tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36976462011-06-07T23:24:13.157-07:00Tears of the MoonIf my life could be a song, it'd be Plumb's <i>Real</i>, which starts off with "<i>Look at me, twenty-three, beautiful sight to see tonight.</i>" Which is, incidentally, my age last year. But the lyrics still apply. Do I get life half the time? I don't. I'm just struggling to get by. In the meantime, I write, I read, I observe. This journal is what it feels like.Dnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-46202792638474551742009-05-17T12:19:00.000-07:002009-05-17T13:03:18.172-07:00I have a new obsession.I'm geeking out on home decorating research for small homes and apartments.I have about a year to go before I can move in, so I've been spending time looking at lots of decorating ideas and whatnot in different websites. Even started writing it down on a small notebook I keep in my bag. So many fun and creative ideas!I figure, since I'm going to be a homeowner, I want to Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-91633171073073390522009-03-24T17:50:00.001-07:002009-03-24T17:50:21.094-07:00Understand, that, people in need of advice or guidance, look for two kinds of people:One who is older, wiser and more experienced, or one who has gone through the ordeal and survived.So, I wonder, and I'm worried. I hope you remember that, in a counseling role, you gotta be *in the moment*. You have to check your life problems out the door and listen to the other person's story. Give what you Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-40584418098616445832009-02-03T19:36:00.001-08:002009-02-03T19:36:52.119-08:001. I'm a moody, silent, grumpy person when I wake up. I hit the snooze button four times before getting out of bed. I don't like talking when I wake up and have a gravelly bedroom voice that takes me through the first three hours of my shift. I don't get to perk up till I've had my first caffeine hit of the day.2. I'm a Nanny junkie. I can leave the TV on The Nanny marathon at the Hallmark Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-77687530834313097052009-02-01T15:22:00.000-08:002009-02-01T15:51:53.726-08:00Scared of the world outside? You should go explore.Pull all the shades and wander the great indoors.One of the things that we forget to do, especially when we're stressed with work, tired with everything else going on, is when we just settle to be insulated. I see this in many of my friends: those who are so focused with work, once the log out, they go home, turn on the TV and veg out till they Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-26562635118524324432009-01-18T22:54:00.000-08:002009-01-18T23:02:46.272-08:00Its been a while since I posted here.Posted elsewhere, that is.Dislike my parents.Stressed with school.Questioning my career.Seriously thinking about the possibility of being alone for the rest of my life.Happy 2009.Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-58176932497074504482008-12-18T14:45:00.000-08:002008-12-18T14:54:49.996-08:00Tere is getting married!She called me up yesterday to ask if I could be her maid of honor. Of course I said YES! YES YES YeS absolutely!I asked about Grace, her sister, but it seems she can't make it. Sabi naman ni Tere if Grace can't make it, ako talaga yun. Yes, sister-of-my-heart, I'd be honored to stand with you and give you away to this amazing guy. He won big time with you my friend. Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-68541896767825808362008-12-08T02:38:00.000-08:002008-12-08T02:39:06.917-08:00Merry early Christmas to all.Didn't really feel Christmassy until maybe yesterday when we had the company Christmas party. I got this really nice cute red-and-green dress. What's great about it is that it's maroon red and olive green. Something I could wear outside of the holidays. And it's cut really nice and swishy at the legs. I wanted to wear a black velvet ribbon as a choker, but barring Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-5509803781407773322008-10-27T16:24:00.001-07:002008-10-27T16:24:39.547-07:00Compartmentalizing Reverend Book.I've given him so many pseudonyms that I can't keep them all straight anymore. Which is probably the point, since the point of this blog is to focus on my feelings, and not the people. To distill my writing into feelings and not need to get bogged down with specific locations, people, and situations.So, which plot do I place Reverend Book (for the microscopic Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-70714641096635135742008-08-17T18:48:00.001-07:002008-08-17T18:51:01.826-07:00Been staring at the computer from 12midnight to 9am. I gotta