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A plate of fettuccine
fettuccine
It was 8 o’ clock in the morning of June 9, 2003, wearing my favorite outfit, a simple maong skirt, my green petite polo and a casual slip on. I was supposed to attend my PT Review class at that time. While waiting for a ride, a Tamaraw FX stopped in front of me with a signboard of “Project 8” (a place in Quezon City). The wind blew on my face and without any hesitation, I’ve decided not to attend the class anymore. While inside the FX, I mumbled to myself that “I’m going to meet this special person I used to chat with….” I don’t know why I’m so eager to meet this person! Honestly, I’ve never been to that place… although I already have an idea on how can I get there.
After 45 minutes, the vehicle stopped at Road 20. My landmark was Mc Donald’s fast-food chain at my 3 o’clock, Tom’s Grill at 9 o’clock and a tricycle at 11 o’clock. I have to ride a tricycle this time to AMA University. At last I’ve already reached the school and as far as I can remember, this special person said that if I’m facing the school entrance gate, there’s a street going to the right, just walk straight to that direction and look for the Wirez and Circuitz Computer Shop. But it’s a dead-end! So I turned to my left and decided to have a walk for a while hoping that I might be able to find the said computer shop. I continued walking then suddenly I felt hungry coz it was already 9 o’clock in the morning so I stopped in a snack house and look for some food to eat. I ordered my favorite – fettuccine. Yummy! While I was eating, I texted her and asked if she can just meet me here at the snack house because I was having a hard time looking for her internet cafe. After about 20 minutes of waiting, I saw a girl standing in front of me. Wearing her sweet smile with teary eyes, she asked, “Excuse me, you’re Joyce right?” Then I nodded. I told her to sit beside me and offered some food to eat. Suddenly, my heart beat turned so fast as I glanced at her. I looked every inch of her face as well as the traces of sweat in her hair. The unexplained electric feeling impaired my taste buds. My hot creamy pasta turned into sweet, brilliant, heart pounding feeling inside my chest. I knew from the deepest part of my hypothalamus, as I put down the fork in my plate… at that moment I felt something that was so hard to explain… Only few words described what I’ve felt, “I’ll be happy to spend the rest of my life with HER!” and oh my God! She felt the same way too…
-Joyce
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