Friday started out way too early than the usual. Went off with my students and co teachers to an event at SMX. Everything seems to be going great. It was a time-off from the usual classroom routine that I have and the kids seems to be enjoying the event. We met some of the best chefs in the country that day. It was a blast!
Met the cutest chef on earth… at least in my book! Blast!
He’s Chef Eugene Raymundo and he’s a food stlylist. The picture above (and the suceeding) is taken from the web. Yes! Lumabas na naman ang pagka-stalker ko, only because I was so into his lecture that I forgot to take pictures. He’s such a cutie!
He does styling for commercials and print ads for major restaurant and food company. I think I got a new crush! Blast and some fireworks!
Lunchtime: May nagsamantala na malapit ako sa Makati that day. Someone brought me cupcakes again. It seems like cupcakes are the new bouquet of flowers. These are red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese icing. Blast!
After the event I decided to stay a while longer, killed time with the my society officers along the bay area in MOA. I was at the height of the temptation to text him and tell him I was just nearby and that I would love to see him pero siyempre nagtimpi ako ng mabuti. It’s better this way at least for me.
Sundown, I decided to finally go home. En route to LRT station an idea crossed my mind: it’s still early and it’s friday night and I still have the membership card with me (I was contemplating on throwing it)… Why not try going at The Dark alone? This sound like a blast!
So, I did. I got tempted to text him that I’m at The Dark, but then it came to me that this place is where I really lost him. The last time that we were here was like hell at least for me. I realized that I was actually doing all those stuffs to win him back and that my idea of a relationship won’t ever be happening with him. Never. With all that remembered, I decided to drop the idea of texting him and just enjoy the night alone.
I roamed around the area and ended up chatting with a guy, which I’m not sure if I like, for almost 2 hours which ended in a fairytale-like scene: Me abruptly ending the conversation because I needed to go home already. Cinderella as always. We never even got to exchange numbers which I really don’t intend to do so.
Homeward bound, I felt shitty. I don’t know why. Blah.
Maybe it’s the places that I’ve been the entire day, it all reminded me of him and us. The temptation to text him that I’m in his side of town was overwhelming but also the fear of getting rejected, of him telling me that he can’t make it yet again made it all more depressing. Blah.
Maybe it’s the feeling of being alone, of searching and looking for an absolution again. Blah.
Maybe it’s the idea that I may never fall in love again. I’ve got a few people that have really been vocal about their feelings towards me, sending me cupcakes and asking me out on dates and all those sort of thing that should make someone feel “kilig” but all those things and gestures seems to be not doing the magic they’re supposed to do. How do you fall again? Blah.
I felt way more shitty when I realized I was back at page one again. It took me almost a year to get over him and it just took him a few months to make me fall again and crush me all over again. Major Blah.
Got home that day at exactly 11:45 pm. Being the usual optimistic me, I decided that this Friday won’t end with a blah… After changing into my most comfortable clothes I took out the ice cream (Rocky Road flavor, my favorite!)that I’ve been saving for nights like this and watched Sex and the City on my laptop. Ice Cream and my four favorite girls to cap the night off… Well, It was a blast after all!


























