Eleven hours and fifty-five minutes later, I finally leave the office. Forty-four minutes, I am paying for a tube of toothpaste and two new bottles of nailpolish (Joy— peachy-pink, and Diamond Gay— bluish-gray).

Okay, so this whole noting-the-minutes isn’t going to work. I just wanted to point out that I spent 11 hours and 55 minutes of my day AT THE FREAKING OFFICE yesterday.

I took the train home, and saw a cutie a few feet away from me on the platform. “Cutie” doesn’t seem to fit; “beautiful” would be more appropriate. Fair-skinned, curly hair, facial fuzz, glasses; a backpack, jeans, sneakers, and a long-sleeved white polo with the cuffs folded up to his elbows. Late twenties, early thirties? He catches my attention, I look. He looks back, I look away.

We get on the same train car, and I hold on to a pole while he is still a few feet away from me, holding on to a handle dangling from the ceiling. I notice his baller band on his right wrist: Instituto Cervantes, it says. Dios mio, if this guy smokes Marlboro Reds, he’s perfect!

Because we seem to be soulmates (:P), we both get off at the Katipunan station. Everyone rushes towards the escalator, me included. FUCK MAN, I’m tired and my feet ache— I usually take the stairs, but not today, buddy. He heads towards the nearly empty stairs and throws a look my way.

He was way ahead of me by the time I made it out of the escalator. I didn’t quicken my pace; after all, I walk fast enough as it is. I slip my ticket back into the ticket thing and push the bar— pushed it too soon, it was still jammed, and I hurt my hand. I let out a loud “OUCH! FUCK!” and ignore the several looks I got.

I catch up to him at the second escalator— the one that would lead us back out into the world and into our own separate ways. He is on the step before me.

I suck in my tummy (which causes my pants to slide a little down my hips and my shirt to ride up my belly a bit), fluff my hair, move to my left, step up to his step, and step up to the step in front of him. I turn sideways, lean my elbow on the rubber railing, blow at a strand of hair, and tilt my head to look at him.

Our eyes meet and because I am a C-O-W-A-R-D, I look away after one and a half seconds and proceed to walk up the remaining steps.

Lalalalala :spin: