She stirred in bed and rouse from a deep slumber with a severe headache and confusion, when she finally gathered her full consciousness and find out the predicament of the whole situation that she got herself into. For the hundredth time ay paulit-ulit nyang isinisigaw sa utak niyang hindi totoo ang bangungot sa harapan nya ngunit pang isang daang beses ding sinasampal sakanya ang katotohanang dilat na dilat sya at hindi binabangungot lamang. and to her horror the large brawny figure on the left side of the bed shifted walang iba kundi ang bossing ni Georgina na si Atty. Timotheo Dimasalang infamous for being tough, undeviating and critical at sya si Georgina Florencia kabaliktaran sya ng sikat na modelo na "Georgina" din ang pangalan she's neither elegant nor refined, she's no feminine in fact she's a lesbo or at least that's what most people think of her hindi naman nya masisi ang mga taong nag iisip ng ganun patungkol sakanya sa paraan ng pananamit, itsura, pananalita at galaw mahuhusgahan nga talaga syang tibo. Isa syang assistant, slash bodyguard slash driver, slash taga linis at taga luto ni Atty. Dimasalang. In short all around, isa siyang dakilang side kick for the past seven years, at ngayun ay nanganganib si Georgina na mawalan ng trabaho dahil sa kagagahan nya. Paano na? Lingid sa kaalaman niya ay may nagsisimula nang mabuo sa sinapupunan nya as millions of his male germ cell swam towards her uterus and into her female gamete, the adage of the birds and the bees.

They met over cups of coffee and marlboro cigarettes and they made each other's day

#1 enough #1 notenough #3 in lifelessons #15 relatable "They say you regret the things you didn't do more than the things you did do in life," I whisper, glad that I can still form a coherent sentence with him so abnormally close to me. I would barely have to extend my arm halfway to touch him. I become painstakingly aware of every movement, watching his dark eyelashes flutter with every blink. He moves impossibly closer, eyes still concentrated on my lips. I swallow anxiously, forgetting how to breathe. "Well thank fuck for that," he mutters, before a hand against the back of my neck pulls us together. --- Never put effort into anything, I told myself. It will never help you. It will never beat those around you. You will never be competition for those geniuses. You will never be wanted by anyone in your life because there's always someone better than you. You will never amount to anything. You will never be good enough. I will never be good enough. And then I met Slater. Began: 2nd September 2016 Completed: 9th April 2018 (+585 days)