’s how valuable this gadget is: Annual Christmas party. Raffles. They give away TVs and we’re clapping . They give away ipods and we’re clapping. But when they give away that one Magic Sing, we are on our feet, screaming at each other, crossing our fingers, holding our breath as the veep picks out the lucky name. “Gen Torrejos!!!!!”

As for me, my videoke staple choices are Alanis Morrissette and Mariah Carey, who in music terms don’t exist on the same planet.

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10am, got Cojie’s card. Teacher tells me two things: that my son dances fabulously and that he’s second in his class. Which, to me, also means two things: he’s his mother’s son and that he’s going to be a virgin until he’s 25.

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1pm, got absolutely lost in Paco, Sta. Ana on the way to my soon-to-be-missus-girlfriend’s house to have us bridesmaids get measured for our gowns. The best part is having all five of us together: TDL, RT, MP, TB and myself, with our schedules and crazy lives getting in the way of even coffee.

I especially missed MP who left GMA a few years ago and who hardly ever sees us anymore. My little sister girlfriend has a love problem. Well, poor girl always has a love problem haha. But with this one…. ah hell, I didn’t know what else to say but slap on a condom. 

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4pm. Was supposed to watch Madagascar2 “Iliketomoveitmoveit!”) in Powerplant in Rockwell but I didn’t want to go home so late. We just decided to sit and have coffee and watch the rich and famous walk by. Powerplant is all adorned with Christmas stuff now, it’s beautiful. And a little sad too. Hayyy, Pasko na naman.

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7pm, hurried back home for my sibling equivalent, Bojie’s 29th birthday. Can you believe it? The little boy I used to pick on and push around is on his last stretch in his twenties. And I still pick on him.

So tired.

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There’s so much emotion in me right now. Such overwhelming emotion over a situation that should seem familiar — and therefore, I should be cautious about— but I’m really hoping isn’t.  This feels real for me. This feels sincere. It feels true, even. Real, sincere, true.  That’s how I can best describe it.

I remember an X-files episode where Jose Chung goes “It’s amazing for a writer to know that hypnotism can be such a powerful tool with nothing but the use of words. Mere words.”

I get that now.