Rain emptied out the gym and honestly, best session I've had in weeks. Tell me you'd come spot me.
Rain emptied out the gym and honestly, best session I've had in weeks. Tell me you'd come spot me.
Told myself I was only browsing and now I'm three outfits deep in a fitting room with no self-control. The slip dress is winning but I need someone else's opinion before I hand over my card. Tell me — yes or no?
Third indie film of the day and I'm the kind of emotional wreck who keeps going back for more. Cinemalaya always does this to me — one good short and suddenly I'm rethinking my entire life between screenings. Tell me you'd sit through the boring ones with me.
Nothing fixes a long week like disco lights and a few thousand strangers all singing the same words. My feet already hurt and I haven't even made it past the doors yet. Tell me you'd be brave enough to dance with me in this crowd.
Five days of nonstop rain and the city finally went quiet. Standing on the balcony in just my robe because the air is still too thick to care about clothes. The whole street is dark except for one light flickering three floors down. Tell me you'd come up and watch it with me.
Found the last ripe mango in the kitchen and decided the counter was as good a seat as any. Would you have the nerve to interrupt?
The street dance coverage from Calbayog is on and I can't sit still through a single routine. My living room version is missing a few hundred years of tradition but the joy is exactly the same. Tell me you'd let me drag you onto the floor.
Cold shower didn't even make a dent in this heat, so I gave up and found the coolest spot in the whole apartment. Come keep me company down here?
The monsoon turned my whole place into a sauna and my workout clothes didn't survive past the first stretch. Lying on the floor now with the rain hammering the windows and absolutely nothing on. Would you look away, or would you stay?
Got caught in the downpour on the way home and every stitch I had on is soaked through and useless. Standing in my own doorway dripping onto the tile with nothing left worth keeping on. Tell me you'd at least hand me a towel first.