I survived the February 14 by just hiding inside my room and sleeping all day and no social media for me (I almost deactivated my Facebook but then again it would be too obvious for everyone that I'm a bitter queen). Call me amaplaya or even apdo para mas mapait I hate Valentines day. It's killing me from inside out. Can you blame me, I've been single for the longest time? And no not my choice, their choice. Why hasn't my prince charming swept me off my feet? Mr. prince charming, yoohoo come and get me! I am so ready!
So okay, today is Sunday -February 15- it's post Valentines day. I, also, call it my cheat day- I know it hasn't been a week and I'm already cheating (tse! wala kang pakialam ahaha char!). I've been waiting and dreaming for this day of the week to come- an all-out gorge-fest day.
I want to start my day right so I woke up at around 6 am and ever so ready for my Sunday morning Zumba at the park (my first day, actually). I put on my basketball shorts, a white loose T-shirt and a pair of white Nike shoes, with pink stripes on the side. Hang taray ng get up ko diba?!
As soon as I arrived at the park, I saw a bunch of old ladies dancing their socks off to the tune of Bang Bang. Ang mga lowlah kez nagsimula na hindi na ako nahintay! Mga traydor chos! Then all of a sudden, my jam- Single Ladies by ateng Beyonce started to play. I almost pee my pants. Walang anu ano at walang warm up warm up, I joined the dancing ladies. Oh boy did I dance. Beyonce levels!
After my sultry and energy filled festive performance at the park. I went home, showered and went straight to the nearest mall. May I remind you that Sunday is the no-bilangan-of-calories day. When I passed by Krispy Kreme Doughnuts, my hunger automatically kicked in. They smell so good almost heavenly. By the time I finished my coffee, I've gobbled down five doughnuts. After that, I went to Bench Fix for my hair woes. And right after I was hungry again. I had a sosyal lunch by myself in an Italian restaurant. I had a plateful of Frutti di Mare Pasta and my usual jologs self did not hesitate to mop up the extra sauce with some bread rather than let it go to waste. I thought I was ready to pass out from eating too much.
Para bumaba ang kinain ko I decided to window shop. Just window shop I kept repeating myself that. As I was admiring this tiny top body-hugging fit short sleeve scoop neck t-shirt that will never fit me not in a million years from the display window. I saw a very familiar face inside the store. It was my ex bf. He was with his current. I know it was his current because I stalk him online (OMG I'm so pathetic). I froze for a moment. The cheating lying backstabbing scumbag ex boyfriend of mine. My face flushed red from the blood rushing to my head. He can't see me looking like this. For crying out loud I am 80 lbs heavier and misearable. Then they started moving. I swear I have never ran as fast as I can as if someone's chasing me and never looked back until I got home.
What the hell was that?! Why now? Why is he looking so happy when clearly he was the one who wronged me? Is karma not working for me? Why does it seem like I was the one being punished?
Depression succumbed me. I spent the rest of my Sunday watching Law & Order SVU marathons together with my ever reliable friends Ruffles, Pringles, Popcorns, Ice cream, Fried Chicken and Coke.
I think I wanna be like Olivia Benson someday.
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