I know. I’m supposed to be “bleak” – my day should always be dark, where “it is perpetually raining and the atmosphere is very gloomy.” Yes, I’m quoting that-psychic-dude-who-thinks-he’s-Serj-or-maybe-even-god. (read here)
OK, back to me.
What can I say?
This.feeling.is… exquisite. (read with wonderment… almost robotic, and you’ll get the milieu I’m in.)
Nearly heavenly.
And to describe him – ah, sigh-inducing, toe-curling, just plain – dare I say it? – orga… nic. Yesss… organic. Natural – uhm, you know, raw – very rugged. Yeah, that’s it – rugged. (organic = rugged? pwede na yun!)
Yeah, well, I saw him the other night. Boy, was he spanking! I gotta give it to the guy up there, he really did a great job on this one… alluring eyes, generous mouth, teasing smile, perfect skin – well, the kind that I think is perfect for a man – smooth, but not gay-ish…
And he’s so much fun, too! I mean, the guy’s an energizer bunny – no, not that kind – I mean, he’s totally un-boring (is there such a word?) Anyway, the whole night, all he did was make me happy, especially with his singing – yes, he sings!
And that night, he sang to me – and to at least over 200 other girls…
Yep, this one is sooo like the telenovelas we all love (c’mon, admit it, you went home early for the final episode of ONLY YOU and cried when TJ turned his back on the family fortune just so he could be with his eternally-teary-eyed jowa, Gillian)! crash. there goes my rep
The scenes were sporadic.
Me buying ticket.
Me having my peppermint spray confiscated by dagul-looking-goon-like-guard.
Me looking for “strategic” site.
Me getting tapped on the shoulder by lanky, almost-gaunt student-guard for smoking.
Me telling kid guard to kiss my arse or I’ll kick his.
Me getting that Children-of-the-corn-like feel as other student-guards gave me dirty looks.
Me screaming with skinny-tank-top-sporting-lip-pouting-15-year-old girls.
Me despising my-now-late-20s-self for being in a school fair to watch a band.
Me being consoled by my also-feeling-teenager-friends.
Me trying to grab the to-die-for songster’s… microphone.
Me laughing out loud.
Me bobbing my head.
Me screaming with skinny-tank-top-sporting-lip-pouting-15-year-old girls.
Me despising my-now-late-20s-self for being in a school fair to watch a band.
Me being consoled by my also-feeling-teenager-friends.
Me trying to grab the to-die-for songster’s… microphone.
Me laughing out loud.
Me bobbing my head.
Basta, mixed emotions! (huh? Ano daw? Ang gulo!) Diba parang telenovela?!
Uhm, no, I didn’t snort anything illegal today.
After the concert, (er, yes, in a school fair) I was… smiling.
Hey, I actually had FUN! (picture clapping, hop-skipping, wide-eyed, little girls with pigtails – at least that’s how I imagine HAPPINESS.)
Feeling exorbitantly delighted, I gave myself a literal pat on the back (with my friends eyeing me disbelievingly) for laying off the snooty-brat persona and going to the elementary school fair of Don Bosco Mandaluyong to watch Bamboo… man, if that’s not love, I don’t know what is!
… and as I was walking away from the school grounds, I only had ONE solid thought in mind: “Hayup na guard yun, ‘di isinoli yung peppermint spray ko!”
Talk about being "introspective and deep."
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