Non-JE post. Warning: too much mushy stuff in here!
I never expected that I would be spending three days with my “special someone.” Yes, I do have someone special right now but the person behind the vague term is a mystery. I’m not the type who kisses and tells, I’ve been through that stage but I already outgrew it. I’m quite the shy type nowadays… *Ahem*
Who would expect someone like me would fall head over heels for someone other than myself, to the point of going back and forth Intramuros, Manila and waiting in front of Lyceum for about an hour and a half. Note: I’ve already given you a clue.
Prepare as I bore you to death...
It all started with my daily trips to Dangwa, Manila to buy roses for the 25th of January. I thought that by going there early in the week, which is the 21st, it would help me secure a good deal and remove extra emotional baggage and stress for my part.
I ordered eight-dozen short stem roses for about 480php. I gave the man 300php, as down payment and told him I would return on Friday to claim the flowers and pay the remaining balance. Because of uneasiness, which is quite normal for me, I returned on Thursday to remind the man about the flowers. But when I got there a different man greeted me instead.
I found out through the help of the men sitting outside the store that the person who sold me the flowers is not trustworthy. He will ask for a low price and will give you low quality flowers and would even ask extra payment for his services which was bad for someone who is way behind the budget.
The new guy proposed a deal with me. He would give me the eight-dozen roses I ordered but this time long-stem ones and clean ones in that matter for 700php. The deal came unexpectedly because I was frustrated with the loss I just found out and I don’t have any money left to spend for the flowers. But I was confident when the guy told me to leave 250php for down payment, what a relief, so I agreed. He is also said to me that he is the son of the Brgy. Chairman of Dangwa to assure me that everything would be all right. So he claims.
The next day, in the wee hours of morning, I came up to pick the flowers, he asked for an extra 150php as I gave him the payment because the flowers were hard to came by that day, shipment is on the afternoon, and he told me that he added extra flowers so I agreed. How foolish am I? I’m so gullible, I counted the flowers and it was short of 4 flowers for it to be eight-dozen but they’re simply adorable.
I went to Lyceum after hanging around UST. There I was standing with eight-dozen flowers in my hands at the gates of Intramuros waiting yet-again. Then my “special someone” along with a few classmates came out of nowhere and greeted me. That someone can’t believe that I came there with a surprise, sure we talked about it on the phone but I did my very best not to divulge the secret. Surprise, surprise, surprise! The face was red all over as we walked under the Parian with the roses on hand. We went to the Rizal Memorial Swimming Pool afterwards for their P.E. class.
I sat there almost dying in shame. The classmates are always looking at me as they wade in the water. Even though I got acquainted with them in the first week of January they seem warmer in welcoming me now that I’m a mainstay in their swimming classes. Some of them even went up to me to ask me some questions. This AB Journalism student was interviewed by a bunch of nursing freshmen, it was scary now I know how it feels to be put on the spot by people whom you don’t know. The girls were all giddy, hiding fits of laughter and amusement as they eye the red flowers, with jealousy, covered in newspaper to hide the obvious fact that it was flowers, another stupid idea that obviously didn’t work. The boys too were staring probably thinking why didn’t I think of that. After that we went home to our house to eat chips and watch DVDs, I tried instilling Japanese culture into that someone by putting on Boys Love without subtitles.
Random Thought: This year’s crop of Thomasian personalities seems to lack in the beauty department it’s good that the pageant is called the Search for the Ideal Thomasian PERSONALITY. At least the contestants wouldn’t worry about being laughed at because of their hideous exteriors. It’s the brain and heart that counts on this runway.
After classes I hurried home to take a quick shower, I didn’t go to this make-up class because I have a previous engagement that’s been planned for weeks that is very hard to turn down. About two hours or so I was in Lyceum with a huge bag on my shoulders waiting for my “special someone.” We’re going to someone’s best friend’s debut. Our first stop is someone’s home. I got to meet the mother, the beautiful sister - the only one in the household who knows about our relationship, she found out two days ago prior to my visit, the older brother and this cute little kid. Anyway, I waited and waited because someone was preparing everything that we’ll need for the debut. The mom brought me some snacks and there I was, shrinking back to my seat because a sudden wave of shyness drowned me. The sister commented something while I was inside the house, she said in Tagalog: “If you’re finish with him, can I have him? He is so handsome.” I couldn’t believe it, someone as pretty as her has taken a liking to me and she is my age, well actually four days older but who cares.
After that, the next stop was a friend’s house. I met the friends. And the comments were making my head bloat, “he is really good-looking.” And Everyone was so nice to me and I really appreciate it because Taguig is a place I do not know, it’s a comforting thought that when you are in a strange place there are smiling faces ready to greet you whenever. We were squished inside the car and drove to Makati for the debut. We got lost looking for the Makati Sports Complex. Minutes later I feel out of place. Almost all of the friends are there, high school friends. They were talking about school and stuff, about how they find their first year in high school. I was so shy because I was two years older than most of them but the friends were very accommodating I bonded with some of them, of course the pretty ones. *Laughs*
The debut came like a breeze. I sat there without knowing the debutante but it was all right with her she was so nice. The punch was amazing, orange juice with apple tidbits with a mix of gin. I’m glad that I was able to control myself from drinking too much.
Then the clock stroked twelve it was our 1st monthsarry. Almost every one of the closest friends greeted us. It was very embarrassing.
Random Thought: Partying is nice, especially if you do it almost every day.
The next stop was Temple, bar and restaurant, in Greenbelt 2, Makati. A friend of my “special someone” paid for our entrance and all he could say was “Enjoy,” it was very nice of him, really. We were in the VIP lounge of Temple, another treat from a friend, sipping Bacardi, those drinks that costs 1500php a bottle.
I got my first taste of Bacardi and it was amazing. It’s not as strong as gin but this rum surely packs a punch. Because we couldn’t take it all in we settled for ladies’ drink, a Bacardi mix on rocks with a cherry swimming inside.
It was night of pure partying. The tightly packed dance floor was filled with paparazzi as we called them because they have this professional cameras going on and off every time. I got frustrated because there was a case of “a-not-so-unique-outfit-on-someone-else’s-back.” I was wearing Ana’s Christmas gift for me, the Rico Blanco Human Tee, and I saw it on two different people that night. But I didn’t care because they didn’t look half as good.
We went to Starbucks after and ordered some frappes. We were planning to stay a little bit longer but the mosquitoes are feasting on us so we decided to go to the debutante’s home for the after party back in Taguig.
We drank San Mig Light and fatten ourselves up with the extremely sweet variants of cupcakes. It was almost seven in the morning and everyone was sleeping but we didn’t, we just talk and talk and talk. It’s nice to get to know your partner better. I’m fond of conversations so I enjoyed it, that’s the weird part.
We walked around the place, went to visit their high school and the church. It was fun relieving my “special someone’s” past. It couldn’t get any better because I got to spend 16 hours straight with my someone and I’m sure it will continue for a long time.
For the most part this is a blog of all my insecurities for those three days and my time with my “special someone.” But then again it became a review of alcoholic beverages, my insights about fashion, and became a sentimental sort of thing. This is a pretty weird post.