enroll later. Chi has got to print out the ID pics. I need to take a nap. I don't know how I'll manage my time today. I have clients in the office who'll be there for six weeks.I'm getting nervous about loading my schedule up on Thursdays, which is my coding day. I scheduled it for the Dela Rosa campus, instead of Rockwell. I might Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-18738161457535153862008-08-17T11:35:00.000-07:002008-08-17T12:50:05.970-07:00I went to Freshmen Orientation on Saturday, and I'm going back to school!I'm glad. I'm going to take my MBA! As I was sitting in the auditorium that morning (early by fifteen minutes, by the way) I was hit by the realization that this was the first time I've made a major decision for myself. Not to say that the car wasn't a milestone, but this time it's different. This time, the investment is on Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-79193922514495199902008-08-11T16:37:00.000-07:002008-08-11T17:06:39.789-07:00Old at being youngYoung at being oldEverything's on hold within our evolution-"Alternative Girlfriend", Barenaked LadiesI don't like being the Cassandra in my friends' lives. Sometimes I hate seeing things happen before others do. I end up sounding like a crazy person the moment I start mouthing off about doom, gloom and problems.I hate not being the friend you don't ask relationship advice for, Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-77226714052807293332008-06-18T15:50:00.001-07:002008-06-18T15:50:59.257-07:00Comfort, by Carbon LeafLove, Loss, Hope, Repeat (2006)I raced along an empty highway.I chased the dawnAnd cursed the new day,Out of town, till nobody was around.Love came along, my favorite enemy,We hit head-on.Why you befriended me... I don't know.There's no need for letting goWhen you've already lost control.My life is open wideThe more you live, the less you will die.Outside, floating free,I'mDnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-23598833475710244552008-05-11T20:29:00.000-07:002008-05-11T20:42:16.866-07:00This week on Grey's Anatomy -Dr. Wyatt: Look, let me draw the parallels for you. The tragic patient dies alone while the love of his life is literally in the next room. That's you.Meredith: What are you talking about? I'm not dying alone.Dr. Wyatt: Oh. But I think you are, and you're telling yourself you're a hero, when in reality all you are is alone.Meredith: THAT is a load of crap!Dr. Wyatt: Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-49049973105483905302008-05-11T18:18:00.000-07:002008-05-11T18:20:44.828-07:00I had a dream last night that I was making out with John Mayer. :)Just wanted to say.Maybe it's recent developments with the twelve-hour what-could-have-been, the URST with Guy, and hormones this week. In any case, I had a good night's sleep.*snickers*(Oh, and I'm listening to YBIAW right now)Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-60094715040840214592008-04-23T19:41:00.000-07:002008-04-23T21:05:50.234-07:00Northern Exposure.I've been trying to understand what makes Northern Exposure so appealing to me. I watched this show when I was in high school, late at night on Channel 2. I remember watching it with the long lens of someone more than ten years older, and I still don't have the answer.The location is boring.It's set in the middle of Alaska, for Pete's sake. I live in the middle of the tropics. Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-34849556672770696082008-04-20T10:26:00.000-07:002008-04-20T10:28:38.357-07:00Today's horoscope is horribly apt:You base your emotions on your experiences, so you don't have to give anyone the power to talk you out of your own reality. Ultimately it's going to be your choice and no one else's. If you trust your feelings, then act on them! If you are uncertain, carefully consider the alternatives, which could be even scarier.Hmm.Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-82999288333819397452008-04-13T13:27:00.000-07:002008-04-13T13:37:35.102-07:00I'm incredibly happy for my friend. I'm just wary that she falls in love too far, too fast.Maybe I'm just jaded?Maybe I'm pihikan? I don't think so, though. I'm just.. surprised at how fast things developed from sort-of-dating, not-really-exclusive, to full-blown "We're together".Maybe it's the sex?So, when he went to the washroom for a little bit, she was like "So, what do you think?". She Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-45928727736795453812008-03-29T14:04:00.000-07:002008-03-29T14:19:07.782-07:00I've always loved John Mayer.I hope he doesn't pick up his own Yoko Ono on this self-exploratory Japan trip he's on though. :) I'm here, in