I need...

I need Richard Dacalos to invite me to one of his impromptu sleepovers where all we eat is microwavable chimichangas or take out pizza and all we do is call Krystal Lao, Kristine Chan, Carlos Frogoso, Felix Ganchoki, Judy Antonio, Kathy Taylor or Tess Rivera until their parents come along and make them hang up. I need Gene Bautista to drag me around Metro Manila chasing another one of his girls on a school night hoping that maybe somewhere along the way, I can find someone for me too. I need Carlos Frogoso to call and tell me that he’ll be at the mall and so-and-so are already on the way. I need to dream of going out to buy ice cream with Tess Rivera and then actually go out and do it the next day. I need Krystal Lao not to realize, when she brings me to the roof of her condo building that that look she’s giving me in that dress she’s wearing will stay etched in my mind forever. I need Kristine Chan to talk to me until three or four in the morning on a school night, only hanging up because one of us is nodding off. I need to sing One Sweet Day or Mmm.. Bop at the top of my lungs in the hallways of OB Montessori Greenhils with Ken Sy without knowing half of the meaning of the song and without a care in the world for anything else. I need Felix Ganchoki to know exactly how I feel about Kathy Taylor and we’d sit there both stuck, not knowing what to do about it. I need relationship advice from Judy Antonio and Tess Rivera that will make me fall in love with them. I need Lady Angsico to break my heart over and over for three years until I’ve finally had enough. I need Hugo Rafael to be my coach on life again, to tell me that I’m a trend setter, to force me to dream big and to be the older brother that my older brother never wanted to be until it seemed too late. I need Kevin Yu to ask me how I can climb like that without any training. I need Lawrence Mistades to bring back stupid old stories about how much of a loner I am in the gym. I need Suzane Davies to shout at someone! I need Krissie Coseteng so that Ria Valera and I can share her belly as a pillow for a nap on the crashpads before climbing. I need Ria Valera so I can watch DVD’s at her house while her brothers Igo and Vito Valera try to get in close with our group of friends. I need Det Uy to make me sing the only lyrics I know of Total Eclipse of the Heart (“Turn around!”) while she fills in the rest of the lyrics. I need Gax Ilanan to shout my name as I walk in through the door of Power Up as if they hadn’t seen me in years. I need Cams Venturina to make me buy pasolubong for my mom and sister even if I don’t have any money left. I need Coy Woothritch to booth jokingly and awkwardly call me "boyfriend" when her real boyfrend had mutual understandings (MU's) with both Lady Angsico and Krissie Coseteng, each before they became my girlfriend. I need Maman Salada to jokingly call me "hon" as in "honey" because he missed his girlfriend on the three week trip from Boracay to Iloilo to Cagayan de Oro to Davao that was only supposed to be a weekend in Boracay. I need to have a crush on Trisha Yaokasin again and have those two days back so I could say what I was really thinking, so I could fight for her. I need Cat Ocariz to invite me to her house but not tell me exactly how to get there so that I’m asking for directions on winding empty streets towards the innermost bowels of her subdivision so that I feel like I’d left Metro Manila half an hour ago. I need Mansy Abesamis to wear her heart on her sleeve when she gets tipsy or drunk. I need Owen Sanico to nod at me and continue the conversation when I think that no one understands what I’m trying to say. I need Carmela Causgbu to stutter in English, stop and try again in tagalog. I need EJ Gamboa to kidnap me while I’m studying and drive a bunch of us up to Antipolo for some drinks. I need Royce Cardenas to trail run right along side of me when the guides make a run for it while the others get left behind. I need to bivwack with Pappy Tagabay on Mt. Kanlaon of all places. I need Rap Santos to wait outside in the rain in God knows what Pulag temperature because Mads Constantino and Tammy Mendoza are inside the tent changing for an hour. I need Jacky Chua to take over my TL duties on the way to La Union because I’m too hung over to do it myself. I need Mike Lu to get excited over something so seemingly trivial like a font, an insect or a certain shade of yellow. I need Des Llanos-Dee to trip me for no reason on EDSA walk like we’re in grade school or something again. I need Brian Balagot to be so obsessed about guitar, b-boying or weight loss that its freaking inspiring. I need Geric Anonas to be so brutally honest that it’s funny. Or Ace Ramos to give me a very gay tickle from behind and laugh in my face about it. I need Nikkos Santiago to play old school (not Rayan Cabrera) music from his phone while we drink until someone passes out. I need to meet Nikkos Santiago, Cholo de Villa unexpectedly in Boracay when I’d been preparing to be alone on that free trip. I need Earvin Martinez to know the Katipunan street kids and talk to them like equals. I need to sleep on the floor in Herbie Natividad's new and literally empty condo unit where all we have to eat is various flavors of intant noodles all mixed into one giant bowl and all we have to do is drink, listen to music and talk. I need King Echiverri to kiss Gene Bautista on the lips to make girls squirm and guys feign throwing up. I need [Name removed to protect the person's character] to hide his gayness from me while trying to squeeze gossip out of me. I need Martin Villanueva to tell me something I never knew about a writer I’d always thought so distant from myself. I need Martin Villanueva and Lee-Anne Tobias to get me to get lost driving them to Ginny Sonico’s house only to find out that she doesn’t have a doorbell and our phones didn’t work and the maids weren’t answering the door because they thought that we were some kind of delinquents with nowhere else to hang out. I need Cindy Custodio to talk about Tata right in front of Cor and how she hugged us at grad. I need Jerome Chua to tell me that burgers come in cans in Germany and to laugh at and judge famous terror teachers as if they were contestants on America’s Got Talent. I need Paula Peralta to tipsily break her heel and ask me to break the other one so that she can walk properly and on the same night, I need Lee-Anne Tobias to have a crush on a college freshmen who actually turns out to be a high school senior. I need Ria Macasaet to openly cry because she bumped her head on the roof handle of my car. I need Blockdo to play that game that time that we said we'd never tell and leave me with half an hour of sleep the night before I had to run 10k at the King of the Road on the heels of Pappy Tagabay. I need Rico Diaz to be the perfect boyfriend to Ail Ty and I need Ail Ty and Tammy Mendoza to suck all of my secrets from me until the weight of the world is suddenly divided by three. I need Bianca Silva to be my baby and to really act like a baby with all their need for hugs and attention and doting. I need Geline Velayo to shout out loud how fast she saw me run by during the Orienteering test after Mt. Cristobal. I need Nana Enerio to take care of me like how she always takes care of everyone else. I need Julian Suarez to attempt to sing an entire alphabet worth of Karaoke songs in one sitting. I need Raf Reyes to ask me another follow up question. I need Julian Suarez, Nana Enerio and Raf Reyes to be game for anything. I need Kaye, Jako, EJ and Charize Robles to sing our grandma a Harana and sleep over at Kayes, eating junk food, watching foreign asian films and making deep, deep confessions for no reason.

I need these moments in life that make me feel like I’m alive and these people who make them possible. I kinda need them now.