the rebel in me

Being a rebel has many derogatory connotations that come along with it. It suggests tattoos, piercings, weird hair cuts with even weirder colors, a strong disregard for authority and of course, horrible fashion. On the other hand, I’m now telling you that we all need to listen to that rebel within us, if only for a moment!

discovery

i needed to talk to carlos munda kasi i have this document that he has to sign (a request of a friend). anyway... his cellphone kept on ringing... nobody answered. so, i called up his office landline and the conversation went like this: man: hello! me: hi! is majal (carlos' assistant) there? man: wala siya dito, eh. (sounds like carlos talking) me: is majal still working for carlos? man. yes. me: who is this please? si alice nga pala ito, friend ni carlos. man: brother ako ni carlos. me: owws. ha! how come we did't know he has a brother. hindi nga... tagal na kami friends pero hindi ko man lang alam may brother siya. man: hehe! my name is jaf. i will tell kuya... me: jack? man. no, it's jaf. may meeting kasi siya sa tagum daw. i will tell him you called, mag meet yata kami after lunch later. me: okey. sabihin mo lang si alice ang tumawag ha... pero wait... bakit nga hindi namin alam may brother pala si carlos. ayaw niya siguro landiin ka namin. hehehe! man: hehe! me: wait... so how old are you? man: 30. me: see... magkaedad pa talaga tayo. man: laughing me: okey... thank you, jaf!. =end of conversation= wala lang. until now i still couldn't believe that caloy has a younger brother. antagal na naming mag friends but kami ng mga girls (gen, meldy, sandra...) never man lang had the chance to meet his brother. i am wondering... carlos might have protected jaf too much, ayaw niyang ma-expose sa amin. another thought... gwapo malamang si jaf. hehehe!