it all boils down to the doorstep.

The weekend said goodbye;

Friday made a record breaking event. i fed ducks! i was up-chucking all the food i took, i was literally on the restroom floor, hugging my bestfriend of that moment : toilet bowl. so boo tanduay for now.

it loved me in bukidnon and cdo, but i don’t think it liked me here in cebu, in my own room people! ahurp!

but puking was better than cleaning the floor while sleeping on it, or being brought to the hospital for passing out, and having to get Alcohol Intoxication as the diagnosis, but flirting with the handsome doctor can give me a bit point of considering the event, hoots to Sylvia!

I slept around 11am from that 3am tanduay festival, together with the doritos, nagaraya and chekehe mehe, it was good time really. and i can’t wait for a re-run minus the puke, sweep/sleep the floor, hospital thing y’know.

so at around 2pm, i woke up. and realized that lunch with Steamy McDreamy were waived in exchanged of blank drunnk dream. i rushed my drunk ass to the nearest bank and got moolah. then back home.

i dozed off while waiting for Steamy  McDreamy to finish his troubleshooting so we could hang out for dinner instead. but, his troubleshooting had me troublewaiting and i don’t want to be irate again and he doesn’t want it too. then i din’t realized my eys closed. i slept! when i woke up, he was still at it, and my stummach was growling. so i had to eat. Poalo G, remember the funny guy? he texted and wanted to chill, so yesiree! i have a dinnermate. but he was as well, very late, i can’t keep up with the stummach, empty? i ate at Roma, alone. my Godfather’s Chops. hmmm… Then Paolo g and his friends plus my firends. in mango. bur. they decided to go dancing and me still dizzy lazy with tanduayee. but i still had my shots of beer, so washing after half of the day. my fingers, was the whole time on the phone with Steamy McDreamy/TroubleShootie! he is still on it. yes, scheduled lunch? gone [but because i dozed off]. the dinner? passed. *eyes rolling* and so what’s next? after two minutes, i think it was even less, i set foot at AutoShop, i decide to part away with the gang, and wait [yes, again,wait. w a i t] for Steamy McTroubleShoot at home and chill there. so home it is. and officially, saturday. he arrived later than expected? what else is new? hmm. then we had food at McDo then.. *jizzz jizz jizz jizz jizz* [-- that is a sound effect! or atleast try to imagine it as that. like the ones you hear when your fave tv station ain't got signal or has already singed off] sorry. private!

So so saturday morning. it started with a distraction. and poof! i just got the hell out of the early action. this does not happen before, so why did it even snap in, in the middle of the deed?.. i was terrified. he was, hmm, he had his usual calm face, but i saw the smirk of wondering. leave that there.

We had Lunch at Gerry’s in SM. We were wandering the place in literally, our slippers! ack! and my hair? disaster! uooh, i looked really bad, but was hungry. who cares?.. [i do] but i just had to stand up for it. i mean, i can’t shop clothes and change, i din’t even had a bath yet! yes people, and it was my first time. in SM without my Out Clothes, no bath, no.. hmm .. zip.

We saw rocky and milky, his neighbors, atleast we had company for say, 10minutes. so no OTL topics for me at that time. phew! i really don’t wanna talk about anybody at all. but i had to. because if i don’t, Steamy McDreamy starts to pull up a Not-So-What-I-Want conversation. and it freaks me. y’know serious things. ugh. yea yea i’m the chicken. or maybe a rat in rot. whatever you like.

so walking walking walking in SM.. Then WGA’s niece.. seeing me and him.

it bothered a bit. but after awhile, wtf! who cares? oh and did  mention? we also met this maniac friend of WGA. eeehhheew. i remember my puke in the toilet when i saw that maniac. he can be a maniac if he was good looking, but at his face? naaah, he’s dreaming too much. he’d better pack up and set foot to Mars! now i feel pissed. i wish i punched that asshole back then, so i wouldn’t get this kinna chance seeing him anywhere. well, anyway, a fugly maniac can’t let a Princess-in-house-clothes down. who dah? *better*

Then, we headed back home. Cookies and Sambos for his aunt in tow.

And the distraction? is gone. and i don’t even wanna talk about the last hurrah for saturday. it’s too Is-That-Me.

Those days were gone, and it was meant to.

but the highlight of this all, is the part when he had to go and we were standing by the door.

and the issue of WGA has to be brought up. he said : what about our friendship?

i couldn’t be sorrier after hearing it. but i did not choose to be here as well.

if he was worried about their friendship, mine wieghs even more. the friend he was referring to is the dad of my baby.

but i did not question the fact, because again, i did not choose to be at this.

and i would give anything just to be out of this, or no, maybe tab my life the way i want it to be. cioz right now, honestly, i don’t even have time to ask “how about me?”..

but then again, this is here. i’m here and he is in it too.

They cannot be bestfriends forever, that’s a given. but that man, will always be my baby’s dad.

we got start weighing things, and start learning to know what questinos should be best asked and kept.