Manila! *waves*Seriously though, this was a good entry -THURSDAY, MARCH 27.FROM THE HEART....I need to write this.I've been traveling alone in Japan for the better part of three weeks now, and It's been so remarkable an experience for me that I can't book a Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-37272511017625212302008-03-08T12:18:00.001-08:002008-03-08T12:18:41.356-08:00Saturday!When I went to my prom, I wore this really nice knee-length cocktail dress and strappy heels. My date had the chicken pox (for real), so I went solo. It was my first real grown up outfit, and I liked what I looked like that night. I wanted to keep on wearing the outfit all night.That's kind of how I feel tonight. I bought this top during the Christmas season but never found an event to Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-59861984460050300182008-02-23T11:24:00.000-08:002008-02-23T11:25:56.022-08:00I remember being six years old, and my parents taking me and my sister to the rallies (at least the ones 'safe enough' to bring children to). I also remember them leaving us at home with our yaya while Chi and I wailed to be brought along. I'm sure there were more protest rallies that my parents went to that were more dangerous. My parents having been the strong activists they were (or still are)Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-57313407317905526862008-02-16T08:43:00.000-08:002008-02-16T08:50:17.245-08:00Location: AirborneLeft Singapore at 4AM. Took a cab with Ace from Chi's condo. As before, I cried buckets on the way to the airport. I was leaving my sister for a second time. I don't think Acie's ever seen me cry that much. I think I might've shocked her.I'm looping Won't Go Home Without You by Maroon 5, and The Way I Am by Ingrid Michaelson on my iPod. I didn't shop too much this time, but I Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-82703492328571807942008-01-26T06:50:00.000-08:002008-01-26T06:56:11.015-08:00I love it when John Cusack has breakdowns in his movies.Lovely. Yummy.SerendipityAmerica's SweetheartsHigh FidelityPushing TinCon AirSay AnythingI wanna marry John Cusack.Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-59091531478577538472008-01-24T16:46:00.000-08:002008-01-24T16:55:33.939-08:00As I've predicted, everyone important I know is looking at 2008 as the Big Year. Standing where we are now and looking back, all of us knew that we can let go now without feeling guilty or having regrets. Or that if we saw old office members in public, we wouldn't be afraid to face them and have a short chat. I know that I've helped contribute to the success of the team. I gave my best, and Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-19775087317375381432008-01-24T16:20:00.000-08:002008-01-24T16:28:59.695-08:00The song is deceptively simple, the music easy to listen to. The lyrics are very very apt. Once sung, even the emotions are lighthearted and cheerful.The new addiction, secretly looping on my iPod, is Ingrid Michaelson's The Way I Am. I rarely plug the loop on speakers coz it'll drive my family and neighbors crazy ("ONE freaking song, over and over!"). I discovered the song while watching Grey's Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-69934424664463288182008-01-01T00:15:00.000-08:002008-01-01T00:35:04.915-08:00So. I didn't get to spend the holidays in Singapore. Neither did I get to spend time with Chi in Singapore for her birthday. A notion that absolutely kills me and breaks my heart, because this is our first time as a family to actually be separated over the holidays. And the first time for Chi to be alone for all three Big Events: her birthday (12/22), Christmas, and New Year.But I have a Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-30501412652854426242007-11-22T12:26:00.000-08:002008-01-24T17:01:21.198-08:00Went with my client to Taal. And, being a mountaineer/hiker, we weren't content to sit at the traditional viewing deck to take pictures of one of the smallest volcanoes in the world. Nope. We had to take the Real Experience: we went to the lake, crossed to the island, and trekked the 2km (?) it takes to get to the lip of the crater and look at the volcano.Yes folks. Kitt the Geek and Bookworm Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-22029441975161732032007-11-11T08:44:00.001-08:002007-11-11T08:44:44.873-08:00Kit and Chi in Singapore!Photobucket AlbumDnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-30230174366202878682007-09-15T13:02:00.001-07:002007-09-15T13:02:07.884-07:00Yay! My visa got approved! I must say it's harder than it looks, since I saw the consul reject a couple of guys already. He asked me a couple of