Tuesday, January 17, 2012

True Story.

It was a Sunday. And you showing up at 9 in the morning brought panic and anxiety to my system.

Clueless of where we will be going, I just got in the car without any questions nor hesitations. But it was something not new to me. I knew we were heading South. The bumpy service road was the worst part of the journey but your company was something I wouldn't dare miss. 

We went to your house somewhere in the South and got the stuff you said we "needed" for the trip -- an iPod, chips, water and your school jacket. 

We continued to head South, I kept on mumbling "Tagaytay" but you still kept your mouth shut. It was frustrating because I couldn't squeeze out a little information from you on where we were going. You kept mum about it so I gave up and just let you do the driving.

I was surprised when we got out the car and Sonya's Garden was the first thing I saw. I can't believe you remembered how badly I wanted to eat in there! What was more surprising was when you actually made reservations for us. For a moment , I really felt that you're into me. ="> Landi.

I felt like screaming just because I couldn't contain my emotions. Driving around Tagaytay and listening to your favorite playlist, landed on my Top 10 things I will not forget. It was one of the most glorious moments of my life. :)
The only photo I have on the way to Tagaytay

Roaming around Tagaytay was physically tiring. But it's the kind of exhaustion I want to feel over and over again. At 7, after eating at Mushroom Burger, we were Manila bound. 

I fell asleep along the way, when I woke up at 8:30, I got shocked that we were already in Manila.

Me: Bakit parang ang bilis natin? Himala ata na walang traffic sa service road! Haha! 

(Just because we always take the service road since its much cheaper!)

Him: Sa Skyway ako dumaan.

Me: Ha?!? Bakit? Edi ang mahal ng toll?

Him: You were sleeping eh. The road's bumpy. I was afraid na baka magising kita. 

And I was left speechless. Ecstatic. And forever in bliss.













..two years ago, that's how I exactly felt. 




To Ian and Jan, for making me remember the past. My past.

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