While I was at La Mert (chica way of saying the MRT), a guy in front of me was texting a girl. Since I was in aviators, the gossip girl in me kicked in. The message, though not in jejemon was something like this:
Girl: Ang hirap ng may asawa. (It’s so hard being married.)
Guy: Kung gusto mo maghiwalay na lang tayo kung hadlang ako… (If you want, let’s just separate if you think I’m a hindrance…)
Kaaaloka! I managed to get the girl’s number. And texted her a good deed for the day:
She replies with a hint of paranoia.
And another text from me… call me the guardian angel named Penelope…
I’ll keep sending her angel messages so I can buy my place in heaven. Hey, I’m not perfect but I still believe in marriage; make it straight, gay, and even animals.
Boyfriends, you can steal. Girlfriends, you can screw. But there’s one thing that’s not meant to be broken, and that’s a vow made by two.