The scene:

I was strolling down SM on my way home when a girl handed me a sample of their colognes on sale. I, because of my experiences of handing out flyers, took it.

Then a man who was handed the same asked me if the fragrance is for males or for females. Being the polite girl that I am answered him but continued walking.

The man who looked way older than my dad walked with my pace.

He started a conversation, asking me where I was working.

He, without being asked, said he works for Pop Cola and that he lives in the far north Monumento. Care koh! Haay…

I continued walking and he sustained staying on my pace when suddenly he said, “Pauwi ka na? Fastfood muna tayo.”

I, of course, begged to be excused. Duh?!

He saw how I was untrusting and thought I’d come with him if he would show some identification. Yes, he showed me his ID with Cosmos on top of it. But still, no.

I began to stride on a pace faster than my normal pace.

He did not give up. He asked for my number.

Manong, you’re creepy! You are WAAAAY old for me. I can’t possibly be a catch for you. We are sooo not in the same age bracket. Whatever you were up to….YUCK! YIKES!


Crossing my fingers…

I wish that through God’s blessing my dearest Mommy Tal and Jamie would ace their Maybank exam and that they finally be given an offer.

I also pray that Diane get into Unilever, baybeh. Hehe

I am also crossing my fingers for StatSoc, my beloved organization. I pray that we (hehe, ‘we’) could bag the top position in the FOPC.

But anyway, congrats to all of for having come that far.