Mr. Anonymous

Today, right after CHD class, I received a text message. It asked me to get a package left for me at the guardhouse. I wasn't sure to go there or not--- anonymous number. hello. scary much.

but, my classmates were curious. 

"GO na Cess!" 

so, I went there.

with Arlizze and Giana to laugh if it was a joke.

haha =)

I asked guard if there was a package for 'Princess'...

he said "yun oh"...

he pointed at this big.... no.. HUGE blue paper bag.

I was like: "seriously? Hala.."

It was one hell of a scene-stealing present...

so, I hid it in my cousin's office in campus for the rest of the day.

oh, by the way. attached to it was a note:

Kinda cute actually. It made me feel better somehow. It made me feel that I am not that such of a LOSER after all. But I really don't know who he is. The only guy I know who truly LOVES me ever-since would be my father. haha. I'm pretty sure it's not my dad though.

So, to Mr. Anonymous,

Thanks. =)