Nobody puts baby in the corner.

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It was a long agony waiting for my shift to end. It was the same as it was almost everyday, too chaotic that we even forgot that we had to pee for the whole 12-hour shift. So I was really looking forward to clock’s landing at 1900 hours. Patty and I agreed to run after our shifts at the start of our one week stay at Mylene’s place. Her sister is on a vacation and we got worried about her living alone. So as an offer of our concern for her welfare, we invited ourselves to crash her place for the whole week. It’s safe to say it is a win-win situation for her.  Going back, Patty and I were both having a shitty day and we asked Rashlee to come and fetch us after work. The same routine, he’s gonna pick Patty first then me. Despite of having a long haul hell of a week, we still gathered enough energy to run. So we texted Mylene and Soban (who refused to run that night, btw).

We were planning what to eat after a distance run. That is always the way it goes, we run then eat. Studies say that your body metabolize thrice as much as its normal rate 1-3 hours post long run and that is our shitty excuse. Rashlee was laughing, like it’s a new conversation, while me and Patty were debating whether it’s Korean food or home cooked meal by Sobs. When we got to Mylene’s place, Sobs was helping her preparing the drinks and ice in the backyard. Mylene lives near CDC Parade Grounds. Too near, I swear it only takes 10-15 steps. I don’t know why I am jealous about it, either that she’s that close to our favorite running trail or that she lives in Clark–away from all the chaos and noise of Angeles City. It’s not that I hate where I live, but I would love to be where you don’t have to worry that your neighbor is trying to hit a high note of Aerosmith’s Cryin’ at two in the morning.

Anyway, we didn’t really have that distance run after all. Predictable. Wait, I didn’t have the distance run but Patty did. I fairly think she’s got something going on in her head, she had a good run. Anyway, what happened was Rashlee and I got easily tempted because Sobs brought along her famous Sisig Bituka. It is one of the best and to die for–I don’t know how they do it but it is one of the food I keep on going back for in case I go somewhere abroad. So after I took a quick shower, I headed straight to the backyard and started eating like a beast as always. Patty joined in after a few minutes and we found ourselves talking about plans over the year. I was talking about my upcoming English exam which I was not even prepared of while Patty is already looking for agencies for UAE.

We were making fun of how our week is going to be. I demanded that there should be house rules just to avoid conflicts because we often act very maturely whenever we decide where we should eat (#eyeballs360) or whenever who’s gonna wash the dishes. Some of the rules that were mentioned are refusal to make use of “Good Morning” towels, no stuff/fluffy animal toys (cuteness won’t even charm us), no ceramic or porcelain display of any kind (be it the most valuable ancient vase or ornament that is) and calendars from any hardware store or wherever entrepreneur chain that is. We settled into a census that this is not even going to help us survive the week without experiencing arguments but we still chose to stick with it because it is more fun.

I excused myself going to the loo (oversharing, I know) and left them for a few minutes (again. oh dear). When I came back, I grabbed one glass of water and as I was about to head back to the backyard, something held me and pause for a moment. Outside, there was Rashlee with his high-pitched laugh as if he’s gonna sniff everything around him in an instant. There may be times when he’s misunderstood but he’s always willing to listen whenever Patty and I got boyfriend problems. Sometimes, he never really had to ask  and just invite us venturing out our comfort food whenever he sense that we’re not okay. Then Sobs, who was the one making cheesy jokes, who never fails to be your reliable friend when you’re in need. She sees to it we’re being taken care of like she’s got this mother figure in her already (How?). I remember one morning, both Patty and I were doing a morning shift, we woke up having perfectly ironed uniforms and breakfast that was set ready on the table. She takes care of everyone without being asked as if it is a reflex in her.

Then there was Patty, trying to hold her laughter and point out that it is the lamest joke she ever heard. One thing I’ve learned from Patty is that there’s this love that you should give wholeheartedly and that it shouldn’t settle in a mediocre level. That’s how she is, she loves the people around her unconditionally and with no reservations (*wink). She’s also someone I can talk to comfortably whenever I got issues in my life because she sees to it she makes time for her friends. Meanwhile, Mylene is sitting with her legs crossed, smirking and not really paying attention because she’s pissed that she’s not holding a sub zero beer. I must say, I don’t know how we’ve gotten into this friendship. Unexpected. Anyhow, out of sheer luck, she became one of my gems. A true friend willing to put Bones or Once Upon A Time on hold to answer my call–drunk or sober. Someone who sends us a wallowing kit (consists of my favorite chocolates) or mango ice cream in the midst of boy problems. She’s a good listener to every mundane rants and ramblings I talk about and most importantly, she tolerates the nerdy side of me.

Looking through the glass sliding door, I observed how oddly we ended up together as friends. We’re all different yet our friendship ran naturally. One picturesque view I wouldn’t miss for the entire world.

When I got back to my seat, Rashlee was getting his car keys while Sobs and Patty started getting up and looking for their wallets. Mylene smiled, “Guess what? We’ll hit Korean town and grab some Melona ice cream.”

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