after a book launch i was not able to attend, i was talking a friend and his girlfriend when i saw someone familiar. or rather, i saw someone's back
, that looked familiar.
"wait. i know that back," i said, while i excused myself. it was honest and absurd at the same time, and my friend found that pretty amusing. maybe there's some sort of novelty there, recognition outside faces; i mean, i have a a near-sighted friend who could identify me from meters away by how my body moves when i walk
. i guess we take those things for granted.
anyways, it was the guy who likes cherries
whose back i saw.***
"you should publish your entries into a book," i told him like i've never told him that before. which is how much i've faith in what he wrote.
one of the saddest things about the latest loss of files was that i lost those entries of his i was able to save from a livejournal glitch two years ago. the entries was lost from the livejournal servers and i was able to retrieve them from my offline copies.
he mentioned about secret lives. that although the idea of writing a memoir appeals to him, he can't do it until he could reconcile his secret life to his public life. "my secret life is just as valid as my public life," he explained. "but there's the division."
it's all about wanting to be open. "i still can't be open about certain things," he said. and to that, i could relate to him. one foot still in the closet
, as he said.***
i'm trying to remember how we started. we were talking about something which ended in me pointing at his "imaginary friend":
"...so you're talking to your imaginary friend now?" i asked.
"what?" he countered. "i thought he's your imaginary friend?"
"i don't know know him. you haven't introduce us."
"that's weird. i though you knew each other. he's been groping you for some time now..."
and so on and so forth...
funny thread. it remind me of another conversation, with another friend, about watching the sunset.
"that it be in some place remote," he was saying. "some place far from the city."
"some place where there's no phone signals?" i asked.
. that's too much.
"someplace where there are trees. and you're there with your friends. and suddenly ninjas would appear from nowhere and will attack everybody. you'll suddenly launch into martial arts poses and you will defeat them single-handedly."
"what, and then you'd fly
"no. but you get to rescue everybody."
in the end, it was a different person that i was with, watching the sunset.***
we (the guy who likes cherries
and i) got to talk about local LJ "celebrities." like **** is a celebrity. and ****. and ****. and of course there was him.
"****'s popular, though," he pointed out.
"yes. but he's not exactly a celebrity." i considered his case. "he's popular. he has many friends, but he's not exactly a celebrity."
he doesn't have a cult following?"
"yeah." i said. "like, i was a semi-celebrity for some time. people i don't know actually read my journal." we thought of it some more.
"yeah, but it's because you'd write in this manner: weird layouts and font colors. i don't even bother, except for my year-ender entries."
"hehe. it was all in the presentation. but to your credit, you're one of the few people who'd write long entries that i enjoy reading from start to finish."
what can i say? it's mutual admiration society.
"i think that's how you define it," i said. "i mean, people used to follow your journal a lot. people who'd just read without telling you they read your entries."
earlier, he said he missed the old LJ lifestyle. of writing everyday, of wanting
to write everyday. and how the old crowd has disappeared.
it's life. it has eaten most of us, i think.***
at that ever-reliable mcdonald's, we stopped by so he could pee. outside was a guy wearing a mcdonald's parody shirt: it said marijuana
"cool. i wish i had a camera. i'd've asked if i could take his photo," i told him.
inside was another guy, wearing a better-looking mcdonald's shirt, with the mcdonald's slogan written all over: i'm so lovin' it
"that's even cooler," he said. "and the guy's cute, too."
we came across the same guy on our way to the terminals. he was walking ahead of us, with his girlfriend.
"okay, you grab the girl, while i grab the guy," he said in undertone.
... i'll grab the guy, while you grab the girl. that's fair."
"maybe we could push her off. oops! accident. so sorry."
and all the while the couple were just in front of us and could probably hear the two of us buzzing behind their back.
some time before that, we were in a convenience store buying ourselves drinks.
"so which do you think is better?" he asked me. "mineral water A or mineral water B? A is P9.25 but is 320ML. B is 350mL but is P9.50."
"what? i don't have time to compute it." (actually, B is less expensive.)
"okay, i'm taking A."
"why? it's less expensive?"
"no. it's a better shape. see? you get a better grip
"oh, it's all about aesthetics now, is it?" i tried to raise my eyebrows.
innuendoes lose their fun when written in text.