Wounded
I was at the mall yesterday with a friend, shopping for formal clothes he needed for a pictorial. It wasn’t very easy! He is clueless in the fashion department and I got no help from him at all in picking out HIS suit. We, I mean “I” was just getting started with our search for the perfect outfit when he complained about a blister on his right ankle. I left him at a restaurant to order lunch, while I rushed to Mercury Drug to buy band-aids. Soon after applying the plastic strip, he was back on his feet, happily tagging along. But he later on injured his wallet when he paid PhP8500 for the suit I picked out for him.
How I wish nursing a wounded heart is as easy as applying a plastic strip on a blister…
waahaha..mahal nga tlga suit nya..hehe…pero bagay nman sa knya…
hehe…nahirapan kami hanapin yun…