Nate and I stared intently at Emotionless Guy as he put our foods down. He didn’t talk and it looks like he didn’t notice us. Or maybe he doesn’t know that we’re his schoolmates?
Even outside school, Emotionless Guy is still being swarmed. Wow. Heartthrob. He’s really a sellout, ah.
I laughed at how the women look like it was their first time to see a handsome man working at a fast food chain. After we ate, we stayed for a while to get cooled down before leaving the mall.
We were just walking aimlessly at the street until I felt something.
“Shall I cut my hair?” I asked as I checked my split ends that also has split ends. Split end inception.
“Why? Your hair is just fine, ah?” he combed my hair that was in a ponytail with his hand and grinned, “Just don’t touch it.” He jokingly said.
I pinch his side.
“You’ll be dumbfounded if I become pretty after I cut my hair, ah?”
“You? Pretty?” He asks as he raised his eyebrow, “Yes, that’s fine, so you won’t be a humiliation to your companion.” He laughed.
Of course, I hit him in the head and he was laughing so hard that he was coughing a little. Good for him.
We were greeted by a woman behind the counter as we entered the salon, “Welcome! What do you need po [1]?
“She said she wanted to cut her hair.” Nate pointed me out.
“Hey, Handsome. Are you here to cut your hair?” Nate and I shifted our gaze towards the green-haired gay that was nearing in. Her hairstyle was mohawk, “Go with me instead!”
“No, you crazy. He’s mine.”
“You witches! Can’t you see he’s looking at me, eh. I’ll be the one cutting.”
So there. They were somewhat fighting for Nate.
“You girly gays,” The ate [2] in the counter said, restraining them, “His companion is the one getting a cut, not him.”
The gays that were fighting for Nate before, glanced at me before they began walking out. How dare they!
“They’re so crazy. Okay, young miss, just sit there first.” Ate pointed at a vacant seat.
Once I sat, a beautiful woman went behind me, “What kind of hairstyle do you want?”
I was deceived by her beauty; her voice was rough.
When she started cutting my hair, the gays began to swarm Nate. There was another one singing to entertain the customer. When that gay finishes singing, with a matching microphone, she began to interview.
And of course, Nate was the first person they asked, “Hey handsome, what’s your name?”
“Nate po [3].” Nate answered with a smile.
“Oohh.... respectful ah,” the gay said with a smile, “Is that your sibling?” then they pointed at me.
Nate shakes his head.
“Ay, not? Wait, I know.” The gay said with a smile, “Is she your mom?”
Ouch that hurts.
Nate smiled and looked like he was almost about to laugh. See if he dares to laugh. Oh, I will kill him.
“Just tell me already, ah... Girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
I saw the gay making a face and I don’t know if I should laugh or get mad.
“How many years have you both been playing around?”
Everyone inside laughed. Nate and I smiled.
“Only three months po [4], but we’re not playing around po.” Nate answered.
Very good, Nate.
“Whoa. Still fine, still fine.” The gay using the microphone said.
“What do you mean still fine?” The other gay beside him asks.
“It’s still fine to check him out.”
Everyone inside the salon laughed again.
Addict. She just continued to sing again and we just left the salon after I got my haircut.
“Is it good? I’m more beautiful, right?” I ask as I raised my eyebrows and endlessly poke his side.
He frowned, “You don’t look like the keychain I made anymore.”
“It’s fine. We’re still both cute.” I jokingly said.
His forehead creased, “Are you sure?”
Then I was the one who’s frowning now, “What’s your problem with me?”
“Nothing. You’re so beautiful.”
“I know, right?” I said with a smile.
“And you believe it so easily?” he said, laughing.
And there, one hit in the head for him.
***
We still didn’t call it a day so we hang around an eatery specialized in making soup. This Nate, perhaps the soup gave a chemical reaction inside him and he became a ‘Pick-up line King’.
“Are you a denture?” He was grinning widely.
“Cause you can’t smile without me?” I laughed when he got dismayed with my answer.
