Sayang

Floating in the one-more-bottle limbo between sobriety and tipsiness, I saw my friend Chino walk into the sala and tell his friend Eric slowly, nonchalantly:

Eric, Eric, tara labas tayo. Gusto mo makita si Manny Pacquiao?

Eric, in a matter-of-fact tone, says:

Sige ba. Teka dalhin ko beer ko.

And they walk lazily out of the room.

Jake and I, who were lounging on the nearby sofas, looked at each other and said:

Pucha anlakas na ng amats ng mga 'to ah.

May kamukha siguro si Manny sa labas. Kawawa naman.

Five minutes later, Eric and Chino entered the sala showing off an image on their camera. It turns out that it really was Manny Pacquiao. SAYANG TANGINA. I would've run out of Karen's house like a complete asshole and rushed Manny like the fanboy I am. And I would've gone:

Manny, Manny [raising my sleeve] pasuntok naman! Isa lang please!

or

Manny, Manny [pointing to my cheek] Isa lang, sa mukha! Banatan mo ko!

I left shortly afterwards. The picture that should've-been should be on my YM status pic right now, and on my Friendster account, and on my Multiply profile page. ARGH.