After a Boring Weekend

07-20-2009 Monday

My weekend was as boring as it could get that's why I didn't bother posting a separate entry for Saturday and Sunday when I can simply summarize everything that happened, or didn't happen, on one short paragraph. Told ya it's boring. But anyway, for some who might take time to read, uhh let's see...

Saturday:

I woke up at 7am. Yeah, goodbye to those days when I used to wake up just in time for lunch. I stayed in bed until around 8, just listening to the hymn of the worship service for children being held on the church that's just a stone's throw away from us. As I listen, I reminisce the times when I used to be part of that choir for children. Ahh, the good, innocent times of my childhood. That was waay back..way back when life was so easy that it made me cringe to think about the shallow things that used to make me cry. You really wouldn't know how old you've grown until you start to realize how easy your life used to be.

When the worship service was finished, I dragged my lazy ass to the kitchen and prepared my breakfast. I don't usually eat breakfast but I have to, since I still have some medicines to take. After swallowing the hot chocolate, a few butter-flavored toasted bread and some antibiotics, I faced my computer and played this game I just installed (thanks to Raymond, my brother from anotha mother). That's enough to consume a couple of hours so when I finished, it's almost time for lunch.

I can't blame you if you're bored while reading this, that's exactly how I felt during the weekend. Wait, there's more:

Sunday:

My mom came home. She and my gramma were talking a bit loud, excitement I guess, so I woke up to the sound of their voices. Sunday morning, I did the usual routine very similar to what you've just read for Saturday entry: ate breakfast, swallowed antibiotics, played in the pc.

Sunday afternoon, I decided to break the habit. I took a bath, went to the flea market and bought a gift for Alex. My mind, after being beaten up from thinking, was finally made up of the present I'm going to give him. To be honest, I know a lot about what Alex might want but he's just one of those people you find a hard time giving the right present. People like that are either 1.) filthy rich that has everything already or 2.) not-so-rich; usually satisfied with what they have and doesn't wanna wish for anything else. Alex is categorized as no. 2.

In spite of that, I still wanna give him something, you know. I kept it simple, I made sure that it's something he'll use most of the time and something that doesn't consume space. Three pairs of boxer shorts. Heh heh. He's one of those guys who works out a lot and has developed some muscles, that he usually walks around with nothing but a pair of tattered shorts. Sometimes I ask him if his body is not as toned as it is now, I wonder if he will still have the guts to be seen half-naked, to which he'll simply react with a naughty boyish grin that'll make my defenses crumble down.

That summarizes my entire weekend. My motorcycle was not with me since it's acting up and something needs to be fixed. That was another bummer.

Let's now go back to this day. Monday.

Alex surprised me by coming to our house early. I was a bit mad at him yesterday for not texting even though I know he has sufficient load. I can only confront him over the phone but whenever he's around, like today, I would melt and forget about the whole thing. He has a way with me and I hate that sometimes.

It's a gloomy day. The sky looks like it's gonna rain any minute so we spent the day at home, watching DVD and eating anything we can find on the fridge. I sat beside him, his arms wrapped around my waist while his eyes are hooked on the TV screen. I glanced up at his face, thinking how those boxer shorts will look on him and everytime he caught me staring at him, he would have this confused look on his face and I'll just smile.

For us girls, we like it when boys are the one clueless. :)

Labels: alex, love, pink crimson, storm

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 7:33 PM