It didn’t even take a second when he recovered quickly, “Do you know my love for you is like an electric fan?”
I got confused at his question; I don’t know that pick-up line.
“Like how,” –then he began to get emotional as if what he’ll say is so serious- “I’m just steady and won’t look at anyone else.”
I frowned, “Aren’t electric fan going around? So you’ll go around too?”
He froze at my question before putting down the spoon he was holding, “Let’s go home.”
I just laughed at his reaction. He also laughed and looked like he was thinking of a new pick-up line, but it looked like it failed that’s why our topic changed.
“What course will you take in college?”
“I don’t know, eh. How about you?”
“BSFIL major in Y.” he answered straightly.
“Ha? What’s that?”
With a grin, he answered, “BS Falling In Love Major in You.”
Nate is so corny.
“A serious question,” Why is that if Nate said, ‘serious’ I won’t believe it? “What’s the only thing that won’t change?”
“What?”
“Ha? Are you sure you don’t know it?”
I tried answering it but all my answers were according to him was wrong.
“You should know that Nate’s love for Ianne would never change.”
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. I’m not laughing because it’s so corny but it’s so –overwhelming that –fine, I’m getting kilig [5].
He took a tissue and write. I thought it was a pick-up line but when he showed it to me, my eyes widened at what I saw.
[ 9x-7i < 3(3x-7u) ]
Math equation. We’re in vacation but there’s math? Why won’t math leave my life? Stop this please, Math. Have pity on us, stop it already.
He thought me how to solve the answer. And we even fought since I kept on asking why it is like this and why is it like that. It’s so complicated. It’s so annoying, I can’t understand it.
[ 9x-7i < 9x-21u ]
He said something but there was nothing getting in my mind. Sometimes, I’m amazed at how great he is in math.
[ -7i < -21u ]
“We need to divide both sides with the negative seven so it would be in the simplest form. Hence the answer would be...” he probably wrote down the final answer, “I is less than three U.”
[ i < 3u ]
He was just smiling at me, but I was still just dumbfounded and nose bleeding at what he said.
“What’s your answer?”
“You already answered, haven’t you?”
He frowned and was about to tear the tissue, where he wrote apart when I snatched it.
“Wait, I’m gonna look.” But as soon as I took the tissue and saw the equation, I got dizzy quickly, “Let’s go home.”
He laughed at what I said as he messed up my hair.
“I less than three you.” He lowly whispered.
Suddenly what he said began to click at my mind then I began to check the equation again. I ignored what he wrote first and went straightly to the last part. I began to smile when I realized everything.
I made him come near me as I whispered, “I less than three you too.”
When our faces were far away from one another, I chuckled because he was covering his face that had a huge grin. Is he getting kilig [6]?
After he got over with his feelings with me (ehem), he began to start throwing out pick-up lines.
“Are you a lumpia [7]?” He asked.
“Why?”
“Cause with just your shanghai, my day is already complete.” He said with a large grin.
[T/L: shanghai is pronounce like shang.hai which is like “isang hi” which means one hi.]
The only reaction I gave him was a straight face.
He pouted, “One more, Are you a SM [Shopping Mall]?”
My forehead ceased, “Hmmm?”
“Cause” –then he grinned widely- “I really mall you, eh.”
[T/L: mall is pronounce like “mahal” which if translate is love.]
I rolled my eyes at him as I started to stand, “Its dismissal already.”
[T/L: I don’t know why, but it has something to do with the joke –or in this case pick-up lines being so corny or not entertaining enough that a long time has already passed and it’s already dismissal.]
He just laughed at me.
We were about to leave when it started raining. We don’t have any umbrella. Oh my, Mom will get mad at me. It’s already dark.
Since it was already 7 o’clock, everyone who had attended the mass already went out. Nate and I glanced at a man who was walking alone and was wearing an all-black fitted outfit: fitted black T-shirt, Super skinny jean, black chucks and a Ninoy glass.
