panis na, pero sweet pa rin....
Whenever I see people enjoying Valentine's Day in the most stereotypical of ways, my temper just rises. Perhaps it's because I hate anything I consider mundane, or because my lack of experience in that field is simply pathetic, or maybe I've thought of myself as an unlovable non-romantic for too long. Whatever the reason may be, one thing's for sure: I've never ever got any Valentine woohoos my whole life. Not that I haven't tried, of course... but statistically, it's always been SUCCESS RATE = 0.
I have always been an emotional toughie since like ever. I mean, if I had the power to throw bolts of lightning, I'd do that to lovers that cross my path. I've always told myself "love chokes. It kills."
Bitter?
Yes.
You can't expect me to awwwwwhopelessly romantic after living a long time of thinking I'm the ugliest person in the world... that I don't deserve to be loved since there's always a better person somewhere out to get my post in my sweetheart's arms. Insecurity much! ahehehehehehehehehe!
But then by some twist of fate, I took a total 180.
He came. He came out of the innocent question: "are you single?"
The day before Valentine's, 11 days before we celebrate our 4th month, Aleeyah handed me an envelope (from my luvtub) to which I remarked "ano yan, pera? hehehe".
I opened it and cried out "Wow!" (nope, no pera inside... but something better).
There it was... like something that was fresh out of a time capsule from my high school years... a love letter, written in two types of ink on a classic intermediate sheet, looking as if it were a secret note passed during Filipino 2 on a boring Wednesday 2pm.
It was my first time to receive a love letter.
Hate notes I'm used to... as well as mean girl remarks on post-its. But love letters? Never ever...
You could just imagine how I felt. T'was like a shower of cold but scalding soda. My smile literally went off normal anatomical limits. My heart pounded like a gang bang with no mercy.
Then I realized that something as simple as a piece of intermediate paper loaded with thoughts coming from the heart of someone you're really smitten with could wash away all my previous twisted principles of love. Boy, I love this guy!
The next day, the big V, I excitedly showed everyone my loveletter. Nang-inggit baga..
The day passed. Nothing unusual happened. Went out to do the usual.
The 15th was a bit of a pain-in-the-ass day. Of course, with a day like that, the angel in me just fades away.
My friend and I had plans of meeting after work that day, as he badly needed my payment for something daw. Ok. I went on to meet him.
5 minutes late from ETA, I closed in on him at starbucks shangrila. I quickly noticed a bunch of baloons and a rose in his hands. The usual sarcastic me said "ang dami mong dala, may date ka?"
His answer was short and simple, but it just blocked me out - "Uhmm... pinabibigay ni [David] mo."
Wha!?!?!?!?! Fakshet! Seryoso??!?! Puchanggalagits!!!
Sigarado?!?!?!?!
It took time before it sank in. 21 years of living and I've finally received flowers, baloons and a teddy bear for Valentine's day. A day late, but who cares?!?
Just like any real beauty queen being overwhelmed by the thought of "ako ang nagwagi!", I hyperventilated (with poise and all) and set myself against a post by the mall's entrance. My friend just laughed as I was rammed by mixed emotions. For a moment there I wanted to have sex.
I was sooo proud and happy I wanted to show everybody that for the first time, I held gifts of romance in my hands... ones that I didnt buy for myself. hehehehe I actually spent over PhP60 worth of cp credits just to announce to all na maganda ako at sobrang haba ng buhok ko umabot ng Japan! And I've got the flower ' n baloons 'n bear to prove it. ahahahahahaha
:-)
I really love my baby... baby baby. And I thank God every day for giving you to me... you sexy little piece of cherry-flavored brown sugar muffin waffle dumpling you...
AYABYU!!! MUWAH! SLURP! -posh
I have always been an emotional toughie since like ever. I mean, if I had the power to throw bolts of lightning, I'd do that to lovers that cross my path. I've always told myself "love chokes. It kills."
Bitter?
Yes.
You can't expect me to awwwwwhopelessly romantic after living a long time of thinking I'm the ugliest person in the world... that I don't deserve to be loved since there's always a better person somewhere out to get my post in my sweetheart's arms. Insecurity much! ahehehehehehehehehe!
But then by some twist of fate, I took a total 180.
He came. He came out of the innocent question: "are you single?"
The day before Valentine's, 11 days before we celebrate our 4th month, Aleeyah handed me an envelope (from my luvtub) to which I remarked "ano yan, pera? hehehe".
I opened it and cried out "Wow!" (nope, no pera inside... but something better).
There it was... like something that was fresh out of a time capsule from my high school years... a love letter, written in two types of ink on a classic intermediate sheet, looking as if it were a secret note passed during Filipino 2 on a boring Wednesday 2pm.
It was my first time to receive a love letter.
Hate notes I'm used to... as well as mean girl remarks on post-its. But love letters? Never ever...
You could just imagine how I felt. T'was like a shower of cold but scalding soda. My smile literally went off normal anatomical limits. My heart pounded like a gang bang with no mercy.
Then I realized that something as simple as a piece of intermediate paper loaded with thoughts coming from the heart of someone you're really smitten with could wash away all my previous twisted principles of love. Boy, I love this guy!
The next day, the big V, I excitedly showed everyone my loveletter. Nang-inggit baga..
The day passed. Nothing unusual happened. Went out to do the usual.
The 15th was a bit of a pain-in-the-ass day. Of course, with a day like that, the angel in me just fades away.
My friend and I had plans of meeting after work that day, as he badly needed my payment for something daw. Ok. I went on to meet him.
5 minutes late from ETA, I closed in on him at starbucks shangrila. I quickly noticed a bunch of baloons and a rose in his hands. The usual sarcastic me said "ang dami mong dala, may date ka?"
His answer was short and simple, but it just blocked me out - "Uhmm... pinabibigay ni [David] mo."
Wha!?!?!?!?! Fakshet! Seryoso??!?! Puchanggalagits!!!
Sigarado?!?!?!?!
It took time before it sank in. 21 years of living and I've finally received flowers, baloons and a teddy bear for Valentine's day. A day late, but who cares?!?
Just like any real beauty queen being overwhelmed by the thought of "ako ang nagwagi!", I hyperventilated (with poise and all) and set myself against a post by the mall's entrance. My friend just laughed as I was rammed by mixed emotions. For a moment there I wanted to have sex.
I was sooo proud and happy I wanted to show everybody that for the first time, I held gifts of romance in my hands... ones that I didnt buy for myself. hehehehe I actually spent over PhP60 worth of cp credits just to announce to all na maganda ako at sobrang haba ng buhok ko umabot ng Japan! And I've got the flower ' n baloons 'n bear to prove it. ahahahahahaha
:-)
I really love my baby... baby baby. And I thank God every day for giving you to me... you sexy little piece of cherry-flavored brown sugar muffin waffle dumpling you...
AYABYU!!! MUWAH! SLURP! -posh