two birds. one stone.
ACT ONE
jogging tayo sa saturday.
seryoso? tara! wag lang maaga ha. hehe.
ngek. afternoon pa.
alrighty!
come saturday...
are you still up for it? mukhang wala ka na sa mood ah.
ok lang. (silence)
sure ka? ok lang kahit hindi na.
(thinks for a while) ayoko na kasing mag-jogging e. but i want to walk by the beach.
ah, cge, tara na!
they walked out the door and was joined in by another character.
two birds. one stone.
they strolled by the beach. breeze blowing their worries away. soft rain started to fall... and began to become big, fat drops of cold tears from the sky.
they ran for shelter. as if they were little kids.
o, diba, nakapag-jogging ka rin!
seeked shelter at a nearby shed. started to share some sentiments. exchanged a few hearty laughs. the rain trickled until it finally stopped. so they began to walk by the bay... again.
snide remarks started flying. but it was all for fun. they were amused with her sarcasm. she was often weirded out. they trailed their way back to the office. break was over.
"serious mode" (not quite)
two birds. one stone.
ACT TWO
twas a swell tuesday night...
went out to dinner. table was filled with sumptuous viands. pay day, oh yeah!
soon... the table was cleared. enjoyed the hefty meal. half of the group headed their way back home, while the rest stayed.
two birds. one stone.
had their bottles of beer. while she just mustered to have a can of cali.
so things began. it was as if she was on the hot seat. asked to answer the questions thrown her. generally about her personal life... and it had to be about her love life.
she didn't respond to the questions given her. trying to keep things to herself. and then she thought, "oh, what's there to lose!" she began to open up...
but didn't lay her cards fully.
they all seemed interested. or so she thought. it was pretty obvious. she was... again... weirded out.
two birds. one stone.
at present...
call her the "apple of their eyes"... both spend time exchanging sms's.
sharing sentiments. saying that they miss her. that she's special.
showing concern and what not.
she, in turn, keeps her guard. not wanting to interpret things in a different light... adding a dab of color into things. appreciates the friendship.
taking things as it is.
two birds. one stone.
jogging tayo sa saturday.
seryoso? tara! wag lang maaga ha. hehe.
ngek. afternoon pa.
alrighty!
come saturday...
are you still up for it? mukhang wala ka na sa mood ah.
ok lang. (silence)
sure ka? ok lang kahit hindi na.
(thinks for a while) ayoko na kasing mag-jogging e. but i want to walk by the beach.
ah, cge, tara na!
they walked out the door and was joined in by another character.
two birds. one stone.
they strolled by the beach. breeze blowing their worries away. soft rain started to fall... and began to become big, fat drops of cold tears from the sky.
they ran for shelter. as if they were little kids.
o, diba, nakapag-jogging ka rin!
seeked shelter at a nearby shed. started to share some sentiments. exchanged a few hearty laughs. the rain trickled until it finally stopped. so they began to walk by the bay... again.
snide remarks started flying. but it was all for fun. they were amused with her sarcasm. she was often weirded out. they trailed their way back to the office. break was over.
"serious mode" (not quite)
two birds. one stone.
ACT TWO
twas a swell tuesday night...
went out to dinner. table was filled with sumptuous viands. pay day, oh yeah!
soon... the table was cleared. enjoyed the hefty meal. half of the group headed their way back home, while the rest stayed.
two birds. one stone.
had their bottles of beer. while she just mustered to have a can of cali.
so things began. it was as if she was on the hot seat. asked to answer the questions thrown her. generally about her personal life... and it had to be about her love life.
she didn't respond to the questions given her. trying to keep things to herself. and then she thought, "oh, what's there to lose!" she began to open up...
but didn't lay her cards fully.
they all seemed interested. or so she thought. it was pretty obvious. she was... again... weirded out.
two birds. one stone.
at present...
call her the "apple of their eyes"... both spend time exchanging sms's.
sharing sentiments. saying that they miss her. that she's special.
showing concern and what not.
she, in turn, keeps her guard. not wanting to interpret things in a different light... adding a dab of color into things. appreciates the friendship.
taking things as it is.
two birds. one stone.
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