His hair was also long that his eyes were being covered by it a little. I was even laughing because his eyeliner was a messed at his cheeks because of the rain.
He sat beside me and Nate and suddenly said, “I love the rain, because no one notices that I’m crying.”
An emo?
It didn’t take long; there was another guy that went to emo guy. He has a mohawk hair that was shouting the color red. His accessories were all skulls and studs. He even wore a black lipstick. He was wearing a tank top and a glossy pants but he was just in his slippers. And I noticed he has a lot of earrings.
He was standing in front of emo, then he happily put his right hand that was in a ‘rock-and-roll sign’ up as he waved it around and shouted, “Me too, it doesn’t look like you wet your pants. Yeah, rock and roll! Punks not dead!”
And now a punk?
I thought the show was finish but when the rain stopped, there was another guy walking in and looked like he was having a hard time to carry his T-shirt that was so big. He was wearing a cap, slippers and there was a large bling necklace hanging at his neck and he has a super baston jeans. Looks like he was already haggard.
“Uhm, guys. Don’t leave me. Help me, my outfit is too heavy, eh!”
Nate and I laughed. Kuya [8] Emo and Punk went to help Kuya Hihop in carrying his wet outfit, they’re so importunate. They went away from the eatery and I noticed that there were some people in our surrounding laughing.
We just laughed because of the epicenes that had happened until he suggests us to go home already.
“Let’s go, shall I take you home with me?”
I glared at him.
“Ay. It’s actually time for me to accompany you home.”
It was already eight when we got in front of the gate of our house. We were holding hands and it look like no one wanted to break it.
“Good night?”
I was confused because it looked like he was questioning. I noticed that he gulped when we were looking at each other He’s always so nervious. Weird.
“Okay, good night.” I was about to escape his grasp at my hand when his grip became more tight. When I looked at him, he had a serious face, “I thought it was already a good night?”
“Is it fine?”
Ha? Before I could even ask, I was shock when he pulled me towards him. He bends and....
SHINGSHINGSHINGSHING
....His lips touched my lips.
Nate and I stared intently at Emotionless Guy as he put our foods down. He didn’t talk and it looks like he didn’t notice us. Or maybe he doesn’t know that we’re his schoolmates?
Even outside school, Emotionless Guy is still being swarmed. Wow. Heartthrob. He’s really a sellout, ah.
I laughed at how the women look like it was their first time to see a handsome man working at a fast food chain. After we ate, we stayed for a while to get cooled down before leaving the mall.
We were just walking aimlessly at the street until I felt something.
“Shall I cut my hair?” I asked as I checked my split ends that also has split ends. Split end inception.
“Why? Your hair is just fine, ah?” he combed my hair that was in a ponytail with his hand and grinned, “Just don’t touch it.” He jokingly said.
I pinch his side.
“You’ll be dumbfounded if I become pretty after I cut my hair, ah?”
“You? Pretty?” He asks as he raised his eyebrow, “Yes, that’s fine, so you won’t be a humiliation to your companion.” He laughed.
Of course, I hit him in the head and he was laughing so hard that he was coughing a little. Good for him.
We were greeted by a woman behind the counter as we entered the salon, “Welcome! What do you need po [1]?
“She said she wanted to cut her hair.” Nate pointed me out.
“Hey, Handsome. Are you here to cut your hair?” Nate and I shifted our gaze towards the green-haired gay that was nearing in. Her hairstyle was mohawk, “Go with me instead!”
“No, you crazy. He’s mine.”
“You witches! Can’t you see he’s looking at me, eh. I’ll be the one cutting.”
So there. They were somewhat fighting for Nate.
“You girly gays,” The ate [2] in the counter said, restraining them, “His companion is the one getting a cut, not him.”
The gays that were fighting for Nate before, glanced at me before they began walking out. How dare they!
“They’re so crazy. Okay, young miss, just sit there first.” Ate pointed at a vacant seat.
Once I sat, a beautiful woman went behind me, “What kind of hairstyle do you want?”
I was deceived by her beauty; her voice was rough.
