rants and ramblings

savior

Today, just when I was about to die of boredom and depression--my phone rung. On the other end of the line is my savior - Niño. He lives all the way from Chicago. How did he know that I needed rescuing? It was great hearing his voice again… the last time we talked was Sunday I think. So, there... With the rain pouring outside and me dying of boredom. --I couldn't be happier to hear his voice. It's like eating ice cream on a hot summer day. He asked me how I was and I said that I'm not so fine since I'm having depression attack. So we talked for a while… well actually not that "while" -- much longer. We talked about his day and his work. I asked him about his "girls" … hehehe! Then we talked some more--- and some more. He asked me why I'm not going to school today-- I told him it's raining so hard I'd rather stay home and sleep. I hate the rain and he loves it. tsk! tsk! I asked him if he knows how to sing-- and he answered in the positive, I asked him if he plays the guitar -- and he does! I asked him to sing for me. So he grabbed his guitar and started playing. The best part of it all -- I get to make requests. Wooooo hoooo! So there, it's already late in Chicago that time and yet he sung for me-. Harana he serenaded me.. in term of the new millenium-- jamming.

When it got really late like 4 am (his time, 5 pm my time) he really has to go. So I said my goodbye and thanked him for calling me. "malakas ka sa akin"--he said … hehhee! He knows what to say. He said that I'd be fine and I'll get over it. I do hope so. And he asked me to pray for it. I told him that I stopped praying a long, long time ago. I think he's right… I should start to meditate on myself, my action. When I got all things straightened out. When I cleared my mind from all its clutter. When I find peace. I know no more attacks for me. Niño assured me that he'll always be there. I just wish he's not the type that breaks promises. Too many broken promises for me-- I don't need another one.