ok.. this is like 5days late.. but anyway..
freaky shit dude!
so.. after intrams..
asked carlo to drop me off at town..
so un.. got dropped off at town..
ehh ang dami kong dala nun..
chorale jackets.. chorale stuffs.. intams stuffs..
so I stayed at the foodcourt.. with all my stuff on the table.. messed up haha
I was so stressed about chorale and the jackets..
when I was texting csiy and reg/ipod-ing
some guy who I thought was humph or ken..came up to me and asked if the seat infront of me was taken..
me, not thinking/stressing about the concert said no..
so un.. akala ko kukunin niya ung upuan for his table..
lecheh.. guy sat infront of me!
so I was all.. wtf?!
guy said he was just waiting for some friends
uhh yeah ryt..
at first I thought it was a dare/joke or something..
then he asked for my name…
GUESSED if I was in HS and what school I was from..
fucking shit.. he guessed right =|
so I asked his
then I asked “where you from?” (what school) and he said “around”
pota! wtf?! I meant SCHOOL!
ahhbasta.. he was a freshman in ateneo..
so I asked if he knew rich tuazon..
he didn’t know.. madami daw kasing tuazon sa ateneo.. then he said “do you think they’re all related?”
wtf?! hello?! it’s a common name! it’s even the middle name of my lolo! maygahd!
then I started to “fix” my things..
he asked.. what I was doing.. I said I was fixing some things for chorale:
guy: huh? what? can you speak louder? I really can’t hear you..
puta! tas since intrams.. civilian ako..
guy: chorale? what’s that?
me: *potek!* *explains what chorale is*
guy: ohh choral!
me: *lecheh! tinama pa ko!*
guy: I’m guessing you’re one of those people who doesn’t want to go to the mall in their uniform.. are you?
tas isa pa..
if you know me.. I have my phone hanged from my neck..
err.. how do you say that?
basta.. necklace type! haha
me: uhh.. no..
guy: why aren’t you in uniform?
me: we had our intrams..
me: *tangina!* uhm.. our intamurals..
guy: ohh….. so are you one of those people who doesn’t want to go to the mall in their unirom?
me: uhh no.. I don’t really care..
guy: oh.. ok.. that’s good..
me: *shutup and leave!!*
guy: uhm.. aren’t you worried your phone might fall or something?
then i looked back..
and I saw ria and tina..
I wanted to leave and go to them..
di kami close eh.. haha
then the guy “checked his phone” and said
me: uhm.. no..
guy: why don;t you put it in your pocket?
me: uhh I don’t want..
guy: why? other people don’t want to put it in their pocket ’cause it feels weird or looks weird.. how ’bout you?
me: uhm… both..?
guy: why don’t you put it in your bag?
me: I don’t like to bring a bag..
guy: you have a bag right now..
me: *lecheh kulit mo ahh!* uhm.. I came form school..
guy: oh.. uhm.. my friends aren’t coming anymore..
saved his number and left..
FINALLY got to text people:
“FUCK FUCK FUCK! some guy sat next to me sa food court.. puta! freaky shit!”
kamusta naman un..
anna asked if the guy was cute.. =| (hmm.. he was ok..)
mark joked that they guy might like me.. err something like that..
joey didn’t reply.. =|
carlo kept asking why didn’t I just leave and all that shit..
few mins later I saw val tamayo..
told her what happened..
and all she said was.. “cool!”
I had to text carlo about something..
the name of the foodcourt guy’s “carl”
puta! wrong send =|
so the guy replied..
he didn’t think I would give my number (lecheh! lecheh! puta!) ’cause I look like the shy type daw..
me: *ohfuck.. are you gonna stay here?!Ö*
guy: I guess I just wasted 5mins here..
me: *no shit!*
guy: so I guess I’ll go now..
me: *thank god!!!*
guy: uhm.. can I have your email?
me: *pota!* uhm.. I don’t have time to use the net.. sorry.. *hah! me? no time for the net?! asa!*
guy: oh.. well.. I don’t really ask for people’s cell number that much ’cause it looks kinda stalker-ish..
guy: but if you don’t mind.. can I have your number?
me: *LEAVE!!!* uhm.. sorry I don’t memorize my number.. *asa..* but if you want.. you can give me your number..
guy: oh ok..
::on intrams, chorale, prom and everything else..::