:: Tears of the Moon ::

I've been dying to post since yesterday. Thing is, I've talked to Eman. Finally. After what, two years? Three? Its been an incredibly long time, I know.

Hehe. Its the kind of thing that you rehearse and think and overthink to death for years. I'm sure that we'd meet and talk sooner or later; just that I never imagined the how. Funny how you ovethink the confrontation, but you never really anticipate how you're going to meet. The when's and wherefore's.

I was supposed to go to Fr P yesterday, but he wasn't in. So as was my usual habit, I went to the 6th floor to visit Stephen, and also to ask if he knew if Fr P was there. We usually have Mondays scheduled with Fr P, and since he's a teacher in school, he usually knows where people are.

Now the danger with going to the 6th floor is this. Eman's dad is the assistant dean in Eco, and his office is in the 6f. Not only that, it's facing the lobby. Which means, everytime I go to Eco to visit Skip and Kim, I'd have to be on the instant lookout for Eman or any of his family (hehe)

So, back to yesterday's scenario. I just got inside the Eco lobby when, lo and behold, Eman himself, popping out of the office.

Of course, there was no way to avoid it. We were three feet away from each other, face to face. No other place to hide. Might as well brave it out.

"Uhm, is Stephen here?"

Shrug. "Haven't seen him today."

Stop. Stare. "Aren't you supposed to be at work today?"

"I am at work."

"Here?" (Blank stare)

"Yeah."

"Uhm, ah. Gosh, what happened to you?" I said, indicating his (obvious) weight gain.

Shrug. "Nothing,"

"Ah. Well, I'm going downstairs." (Feeling horribly awkward) "You?"

"Downstairs too" "What for?" "To smoke" (Huh? He still smoked? I thought he quit?)

So we headed for the elevator.

Have you ever had the experience that things were happening around you, and you were just being dragged along? It was the feeling of inevitablity; and we were just pawns on the chessboard.
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TBC. Its nucking tough to write while making calls.

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Orange sunsets

Have you ever seen those? Sunsets that just stain the whole sky. Today was one of those days. I looked outside, and the atmosphere was just orange And, if you can believe it, orange and purple. It shoulda been brown, but instead it was beautiful. It was eerie and surreal. It felt like I was inside a weird scifi movie or something. The sky was simply colored strange. But, that's nature for ya.

Easter

Happy Easter! The whole family went to mass (relief!). I was asked to be the commentator for next Sunday, but I had to decline (sucked!) because I have work next Sunday. Told tita Remy that I'd have to pass (waah!)

Saw Vali online! And Jen! And spent time with Gill on AIM too. So glad to see them.

Added a bit more to the fic. A new part-let. Mini-part. To the feedbackers, be kind ;) I moved it to my ezboard, so you might wanna scroll through the sub-boards and look for Working Title

Argh. Need more ideas for letter making stuff.

I. Hate. Summer.

I hate the heat. This stifling heat! Its so humid and hot that you feel sticky all over :( I saw Je on YM and she was talking about how cold it was there in California. I was like, California? Isn't that like, one of the most humid areas in the States? She said that the coldest weather we have here is nothing compared to the regular chill there right now. Yikes. I totally can't imagine it all.

Hey Lammy, maybe you Cali Arrows could meet Je one of these days.

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Bah. Just editing this section because I thought I'd been Gollumed.

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At home (yay!). Turns out that we ran through the call list today and there were no more leads to dial, and we were sent home early.

Shopped for more letter-writing supplies (hehe), including a self-healing cutting pad. Been browsing through Powerbooks, looking at nice greeting card books. I think I can make some of them.

Also bought supplies for tuna sandwich later, and Chi's prepaid internet (for which I demanded she pay for, hehe).

