Who said orange is the new Pink? Pink is always The One. I face my Doodle,the pink panther every morning without failing and trust me, I have much better days than others. Yes, I was dumped by my first ever boyfriend and that wasn’t the best that happened to me. But do you know that I missed giving Doodle a peck when I was about to leave my room? No, you don’t. Because nobody does. Be it or not, it’s him who was with me all the time whenever i felt like drowning my room with tears. Who else would listen to me bitching and praising the same person for 8 straight hours? Only my dearie Doodle.
I’m not late today, thankfully. Something tells me don’t be the normal Aura girl. So I dressed in a white top and blue overall, the tighter one different from the apron-like piece. Since high heels are a no-no for my back (I’m very health consious), I opted for the Nike shoes I bought for my last birthday. Yes, also in blue. Hair tied up in two pigtails, I left with my pink sling bag clinging on my shoulders.
What is dressing sporty yet walking to the station? So i run instead. Running to the elevator, I realized I didn’t take my breakfast so I better conserve some energy for later use. I reached the station in 10 minutes time, as usual. I looked for my Gucci purse and took out some coins and withdrawed a Crunchie from the vending machine. Chocolates boost us very in the morning, don’t they?
Unlike every other days, today something tells me to sit on the marble bench and look around. Well, observing morning train takers is interesting. We can see young teens with their partners, peer groups, working adults and some alone like how I travel everyday. This time someone caught my attention. Someone who looks like he doesn’t belong here.
He is the type of guy you would want to look at despite the fact that staring is rude. Just like when you were a giggling teen once upon a time, you know your Mom will never approve the guy yet you want him as your boyfriend. Your friends will whoohh when you tell to them that he asked you out. Your enemies in college will bitch about you right at your face and you can see the fire of jealousy in their eyes. You hate soccer but you’ll be cheering for him in the Inter-College Soccer Competition. Your parents and lecturers say it’s infatuation but you believe it’s love. Cupid has striken you!
Snapping back to reality, I realize there’s something more about this guy. I’m no more a high school goer, am I? So I can’t be holding on to the infatuation thingy. This is life, man. No such thing as love at first sight. So Mr Suitcase, can you please walk pass by me again?