So my mom arrived arrived very early this morning and the first thing she asks me is,
"How are you and Jason?"
Trying to keep a straight face, and not wanting to divulge too much detail, I said, "Uhmm..Basta, ayoko na."
I was in my room this morning, drinking coffee and answering crossword puzzles when she came in, took a look at the picture of Jason by my bed (I keep forgetting to remove it) and interrogated me as to what happened to me and Jay. "Maaaa....bastaaaa...", was all I said.
While driving me out of the village, she hounded me with the Jason questions again and losing a bit of my patience, but not sounding irritated, I said,
Me: He's here but he's too busy coz he is here for work. I didn't even know he was here until Uncle Freddie told me. Mama: Have you gone out? Me: Nope. Mama: Has he called? Me: Nope. I just spoke to him over the internet. Mama: Maybe he's not interested anymore? Me: Yeah, maybe. I don't really want to talk about it, Ma. Mama: So who's your boyfriend now? Me: No boyfriend, Ma. Mama: Wala talaga? Me: WALA. Mama: Naku, baka maging old maid ka na. Me: Bahala na.*pouts and looks out the window*
I did smile this morning after reading a text message from L:
"I know you're up early. Hope to get your spirits up as early, too. You are one special person whose worth and value does not depend on others. To me, you're a good friend and wonderful company. You are beautifully honest and appealing to a fault. You are responsible and caring and sincere and Bunny, even if we're friends, you're as hot as hell. Have a day as fabulous as you are."
I'm going to pretend he really meant it. Well, actually, he said he did. But then again, that's what I love about my friends, they're biased. Hehehe!
"And from the first, to the last time, the signs Said 'Stop' - but we went on whole-hearted It ended bad, but I love what we started " Parting Gift, Fiona Apple
Bunny @ Thursday, December 08, 2005
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about moi
Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to
climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her
3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi,
constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most
likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes
doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially
big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering
hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving
massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of
being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob
Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with
Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for
dinner.