Bry's away for the day, because Potch's (his best friend) sister is throwing a birthday party. For some reason, Bry's like this adopted brother over there. He and Potch have been best friends since 4th grade (I think). See, Potch is this really smart kid. Intellectual and academic. For a while, his parents thought that he might be too reclusive, because he'd just spend all day reading, or staying at home with his WW2 model kits. And then he and Bry became friends. Bry's more outgoing, a people person. So when Potch started having interest in going out, hanging out, his parents were relieved. They were starting to worry that Potch was going to be a genius recluse or something.

Anyway, we'd have Potch stay over sometimes, and then Bry would stay over there. In the process, Bry has completely won over Potch's family too, lol. Sometimes they bring him along for family gatherings. (Mom later found out that it was only through Potch's friendship with Bry that they allowed him to even stay overnight at a friend's house)

Mom and her emails

Mom was part of a sorority way back in college. But when I was growing up, I don't recall her ever talking about it, or meeting any of her brothers and sisters in the sorority. In fact, in the heat of the hazing debate before (fraternity neophytes in colleges started to die because of hazing sometime in the past), she would rant against us joining frats (as if we'd ever be interested, but still).

It was always a source of wonder for us, especially during the big shit that happened last year, how come she never talked about her college life. Especially since we'd find out that she was some sort of head honcho in her sorority in her day.

Anyway, mom made contact with some of her old 'sisters' when she was over there in the province, and she also got her frat's yahoogroup. Anyway, we had a spare house email from our ISP, and we (Chi and I) told her to use it (its pretty cool. Its just our last name@ name of isp).

After a crash course on how to use Outlook, we registered her on the yahoogroup, and she was logged on. Lol, now, she gets up every morning to log on and download email.

It feels pretty good to see mom really excited about something that interests her. Last year I realized that I didn't know exactly what interests her, and now at least we know that her sorority is actually something important to her. Hehe, two weeks ago, she started being pretty active in reviving her 'chapter' (whatever that means, in their terms), and going to some meetings. I'm glad. We're all glad. I think it's one of the main things that's important to her but she buried deep inside her while we were growing up. While she was married to dad. We never really knew how important it was to her until we saw her getting excited to log on, and her bugging Chi and me how to really maximize usage of Outlook.

Pimping blogs

At work, just before the break ended, I made blog rounds and Wea caught sight of Lammy's James McAvoy images and her POTC Orli kissing scene and she was like, "Whoa. Who is THAT?" Of course, me, being the proud friend, told her "That's James McAvoy, this is Orlando Bloom.. He plays Legolas in Lord of the Rings", and then Wea goes "Oh my gosh, I never thought he was THAT handsome!" lol. Chalk one up for Orli. We have another convert *wink*

No, chalk one up for James too. Hehe, those were pretty hot pics. No, Lammy, don't worry, I only showed the pics pretty quick and she never got to read the blog. And then I said, "If you think that's awesome, wait till you see my other friend's banner.

I went to Jen's and she was like "Oh. My. Gosh."

I went, "Pretty cool, huh?" (meaning the banner) "Yeah," "And of course, he's pretty hot too" "Oh yeah". Lol. Wea was still pretty dazed. Great work on your blogs, dudettes.

Making money

It feels pretty good to be making your own money, from work. And its not mainly because I can now spend on myself without feeling guilty (although that feels pretty good too), but that I get to have a better appreciation of my own funds.

I also like being able to buy stuff for the house. And buy little stuff for my family. I mean, I know mom likes chocolates, so when I have money, I get her a pack of Kisses or M&Ms or whatever. And dad likes Oreos. And when I see a nice shirt, I can buy one for Bry (hehe. Come to think of it, Chi and I shop for his clothes now!). I like being able to do that.

In some way, I also like being able to be responsible for my bills. I mean, I've been paying for the internet out of my allowance since college. But now I have serious phone bills too. And I have a magazine subscription to my name (Chi's birthday gift, love that girl).

