UFC was scheduled for Manila and one of my closest friends was chosen as ringside commentator. Israel Adesanya’s fight was the main event, I saw the poster but couldn’t see his opponent. I was so thrilled for the event that I found myself in the middle of the venue (SM MOA Arena), busy talking to people. It was a blur. It didn’t look like we still had a pandemic; perhaps a few years into the future. Maybe my numbers were wrong, I’m not sure if what I saw was “UFC 286”.
Before the event started, my friends and I posed for a pic with my buddy UFC commentator, all of us in suits & ties, having the UFC Octagon as background.
“Who’s your co-host?”, asked a friend.
“Covington retired.”, answered my close friend. (Awkward response)
“That’s it!”, said another close friend. HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
A group of ladies, you included, also posed for a pic right beside our spot. I heard the photographer saying, “Producers and Event Organizers!! Cheese!” I saw a high school classmate of mine among the group and the wife of another close friend with you.
“Where’s your husband?”, my tall friend
asked another close friend’s wife.
“Moving around, fixing things.”
My high school classmate happens to be one of the founders of URCC in real life, “The First Lady of URCC”, as she is/was called. On center was a famous local celebrity, LIZA SOBERANO, who later cheered for my friend— as she appears to be his girlfriend. “Our friend is so handsome!” exclaimed one of our friends. HAHAHA!!!
We eventually crossed paths after these photo ops.
Your group and ours dispersed and you went straight in front of me, head on, tightly pinched me in the arm and slapped my fist. You walked away saying, “Make it solid!”, grinning at me while looking back. I stared at you, bit my lip, rested my hands on my waist and whispered to myself: “What the heck is this woman trying to say?” [So weird!!] HAHAHA!!!
Turtleneck sweaters suit you. I think it was gray or green. I’m sorry, I become ‘color-blind’ in my dreams sometimes. HAHAHA!!! Your jacket, which was tied to your waist, looked like it had colors of the Philippine flag. You also wore a long skirt and white running shoes. So pretty.
I felt this “in-between emotion” of being in the middle of getting annoyed and getting excited, like I also want to pinch your cheeks. And I swear, you’ve made me feel this way many many times in the past, in the real world, when we were still ‘close’.
Close friend UFC commentator chuckled and said, “What are you looking at?!” And then it abruptly ended there, I didn’t even get a chance to see Bruce Buffer and Adesanya’s opponent. I woke up feeling the need to pee. HAHAHAHA!!!! I couldn’t sleep again, hence this early morning blog entry for today.
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(*Sigh*) I miss you… so much.
I pray that whatever happens someday, wish I would wholeheartedly accept everything. Because we don’t own tomorrow. We are all anxious at some point, in our own way. And coincidentally as The Holy Scriptures say, “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself...”
There is a beam of light I see. I don’t know how much longer I must wait or if I should wait at all, but I’ll wait for you anyway. For as long as I can.
May God bless your household and
everyone you hold dear. Stay safe always. ILY.
