30 Minutes of Misadventure and Kissing.

I’ve waited for thirty minutes infront of a certain bakery in Bocaue just to wait for my service ride. First, I told myself not to go with the ‘First Trip’ (the earlier trip for Marilao students) of my service ride since I am enjoying the mystery game I mentioned before. (I refer this site to explain the mystery game.) Yes, I am addicted to it like a street child sniffing rugby. Early in the morning, I’d go searching clues and nudges and solve a puzzle.

I planned to go with the second trip (the 6:30 trip for Bocaue students). Few minutes of riding in a jeepney, and off I go to the Bocaue crossing and wait for my service. Engulfing the morning smog, mufflers pumping and emitting deadly carbon monoxide, and the heat of the sun tells me to make a decision.

After fifteen minutes of boredom and irritation, I decided to hail a jeep and go straight to school (not that I couldn’t afford going to school all by myself, but it’s worth thirty pesos: pretty expensive for a mile-long travel.) but abandoned the thought when I’ve seen a single 500 peso bill in my wallet. As what I recall from the stickers posted inside a jeep’s cockpit, barya lang po sa umaga.

I went straight to a mini-mart nearby, then to a street vendor, a newspaper vendor, a bakery, and even a hamburger stall. They all said, No. It’s the first day of the week so expect them to use the money for weekends. Completely frustrated and enraged, I waited in a shed.

After another fifteen minutes and the FX appeared.

And there goes my great morning. All because of the mystery game. No regrets, though.

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The story goes like this: she and her boyfriend (with braces, and please don’t even think it’s me) kissed for thirty minutes. Really. Thirty minutes of convection, of exchanging body heat, of playing tongues. Wow, I mused. Her story was amusing, yet I know she was telling the truth.

The next thing she knew, her lips were red for three days.

Unfortunately, a wound was made by the braces installed in her boyfriend’s teeth.

In a desperate attempt to find the 8th girlfriend, uhh. No. I just don’t involve myself in a thirty-minute kiss (and swallowing and err) with a girlfriend. Maybe my classmate and her boyfriend (a college boy, and an alumnus of our school) considered it a hobby. But really, aren’t they exhausted or sweating with that lip-service?

My girl classmate was even happy to narrate her experience with the long kiss. ‘Di ba niya napapansin na hindi na siya nirerespeto (at binabastos) na siya ng syota niya? Tsk.

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Additional infos: I went yesterday to celebrate Christ the King since it’s needed for my Parish Involvement. Very religious, huh? If it wasn’t for my friends in that choir, the bonding, the experience, and the grade: I’ll never fool myself in terms of my philosophy towards ‘God’. Still undecided.

And tomorrow’s post would be about a classmate.

And that tomorrow would be our Third Grading Unit Test! Time flies.

~ by utakgago on November 27, 2006.