“Nice to be back...!” People say it to express relief, satisfaction, elation or even fulfilment of one’s long time aspiration or desire. In my case, it’s all of the above. I felt relieved that Alice, the food vendor recognized me; that John Lloyd the parking attendant’s welcoming smile was all over his face. Elated, well, because for the time I’d spend inside this ‘old home’ would somehow negates the level of stress that had bottled up inside of me. Fulfilment? Ah, because...how shall I put this without sounding malicious...because we all have physical requirements that we need to satisfy once in a while; either we do it by our lonesome self or we do it with someone else, or even with a group of willing and able people. ‘told you! But you’re reading it wrong! I’m referring to how I felt the moment I saw the “Olivarez Plaza” sign on the right facade of the building. It was last Sunday late afternoon when I came back to Laguna, after an extended stay in Quezon province. I haven’t even unpacked my bag when Rose texted me and asked if I’d like to join her at Rally Point; I informed her of my coming, thus she knew I’m back. If air travellers can claim jetlag, I could say I’m still bus lagged...or horse lagged. Which by the way is politically correct, depending on your mode of transport. So don’t feel dumb if you say you’re suffering from “body lagged’, when you’d been riding your bed partner the whole night...whole day. Wink-wink!! OK, where was I...Ah. Rose then invited me to play at OP on Monday, which was yesterday. “Open na ang OP partner”. I offered to pick her up at 10am; I was at their place a little after ten. When we got into the court, PJ’s the only soul in there. He’s back being the utility guy. Rose invited other players, including the MWF guys who are now Rally regulars. The only one who came was Larry. We played in foursome, PJ being the wild card. Guiler showed up. He came not to play but to inspect the court and facilities; an advanced party. His first subject for inspection was the men’s room; we three watched him as he turned the corner and went inside; he came out with look of satisfaction “OK na, p’wedeng magdala ng polding bed”...I guess the smell of naphthalene can put you to sleep, ‘coz that was the smell of that CR. Sabi ko nga parang pumasok ka sa loob ng aparador. He also asked about the lighting. “Ang mga ilaw ba eh kompleto...ah, may punding dalwa d’on oh, pero p’wede na din ‘yan (i said to myself, kung lahat naman ng inspector kagaya nire, ibo-blow-out mo pa). Next he asked “ay ‘yong tulo ba eh nagawan na nang paraan?” But he answered himself logically “sabagay pag umu-ulan lang naman may tulo”. Indeed. So he sat down and started texting; he said he’d text everyone, (group message yata tawag d’on) to inform that if they want, they can go back and play again at OP. Starting Wednesday. Obviously, the text meant for the MFW Group. The thing is “message sending failed!!” Wala pala ‘ika load. So, through this space, I’m saying what Inspector G wanted to send out: “dito ako lalaro sa ‘merkoles, ewen ko sila”. Before ending, I’d like to say 10-q (salamat) to Brother Larry for the nice lunch. Pati si Mario umabot. And who knows, maybe I’d be inspired again to fill this space with blah-blahs and elicit comments like “what-the-f..ck-that-guys-is-saying “. On this MWF 2013 site, it’s nice to be back.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 09:10:25 +0000
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