I promise to remember

The kiss mark on my breast is now fading.

Do you remember when you planted that kiss? I remember. It was your first. And oh how I remember the look on your face when you saw this accomplishment. You had the same look when you were able to defeat the Azuma in Street Fighter 4.

Do you remember that day? We were out on a date and you beg me to let you play the game. I stood elbow to elbow with some geek, waiting for you to finish your game. Beads of sweat were on your head--which is ironic since where in an airconditioned mall. Your eyes locked on a big flat screen as you concentrate as if your life depended on winning. And as the screen flashed declaring you the winner, you look at me with a grin so wide that made my standing awkwardly waiting for you worthwhile. That was how you looked when you gave me the kiss mark.

They say that a kiss mark lasts for four to five days. After that your skin returns to its normal color. After four to five days, there would be no more secrets to conceal--dare I may say--no more shame to hide.

It's such a waste that a proof of love has to be hidden behind a bra, covered up with a shirt (on rainy days, protected by a jacket). My mom would freak if she ever sees this. People don't understand that when an act of love is made, it should be shared with the world. People frown at public displays of affection, the used up condom in the trash or the hickey you sport on your neck. To others, these are unacceptable. To others, these are disgusting.

Oh how I wish I could walk around asking everyone to take a peek at the kiss mark on my breast. How I wish I could explain to them how you have tried giving me a kiss mark for several years and this little one is the first you succeeded. How I wish I could brag about how at the moment you gave me this, I felt your love.

It's funny how you always remember things when it's for the first time.

The kiss mark is fading. But I promise, I'll always remember.

permission to shine shot down

I just blogged last Sunday how I would turn my life around by completely imitating my real-life Dagny Taggart. I was suppose to give more than a hundred percent in my work. I have been prepping myself to shine this week.

However, reality sets in that before a diamond could shine, it should be scrubbed, chipped and cut.

Today, I got my scrubbing.

Earlier, I was called into my boss' office for the mistake of sending an email to a client. I was completely surprised since before I sent the email I made sure of what I'm going to do and checked with my boss. I'm not sure if I misunderstood him or he misunderstood me but now since I'm getting the scolding, I am to be blamed.

It sucks that I have to be the one blamed for the whole mishap. I guess they're forgetting that I would send such a delicate and sensitive information to anyone with their blessing. I am not stupid enough to trek my own way when I know it's going to bite me in the ass.

When I told my boss that he instructed me to send the email--he denied it and continued lecturing me. He says he must've misunderstood what I consulted to him.

But now, it comes to mind that when we were waiting for a client on last Friday, I confirmed that I have emailed the contact information. He goes on saying that I have to make sure everything is in order... blahblahblah.

In the end, since I'm not an officer, I can't defend myself. I just hope I get over this fast so I could concentrate more on the shining part.