Blog Thirty Nine: Kiss
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We just stared at each other for a minute until I shook my head and gave him a panicked look. “Paki-forget what I said,” natatarantang sabi ko.
He nodded. “Alright,” he said, shrugging.
I bit my lips and chided myself. Leche, ang dyahe! Ang dyahe sagad!
He tapped me on the shoulder. Noong nilingon ko siya, he bent down. Namilog ang eyes ko.
OMG, ito na ba!? Hahalikan niya na ba ako!?
“Lipstick,” he said, holding up a tube of lipstick to my face.
I blinked. Leche, muntik na ako doon, ah! I mean, muntik na naman akong mag-panic at gumawa ng eksena! Mabuti na lang at delayed reaction ang peg ko.
He applied lipstick on my lips. When he was done, I gave him a curious look. “You know how to apply make-up?”
“Hindi.”
“Huh? Eh paano mo—”
“Hindi ako marunong. Natuto lang ako ngayon.”
“Excuse me?” hindi makapaniwalang tanong ko. I mean, possible ba ‘yun!? “You just learned to apply make-up, excuse me again, today?”
“Oo.”
“How did you even know how to use these?” I asked, gesturing at the make up materials.
He shrugged. “Alam ko lang.”
“Pero paano ka?”
“Pinapanuod kita.”
“Huh?”
“Kapag naglalagay ka ng ganyan sa tuwing papasok ka sa klase niyo sa Social Arts,” he said, shrugging.
OMG. With just that? With just watching me apply make-up, natuto na siyang maglagay niyon?
I gave him yet another curious look. “Did you take up Art classes or something?”
He sat on a chair. “Fine Arts.”
Namilog ang eyes ko. “Excuse me? Akala ko Civil Engineering ka?”
“Oo nga.”
“Eh—”
“That was during a few years back.”
“Omo, so you mean to say, second course mo na ito?”
“Fourth,” he said, closing his eyes while leaning back on a chair.
“Huh? Did you shift three times?”
“Hindi.”
“Eh ano?”
“I graduated already.”
“Excuse me? Sa tatlong courses na ‘yun?”
“Oo.”
Nalaglag ang panga ko sa floor. “Okay, info overload,” I said, shaking my head. ‘Yung totoo? All the while akala ko eh hindi pa siya guma-graduate kasi palagi siyang bumabagsak. Tapos sabi pa niya, Cyber’s the good son while he’s the prodigal one. Malay ko bang apat ang kurso niya, ‘di ba? ‘Di ba?
“Huwag mo nang isipin iyon. Pumunta ka na sa backstage.”
“Huh? Oh, okay,” I said absent-mindedly. “Wait. Ikaw? Hindi ka pa lalabas? Bawal nga sabi ang guys here.”
“Okay,” he said, opening his eyes and standing up calmly.
Seriously? Is he really that calm!?
Lalabas na dapat ako noong bigla niya akong tinawag.
“Celeste.”
“What?” I asked, turning to look at him.
He didn’t say anything. He just took a step forward and bent down.
And then he kissed me on the head.
“Good luck,” he said, putting his hands on his pockets while walking away.
Okay.
So what did just happen?
Did he just… kiss me?
Okay, okay.
Sa ulo iyon.
But still… did he just kiss me!?
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Blog Entry # 39:
Cirrus Sandejas just kissed me on the head.
Okay, okay.
Halik sa ulo.
What the fudge does it mean!?
Grandma? Lola? Eh ‘di ba sa noo iyon!? Eh ano ang sa ulo? Wait. Ulo is different from noo, right? Right. So ulo nga.
And again… what the fudge does it mean!?
Celeste Cheng
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