Awww.... It's my grandma and her beautiful lilies. :D
It's that time of the year again! These are home-grown lilies straight from our own backyard. My grandma cut them out and put them into a clear glass vase. It totally brings our living room more presentable to the eyes. *sigh* If only my future high school graduation was during this time of the year, then I would be able to receive these beautiful flowers without buying them.
Our mini Lily garden! ♥
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Anyways, today in the morning, I experienced something that just scared the hell out of me. I was jogging in Barnes Park as my regular weekend routine (Yeah, I'm trying to lose some jiggly fat. xP) and the unexpected happened. As I was jogging, an old guy who was "probably" exercising said "Good Morning. How're you?" to me. So I thought that it was just a normal and polite greeting that Americans tend to do, therefore I responded back with a "Good-Morning-I'm-Fine-You?" type of greeting. All of that happened as I ran my first lap. Then on my second lap, I saw him again and he said, "You're looking good there. Keep it up!" Ok, that's pretty nice of him. So I just smiled at him.
Now, things started getting weird on my third lap. He asked for my name. .... which was um... okay, I guess? So I told him my name and he told me his name. AND THEN. FOURTH LAP. As I was getting closer to him, I saw him with two cards with some numbers. He saw me. He handed a card to me saying, "Excuse me, Angie. Would you like to have my cell number?" o____o OMG. That's freaking creepy!!!! I don't want to know why he would ask me that even though I pretty much realize what his intentions were! So I just started to ignore him for the rest of my jog.
BUT MAN, HE'S A FREAKING OLD MAN AND I'M A FREAKING HIGHSCHOOLER! *shivers*
Now, things started getting weird on my third lap. He asked for my name. .... which was um... okay, I guess? So I told him my name and he told me his name. AND THEN. FOURTH LAP. As I was getting closer to him, I saw him with two cards with some numbers. He saw me. He handed a card to me saying, "Excuse me, Angie. Would you like to have my cell number?" o____o OMG. That's freaking creepy!!!! I don't want to know why he would ask me that even though I pretty much realize what his intentions were! So I just started to ignore him for the rest of my jog.
BUT MAN, HE'S A FREAKING OLD MAN AND I'M A FREAKING HIGHSCHOOLER! *shivers*








