Parang gusto ko yata yung medyo bobong jowa.
Hindi naman yung tatanga-tangang enabler ni Duterte kind of bobo na ginawang lifestyle ang idiocy; yung ano lang, idiocy as her inadequacy, as a flaw lang. Like, matalino pa rin dapat s'ya—she's opinionated in various topics—pero sana yung may ano, may kaunting kabobohan, like in a cute way.
Yun bang maglalaro kami ng Scrabble, then she spells "rambunctious" and my mouth is wide agape.
"Baby, how did you know that?" I ask her in surprise.
And she's like, "Grabe ka sa'kin, syempre, I read naman 'no."
Then I dare her, "Sige nga, ano meaning n'yan?"
Then she just laughs scratching her head, in a cute way.
Ganoirn. Cute lang.
Ta's 'pag nagsusulat s'ya ng schoolwork, she'd be like, "Babe, ano nga ulit spelling ng 'belief'? Is it I-E or E-I?"
And I look at her with this look like I'm telling her, "Seriously?" then I say, "It's I-E, baby."
She thanks me, then continues writing, then moments later, she asks again, "May word ba na 'informations' with s?" And I explain to her wala kasi that is an uncountable noun. Then she thanks me.
Ganyan lang, very mild, in a cute way.
Tapos, we'd go outside and sa meet-up namin she'd look so ravishing, so I say, "You look so ravishing."
Pero she just says, "Ano yung ravishing?" then she stops me, "Ay, no, don't tell me, check ko na lang sa dictionary app ko." And then she proceeds to find its definition.
Ta's pupunta na kami do'n sa kakainan namin, say, a café ta's dadaan kami sa glass door, but then we'll be stopped at the doorway kasi she's pulling the door.
And she's like, "Ba't ayaw mag-open?" she lets go of the handle, then I'll push the door following the large sign that said 'PUSH' as she blushes, embarrassed.
Ganoirn. I just find Perfection to be boring; maganda yung may weakness so you can be her strength.
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