When she started cutting my hair, the gays began to swarm Nate. There was another one singing to entertain the customer. When that gay finishes singing, with a matching microphone, she began to interview.
And of course, Nate was the first person they asked, “Hey handsome, what’s your name?”
“Nate po [3].” Nate answered with a smile.
“Oohh.... respectful ah,” the gay said with a smile, “Is that your sibling?” then they pointed at me.
Nate shakes his head.
“Ay, not? Wait, I know.” The gay said with a smile, “Is she your mom?”
Ouch that hurts.
Nate smiled and looked like he was almost about to laugh. See if he dares to laugh. Oh, I will kill him.
“Just tell me already, ah... Girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
I saw the gay making a face and I don’t know if I should laugh or get mad.
“How many years have you both been playing around?”
Everyone inside laughed. Nate and I smiled.
“Only three months po [4], but we’re not playing around po.” Nate answered.
Very good, Nate.
“Whoa. Still fine, still fine.” The gay using the microphone said.
“What do you mean still fine?” The other gay beside him asks.
“It’s still fine to check him out.”
Everyone inside the salon laughed again.
Addict. She just continued to sing again and we just left the salon after I got my haircut.
“Is it good? I’m more beautiful, right?” I ask as I raised my eyebrows and endlessly poke his side.
He frowned, “You don’t look like the keychain I made anymore.”
“It’s fine. We’re still both cute.” I jokingly said.
His forehead creased, “Are you sure?”
Then I was the one who’s frowning now, “What’s your problem with me?”
“Nothing. You’re so beautiful.”
“I know, right?” I said with a smile.
“And you believe it so easily?” he said, laughing.
And there, one hit in the head for him.
***
We still didn’t call it a day so we hang around an eatery specialized in making soup. This Nate, perhaps the soup gave a chemical reaction inside him and he became a ‘Pick-up line King’.
“Are you a denture?” He was grinning widely.
“Cause you can’t smile without me?” I laughed when he got dismayed with my answer.
It didn’t even take a second when he recovered quickly, “Do you know my love for you is like an electric fan?”
I got confused at his question; I don’t know that pick-up line.
“Like how,” –then he began to get emotional as if what he’ll say is so serious- “I’m just steady and won’t look at anyone else.”
I frowned, “Aren’t electric fan going around? So you’ll go around too?”
He froze at my question before putting down the spoon he was holding, “Let’s go home.”
I just laughed at his reaction. He also laughed and looked like he was thinking of a new pick-up line, but it looked like it failed that’s why our topic changed.
“What course will you take in college?”
“I don’t know, eh. How about you?”
“BSFIL major in Y.” he answered straightly.
“Ha? What’s that?”
With a grin, he answered, “BS Falling In Love Major in You.”
Nate is so corny.
“A serious question,” Why is that if Nate said, ‘serious’ I won’t believe it? “What’s the only thing that won’t change?”
“What?”
“Ha? Are you sure you don’t know it?”
I tried answering it but all my answers were according to him was wrong.
“You should know that Nate’s love for Ianne would never change.”
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. I’m not laughing because it’s so corny but it’s so –overwhelming that –fine, I’m getting kilig [5].
He took a tissue and write. I thought it was a pick-up line but when he showed it to me, my eyes widened at what I saw.
[ 9x-7i < 3(3x-7u) ]
Math equation. We’re in vacation but there’s math? Why won’t math leave my life? Stop this please, Math. Have pity on us, stop it already.
He thought me how to solve the answer. And we even fought since I kept on asking why it is like this and why is it like that. It’s so complicated. It’s so annoying, I can’t understand it.
[ 9x-7i < 9x-21u ]
He said something but there was nothing getting in my mind. Sometimes, I’m amazed at how great he is in math.
[ -7i < -21u ]
“We need to divide both sides with the negative seven so it would be in the simplest form. Hence the answer would be...” he probably wrote down the final answer, “I is less than three U.”