Hmm. It's been almost three days. I never thought I'd be so hard pressed not to sing until I told myself not to. I guess that's what it feels to be really tempted to do something you swore not to do. *broods*

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Oh, and about Evelyn (aka Flooble). She's, uhm.. deceased *sniff*

Is there any way to revive her, Jen?

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Good Friday
Good Friday. Work. Got annoyed with them coz they started talking about going to nude bars.

Actually, it started with Bryan telling Sol that he wanted to go to a nude bar one of these days. Then the guys (Wes and Jus) started getting excited and jumped in on the conversation. Wea, the only newbie in the group, just chuckled to herself. But the thing is, they started talking about it and said it would be great to go as a group, even just once. You know, just to experience.

I told them, laughingly, that they can't even pay me to go. And they started teasing me, telling me that it's only going to be a once in a lifetime thing. And of course, I said no, still. The conversation veered off into talking about naked women, naked women dancing, etc. That was Justin and Wesley talking, and they were seated on both ends of the row, with Bryan pinch-hitting. And I was seated at the middle.

I don't know, but I got so annoyed. I told them, Guys, give it a break. Today's *Good Friday*. Give it a rest for one day, for crying out loud. I mean, of all the days in a year, why can't they just give the sex talk a rest *for one freaking day*? Christ *dies* on Good Friday, and they're talking about going to nude bars?

Don't get me wrong. Once the guys start talking like that, I usually just get out of the way and move out. But hello, it's Good Friday. And all these people claim to be Christian, and in some respect, somehow Catholic (because we're predominantly Christian-Catholic). Argh. I was so annoyed.

Well, at least that shut them up for the rest of the shift. I wonder if they'll do it again today. Hmm..

Good Friday mass
Went to school for the 3pm Good Friday mass. Work ended at 12, and all of us just took a cab home. Bry and Jus stepped out at Guadalupe. Wes and Sol dropped me off at school at 12. It was way too early for mass, but there were already a couple of people there. And there was a Men's Reco going on.

Saw Dr J while the Reco was on break, chatted for a bit. Wow. He told me he had kidney cancer six years ago and he didn't have it operated. He said that his doctors gave him three weeks to live. Six years later, he's still here. Miracle, eh?

Eek!
Family arrived at around 2:30. We've already finished with the Stations of the Cross, and I saw Mom come up the stairs. Meldy was there along with a couple of girls from Daniw, and I saw some girls from Balanghai.

Anyway, Mom and I sat near the front, about the 4th row, and who else would I see but Eman? Eek. You were right, May. Eman does look.. um.. healthier. He certainly looks more like his dad now. Wow. And last time I saw him two years ago, he was the thinnest in his family (two brothers, his mom and his dad are all.. round)

What the heck happened that he became so.. big? It was weird. Hmm. I wonder if he thought I looked different. There was certainly no way he (or me, for that matter) could NOT have seen me. He was photographing the event, so he was standing at a corner right up front, facing the congregation. And me, Mom and Chi were sitting four rows right in front of him.

"Ug-naay-an"

One of the proprietary software we're using at work is called Ugnayan (Oog-Nah-Yahn). Its a Filipino term which is a cross between 'connection' and 'communication'.

So. Since it's proprietary software with a Filipino name made by a Filipino company, you pronounce it the way Filipinos say it. So, why does JR pronounce it 'Oog-NAY-an'? Duh. It's like saying "Mabuhay" like "Mah-boo-Hey" instead of "Mah-boo-haay"

It's like hearing a Frenchman in France saying "merci" in an American accent just because she works in an American company. That's just really annoying.

Dunno. It just grates on my nerves that I see him try too hard. *rolleyes*

Etc

Hey Jen, I'm glad to know you have the letter! :D Yay! It took longer than I expected, but at least it got there.

Lol, try and get yourself to watch JM's Any Given Thursday. My sister and I were so starry-eyed watching him, my brother was so disgusted. Hehe.

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Punz, I don't mind long letters. In fact, I luuuv them. Take your time.

