The other side of me is boring. I’m having more fun with Jake.
By day (or depending on his shift) you’ll see an ordinary twenty-something hiding behind his RayBan aviators walking toward his office in Q.C. He’s wearing a grey bomber jacket that he inherited from his dad with some old t-shirt inside that has a bold print or some ludicrous statement written on it, a pair of jeans which he bought from Penshoppe (cause its cheaper there) and a pair sneakers from Nike that his sister brought home from the U.S. The sling bag he bought in SM is wrapped around his shoulder and the stick of Marlboro Lights around his fingers serves as his only other accessory save from the suspicious Adidas earphones on his ears. His Skullcandy headphones broke just a few weeks ago.
His hair is all messed up. It looked like he’d just risen from the bed but it was messy in a sexy way of course, like after sex messy. He looks like a snob. His eyebrows are furrowed as if he’s been thinking really hard or just simply annoyed. The jeepney ride he took on the way to the office must’ve been unpleasant, maybe he got stuck in a traffic jam.
He’s walking really fast so he must be late but he’s not. He always arrives early. At least 30 minutes before his shift begins. He enters the building and heads straight for the elevators. He pushes all the “up” button and waits for the first one to open. He pushes the button with the number that corresponds to his office floor. Once the elevator stops and opens he’ll walk toward the reception and punch in his ID and wait for the machine to say “Thank You”. He walks to his station and open his computer. For the next 8 hours he’ll stay there seated, writing. He occasionally goes down for a 15-minute cancer break or eat lunch in some fast food chain surrounding the area.
Once the clock hits 5:30 he’s bound for the door. He’ll take the same route he took on his way the office to get home. He puts on his earphones and turn his iPod on. He selects either an album or an artist or from one of his playlists. He’ll get lost in thought for a while thinking about some random stuff. He couldn’t wait to go home.
Once he enters their house he’ll be greeted by his 8-month old niece whom he’ll play with for a little while. He asks his mom, “What’s for dinner?” and she’d reply, “It’s on the table.”
He walks over to see what her mom prepared or bought from the turo turo near their house. He then grabs a plate and a pair of utensils. Once finished with his dinner he’ll grab his towel and head for the bathroom. He’ll light up a cigarette and smoke. After the last puff he’ll walk over to the shower and bathe himself.
He dries himself clean and put on fresh new clothes. His pambahay na butas butas seem perfect for the hot and humid weather. He hits the bed, checks his phone, and sets up the alarm. He’ll sleep for a good few hours and that is if he decides not to watch his favorite shows if they’re on. Family Guy, The Simpsons, and so on and so forth. If he does decide to watch he’ll sleep late and might wake up with a little headache again.
He wakes up the next day to the sound of the alarm and if not from the voice of her mom screaming, “Papasok ka ba? Anong oras na? Baka ma-late ka” He rises from his bed and walks downstairs.
He finishes his morning routines. He asks his dad for konting barya para sa pamasahe. He then kisses his mom on the cheeks, waves goodbye to his adorable niece and walks out the door.
His day starts over again. ★