it seems as though the grass i’m standing on has become greener. i went up to EG (elevator girl) last tuesday to make small talk. she noticed my haircut and all, but of course i became frail and bedazzled in the midst of our short conversation because i’m such a sad little shit. and so i just said ‘thanks’ because she said my haircut was bagay, and left. oh listen to my heart flutter! i’ll probably die when she realizes that she’s elevator girl. i am setting myself up for disaster.. so this is the end my friends.
in other developments, i met my other crush at people are people. i would always smile at her in the office when she’d pass by, but i never really met her. i saw her last tuesday and finally found out who she was. too bad she’s moving offices. boo. its funny cos she has big eyes like mine.. and EG has really really pretty ones.. agh i’m a sucker!
and to top the icing off my whole entire cake, barbie gave me a little paper airplane after their gig. its pretty cool actually. this is pretty cool.
just damn gorgeous.
my <3 goes out to genie. she is an angel! she cut my hair and we celebrated by stuffing our faces with beryani beef, ox brain, and other kebab heart stoppers. :-* F4 can now go screw themselves. yay!!
apparently, i am lactose intolerant. my idiot face had this vanilla ice blended drink at coffee bean while helping out charl, ava, and ann with some sort of finance frou frou (this word i picked up from donnah bonnah. i’m probably using it wrong, but who cares.. i don’t). my stomach decided to tie itself up into knots and purred itself into a puddle of interstellar grey matter. and because of that, i ate only half of ava’s free birthday dinner. boo! but most of the time i was just worried about that whole finance frou frou. i hope everything works out, cos i’m really not comfortable making these numbers from the ground up. i’ll make a bad anderson accountant, hee hee. whoops, lame joke. i miss being in school sometimes.
i saw ROTK afterwards with ann, but i couldn’t understand shit cos i forgot everything in the first and second film. i have memory problems. the thing i do remember is seeing goma and lucy torres walk out with us after the movie ended. lovely. haha!
there was once this guy named mario, who i met 5 years ago at loyola. my freshman roommate, we roomed for 3 solid years and is one of my bestest friends in the world. i remember making him drink vodka for the first time when his girlfriend rosemary was giving him a hard time. i made him bottoms up the submarine as well (shot of tequila in a glass of corona). long distance relationship? been there, done that, now stop crying and drink up! hey, what are roommates for? he puts up with me walking around semi-naked in our apartment, while i put up with his boyband slash britney spears music and paraphernalia. i saved his ass from his family while he was off cavorting in new york for countless times during the year. late night mickey-d runs, gym-fests, and random drunken barbecue sleepovers.. we are always out for adventure. i have your back bro, even though your mother saw pictures of me running around the sunken gardens almost naked the night before graduation.
birthdays come and go, but remember that i’m always here to drink with you, cook you breakfast, or let you crash in my bed. cheers to your old hairy mexican ass. happy birthday mario ;)
she has the prettiest eyes i’ve ever seen! i finally met her this morning. yay! :”> today rocked!! from early in the morning till i came home at 540am, everything today just seemed peachy keen. spent the late night with an odd yet interestingly varied set of people.. and nothing can be better than just hanging out and spending time like its supposed to be spent – with friends. :”>
here’s a little something from my good old friend jason inocencio.
“if you had sex once a day for 365 days last year, and kept all the condoms and melted it, you can make a tire and actually call it a GOOD YEAR! Ü HAPPY NEW YEAR! Ü”
a little bit late, but its better than never. hope this year will be better than the last!
i’m at the internet cafe right beside my building. for some reason i can’t look at the flat screen, it makes me squint. lunch break, oh what to do. i sit around waiting for more work to plop into my inbox, but sometimes it just doesn’t come. and then there are times when there’s a mad flood of paperwork and everyone starts to run around the office like little rats trying to get out of a maze and find their own chunk of aromatic cheese.
i got a shitload of coins again as change for lunch. later i will indulge myself by consuming hazardous amounts of fishballs and squidballs by the man who sells them down the street. mmm.
i went to tagaytay last friday with my comrades, to celebrate 8 years of our solid friendship. for some reason, the whole metro decided to drive south creating a horrible crawl from the exit at sta. rosa all the way up to tagaytay. good thing living in manila can numb your nerves a little bit, and you’re just used to the pain of driving through congested roads with a lot of retarded drivers. and its best to tackle traffic with a sprinkle of good company and a dash of good music!
later on during that night, we started playing pusoy dos which is basically a variant of poker. at first, we were making the loser eat a fistful of hot and spicy nagaraya without allowing him to drink anything for the next two games but that became boring rather quickly, so we just forced the loser to sing karaoke with the magic mic… the fun part, is that we get to choose what song he’ll sing.. hahahaha! we chose the cheesiest, sappiest, corniest love songs and supported the cause by laughing our asses off through the whole show. tonight, i celebrate my love for you… somewhere down the road.. i think its more effective when you’re with people who are shy with the mic. hehe, too bad i wasn’t one of them. the power went out at 3am and so i had to stop my rendition of rod stewart’s do you think i’m sexy. oh the poor neighbors of canyon woods!
i have work in a couple of hours.. oh how lovely. vince and jessica are at boracay, and so will eggy and cecile over the weekend. bastards. they just kill me.