Lammy, lol. I'm going to camp out of the gate now waiting for The Thing. Oh, and I'm glad you liked the cd.

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Lammy, Meg's doing alright, actually. She's a bit swamped at work, but then she always is (hehe). Kinda reminds me of someone else I know *wink*

I haven't watched Bend it Like Beckham yet. Too many things to do myself. Argh. Long weekend for the rest of the Philippines save me *rolleyes* I'm at work. Chi and Dad and I went to Quiapo for a dvd raid. Blew about 850 bucks on pirated dvds. I *almost* bought The Kelly Gang but when I previewed it, the quality sucked. We don't wanna watch Bathtub Orli in mono, right? So, I'll wait for a better copy to come along.

The Big Bosses aren't here yet, so I'm listening to Launchcast. The first song being JM's YBIAW. Sigh. What a good way to start the day. Well, I'd rather be at home, but still. Oh, I bought the dvd for Any Given Thursday, and wow. Drool. Drool. John Mayer. Notice he has tattoos. Funny in the video, love his playing. And his hands! His hands!

Also watched The Pianist before I went to bed. I totally appreciate Adrien Brody now. Hehe. Hands! What nice hands! And I totally understand why it would win for Best Actor and Best Director. Done very well.

Hey Lammy, your sisters got mushy love letters? Lol. You must've been so disgusted. What did the twins say? Wait, they were given letters from the same guy? *bug eyes*

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Also got something from the mail today. Yay! Getting mail really makes my day. Jan sent me a copy of Bend it Like Beckham. We told each other we'd trade, so I'm sending her Ring 0 back, after I burn a copy.

Lol, sending mail is getting addictive. And it really doesn't cost much; just that you'd have to wait about two or three weeks before it would arrive. I wonder if Ei or Jen or Val have gotten their letters-? *shrugs*

Justin and I kept up the gun debate via office messaging. Why? *rolls eyes* Argh. I think we're bound to argue. Too bad, he's cute.

Dropped by Meg's office 3 o'clock today.

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Lammy got the thing today! So happy! Yes! Lol, now I know that the mail service is somehow reliable. Even if I have to wait more than three weeks for it to get there. At this rate, I'm thinking maybe Jen got hers by now. Sometime this week.

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Spent the past 15 minute break with a debate on gun control. Of all the things.

It started out with Wesley's bus being held up as he went to work. And that Chi's jeep on the way home was also held at gunpoint because the driver cut into a car being driven by a cop in plainclothes. Looks like the cop was pissed off and he cut into the jeep, jumping out and pointing his gun at the poor driver. Chi and the passengers just went out. Nothing bad happened, just that my sister called my parents to pick her up because they got off the jeep and it was pretty late. There wasn't any other jeep to take home.

Now what happened to Wesley was that the bus he was riding to work was held up by a man and a woman. The guy had a gun. Wes was sitting at back, and his money wasn't taken because there was a lady with bucketfuls of fish right in front of him, and the robbers weren't able to get his wallet; so he was unharmed.

Back to the break

Whew. Lengthy segway. *rolleyes*

Anyway, back to the 15 minutes. Wesley and Justin were talking about how easy it would've been if they also carried guns, etc. I mean, they were talking about how they'd be better off to carry guns. Bry and I were talking about gun control. And before we knew it, it was a debate on gun control. Sheesh.

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*Yawn*

Aahhh, Monday. Day off. *sighs*

I'm going to spend the whole day just bumming around at home and watching DVDs. Went out yesterday to buy stuff for the people at home. Mom's already attacked the box of Dewberry cookies I bought her. She's addicted to it already. Lol.

Went and saw an exhibit sale on TV sets, radios and electronic appliances. Checked out the TV set I wanted to buy. What a relief to know that the booth would still be there till May. I plan to buy that flat screen at the end of April. Just checked my finances and there's no way I can buy the TV on the 15th and still survive the two weeks till the 30th on zero cash. *rolleyes* Argh. And I wanted to have the TV in by Holy Week. Hehe.

