strangers don't usually talk to each other unless they are pestered, dying or crying for help for forgetting the toilet paper on the sink counter. curiosity is least probable reason, I tell you.
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I don't care if I sound or seem salty; I am what I am and the world can't do anything about it.
I trod over the tiles of the department store. Lights were shining over them as they were reflected by the tiles, hurting my sensitive eyes in the process. This is why I hate going to the mall--the lights here are so bright. They're even brighter than my future.
"You have to buy all these or I won't make you dinner!"
I bitterly scoffed. What a lame threat from a woman whose already 23 years old. I have no choice though. She's the only one I have, and I don't plan to lose her either. Yes, she's awesome and all; she likes to play games, do sports and memes but when her nerdy alter ego comes out, she goes out of her way just to buy those stationary thingamabobs of hers.
Unfortunately, she has work at the moment and these things she "threatened" me to buy are only available for a few hours. Most of these in this list are pens and journals that she uses for her everyday "journaling for self-improvement and productivity" routine. She does this so she, according to her, can balance her classy attitude in her office and the nerd she is at the house. And no, I don't have any problems with that. My problem is that she dragged me into buying these things which is so troublesome.
But I'm already here. Might as well get over it.
I passed by the pens. I started to find the pens that were on the list. Good thing she made her list specific because if not, I would've bought them from a dollar store. Well, I don't mean to discriminate, but I've tried some pens from those kinds of stores and knowing my sister's standards, she wouldn't like them.
Tried some of them on the trial paper nearby, and you wouldn't imagine how I cringed when I read what's written there.
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"God loves you, have a good day...?"
I bitterly scoffed once again. I don't see why this is hilarious, but I'm chuckling. I certainly don't find this cute at all, nor is it cheering me up on this unfortunate day. The text is written calligraphically with a blue brush pen in two different shades. Apparently, someone tried the brush pens and can't think of something to write. And it says "Yanna" on the side...
Of course, it's a girl. Although there would be any guys who'd like calligraphy, they won't write something such as this. I mean, "God loves you"...? Okay, okay. Again, I don't mean to discriminate. It's just so cringy, and girly perhaps...?
"'Wag ka ngang sumimangot! Smile! God loves you so you shouldn't be sad."
I turned my head towards the voice. She was holding her (I assume) younger brother's hand, whom I think is about 5 years old. He smiled as soon as she says those words, as if he wanted to impress her by doing what she says. In her hands were brush pens of different colors, and the two different shades of blue were there. And the softness of her gaze...
You wouldn't imagine how wide my smile was. I will have a good day, after all.
