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Puckering Time

It's now or never.
 

I shall dominate

The concept of being a single well-travelled 19-year-old guy who would spend his time in utter loneliness on Valentine's is horrible for some, what more for the inflicted. No dates on Love's Day, the only time of the year when I could give in to special requests for some sweet nothings, stuff like those. Yeah, I'm such a sucker when it comes to girls; I find it hard to say a heart-breaking No when she asks for something her eyes had laid upon during the course of aimless wandering inside, uhm, malls. I remember one specific event when a girl (space) friend asked me if I could give her one of those cute little bears in Starbucks last year. She went like, "Mike, ang cute oh." I knew what that means. Then I replied, "Sige, kuha ka ng isa." And the girl (space) friend screamed with joy that she had forgotten that we were in a coffee shop. But that's okay. We ended up being an item, which lasted for some horrible three months.

I've been eyeing someone these days. Months, actually. (I hope she doesn't stumble upon this site and get to read this. Terrible when that happens.) She's an uber-good friend of mine who was introduced by a common friend way back when I was a college freshman. I didn't actually recognize her existence during that time; I'm Super Dense. But when both of us became classmates in most of our subjects it dawned to me that I was getting attracted to her. Ugh, cheesy stuff. Anyway, last semester was the best time of my life because I got the opportunity to be with her almost everyday. Reminds me of that Tuesday-something song. Yuck. We'd skip classes then proceed to Glorietta for some food migrations. Then we'd make tambay in Greenbelt 3 just below the lush vegetation of the place, specifically at...Starbucks. And this went on for some good two, three months I think, then from a heightened feeling of excitement and happiness it immediately plummeted to extreme depression.

No, we didn't end up being an item. For one, she's committed to someone else whose looks won't actually suffice the definition of "handsome, good-looking, or boyfriend material." I know some of you would say that I am also none of the above - go to hell. Just kidding. But I'm being transparent. She showed me the picture of her, uhm, boyfriend and like some reflex action I quickly made a comment: "Mukhang typical na taga-(province)." Which is true, and my comment was backed up by a friend whom she had also shown the picture. We were not making things up; we're simply stating the obvious. Where was I? I didn't want to meddle with other people's relationship so there's always a little gap between us which I feel is becoming bigger and bigger. (There are a few more reasons behind this which I deem unfit for public disclosure, but I might share them some other time.)

One timely song for this is Up Dharma Down's Oo. To quote Armi in one of her guestings in LS, the lyrics say it all. Yeah, they do, and I find it annoying and lovely at the same time. Consider the lines: Kahit tayo'y magkaibigan lang/Bumabalik ang lahat sa tuwing nagkukulitan. I've been sharing this to a friend girl who I think understands me better than I understand myself. She said "'Wag mong madaliin. If you and (name of girl) are not meant to be, darating din yung para sa'yo."

Uh, Kaye, kelan kaya yun?
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At Thu Mar 15, 01:08:00 AM, Anonymous Anne retorts...

GOTCHA!!! =) DINADAAN MO LANG AKO LAGI SA TAWA HA! HULI KA NGAYON! ETO NA ANG EBIDENSYA VILLADOZ. MAHAL MO TALAGA SI.. *toot* shhh... yaaaa... *sinister laugh*    



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