[ i < 3u ]
He was just smiling at me, but I was still just dumbfounded and nose bleeding at what he said.
“What’s your answer?”
“You already answered, haven’t you?”
He frowned and was about to tear the tissue, where he wrote apart when I snatched it.
“Wait, I’m gonna look.” But as soon as I took the tissue and saw the equation, I got dizzy quickly, “Let’s go home.”
He laughed at what I said as he messed up my hair.
“I less than three you.” He lowly whispered.
Suddenly what he said began to click at my mind then I began to check the equation again. I ignored what he wrote first and went straightly to the last part. I began to smile when I realized everything.
I made him come near me as I whispered, “I less than three you too.”
When our faces were far away from one another, I chuckled because he was covering his face that had a huge grin. Is he getting kilig [6]?
After he got over with his feelings with me (ehem), he began to start throwing out pick-up lines.
“Are you a lumpia [7]?” He asked.
“Why?”
“Cause with just your shanghai, my day is already complete.” He said with a large grin.
[T/L: shanghai is pronounce like shang.hai which is like “isang hi” which means one hi.]
The only reaction I gave him was a straight face.
He pouted, “One more, Are you a SM [Shopping Mall]?”
My forehead ceased, “Hmmm?”
“Cause” –then he grinned widely- “I really mall you, eh.”
[T/L: mall is pronounce like “mahal” which if translate is love.]
I rolled my eyes at him as I started to stand, “Its dismissal already.”
[T/L: I don’t know why, but it has something to do with the joke –or in this case pick-up lines being so corny or not entertaining enough that a long time has already passed and it’s already dismissal.]
He just laughed at me.
We were about to leave when it started raining. We don’t have any umbrella. Oh my, Mom will get mad at me. It’s already dark.
Since it was already 7 o’clock, everyone who had attended the mass already went out. Nate and I glanced at a man who was walking alone and was wearing an all-black fitted outfit: fitted black T-shirt, Super skinny jean, black chucks and a Ninoy glass.
His hair was also long that his eyes were being covered by it a little. I was even laughing because his eyeliner was a messed at his cheeks because of the rain.
He sat beside me and Nate and suddenly said, “I love the rain, because no one notices that I’m crying.”
An emo?
It didn’t take long; there was another guy that went to emo guy. He has a mohawk hair that was shouting the color red. His accessories were all skulls and studs. He even wore a black lipstick. He was wearing a tank top and a glossy pants but he was just in his slippers. And I noticed he has a lot of earrings.
He was standing in front of emo, then he happily put his right hand that was in a ‘rock-and-roll sign’ up as he waved it around and shouted, “Me too, it doesn’t look like you wet your pants. Yeah, rock and roll! Punks not dead!”
And now a punk?
I thought the show was finish but when the rain stopped, there was another guy walking in and looked like he was having a hard time to carry his T-shirt that was so big. He was wearing a cap, slippers and there was a large bling necklace hanging at his neck and he has a super baston jeans. Looks like he was already haggard.
“Uhm, guys. Don’t leave me. Help me, my outfit is too heavy, eh!”
Nate and I laughed. Kuya [8] Emo and Punk went to help Kuya Hihop in carrying his wet outfit, they’re so importunate. They went away from the eatery and I noticed that there were some people in our surrounding laughing.
We just laughed because of the epicenes that had happened until he suggests us to go home already.
“Let’s go, shall I take you home with me?”
I glared at him.
“Ay. It’s actually time for me to accompany you home.”
It was already eight when we got in front of the gate of our house. We were holding hands and it look like no one wanted to break it.
“Good night?”
I was confused because it looked like he was questioning. I noticed that he gulped when we were looking at each other He’s always so nervious. Weird.
“Okay, good night.” I was about to escape his grasp at my hand when his grip became more tight. When I looked at him, he had a serious face, “I thought it was already a good night?”
“Is it fine?”
Ha? Before I could even ask, I was shock when he pulled me towards him. He bends and....
SHINGSHINGSHINGSHING
....His lips touched my lips.
