Mga Salita Sa Likod Ng Mga Katagang “Okay Lang”

Kahapon, umuwi ako sa Sta. Rosa, Laguna para dalawin ang lola ko. Bilang siya yun, at lagi siyang nag-aalala sa’kin, kinamusta niya ko.
“Okay lang.”
Narinig ko na lang ang mga salitang ‘yan na para bang nagmamadaling tumakas sa mga labi ko. Marahil ayaw ko kasi siyang mag-alala. Marahil ayokong ipakita ang kahinaan ko. Marahil ayokong magmukhang hindi ko kayang panindigan ang mga desisyon ko sa buhay. Pero kung anuman ang dahilan kung bakit nga ba “okay lang” ang sinabi ko, ang tanging sigurado ko lang ay eto ang mga katagang nagtatago sa likod ng “okay lang”:
1. Nagzezero balance ang ATM account ko.
2. Oo, nalilipasan ako ng gutom – minsan dahil sa dami ng ginagawa, minsan dahil sa kakontian ng salapi.
3. Pakiramdam ko ikamamatay ko ang Manila traffic.
4. Suyang suya ako sa trabaho, tipong gusto ko na lang maging sugar baby.
5. Inaabot ako ng hatinggabi sa maligalig na mga daan ng ka-Maynilaan.
6. Kumakain ako ng mga luto na hango sa imbentong recipe ng feelingerang-inner–chef-self ko.
7. Ayokong buksan yung mailbox dahil hindi naman mga postcards galing sa mga kaibigan ko sa Canada yung makikita ko don kundi condo bill, electric bill, water bill, internet bill, at kung ano pa mang epal na bill.
8. Higit sa lahat, hindi talaga ako okay.

Mga Salita Sa Likod Ng Mga Katagang “Okay Lang”

Thank God It’s Thursday

Last night, my solid clique since college freshman days, decided to waste the night away at Bunk Bar in Mandaluyong. It’s a hidden bar located at the 8th floor of a residential condominium (Jovan Building) in Shaw Boulevard, in front of PCSO building.

At first, the place was sort of sketchy because the building looks old and the elevator was under maintenance (we were forced to take the steps til the 8th floor). But all the calories were worth burning when we reached that hidden haven up above.

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Aside from the food and drinks, Bunk is worth coming to for its music and ambiance. The quality and tone of the environment were fit for anyone who just wants to hangout and forget the world for a little while.

Bunk took me to a completely different turf, like I wasn’t in Manila at all. The traffic was an eye-candy, with all the lights from the seemingly toy vehicles below. The whole place was engulfed by the city skyline, not to mention the mighty glow brought by the lightning. It’s the perfect spot to spend the night chilling after a day’s worth of stress from fulltime jobs and whatnots. For a moment, Manila was not the energy-draining, godforsaken place that it is. For a while, Manila brought peace, rest, and comfort. For once, Manila was the home it never has been to me.

Thank God It’s Thursday