questions, maintained a steely eye and gruff voice. I passed! They're sending my passport back to the office by courier either on Tuesday or Wednesday.Since then I've been packing up my stuff in boxes and passing on a lot of my old files to Trisha. I'm aDnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-42104036966809669292007-09-09T13:57:00.000-07:002007-09-09T14:47:26.065-07:00Drive!Okay, I broke down and paid for driving school.I mean, I love my dad and all - he's my first driving instructor - but he has bad driving habits. I suspect that I'm driving the wrong way: gas guzzling, clutch riding, shooting at the hip. Chi tells me I'm an idiot for paying (she could've just enlisted JR for me), but really. I can pay for it, and I want a third party to show me the right Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-91363137533992327292007-08-26T13:36:00.000-07:002007-08-26T13:48:35.174-07:00Ouch. OUCH. ouchI hurt all over.All over, dammit.Yesterday was the office's 'GK Day'. We had to be at the office around 7am for the pickup at the gas station across the street. We had fifteen volunteers from my group. Tere had fifteen from hers, Liza had thirty-five (wow!), and Johno sent two guys. Vtech had about ten people. All in all we were about sixty or so, and JL only sent one van. Liza Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-64551838412282406682007-08-19T10:06:00.001-07:002007-08-19T10:06:19.293-07:00I realize that it might be time for an update.My sister has permanently moved to Singapore for work.It seems that she's enjoying it. It sounds like she does. I'm supremely glad for her. She left three weeks ago, after having a four-week notice and headstart to get tickets, get her affairs in order (medical, dental, etc etc), buy new clothes and toss old ones, and contact relatives for additional Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-81662081191245629612007-08-19T09:37:00.000-07:002007-08-19T09:57:17.649-07:00I've never thought of myself as Simple. I don't understand the concept of shy as it relates to me. I've always wanted more to life: to be better, to strive harder with school, to travel, to express myself. I've never learned to keep my opinions to myself, I've always been encouraged to fight for my beliefs and say my piece. I guess that comes with having outspoken parents, with life experiences Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-27062972485679401012007-04-29T07:47:00.000-07:002007-04-29T08:04:42.585-07:00It's been eight months. So, I don't think I've been updating as much as I'm supposed to, and this is my oldest blog (aside from my LJ).Hey there, Herb and McLife! I miss you both. Between you two and Tere it's depressing to realize that my closest friends are outside the country now.I miss you both, and Tere. Sometimes I feel like I'm a lone voice in the wilderness. And that when I talk about my Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1155260364971589802006-08-10T18:09:00.000-07:002007-04-29T08:13:29.465-07:00So it's been two months, eh?What have I been up to?I spent most of July preparing for The Trip: I went to the US for a client visit, a cousin visit, and a site visit. It was a hectic two weeks, but it was everything that I could've packed into a US visit.I went to Iowa, where the client was based. Saw a farm, had an authentic US barbecue, ate S'mores. Saw a real farm, with REALLY tall corn Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1145139111463495782006-04-15T14:47:00.000-07:002006-04-15T15:11:51.476-07:00Happy Easter!Seasons of Love.A year, after all, is five hundred, twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Unlike others who plan their year on December 31, or January 1, this is normally the time when I review the year before, and the months ahead. I figure it's much more appropriate given the spirit of Lent and Easter Sunday to look at things in a fresh new light, and the past with a lot more Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1141498581631139402006-03-04T10:56:00.001-08:002006-03-04T10:56:21.633-08:00The guy thing?It sucks.Sucks, in a good way. At least there's something other than work that stresses me out.Thing is, I'm not the kind of girl who's used to juggling multiples, you know?It's one thing to suffer drought all throughout my entire working life, and another to experience a deluge. But it's a problem I'd rather have. I just hope that train wrecks don't happen in the course of my Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1141498526062058142006-03-04T10:26:00.000-08:002006-03-04T10:55:26.073-08:00Had a very long day that involved basically being awake the past 24 hours. And I still