I Don't Want To
I remember that time when we were
staying at Remington Hotel and casino was running out of luck for us but
thank goodness for the free hotel stay we had this elegant room for
ourselves--a twin queen-sized super soft bed.
It was like the casino suck the soul out of us from winning more than three hundred thousand bucks the first two days to tossing everything back our money to Resorts World Manila, Solaire, and City of Dreams. Ehh, the feeling was overwhelming I must say. There's a feeling of regret and fun and worth-it-ness (if there's such a word) inside me. During the victory days, our meals could cost P5,000 to P10,000 a day and when we're out of luck, we simply acquire free snacks from the famous Franks and Burger in exchange for gamepoints. Yep, that's the turn out of events.
When things like that happen, we just looked at each other and laugh at our experiences, the fun and stressful caused by the good decisions as well as the bad ones. And then soccer comes to mind, like yeah, it's fun and never costly. Lol!
So we had a great soccer time. I was too exhausted to move but I still managed to do the SOP clean up which was the purpose of the little amount of energy left in my body. I quickly went back to the comfy bed and curled like a fetus. Too exhausted! But then my tummy told me I was hungry.
I shook him to wake up before he eventually fall into deep sleep and told him I was hungry. He said he was hungry too. But we were both exhausted. We looked at the room services menu if they have food services, sad to say there was none.
Well, I honestly can't blame them dor having no food service because all the food that you'll ever want is just in the samw building (just different doors) or just the adjascent building of the Port City Drive.
"I don't want to..." I insisted over and over again. "You go!"
But he on the otherhand was doing the same, convincing me to just buy something to eat...7/1, McDonalds and etc. were just on the same building.
W
"No. Never. Bahala ka diha." I told him with a lot of conviction.
Instead of fighting, he didn't respond but transferred to the other bed. So now, we have our own bed for ourselves but no food. I was really hard as rock with my decision of never going going down because I'm tired kind of attitude. Bahala siya.
The next thing I knew, I woke up from an REM stage with a soft voice and some kisses, HE BROUGHT FOOD.
Awwwe. That's my boy.
It was like the casino suck the soul out of us from winning more than three hundred thousand bucks the first two days to tossing everything back our money to Resorts World Manila, Solaire, and City of Dreams. Ehh, the feeling was overwhelming I must say. There's a feeling of regret and fun and worth-it-ness (if there's such a word) inside me. During the victory days, our meals could cost P5,000 to P10,000 a day and when we're out of luck, we simply acquire free snacks from the famous Franks and Burger in exchange for gamepoints. Yep, that's the turn out of events.
When things like that happen, we just looked at each other and laugh at our experiences, the fun and stressful caused by the good decisions as well as the bad ones. And then soccer comes to mind, like yeah, it's fun and never costly. Lol!
So we had a great soccer time. I was too exhausted to move but I still managed to do the SOP clean up which was the purpose of the little amount of energy left in my body. I quickly went back to the comfy bed and curled like a fetus. Too exhausted! But then my tummy told me I was hungry.
I shook him to wake up before he eventually fall into deep sleep and told him I was hungry. He said he was hungry too. But we were both exhausted. We looked at the room services menu if they have food services, sad to say there was none.
Well, I honestly can't blame them dor having no food service because all the food that you'll ever want is just in the samw building (just different doors) or just the adjascent building of the Port City Drive.
"I don't want to..." I insisted over and over again. "You go!"
But he on the otherhand was doing the same, convincing me to just buy something to eat...7/1, McDonalds and etc. were just on the same building.
W
"No. Never. Bahala ka diha." I told him with a lot of conviction.
Instead of fighting, he didn't respond but transferred to the other bed. So now, we have our own bed for ourselves but no food. I was really hard as rock with my decision of never going going down because I'm tired kind of attitude. Bahala siya.
The next thing I knew, I woke up from an REM stage with a soft voice and some kisses, HE BROUGHT FOOD.
Awwwe. That's my boy.
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