He was sipping a hot black coffee in a black mug where the saying “Life’s a Beach then you die” is engraved as he solves a crossword puzzle. He lit and puffed his last stick of Prime Time Cigars when I complained that I am irritated with his thick mustache especially when he is kissing me.
A few minutes ago, a dear blogger friend of mine named Winston shared the post he wrote last year about a simple event that changed his life forever.
To be honest, I’ve been bothered since Thursday because of the recent turnout of events in my family. Nothing that serious, really. It’s just that by next year, I have to make a choice for my family’s sake. I have also decided that I am willing to sacrifice my “wants” for the “needs” of my family.
I am lucky because I have some friends that I can talk to. I have my “Kuyas” and “Besties” that gives me all the support and guidance that I need.
Last Friday, I decided to watch the movie “100” alone at Glorietta. The movie did made me cry for the following keywords:
Straight from Dagupan, my grannies went to my workplace to fetch me. My officemates were curious on why I brought my green backpack with me and transferred some of my clothes in a white paper bag. They got even more suspicious when I showed them my black dress.
“May date ka noh?” female officemate asked.
“Wala to. Nothing romantic, pero i’ll meet up with a guy that I haven’t visited for months and two special people will accompany me.” I replied.
“Yihii. May date nga ito! Saan ka ba pupunta?” she asked again.
“Sa Manila Memorial Park” I said with a smile on my face.