So today felt like crap became a person and attacked me at every second. No, i'm not being poetic nor am i exaggerating; today crap.
the fx ride home. As i was waiting for the jeep to take me to the post office/fx station, i became aware of the girl wearing the UST fitness(yes. it's a pe.) uniform.
then, as the jeep neared the post office/fx station, we both got off and joined the queue that was already ballooning. at that point, my gut bells were ringing. as in ring, ring, ring. y'know, the kind of gut feeling that somehow whispers "go on, go on. talk to her. it's all right; she noticed you too."
so we waited in line, for what seemed like forever. and in that forever, i could have sworn there was... i dunno. it's hard to explain. sheesh.
so we got in the same fx, with me at the middle seats and her at the seats at the back.
the rest of the journey was passed in silence.
when we were nearing our destinations, the guy opposite her talked to her. for the next thirty minutes or so, they were engaged in lively conversation, even if they first met a few minutes ago.
then it hit me. it could have been me having that lively conversation,even if we first met a few minutes ago. it could have been me.
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today was also our recollection. i spent a lot of time talking to jessica. she's sort of into this henna design thing, and she drew a star on my left hand. shame it wasn't finished though; the program started before she had the chance to complete the design. good thing she promised to make me a new one tomorrow.
so anyway, we talked about a lot of things. and on one of those topics, i remembered a blog entry two posts back(i think). it's about how nice guys never win. you know, the kind that never becomes more than just friends. yeah, being slow is a factor. but i believe in... naaaah. haha :)) bahala na.
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so i guess this ends my post. i'm too tired to do much writing anyway.
1 comment:
that also happens to me, well, most of the time. wanting to approach someone but you just can't, then when you are like decided to move the chance is all gone.
ooh. i like stars. been wanting to have drawn on my skin since i was ten. but oh well.รถ
i feel for guys who are stuck with being friends. but i think the real factor isn't being slow, but to courage to say the words and not being afraid of what will happen. sometimes you guys think too much, ne?
p.s. thanks for liking my last post. and i liked the last three lines, too :)
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