Friday
I decided to go straight home from work to make things safe. I want something and I want it badly. But then I thought there’s nothing wrong if I would spend an hour of dinner with a guy who has an underwear-dropping mischievous smile and who thinks that his cigarette breaks should be spent calling a girl, who’s busy working, just to play teasing games for 10 minutes. (Well what can I say? I’m a pro!)
One of my overly protective friends decided to pick me up after dinner. He thinks I’m sick and staying out with a Grrrr-guy is not a good thing. Had a therapy before going home. Cold shower... Brrrr...
Saturday
7:30 am. So sleepy and so hungry. I stood up and went in front of the mirror. I am freakin’ blooming and I haven’t fixed myself yet and combed my hair. Eeeek! Cupid!!! You are so dead!
As I was having my breakfast, my mother gave me a small pink hallmark paper bag. She said it’s for me. “Late birthday or Christmas gift?”, I asked. She gave me a smirk then a grin. My mom can be so exaggerated at times.
“Inaantok pa ko. Ano po bang month na ngayon?” (I'm still sleepy. What month is it now?), I inquired. I have this tendency of forgetting dates and time when sleepy.
“Anak, February na. Valentine gift yan. Binigay nung neighbor natin. Galing daw sa cousin nya” (Child, it's February. It's a Valentine's gift given by our neighbor. She said it's from her cousin), she answered before leaving.
Thank you ... Santa Claus.
I opened the bag and saw a CD. It was a CD of Christian songs. Hmmm… safe. Then I saw a white envelope with a card in it. Oh my gosh. There’s drama. I picked the envelope and noticed that it was a bit thick. There was a letter inside. Oh my goodness. There’s more drama than I thought. If this is a 1 page letter, I would *sniff*, if it’s two or more I would cry so loud.
And I did. Cry so loud, that is.
It’s freaky how someone you haven’t seen tells you about how pretty he thinks you are, how nice your smile is and tells you that it must have been God’s will and fate that he saw you at this date and at this time.
I locked myself inside our house the whole weekend.
FY1606
I decided to go straight home from work to make things safe. I want something and I want it badly. But then I thought there’s nothing wrong if I would spend an hour of dinner with a guy who has an underwear-dropping mischievous smile and who thinks that his cigarette breaks should be spent calling a girl, who’s busy working, just to play teasing games for 10 minutes. (Well what can I say? I’m a pro!)
One of my overly protective friends decided to pick me up after dinner. He thinks I’m sick and staying out with a Grrrr-guy is not a good thing. Had a therapy before going home. Cold shower... Brrrr...
Saturday
7:30 am. So sleepy and so hungry. I stood up and went in front of the mirror. I am freakin’ blooming and I haven’t fixed myself yet and combed my hair. Eeeek! Cupid!!! You are so dead!
As I was having my breakfast, my mother gave me a small pink hallmark paper bag. She said it’s for me. “Late birthday or Christmas gift?”, I asked. She gave me a smirk then a grin. My mom can be so exaggerated at times.
“Inaantok pa ko. Ano po bang month na ngayon?” (I'm still sleepy. What month is it now?), I inquired. I have this tendency of forgetting dates and time when sleepy.
“Anak, February na. Valentine gift yan. Binigay nung neighbor natin. Galing daw sa cousin nya” (Child, it's February. It's a Valentine's gift given by our neighbor. She said it's from her cousin), she answered before leaving.
Thank you ... Santa Claus.
I opened the bag and saw a CD. It was a CD of Christian songs. Hmmm… safe. Then I saw a white envelope with a card in it. Oh my gosh. There’s drama. I picked the envelope and noticed that it was a bit thick. There was a letter inside. Oh my goodness. There’s more drama than I thought. If this is a 1 page letter, I would *sniff*, if it’s two or more I would cry so loud.
And I did. Cry so loud, that is.
It’s freaky how someone you haven’t seen tells you about how pretty he thinks you are, how nice your smile is and tells you that it must have been God’s will and fate that he saw you at this date and at this time.
I locked myself inside our house the whole weekend.
FY1606
3 comments:
Beauty is a curse :p
Still aren't used to secret admirers? Hahahaha
Locking yourself in your room is a mile better than you hiding in places where you will fit or throwing stones at persistent guys who only want a small chat with you lol! We are all happy you have grown! Lmao
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