Oy Jen, I sent you a letter a couple weeks back. Didja get it?

Regardless of everything, I love my sister to bits. But of course, like any relationship, we have our ups and downs and my biggest tiff about her is how come she can be so personable to other people and so bitchy at home. I mean, hello, we're f-a-m-i-l-y. Why is she so short tempered and whiny at home?

Reco

Went to Reco last Saturday. Found out Chette's going to the Holy Week retreat at Laguna Hills. Chris and I went home together. She's such a nice girl. Chi and I were talking about her last week and we've resolved to match her with Gilbert (hehe). Thing is, we have zero experience playing matchmaker. Any suggestions?

As with all reco's; lots of new insights. Very appropriate for the season.

We're making plans to attend the Triduum at school next week. Yay.

Murphy's Law

The thought came across my head when I went to Palm Sunday mass at Megamall yesterday. Since I had work (bah), I wasn't able to go to morning mass at our chapel in the neighborhood. So, I went to Megamall where there was a scheduled mass at 2.30 (thanks May). And who should I see scanning the seats but Eman's dad?? Eek!

Good thing I was in the middle area of a crowd; and I know they usually choose seats near to the front as much as possible. Whoever Murphy was, he's dead accurate on that Law he made. I'm just glad that Eman's family is short, which meant I won't be seeing them and they won't be seeing me. Hopefully.

Saw Monica at Mega that day too. She was with her mother, who's in her seventies and is still actively working. They're a tall family, so, they made an impressive group of people walking the mall. When Mon called me up a few minutes later (I texted that I saw her while I was going down the escalator), she also told me that the 12 year old girl with her was her daughter. To which, I scoffed. But she insisted yeah, so, well, okay. I never thought her to be a mom. And since she never indicated that she was married, I didn't ask where her husband was. Hmm.

Bryan

Due to Chi's insistent prodding, we find out that of the two (in my opinion, hussy) girls in the choir, has a crush on him. Well, Chi said that Bry said that Bobet and Mikee were teasing him to Nola.

Ugh. Nola. N-O-L-A. As I've always said, two inconsequential syllables that mean nothing. It's not even a simple name like Anne, or Marie or whatever. It's such a nondescript name for a nondescript girl.

I mean, she's not really nondescript. She's actually very um, scary. I don't know how else to explain it. Just that she's one of those kinds of girls at that age with no other thought in mind but boys. You know the type? I mean, at that age, I was too busy reading, being part of the newspaper, writing to really bother. There are girls their age now that you look at and can sum up in one word based on their interests: Tina-reading. Bianca-sports. Bea-Math. Nola-what? Both her and Karen don't seem to be anything else but giggly high school girls with no other interest but guys. And it's annoying me (and Chi) that their current focus is on Bry.

I mean, the boy's nice. Of course. We all raised him right, didn't we? Argh. Sometimes I think that niceness is biting us in the ass now.

Or maybe I'm just old? *looks around*

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Eck. Finished editing html markers *rolleyes*

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Checking in. I switched seats with Wea, one of the newbies. Now she sits behind Wesley, and I'm sure the guys are just rolling their eyes. Coz she's loud on calls. Sometimes when I listen in to other agents' recordings, her voice is heard at the background making calls.

Speaking of listening in, Justin's lisp is more noticeable with his calls. I wonder if he had any lisping problems when he was younger. He doesn't lisp anymore, actually. Just that, I asked him about it once. I think he was surprised that I'd notice.

I remember once, I asked her if she danced ballet. She gave me a weird look and said yes. Then she asked me why. I told her it was because of the way she stood, and her feet.. There was something about the way she was sitting cross-legged while we were at her dorm once that screamed "Dancer!"

Punzie's Birthday!

Happy Birthday, Punz.

