Wella just rang me today overseas at the office. Full 1 hour of hagikgik and chika at the expense of my idle office hours. She said that she wants to tell this guy that she likes him. She did that to three different guys already. All rooted with the same ferocity and power that she has for these unworthy people. She declared that she liked them enough to jump into a relationship. A normal relationship.



Hay, but these guys aren't worth a whit of the brevity she has for them. Magmumukha na naman daw siyang tanga. That's not katangahan. I call it katapangan. Not in a way parallel to Gabriela Silang but it takes past ghosts, pancreas, adrenalin and temporary insanity to tell a MALE that you like him. It's personal puking of guts. The feeling is like that of worming into a hole ala back to the future. After that, you'll be a blast. It's like you gave birth via caesarean section sans the anesthesia.



Rejection maybe the biggest and worst cushion to fall back on after a male-likeness confession. But as i said, its a cushion. It won't hurt that much.



I envy Wella for feeling that way. The intensity you feel for someone and the stuff you go through just to tell it. I mean, how? Where do people get it? Where does Wella get it? I miss it. Being in love. Feeling and falling extremes for someone you hardly know.



I did the same thing twice. Way back. I was rejected on the first time. He's now in California. The second one didn't reject me, he pricked me. I bled.



Here's to you my Wella and here's to me! And here's to the force that be-- LOVE.