Last Kiss

Yesterday.

It was the end of my manic week. I was litterally bitch-slapped by my exams, horrible professors, and obsessive classmates who always try to get the better of me. I had a moratorium against booze. I had to keep my memory intact for my own sake... and for that well coveted prefix if ever ill succeed in this shithole I am into.

The first thing I did was wake up as late as I could. Waking up at 7 wasn't really my idea of late. I was excited to hear that our newbie techy haven't fixed our connection or whatever. In short, NO OFFICE. NO PAY! Crap! But still, I had to make use of the free time.

Don't ask me how I spent it. I spent it wisely. But as we were on our way home, we almost collided with another jeepney. "Kay-uha liko mo pre, bilatsi-iloy ya..." Uttering those word didn't make me feel better. I could almost see myself scalping the face of that asshole who almost delivered my immediate demise.

If that night ended horribly, would that have been our last kiss? By the way, have I told you how I really love you?