I looked at McDonald's from outside, saw some customers having breakfast, or maybe snack, whatever! Suddenly, I felt like wanting to eat my favorite longganisa rice meal which is one of their breakfast specials. I started walking towards McDonald's but another fast-food chain caught my eye, then suddenly, I crossed the other side of the street and started walking towards KFC. I was thinking of ordering their classic chicken meal with lots of gravy in it, but another food chain caught my eyes again. Then suddenly, I started walking towards Chowking thinking about their emperor beef noodle soup with matching pork chowfan rice meal. Darn, I'm getting hungrier all of a sudden. I stood in front of Chowking's main door then suddenly. . . suddenly, I thought of her. . . I already held the door handle but let it go, because suddenly, I lost my appetite that very moment. It just came to me that I haven't gone to any of those establishments for quite awhile ever since she left the country. Maybe, I don't feel like eating at McDonald's anymore, or KFC or Chowking, or any other restaurants or eatery where we used to eat our favorite meals together, not without her. . . I went back to the streets, finally light up my cigarette, and after i finished it, rode a jeepney going to EDSA highway to ride M.R.T. (Metro-Rail Transit). . .
On my way home, I kept my eyes busy looking at every part of the Metro that I'm seeing during the train ride. I suddenly thought of all the places around the Metro that she and I have been when we were going out together. Memories of us keep flashing back again. . . movie watching, food craving, shopping, leisure, previous workplaces, peers and everything else. I miss her, I miss her real bad. . .
I closed my eyes preventing those stupid teardrops from falling, keeping my eyes stubborn from all of the dramas happening inside me, and after awhile, I felt peaceful. Then suddenly, I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder. I opened my eyes and I saw a security guard, standing in front of me, asking me politely to aboard the train. I nearly laughed at myself out loud , didn't know that I fell asleep during the trip. Maybe I was just exhausted yet again from another busy, nerve-breaking, brain-tiring shift at the office. I walked home, changed clothes, then finally went to bed. . .
Lying in my bed while still thinking about her, my eyes suddenly soared my entire room. There's my old pair of jeans which she bought for me when we went to Divisoria market before her birthday 2yrs ago, the leather belt on it and my wallet which I received from her as a gift, a backpack used for hiking she gave me before she left abroad, there's also the Telus lunch bag and some t-shirts that was from her which are newly washed and my favorite books by R.A. Salvatore, which is a birthday gift from her, I think. . . Hugging my pillow tight while thinking about those belongings I received from her, I even hugged it tighter. Then I suddenly realized that the pillow itself was also from her, even the very bed where we used to make love before, the same bed where I'm lying at, is from her as well. . . Too much memories, I couldn't help but shook my head, then went downstairs to make a cup of coffee since the God of sleep left my consciousness already.
As I took a teaspoon from the dish dryer, I suddenly realized yet again, that even the effin' dish dryer was from her too. I finally burst laughing out loud which called the attention of everyone in the house. They asked me what's the matter, I just answered them with a cheap smile. . .
I went back to bed after that, realizing that shit really do happen. . . . . suddenly. . .
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