February 15, 2008

Apple Pie

“Happy Valentine’s, baby.”

“Oh. It’s you.”

—-

He doesn’t give you chocolates or roses. There are no (sickeningly) sweet poems with bad rhymes. There is not a single trace of the festive pink or red. There is only a chipped, ceramic plate containing a half-eaten apple pie and that damnable smile on his face (which you think—but will never admit it out loud—is adorable).

—-

“I come bearing gifts.”

“…”

—-

He presents it to you with much flourish and ceremony. Outwardly, you are composed, bored and uninterested.

Inwardly, you are flushed, excited and everything but uninterested.

 —-

“Okay, I admit, I may have eaten some of it—”

“Some constitutes as half in your vocabulary, I guess.”

“It’s not my fault! Mom never told me it was for you and your family. And it was calling out to me. The apple pie was calling out to me. You do not ignore the call of dessert, ever.”

—-

The exchange takes no more than 30 seconds. Once he has delivered to you the piece of dessert he smiles a goodbye (and winks! Does he not realize, how detrimental he is to your health?), crosses the street, and you are left on your own. 

And you bite your lip, and you almost sink in to the floor, and you want to hug the half-eaten apple pie to your chest like it’s the greatest Valentine gift ever. (Because it actually is, you know. The greatest Valentine ever.)

French Fries

“Say ‘ahhh’…”

“Hmm, what for?” you look up from your Chemistry book with a puzzled expression on your face. You see him waving a French fry around with a smirk on his face.

He smiles and directs your gaze to the French fry in his hand.

“No thanks,” you decline politely, like you always do. “You can go home, you know.”

“Oh, I don’t mind.” He says casually and eats the French fry he had been waving around for the past few minutes.

You struggle with your Chemistry homework. All the elements looked familiar, and you were pretty sure you were able to answer these questions a few minutes ago, but they seemed incomprehensible. These formulas look even more alien than your Python programming homework, you thought.

“Screw you.” You glare at him. He had to at least know that he was distracting you.

He raises his brows, a bit surprised by the comment, but like always, manages to make a comeback, “Right now, baby? In public? Never knew you were that type of…”

This was something of a routine now. You say something innocently, and he just manages to twist it into something perverted. (Although, you suddenly realize that ‘screw you’ wasn’t exactly the best example for this.) As reflex, you hit the brim of his hat.

“Heey…” he says as he fixes his rather colourful hat, which you really like.

“Your fault.” You stick out your tongue and get back to your Chemistry homework.

“Aww, look at those two over there,” he describes the couple sitting on the next table to your right, “they’re so sweet. Hint, hint.”

You groan and glare some more. You look around the restaurant and see couples ignoring their food as they stare all googly-eyed into each others eyes. Right, today was Valentine’s day.

“Aww baby, don’t give me that look,” he smiles and gives your shoulder a squeeze. “Here, have a fry.”

You stare at him, then at the fry and then at him again.

“Fine,” you roll your eyes as he fed you the fry.

“So, what about that thing you wanted to do earlier?” He smirks.

You smile coyly.

“OUCH.” He jumps out of his seat.

You may not understand your Chemistry homework right now, but boy aren’t you glad your book was hard-covered.

January 13, 2008

Hibang by M.Y.M.P

Hibang is crazy in Filipino, which is sorta kinda like what I am right now.

Nang makita ka
Mundo ko ay nag iba di mapakali
Di maintindihan ang sarili
Ano ba ito ang nilalaman ng isip ko?

Ako ba’y para sayo?
Baka nahihibang lang ako
Baka di mo ako tipo
Ano ba ang gagawin ko para malaman
Na ako ang laman ng puso mo?
Ako ba’y para sayo?

Kapag ika’y nasa isip
Ako’y napapangiti
Di inaasahan na ito ay mararamdaman

Ang larawan mo ang nagpapaganda ng araw ko
Ako’y ba’y para sayo?

Baka nahihibang lang ako
Baka di mo ako tipo
Ano ba ang gagawin ko?
Para malaman sa ako ang laman ng puso mo
Ako’y ba’y para sayo?