Rumors Through Captions

Just because I posted this photo in my other blog recently. And wrote in there,

This is how it looks like, a family portrait. The only question, who is who? Funny how people take it, and start making up something...

Because after I chucked up the sponge, went away to take retreat and finally settled in this place, people back home just won't stop straining their ears of what have been and or, how are things with me after my state of extreme confusion. They want to find more glitches in my blemished life. Can't they just be kind to me? I am thoroughly worn-out of same unsounding speculations over and again. Not all saints have halos.



Oh, him! His name is Gian Carlo. My older sis', Achi, baby boy. But Tita Minnie Mouse (oh, that's me --the Minnie Tia) is so fond of Mickey Mouse (thus, Mickey Baby). If only we have all the time in this world, we'd watch Mickey Mouse Club over and again to the umpteenth time. No matter how tired Minnie Tia is, Mickey Baby will always have his way. Because Tia loves to hear his shrieks of laughter, how he hugs Tia when asked to be comforted, the sorry-look on his face when being reprimanded or just the way his lips move when he says sorry, he kisses Tia on the lips every time and always tell her 'I love you'... The reason why I always want to go home as soon as I can. Tia would never trade their 'sanely-gibberish' conversations with anyone. Because he wipes Tia's tears whenever she's in her moments. He listens to Tia's daily monologues. And sing with her whenever her heart feels lonely. He hums along eventhough he doesn't understand the Japanese song. When pointed out if he understood, he gives Tia that smile and would just say 'Hai'.

Yes, my days and nights evolve around him. I tag him along wherever I go. My little dashing debonair. My constant companion. My avid fan. Tia's baby Mickey.



His the guy at issue. My confidante. My home away from home. Because whenever I miss home, he is just a call away. Then, the call knows no end. It will go on for long hours, and it continues through YM, then back to phone again. It's a cycle. So to shut him up, just press power off and I leave my mobile phone off for a while or days. Though he doesn't bother me everyday, not anymore. But once a phone call (eyes rolling)... unending conversations. What's the use of end-call-button, anyways?

So people, people who knew us since time immemorial... when we were still dragging our way to the gates of Saint Columban till high school. You should know better what's between him and me.

I am not married. Not yet. And don't worry if someone comes, the whole Saint Columban family will know about it. Or, even our little town in the Philippines.

Why hide if it's time for me to sashay the aisle of the cathedral? When the rest of the world will be there because they're all waiting for that. Second, am I to apprehend that my long since friendship with him is of any difference now just because we've grown up? Think of it, if he followed me here, he should've been there wherever I went to. He's a corporate slave, and work gives him the benefit to go to places. A year or two of stop-over here and there. Isn't that cushy at his very young age? Besides, all your brilliant skewed ideas make us tickle in vanity.