have the tonsilitis. I refuse to swear off banana splits (which caused the tonsilitis in the first place), so I'm brushing, gargling and drinking water like crazy.Also had something to do with two tall cups of Cafe Americano from Starbucks: I've put in three sugar packets in the damn thing and it was still Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1139160661164891622006-02-05T09:29:00.000-08:002006-02-05T09:31:01.176-08:00Juan!Went to the Battle of the Bands thing for CCAP to support our band, Juan. As the dj said, our group was incendiary: every mention of our company's name and/or the name of our band, and we simply freak out and scream. Not just freaking out, but standing up, freaking out and screaming. We also came prepared: we wore the same shirts (in uniform), bought our own banner, and had little flaglet Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1138482942177902862006-01-28T13:15:00.000-08:002006-01-28T13:15:42.186-08:00Chi and I went apartment hunting yesterday. The verdict:We want this one apartment place, but it's two promotions away (for me and Chi) from being affordable. But, damn that place was great: floor to ceiling windows, and walking distance to my office. Free use of the pool, jacuzzi, gym, the 8th floor lounge area (for entertaining). There was even a nook in the apartment that made us feel like Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1138478541430087662006-01-28T12:02:00.000-08:002006-01-28T12:02:21.443-08:00On the edge of Almost. It's both uncomfortable and unsettling.But overall, am relieved.I am alive, after all.And, possibly desirable.AlayImagoMamaalamTala kong may ngitiSaglit lamangMay huling habilinSa gitna ng 'yong paglalakbaySa dako mong ihihimlayDalhin ang payapa'tPangakong wagas.Patawad.Koro:May lunas pa rawNananamlay mong diwaS'yang may gamayNg malay mong tilang,Hiram.Itong minamataDaang Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1137966206754295612006-01-22T13:40:00.000-08:002006-01-22T13:43:37.323-08:00Listening to: Taning (Imago)=====================Looking through my blog, I realize that I've been blogging since 2002. August 2002 to be exact. That's almost.. four years.I'm twenty-six now.I've been writing on this journal since I started working.Wow.Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1137965344736840372006-01-22T13:27:00.000-08:002006-01-22T13:29:04.750-08:00Listening to: Idlip (Imago)If someone makes you coffee two days in a row, what does that mean?I see him, hand him my mug, and he makes me coffee (which is good, actually).This, from a guy who drinks tea. Making me coffee.I think it's kinda sweet, really.What do you think-?Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1137269728038903452006-01-14T12:14:00.000-08:002006-01-14T12:15:28.053-08:00I am shocked to hear that I never read this in my own newspaper, until I saw in in a Podcast feature:A Proposed Two-Child Family Policy for the PhilippinesAlso notice that these are NOT Philippine newspapers, the first articles from Google search:Zenit NewsLifesite, NYThe Christian News WireThe Dakota VoiceManila Mail, a Filipino newspaper for Pinoys in DCWHY ARE PHILIPPINE NEWSMAKERS MAKING THISDnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1135819563411641592005-12-28T17:25:00.000-08:002005-12-28T17:26:03.426-08:00The Eraserheads TributeI find it funny that the Eraserheadstribute album is now advertised as Ultraelectromagnetic, instead of Ultraelectromagneticjam, just so they can take out the Jam; since the radio station that started the compilation album is called Jam 88.3Kitchie Nadal's rendition of Ligaya was a waste. And I loved that song.Imago's version of Spoliarium was great. Never thought that the Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1132532827698901852005-11-20T16:25:00.000-08:002005-11-20T16:27:07.700-08:00A New (Old) Song that could possibly rival John Mayer's Love Song For No One in my current playlist:Get To Meby: TrainWell an airplane’s faster than a CadillacAnd a whole lot smoother than a camel’s backBut I don’t care how you get to meJust get to meParasail or first class mailGet on the back of a NightingaleJust get to me I don’t care just get to meProkeds, mopeds take a limousine insteadThey Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1132532563976073062005-11-20T16:21:00.000-08:002005-11-20T16:22:43.990-08:00Watch Harry Potter with the sibs!WARNING: Spoilage under here, and the review"Some thoughts:* The three are all very grown up. Much acting development there, especially with Dan's, who I've always thought needed a bit more help, versus Emma and Rupert. Rupert, you look like you've been doing Ron your entire