"You don't expect me to like you, do you? At pwede ba? May girlfriend na ako, Sandy pa nga ang pangalan niya and we're inlove with each other. One thing that will never happen to us.." Iritableng sabi niya sakin pero andun padin ang diin sa bawat salitang binigkas niya. Masakit, oo, sobra.. Lalo na dahil kahit kailan, di niya ako magugustuhan. Sa sobrang sakit nga ay hindi ko na inintindi ang pag-i-english niya.
I blink for many times and smiled at him, "Ang bitchy talaga ng pangalan ng girlfriend mo Xynong noh? Sandy from the word sand at ang sand ay madalas makita sa bitch." I don't know how can I still manage to be a dumbarse and pretend that I am much okay. Onting-onti nalang talaga ay babagsak na yung mga luha ko.
"May lakad ba kayo ni Sandy? Hindi na muna kita guguluhin ngayon dahil may date kayo ng girlfriend mo. Baka sabihin mo naman, ang tindi ko. Bukas nalang ulit ha.." And with that, tumalikod na ako at umalis. I took my steps heavily and the same thing with my eyes because tears fell down endlessly and heavily.
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I don't know what am I up to.
I'm one-o-one percent sure that I am in my sane mind.
But sometimes, I wish that I wasn't.
So it wouldn't hurt this much.
That all I have to bother is my fame and the money I earned, am earning, and am about to earn.
He's simply a man who have to work his ass out to pay bills. A man who has a maximum salary of 24,590 pennies. A man who lives in a very simple apartment that's worth 5,000 a month. A man who threw someone like me.
A highest paid model in the century. A singer who sold 100,021 album coppies. An artist who wished to be the leading lady of all men.
And now I wonder, am I really not pretty? Am I not even sexy in his eyes?
I did everything for him to like me. Or just to consider me that I'm around
But it all ended up dumping me by an average man.
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This story is purely a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents here have no relation to anyone bearing the same things. This is not inspired by any individual, known or unknown, by the author. This is a product of author's imagination, furthermore, everything in this book has lived in author's mind and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual being, living or dead, are all coincidental.
