Rain Man: Long Time No See
Four days later I get a text from Raymond saying heโs in Davao and heโll be back tomorrow. He promised to come see me on Tuesday. Promise...thatโs...dangerous.
Over the last few days Iโve tried looking him up on social media on google, anything. The person does not exist. He did warn me about it, he said he is trying to stay as anonymous as possible, invisible if he can. A person from my generation would find that suspicious...but I like it. I agree with it. In fact if I had a choice, I would like to not be found online as well, but thereโs a conflict there considering I really do want to be known as a musician.
Monday morning comes and I wake up to an unexpected message.
๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ธ'๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ . ๐ธ'๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐'๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐'๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐...๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐
He sent it at six in the morning. I didnโt take him for a morning person.
I dreaded replying to him because I already know heโs going toย โfigure outโ my daily schedule and record in his mind that I start my day at eight oโclock in the morning. Not that it matters but I donโt like it when people analyze me.
๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐! ๐ท๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐? ๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ'๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ผ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ธ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ผ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ :)
The first day of the week passed just like how itโs supposed to. Days are as busy as the night but in different ways. In the morning Iโm a good child. Going to the market, getting what the household needs. Cooking, cleaning, taking care of the dogs, cleaning a little more and cooking a little more is basically my life purpose in the daytime. In the afternoon I manage to squeeze in a few hours to learn new songs or write or dance. Sometimes I just sleep because house work is EXHAUSTING. I always hated the thought of being a housewife. Being stuck at home to this routine...itโs not for me. It makes me hate life. I would like to live my life working, singing, no strings attached, no real responsibilities except for my bills. The only thing to worry about is myself. This is why I started reassessing if I want a family of my own one day. Imagine being responsible for another personโs life, putting your goals and needs second or maybe third, or maybe last. Iโm not cut out for that.
Night times are better. Singing, entertaining, using up all my fake cheerful energy that I donโt naturally posses but I must because itโs part of the job. This type of work is draining too, but in a good way. In a fulfilling way. House work in the daytime is just exhausting, period.
Tuesday comes and I try my best to not get excited. Iโm seeing him tonight, for dinner first, and then heโll join me at my gig. He sent me a message earlier at six a.m.. Again. Maybe he sets an alarm and thatโs why heโs up at exactly six in the morning every day. Does that mean that Iโm the first person he messages when he wakes up? Oof..donโt get cocky now Adi.ย
๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ :) ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐ ๐๐...๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฑ๐๐๐ข. ๐ฑ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ธ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐..๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐...๐๐๐ ๐๐...๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ :)
For you...always