Bah

Turns out that I'm going to work through the Holy Week AND this Sunday. What sucks is that I won't be getting holiday pay. *rolleyes* Actually, its fine. I'm just nitpicking. What really bites is that I have to go to work on Holy Week. I've always observed the season when I was a child, and this is a really big deal for me. I know that even if they paid me twice or thrice for the day I'd opt not to go. It's just one of those things, you know?

This is what sucks with a non-Filipino owned company. Holidays that are important to us are simply irrelevant to people who are not Filipino. This really blows. But, yeah. Bite the bullet.

Where is Raed?

Where is Salam Pax? His blog hasn't been updated in ages, and I fear that something bad may have happened to him.

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I'm Friends With a Famous Writer

This is what happened. After the Saturday shift, I had an EB meeting (Eye Ball) with the list mom of the Tolkien Philippines mailing list; along with some of the members. I'd been defunct from the list for some months (owing to work; a dead email address, real life worries, etc). But I've kept in touch with Inez and Nicee through text. Anyway, Inez called an emergency meeting Saturday, and I figure, what the heck. They're nice people, so I went. Seems like there's some ruckus with another Pinoy Tolkien mailing list, so she wanted to meet up to get some sort of consensus or whatever.

Turns out that one of the list members at TP formed his own group; without telling Inez that he had. Which is fine, right? Whatever. She really doesn't mind. Just that, in other EB's before, she met with that guy (he'd go too), and he wouldn't say anything about it. No clue. So, he gathers a mass bass of list members; and in private, he was also pirating other members of the TP list by mailing them off list and inviting them into his own list. Fine. A month ago, there was a SciFi convention here, and his group got a booth and stuff..

I've heard about the convention, and I've heard about the name of the group, but I didn't know about the ruckus with that mailing list. I've read an email that circulated, inviting people to come over and see the convention coz it included groups like, so-and-so, Star Wars, Star Trek, and Philippine Tolkien Society (TPTS). I even thought that TPTS was maybe the 'official' group, etc, but it wasn't. It was the group that the guy formed. We have a theory that the guy (let's call him.. Mario. I don't remember Inez or Nice saying his name), Mario, just didn't have 'clout' in TP, so he formed his own group, so he'd be mod and he'd have god powers on that. Know what I mean?

Anyway, it turned out to be a gabfest, with Inez and Nicee and I. Other TP members really wanted to come, but the meeting was called too close; and everyone had made other summer plans. The two were also HP fans, so we had a field day with that. Nicee was a Viggo/Aragorn fan (like you, Meg, hehe), while Inez and I were Orli/Legolas fans.

Which leads me to..
Which leads me to the next part of the story. The three of us were yapping about Orli, and how hot he was.. I was surprised to know that Inez was pretty much updated with Orli news. She knew about Ned Kelly, Pirates of the Caribbean, Midsommer Murders, the Calcium Kid. I mean, I've met girls who fell for Legolas/Orli at LOTR, but never anyone that updated, unless they were Arrows.

So, I asked them which Orli sites they visited. They said FB, and OBM. Of course, proud friend that I am, I told them that I'm really good friends with the webmistresses of that site. (advertising for FB!)

They asked me how come I wasn't active in TP; and since they found out that I was a Potter-head, why I also didn't join up on their HP list. I told them I feed my obsession with FanForum (to which I wrote down the address on a napkin). I then told them we had an active Filipino group there that they might want to meet (pimping FF, hehe).

We segway-ed to Orli again, and how hot he was.. (yes, we can literally spend hours talking about that), how it was horrible that he was dating (if you're with a group of single girls, yeah it is. Hehe). And then I asked, "Umm, guys, do you read fanfic?" (Yes) "I mean, do you read Orli-centric fanfic?" Yes.

They asked me why, so I said that I have a friend who writes this really good Orli-centric fanfic..he meets a girl who was Filipina.. I was all set to pimp Dreams but Nicee suddenly stopped me and said, "Oh my God.. The girl's name is.. Hero, right?" I felt my eyes pop out of my head. But it was nothing compared to their faces when I said yes. They literally goggled and said "Oh my God" so loud that we looked like a table of groupies. Really, girls.

