REPOST: ssdd.2

After a day’s work, I try to catch the last northbound rides of the Metro Rail Transit to get home and sometimes, I would drop by SM supermarket just minutes before its closing. Last Wednesday, I rushed to the supermarket to buy a sandwich spread, condensed milk and some garbage bags to be used in an experiment. I felt an awkward sadness that Christmas carols were already being played.

While I was at the milk rack, my beautiful next door neighbor saw me and said, “Oh, Kuya! Ikaw pala. Masarap ‘to, ilalagay sa Graham crackers tapos papalamigin sa ref…” The television advertisement was playing in my mind as she held a can of Nestle cream.

I nodded and smiled at her, and courteously excused myself. She smiled back and went on with her cheerful shopping. She might have already nicknamed me Interruptus for the several times that she had broken her intimate embraces with her boyfriend while at the terrace when I arrived late at night and passed by them.

When I got to the apartment, I was behind my second door neighbor who yelled to her boyfriend “Hello sweetheart” as she entered their unit. I passed by the third door where the lady I saw at the supermarket resides, her boardmates who are also a couple are having their dinner.

When I reached my pad, I opened the door and called out, “Honey, I’m home!” Just like in the movies…

After I put the sandwich spread and condensed milk in the refrigerator, I hurriedly jumped to bed, kicking my shoes off and snuggled under the sheets…

In a modulated voice, I ordered “House, aircon ON. 16 degrees Celsius. 5 hours.”

Published on: Sep. 15, 2011@ 22:06

*Repost para sa pagdiriwang ng ika-anim na taon ng pagsusulat ni Gillboard sa blogosperyo.

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19 Comments

  1. Fiction ba ‘to? Malapit na ang Pasko, Ser. SMB? Hahaha!

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    • taribong

       /  September 15, 2011

      Haha true to life yan. Tagayan na! Oktoberfest muna, tapos All Saints Day tapos Christmas!!! Thanks, GasDude!😀

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  2. isa lang ang mensahe nito sir tarbs, praktis sa pagsasabing honey i’m home dahil later on, may sasagot na sa’yo ng ‘saan ka ba galing at ngayon ka lang?’ hahaha!…at hindi matatapos ang paliwanagan!

    ang bagsek ng bahay mo, voice comamand lang ino operate yung mga appliances!

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  3. kuhrach

     /  September 16, 2011

    until somebody actually welcomes you home, it doesn’t go away. but it gets better. or i guess you just get used to it. whatever “it” is.

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  4. joeyvelunta

     /  September 16, 2011

    sir tarbs, pang taglamig talaga tong post na ito. Brrrrrrrrr months na kaya ayus ang may ka MOMOL

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  5. lababo

     /  September 16, 2011

    Aww.

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  6. awwww… I was so ready to feel sad. SSDD nga.

    pero pero pero…voice-activated ang appliances? aba naman!!!

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  7. hahaha! i lili lili lyk it, kuya tarbs! \m/

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  8. Huwag kalimutan na bago ang Pasko ay may Oktoberfest muna. At dahil miss na miss ko magkoment ng walang kwentang koment sa post mo, eto na.

    Na-meet mo na si Harvey, The Boyfriend?? Sa palagay ko hindi pa. Shet nahiya na akong ikwento. Pero dahil kapalmuks ako, eto na.

    Minsan nagyaya syang mag-Sogo. Galing kasi kami sa tito nya malapit sa Guadalupe, medyo gabi na din nun at wala ng MRT kaya pagkakita nya sa Sogo sa Guadalupe ay parang gusto na nya pasukin.

    Alam mo sabi ko?

    “Umuwi na lang tayo sa condo at buksan ang aircon, para na din tayong nag-Sogo.”

    Ahihihihi. Hindi ka ba nagtataka kung bakit ang dami kong kwentong shit dito? Hindi ko kasi pwede itong i-blog. (:

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    • Ipagpatuloy mo lang yan, welcome ka parati dito. Tutal, secret blog ‘to bwahaha Mai-friend nga si Mamita sa peysbok.😀

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    • bakit parang nag-Sogo? pareho ba yung itsura ng condo sa room sa sogo? magkasinglaki ba ang condo at ang room ng sogo?

      Oo, inaanalyse ko talaga. ahahaha!

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      • Oo, Kaye. Maliit lang ang condo ko sa QC, parang kwarto lang sa Sogo, meron lang lababo yung bahay ko. Mas malaki pa nga ang cr sa Sogo.

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        • lababo

           /  September 20, 2011

          wag kalimutan ang ipis. Hehehehehehehehe. Magkita-kita na tayo! Mas okay magbatuhan ng comments sa totoong buhay.

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          • Game! Nasabi ko na ba na may condo si Mamita sa Ortigas? Shala shala ang dating. Walang nakatira dun pero may access kami ni Essy. Pwede tayo magbatuhan ng comment dun para tipid BASTA maglilinis tayo pagkatapos. Walang bed o foam, pero may comforter. Pwedeng mag-swimming sa 4th floor. Let me know kelan. Basta timingan natin na hindi dun pupunta si Mamita at wala pang rumerenta.

            Ang saya sa blog mo tarbs, kahit ano yata pwede ko sabihin. (:

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          • O kaya, sa Madison muna tsaka punta ng Ortigas. Na-mi-miss ko na ang Madison. Hindi pala ako pwede this weekend, next weekend pwede na. Just saying. (:

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          • Ituloy na yang swimming sa condo ni Mamita! Sayted me much! nabinyagan na namen ang swiwing pool! Halavet!

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  9. Ang lamig ng pag-iisa. Sa mga araw na meron akong trabaho, hindi ko mawari kung bakit ang madalas ko na lang makita sa kalasada ay couples. Parang automatic na sila ang nakikita ko. Minsan pag malayo, nagzo-zoom pa ang paningin ko. haha!

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  10. “Just like in the movies”…darating din someday na leading man ka na…di na sa movie…tunay na.

    Buti remote/voice activated na yung aircon mo…kapag may Honey ka na…bawas na yan sa utos sa iyo ni Honey…at kahit papaano ay may mauutusan ka pa…hehe.

    God Bless Tars.

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  11. baka type ka ng mga babae dyan sa kwento mo. pinaparinggan ka ng “Hello sweetheart”
    😀

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