1 March 2012
In My bed,
Waiting for Dinner
City of Smiles
Pearl of the Orient Seas
There will
always be someone that will leave a mark in your heart, someone that you will
always remember,forever.
I was about
to make a blog post last night. I tried to promise myself that I will do my
best to keep my blog updated. Due to school constraints, I need to prioritize
my academics first since this will be the last week of my lectures. Although most
of the time I am too lazy to do the necessary tasks, still I need to do it or
else I will be stuck for another semester or summer classes. Despite the
boredom that studying and doing projects are contributing, I still find it
beneficial.
29th.
It will always be the most memorable day in my calendar. I celebrate every 29th
of the month because it is the date when I reached Singapore and started my
life there. Every 29th, I usually treat myself and dine somewhere
else, especially to those places in Orchard. The one that I usually remember
would be LJS, Long John Silver’s. It is my favorite and I am dying now at this
very moment to taste their Combo meals, especially their chicken. 29th
is quite my favorite, I usually roam around Orchard Road and have some window
shopping. I definitely miss the views and window displays in Paragon, Tangs,
Ngee Ann City and ION. I really love those moments when I am still there and up
to now, my heart belongs to that country.
I guess the
most special 29th day in my calendar was August last year. As much
as I want to detail everything but I need to keep some. Others might consider
me as pathetic but I just can’t help but to reminisce everything. It was I
guess the happiest day in my life, and the saddest moment after few days. It’s
like Alpha and Omega combined in one night. I was not working on that date, and
I was a bit sick. Oh yeah, I was really sick then. The night before the 29th,
I was exchanging SMS with a guy, someone I just happened to know in an online
SNS. Being too choosy, I was not certain if I will say yes to him since I don’t
really like the image I saw in his profile. But when he started sending
messages, it seems that he immediately caught my attention with his wit and
jargons, it seems that he’s not just a mere guy out there. Then I said Yes, I’ll
be meeting you tomorrow, sms me where and what time J. Too bad, my top-up for Starhub got
expired and I was not able to sms him the next day. Good thing he’s online on
that site and I agreed to meet him at Newton MRT, 3:30, Singapore Time. But
sorry, I’m a Filipino so I was late.
As I was
riding the train at Novena, I have doubts of meeting that guy. And a million
what-ifs were playing on my mind. Heartbeats were not that normal, I was really
scared. Although this was not the first time that I’ll be dating still I was
unease. I guess in every guy that I want to date; I usually set quite high or
above average standards. Well I guess it’s just a reality for me. I may not have
that picturesque or celebrity-like face and contour but I guess it is safe to
say that I’m pretty above average. I don’t want to boast but I guess a lot of
guys have tried to ask me out. One stop away from Novena is Newton so he sent
me SMS asking if I’m going to meet him. He said that he’s wearing green, sitting
near the escalator. As the train reaches the next train station, I first tried
to check who’s sitting near the vicinity. I saw two people, an Indian and a
Chinese. I am still perplexed who among them will be my date. As I approached
the area, this guy was staring at me, stands and introduced himself. He was
nice, a geek-like because he was wearing specs and I was captured with his Armani
scent. He’s not that hot but he’s cute, literally.
Seems like
I don’t know his plans so I asked him where were heading to. He told me then
that we will watch Cars. I remembered last night that he asked me whether I prefer
horror or animated, and I said horror since I am not a fan of animated movies.
We went straight to Cathay at Ang Mo Kio Hub, he told me then that he already
booked our tickets. Impressive. While watching the entire film, we never even
have the chance to do some naughty stuffs. I mean I don’t want to be a
hypocrite but I want him to do some caressing gestures but it never happened.
The film was entertaining; he kept on glancing at me every time. After that, we
headed to Ang Mo Kio Market, in some stalls and tried to have some casual
conversations while walking. He asked me if how old does he look like then I said
with no hesitations, 27 and later found out that he’s only few months older
than me. I can’t help but laugh but he really looks like mature, simply because
he was wearing eyeglasses and the manner he talks. We don’t really have that
interesting discussion so he asked me to finally join him for dinner.
It was
around quarter to 7, we are waiting for a cab to fetch us. He does not have his
driver license and still applying for it. We rode on a Silvercab heading to
Holland Village. I am not familiar of the place, I never happened to drop by
since the yellow line of trains are still under construction but as of this
time, it’s open. The cab captain dropped us in a quite crowded area. We were
like in a middle of a frenzy pool of people. The place looks like very
Mediterranean, I can feel that I am in Spain though I have never been there and
only know about Spain on different media. He told me that we will be eating in a Spanish
resto, and he asked me if do I have any food of preference. Of course, I
uttered that I’m fine (he will be the one paying for it then). I saw a lot of
Caucasians and I was intimidated, thank God because I am always mistaken as a
Singaporean or Chinese. Well to be honest, Filipinos will really feel
humiliated because of how the foreigners or even the locals would stereotype
us. But still, at the end of the day, every single geographic area in this
world has a Filipino, or a worker, except I guess for Antartic and North Pole.
We entered La Nonna and I was surprised that the waiter asked, “Reservation for
Mr. ______? Please come on in.” Wow, the table is reserved via Visa. Perfect!!!
.....
Smarky D
RP/SG