All three of us were so shocked. I mean, when you're going online, you think that the web universe is so huge that you don't really expect to have contact with these people. It's like, maybe if I met up with someone who said they were really good friends of EmilyLuvsRoswell. If you read Roswell-centric fanfic, you'd be familiar with her Homes series (If not, I suggest you read up. I can give you the link to it. It's literally how I view Roswell happening after Season 1 now.); it's the best Ros fanfic I've ever ever read.

Back to the story. They started bombarding me with questions. "How did you meet?" "Online?" "How long have you been friends?" "What's happening with the story now?". I said, "In college. We were blockmates since freshman year and we've remained close friends since." "Not online." and "She's one chapter away from finishing the story". They've lost the link to the ezboard, so I texted Meg and Jem and Teena and May to ask for the link. And when I got the address, I forwarded it to Nice and Inez (Thanks, Teena, Jem and Meg). We were still so shocked, until Nicee asked the question,

Are the Arrows real?

She asked, "What I'd really like to know is, are the Arrows real?" I said, "Yeah". "How many are there?" "More than two hundred" (May later corrected me and said we've reached past the 300-mark. Bad me, I can't believe I forgot). Their eyes were popping out when I told them that we were real, and that I know most of the Old Arrows (meaning, the Oldbies). They asked me for my Arrow number, and they were like "wow, that's so high up". Well, considering that Arrow numbers are already 3-digits, 2-digit Arrow numbers means you're an Oldbie, eh? Do I know like, Arrow Number 1? I said Yeah (Lol, May and Lammy can just imagine what I looked like when I said that), and that I was really good friends with 4.. and that the webmistresses of FB were also Arrows. And that FB was made by Arrows (at this point, Cheryl's SO beyond count, eh? I mean, she's like, Arrow, just for making FB to begin with). I said that Val, the Australian girl was real. And Mushu, and Brianna, and Laurie, and the Arrows. And that there are parts of me that show up on Iris. Wow, was all they said. To which point, I started pimping FF, and the OB board yet again (hehe)

I guess May was so weirded out. No, May, I'm not kidding. This actually happened. They also send you their greetings, and told me to tell you that you're an awesome writer. They asked me, and I told them that you're taking up law right now. Inez is a teacher at UP, Microbio, so if someone looks for you there and tells you she's a Microbio teacher (girl), that might be her. And yes, she's a real fan of your story. Aside from us over here nagging you at the Filipino Fellowship, they are proof positive that they're actual fans.

Lol, just don't forget your wittle friend Kitt when your work hits bookstores, eh? *wiggles eyebrows*

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Went to watch The Recruit with Chi and Bry at Megamall. Actually, we were just supposed to go to Shang coz Chi's company has an exhibit there. She works for a movie video distribution company, for their Promo and Events, so exhibit stuff's part of her work. So we went to Shang, she took pictures of the thing for documentation. Bry and I looked around for a good birthday gift for Andy (good cripes, we completely went past her birthday).

We decided to go to Mega instead to watch something. I wanted to seeJust Married (cough*Pinoy Fellowship*cough*). But we were with Bry, so it was either The Core, or The Recruit.

Good writing, good plot. And of course, Al Pacino's an excellent performer. And, of course, Colin Farell. Drool. Bry sat between Chi and me, so he was subject to me and Chi crossing over to gush over him while watching. Lol, he was so disgusted with us. Finally, I resorted to just texting gushing comments to Chi on my phone, and then passing it over to her for her to read. But, curious boy, he'd peek sometimes. Hehe. Which adds to his disgust. But heck, the guy's hot. I couldn't tell his Irish while he was speaking.

