oMy google searches for the day:
1. pick up lines in the gym
2. rolling a joint for beginners
3. Unbelievable lyrics
4. xtube (forgot the addie T.T)
5. the best **** ever
6. peso exchange rate
7. what’s del.icio.us?
8. ecological footprints
9. capricorn horoscope february 22
10. working passwords.
11. how to say no nicely
12. apa footnote format
13. how to block forwarded emails
Where was I last February 14? eh?
I was on a bus nursing a runny nose. Dang. On my way to Manila for some commitments.
I am technically unattached for what seemed like ages already so I was bit more of what a friend called ‘melancholiac’. The counter girl back in the terminal even had the audacity to place me in a window and vacant seat for company. (its not that there was no time for love because some days back there was a backseat incident but, well, could be discounted as simply forgettable. Cars are cars in my life, hehe)
So I was on a bus. Pondering how miserable it was to be me. Really. I had this huge hanky that couldn’t fit in my pocket. I had to tuck it back in my bag in front (the bus has a lot of room) everytime I am done wiping my nosy business. It and the Davidoff probably did the trick. On the twelfth duck, the angel finally turned to look.
I think I blushed.
wahaha.
The hooded eyes made my heart flutter a bit and, boy, it was some time since I’ve been in that scenario and barely recovered. It felt good but I was mindful that we were looking at each other for like 5 sec already and in my dilemma whether to smile or say a word, syet I looked away. There’s this sad and wanting look about this person that took my breath away. It’s like saying: Go on take it all away. Because that’s all I have to give.
Was I being liked and foolish? lol
In retrospect, I thought eros had been dropping a lot of hints dummy. For starters it was Valentines. Second, 6 glances are way too many especially that there is an effort of turning the head a little (I was at the back.) - eight, in fact, if i include the pretense at fixing the reclining seat. This person has the family for company so they keep much to themselves in knots that I have never imagined possible. They all look good, though.
Another omen also was my seeing Djai, the scarlet girl, who is fond of psychedelic flowers and stuffs that would make you think of love in a sorta strange way. She was there when the bus pulled over.
To make the story short and to save myself the agony of recounting a tragedy, I’d like to say that I did not get a number, much less a name, much less a word. *Sigh. All I have with me is a smile.
What if I asked a question? Would there be an answer?
Okay, I know. Sorry ha, you got a loser here.
Fact: When I am travelling like that, I am 90% asleep.
Malalim man daw ang ilog,
Hanggang dibdib pa rin.
… ng bibe.
Na inspire ka no?
- Montoya
