Banana Chips Love Story

last night was our office's xmas party, but before i write a blog about this awesome event i hosted, lemme tell you something about Mr.D, remember when i told you who Mr.D was, yeah the guy who likes me and i like him but is now stuck in a skitch's life? he was also the guy who confessed in my own face that everytime he sees me, he feels like there are a million butterflies in his tummy (sweet right?) yeah  that guy, so last night...i was so surprised that i received a text message from me saying " hey, how are you N, i missed you alot...do you wanna hang out saturday night? dinner perhaps..." gosh! my bendy straw from the soda iwas drinking suddenly dripted for i just bitten it..for even i do, i couldnt believe what my eyes are staring at... imean Mr.D the animated rich guy who GRINS like a kid..but stares like an actor from a teleserye that makes you want to melt in your sit kind of guy...wants to go out with me?!... as for a reply, i told him that we have an eve

DO you know the feeling of having someone new in your life and you just arent sure if you want them in it... gosh.. this past 2 days have been a whirlwind of all kinds.....i really tried to be not emotionally attach to anybody... but it seems that sometimes my bipolar heart and mind doesnt even cooperate with each other... my heart says i like this person, but my mind says..hold on to yourself little girl... sometimes my heart says, yeahh thats it..thats the spirit maybe one day you'll wake up and receive a text message saying i love you...but yeah crap that out... gosh i so dont know what to do...my heart has been torn into pieces many times, that even promises are not enough to mend it... last tuesday someone told me that he loves me, and that he promise me that he wont even hurt me, that one day he will prove to me and to his family that we are worth it...that if he'll hurt me it'll be his lost not mine...i mean what the fuck right...i was almost too stupid to b

(CHAPTER 1.2 - THE BANANA SIGN!) and so as days past by my boss always tell me stories about Mr.G ..deep in my heart i was so kilig and was so delighted by the prowess of his love life...not that i didn't had my own research... ..and so one day his boss and my boss decided that we would be the one to throw our office's monthly social and that i was the one assigned to get close to him and be the better half of our department... ..gawdd you don't know how happy i am when the small chit chat planning/meetings begun...almost every 2 days..i get to see him..but with an official reason...one time he arrived at our floor together with our one colleagues which is also his co-department..and as they enter our floor i saw the other sir walking with a BANANA on his hand...he jokingly went to my cube and told me that someone wants to give it to me that it was Mr.G ..i on the other hand begun laughing because the banana was just too tiny and its yellow color was just to blunt...(seño

So I've been away from blogging in a while... and mi updates about Mr.G has been piling up like chapters of a diary yet to be written... my story is about how a Banana turned into a part of this. so here goes nothing again...let's start with Chap.1 Banana Me After a a long gone of 1 week or so in Baguio with my Bosses as a part of an activity we organized for all those law people...i realized that i needed to bring something from the mountain as a pasalubong for Mr.G...and as the famous BANANA CAKE's savory smell invaded the entire lobby of the hotel we are in ..i thought about him..i thought that because he is a foodie enthusiast (specially desserts) i might as well take one for the team and remove all my shyness for me to offer the scrumptious cake to him as a pasalubong...but one of my bosses which i really look up to and is what i call my "BOB ARUM" for she can be my promoter for me to get close to Mr.G said that it'll be much better if i would bu