Last Night at TEDT'S

Open na ang McDo dito sa Iligan! Yay! But the mall, per se, is not yet open. It will take million years pa siguro bago ma-entirely furnish at magkaro’n ng laman. Hay. Finally, may existing mall na dito sa Iligan (“pero Gaisano parin” ‘ika nga ni Lily). Dahil hindi mahulugan ng karayom ang McDo, Ate Ayin (my housemate) and I ended up at Tedt’s, just some few steps from the mall. I love their Chicken Pasta Supreme and Kubori Biko. Speaking of biko (a local dessert made up of sticky rice topped with sugar or coconut milk latik), we were at the library the other day talking about what snack is available at the canteen when I suggested biko to Jho, she referred to it as “eeewww..biko, I don’t eat that!”. It was a joke, of course! One who doesn’t eat biko mustn’t claim him/herself as Pinoy or Meranao! We kept on laughing when I called her: mamanti and sumasayan. (Meranao slang, I don’t know how to translate them neither in Tagalog nor English..hehehe).

Anyway, I’m not gonna talk about biko though masarap talaga ang Kubori biko nila sa Tedt’s. But my conversation with Miss Ayin at Tedt’s. We were in the midst of conversation about our lovelives or rather about her palalabs (kasi wala nga naman akong lovelife na ikukuwento) when she told me na mataas daw ang standard ko. Gosh! Coming from someone na madalas din mabansagan na mataas ang standard!  She sensed it! I didn’t take it as a compliment. My “lofty” standard doesn’t make me proud nor does it make me happy. I consider it as a defect that causes my impaired lovelife.

Maybe I’m becoming too idealistic, too choosy, well, I’ve never been into a relationship so I don’t have hints, only what I see in my friends’ relationships and on TV and on movies. Consequently, other people’s mistakes in their relationship are learned lessons for me. And, I thought, since I’ve been a real good girl all my life, I think I only deserve the best. Hihi.

 How-everrrr, my mind doesn't close to the existence of the word “reality”. And he’s my reality. Too far from my “almost” perfect guy, but I want him still. Yet, lopsidedness tramples me in the dust.