Ang ganda ko dito ano po mga kaibigan? Hahaha. Nakakamiss pala yung mahaba at itim kong buhok. :( Sana humaba na ulit buhok ko tas papagupitan ko nanaman kasi isa akong babaeng di makapagdecide. Hahaha. February 14, 2013 ito eh. Eto yung nag-cut kami para magdate magtropa hehe. Eh ngayong taon lahat sila may pagibig at kanya kanyang date na. Tatlo lang kaming wala. Haisht. HAHA. Okay.
Oh and to make things fun, if you correctly guess who I am I’ll do you one favor.
Let the games begin~
In all her years of watching people celebrate the occasion, of seeing them buying presents and taking their lovers out for fancy dinners and whatnot, Gayoon has never been fond of Valentine’s. No, she isn’t one of those beings who spends his or her time brooding over the loss or lack of a supposed soulmate—if anything, she is the complete opposite. From her perspective, the hours of the holiday should best be spent on more productive activities, ones that put her effort and skills to good use. There is an objective to be attained in all she deems worthy of accomplishing.
Anything without a larger purpose is meaningless to her, after all.
So when she hears an unexpected tap at her door, her eyebrows lift out of an instinctive sense of suspicion, followed by slight surprise. Late-night visitors—including those specific individuals she approves of—rarely come by without an announcement in advance, and even then she still carries herself with as much caution as possible. Carefully, she steps forward towards the door, hand looming over the pistol strapped to her thigh. In a swift movement, she unfastens the locks and pulls her door open, immediately sidestepping afterward in order to hide herself from whatever or whomever is standing outside.
When no such action occurs from the apparent other party, the female quickly moves back to the entrance and adjusts her position to a stance ready for combat. However, it soon becomes evident to her that there is no one there—at least not any longer—and so, still wary of her surroundings, Gayoon peers outside to check for anything that may have been left behind. As her gaze come across the box of foodstuffs resting on the floor, her eyes narrow, though she slowly picks the item up and inspects it from all angles, reading the note as a last measure.
“… Hm.” It’s all she manages to mutter as she closes the wooden barrier and locks it once more, retreating back into the foyer of her unit. By then, she begins to smile, nothing short of amused at receiving a seemingly appropriate present with a questionable message. Eating the treats isn’t on her agenda, and when she walks over to the nearest table and places the package on top of it, the final comments echo throughout the confines of her mind.
If the other wants to play a game, then she has no qualms about participating.
My hands hurt like hell from cutting rose and we get 50+ more boxes of them tomorrow, I’m getting jumpy from getting my backpack ready for school on Tuesday, and I’m stressing about class and the 35 hours of work that I’m in for for the next three days. I’m gonna kick ass this week but I’m still glad I found this in the fridge tonight.