Time check. It’s 26 minutes after 1 AM. I still have a work later cause apparently, it is still not a Friday night. But I still decided to pull out my laptop and now I am gonna start telling you stories you didn’t even asked to hear in the first place.
As I walked home this evening, I decided to pass by Bonifacio High Street. I don’t usually take this route cause I think it would take me longer to get home or I’m just bad at calculating the distance. Anyway, I was recording my feet while walking and was surprised to see some petals of white roses scattered. At first I thought they were just leaves falling from the tree but then I realized they were perfectly sprinkled at the sides of the stairs I was stepping on to. It looked like something you see during weddings and proposals where the lady walks down the aisle, eyes filled with tears of joy, and covering her mouth with both hands to look cute. You know what I mean. So I looked around and saw candles which I believed was formed into a heart shape and there were some video cameras being set up. I knew it. Someone was proposing in public. I stayed for a while. Thought I’d be an additional audience but when I looked back at the petals on the ground, the utility guy was already sweeping them off. So I thought the proposal has ended. I just hope she said “YES”.
I continued to walk my way home and reminisce the times when I wished someone would ask me to marry him one day and surprise me like that in public. I realized that I no longer want that, although I know my current boyfriend is capable of doing that. I bet he’d rent a whole cinema or take me on a helicopter ride. Or whatever crazy idea that he thinks is fancy. AJ, if you are reading this, I forbid you to do that. I am over those years. Long before we started dating, my fairytale dreams have changed. I have come to appreciate the simpler life. The more I get older, the more chill and private I want my life to be. I like intimate weddings, small gatherings, being surrounded by nature, and just staying at home most of the time.
Honestly, I don’t have that big circle of friends. I have a few close friends and I like it that way. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am not a snob and in situations where I am surrounded by strangers, I am usually the one who would approach people first. I don’t really go out of the house very often, even when I was still in Cebu. You barely see me to the point that our neighbors would ask my mother if I am still living in our house or have I moved out already. Some people might think I’m dead already. I don’t go to bars and clubs. And most of all, I don’t drink and smoke cigar. You think I am a party-goer because I live in the middle of the city where night clubs are just four cartwheels away. Look, I wouldn’t even show up when our neighbor living next to our house invites me over on occasions. Do I sound like a wet-blanket now? Well, in my defense, I am not comfortable eating at somebody else’s place because one, it would take me at least an hour to finish my meal; and two, I am too lazy to mingle with people. I know it’s not a good thing for some of you, but in our family, we don’t normally eat together. I always prefer to eat alone. And that’s never been a problem with my parents. The most valid reason I can give you is that I don’t eat on time. Also, when I don’t feel like eating yet, nobody can force me. I like to do things in my own time. Okay, let’s just stop talking about food. My stomach is growling. I wonder why when I was so full at dinner.
Where were we? Oh, I watched a movie prior to writing this. I found “Falling Inn Love” at Netflix. Turns out it was the one I have waited. Seen the trailer of it a couple of times maybe months ago. Remember how I kept saying in my previous posts that I’ve been looking for films similar to Letters to Juliet and Under the Tuscan Sun? Well guess what, the storyline of this movie is a combination of the two aforementioned films. It is about a career woman, probably my age, who lost her job and her boyfriend in a span of one week. She was devastated and during her misery, she stumbled upon this email where she won an “Inn” at a countryside in New Zealand. She then fell in love with a man who help her rebuild the inn, which by the way happens to be a scam. It was like ordering an item from an online shop. You expect the exact item to arrive only to disappoint you to the superlative degree you could ever imagine. I wouldn’t go into so much details so you would watch it, too.
The more I watch films with beautiful countryside setting, the more I want to move away from the city. I could be working in a flower shop there or in a café waiting tables. I could be an editor on a local newspaper where I just write anything under the sun. I could be an event coordinator, as what I have always dreamt of. I’d be greeting my neighbors good morning and we see each other in church on Sundays. In this life, I know how to ride a bike with a basket at the front full with fresh flowers I picked from my garden. I have a vintage van painted in a dusty blue color with white accents. Or a pink vespa that I ride going to my boutique at the small town where I sell cheap cute clothings and accessories and some decors I have personally made. I would cook delicious meals and go to farmer’s market on Saturdays. I would have a dog that I gifted to AJ but stays with me so he can use the dog as a reason to visit me more often. He also has to come by everyday because I can’t feed the dog. FYI, I have a doraphobia (kindly refer to google for an brief description). I don’t know why we’re still not married and living together at this point. But anyway, this is my dream life. Might change after a few years. Hopefully not.
Time check once again. it’4 minutes after 3. Expect me to wake up at around noon time. I’ll hit the sack now before the sun rises.