There are scenes in the movie, while they were in training.. James (his character) would be wearing his ID which would have a read "T" on it (meaning, "Trainee", I suppose. Gad. I swear, I never thought ID-wearing could look so freaking hot until I noticed it on him. One of the scenes had him playing poker with the guys, and his ID was clipped to the collar of his sweater, askew, at an angle towards his left shoulder. Cripes.

Rumor has it that the new rail transit's giving out free rides today. But we didn't ride that, coz the way to get to the station's pretty dangerous at night. I mean, I grew up in parts of Cubao, so I'm pretty used to, and comfortable in the environment, but still. It's a sketchy place at night. Wes told us one time, when he was on his way to work (he lives in Cubao), while waiting for the bus he'd had a couple of pimps approach him, offering girls. Remember, I work at night, so our shift's pretty late at night or very early morning. And it's not just the prostitutes at night, but also the snatchers.

May, I finally found out how my wallet was lost. It was stolen. I just noticed my bag today, and it was slashed at the zipper area. I lost my wallet two weeks ago, and I thought maybe I'd dropped it somewhere on the jeep I was riding, or the tricycle. And I have a couple of different bags, so the bag I used when I lost the wallet, I haven't used since then. I was planning to use it today, and I saw the rip. Actually, it was a clean slash; the slasher opened it up just enough for his hand to fit through. Actually, he tried to slash it at the side, thinking that maybe the material for the bag was thin (and thus, easily ripped). But the small slash didn't open into the contents, so he slashed it at the zipper area (where one cut would definitely open into the contents.

I lost seven hundred pesos that day; plus my pictures of me with the choir; my college ID, my one remaining picture of me and my sister (we went to have it studio taken. Argh), and candid pictures of me and my college classmates. And my ATM. What really sucks is that my college ID was there. And my voter's slip; and my cedula (how do you say that in English?). Of course, I can't recover my college ID ever. I hope that slasher burns in hell, I swear. I've long since closed the ATM account and opened another one (he hasn't tried the ATM). I'm sure he'd just throw away the pictures and my id and stuff. Shit. Amazing how small stuff can be so precious to you, and so 'worthless' to others.

Looking at my bag, I know that my wallet was stolen at the jeep heading home. I remember that the ride was full. I look at the slash and I can tell that the bastard had a pretty sharp knife/cutter. I'm sure that if I made a mistake; or even felt the slightest suspicion that he was hacking at my bag, it would've been easy for him to just hack at me. Because I remember that the seating was pretty tight. I'm just glad that my phone was on the pouch somewhere else in the bag; away from the main pouch. In retrospect, I realize that it's a small blessing that I carry a coin purse for commuting everyday. I use the coin purse so that I wouldn't have to grab at a wallet everytime I rode a jeep or bus or whatever. Coz a wallet can be snatched up pretty quick, and I don't work out. Hence, I don't have a chance with a sprinting chase.

I was with Chris, heading home that day. We went to Daniw that afternoon, and we were chatting on the way home. So, I was turned to her the whole time we were talking. I'm sure that the bastard took that opportunity to slash my bag.

:: D said @ 5:49 AM [+] ::
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Lol I can't believe you guys. Hehe.

But its alright. May, like what I said in the comment box, that were the case, May.. I *wanted* you and Skip to get together. What do you think that says-? *wiggles eyebrows*

Another example, I saw him standing in front of my desk, and I said "Get away," waving my hands a little to 'wave' him off. He says, "Make me," I said, "You really wouldn't want that," then he gave this weird little half-smile and moved away. Weird.

:: D said @ 6:34 PM [+] ::
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Thing is, I'm annoyed.

No, not really annoyed. Just mildly.

I don't understand why Justin has to constantly poke and poke and poke at me. I mean, I say something, and it seems like he feels the need to interject.. barahin ako, so to speak. What's up with that? I mean, sure, the guy's cute (not overly cute, but decent). But why the need to annoy me? Me, not Sol, or any of the other girls, but me.

:: D said @ 8:55 PM [+] ::
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