St. Valentine's Day

Even though I've been single for most of my life, this must be the saddest Valentine's day ever for me. I know for a fact that valentine's day was supposed to be the day to remember how St. Valentine died by a gruesome killing by his fellows; but this doesn't make me feel good spending the day alone.

Yes, this must be me showing how bitter I am for everything I've been experiencing these past few weeks. But I promise myself that this will be the first and last time that I'll be letting out all the anger and sadness that I've kept in my secret safe for almost five months now.

You broke my heart during the time that I badly needed your support. You did not trust me when I said I love you and you are the only one for me.

You chose your principles instead of letting me show that I can be the man that I promised to be.

You left me in the dark.

But for all these, I must say: I brought myself into that situation. I've had my mistakes and I must suffer for all of them. Why am I writing this, you must ask. Well, after cooking bistek for dinner at my house, I ate it by myself and went to TriNoma to withdraw some moolah. It's almost the middle of the month and I have not yet paid my landlady for my rent. Walking for two minutes to TriNoma, I found myself in a sea of couples walking, kissing, hugging, flirting; add some dirty words here that ends with -ing and they're probably doing it. I tried to ignore them until I got to the long line in front of a BPI ATM machine. I said to myself that the wait would be a breeze, good thing I have my mp3 player with me. The fun never stopped there: A couple was standing in front of me, and while waiting for their turn at the ATM, they were doing the same things that the sea of people was doing all over TriNoma. What's worse? They thought that I am eavesdropping to their oh-so-sweet-nothings that they decided to leave the line and left me with their dagger looks. As they were leaving, Frightened Rabbit's "The Twist" was playing in my player. Oh sure, It's just a coincidence. At that moment, i decided to go home without any money in my pocket.

I think the onion's sting from the Bistek I've prepared earlier made my eyes so red that people around me thought I was crying.