life, kudos! And Emma.. you're getting to be prettier and prettier every year. :) Dan Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1131923223023637422005-11-13T15:06:00.000-08:002005-11-13T15:07:03.036-08:00Dad!Dad fell while on site last Friday. What's shocking is he fell on his back. On. His. Back. He told us that he remembered (while falling) tucking his head in before he hit the ground, then desperately determined to wiggle his toes when he did (to check if his spine was still intact). There you go: my dad the geek. He remembers all the Biology and Discovery channel stuff while he's in immediateDnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1131922190454699492005-11-13T14:49:00.000-08:002005-11-13T14:49:50.466-08:00My heart breaks. It breaks because nothing's the same anymore and it feels like you're so far away. I see you almost every week, you're only a phone call away, but it doesn't seem to matter now, does it?I hate that my dad keeps on talking and talking seemingly without any thought to encouraging the other person to contribute to the 'conversation'. I mean, without thinking, he goes off and on and Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1129510388613244072005-10-16T17:49:00.000-07:002005-10-16T17:53:08.620-07:00Wiring and twisted fingers.Chi broke out the jewelry making kits for our movie day. Spent an entertaining afternoon making earrings. It was fun - in fact I spent the entire night putting together beads and bangles and dangly things. Little did I know that fingers have the tendency to cramp up. Apparently, fine hand tools, wiring materials and millimeter-wide beads are not hand-friendly.Watched Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1129030296213888782005-10-11T04:31:00.000-07:002005-10-11T04:31:36.213-07:00Teehee.Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1129030044058557222005-10-11T04:27:00.000-07:002005-10-11T04:27:24.063-07:00Can't get over this song. Very apt.Stars (Switchfoot)Maybe I've been the problem Maybe I'm the one to blame But even when I turn it off and blame myself The outcome feels the same I've been thinking maybe I've been partly cloudy Maybe I'm the chance of rain And maybe I'm overcast And maybe all my luck's washed down the drain I've been thinking 'bout everyone, Everyone you looks so lonely But whenDnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1128341286407070952005-10-03T05:07:00.000-07:002005-10-03T05:08:06.416-07:00Woke up to the sound of Miriam Santiago in full rampage. Literally the last ten minutes of my sleep was spent hearing Miriam Santiago's voice on the podium in virago mode since the parents were watching her go at it at a Senate privelege (sp?) speech. Let me tell you: NOT a good way to start my day. Not with the screaming banshee triggering weird images in my brain right before I woke up.Bryan's Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1127963173504798962005-09-28T20:06:00.000-07:002005-09-28T20:07:24.700-07:00Herb!It was a relief to see and talk to Herb again, after years of not seeing each other. Well, not really. We always bump into each other at events. It's surprising, really, to realize we both still have common interests. We met up last Sunday for breakfast, which became brunch.. and had a movie. So, I literally spent the day with her.Found out she won a three-year scholarship to Japan (again), Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1125967429530750222005-09-05T17:43:00.000-07:002005-09-05T17:43:49.536-07:00Me, enjoying the view and the sound of the waves.The journey is a destination in itself.There were about twenty-five of us who went. I took a ride with Marco, one of the coaches, and we made it to Iba in record time (three hours, which is somewhat unheard of given that we didn't know where the place was, it was rainy, and we took off in the dead of night). Marco drives like a madman, so we made Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1125962903103227662005-09-05T16:28:00.000-07:002005-09-05T16:28:23.110-07:00I'm back!It was a welcome break. I am relaxed, refreshed, and absolutely revived.It was funny coz the moment we got there, the lot of us pulled up chairs against the beachhouse railing, and put our feet up to enjoy the view and listen to the waves.We didn't rush to the beach, didn't grab cold drinks, or even eat breakfast. We all went to grab a good seat with a view to the ocean.I didn't know if Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1124508998509115872005-08-19T20:36:00.000-07:002005-08-19T20:36:38.516-07:00Rockestra! Ten rows from the front, baby!Yes, it's true: listening to both Imago and Sandwich with an orchestra behind to carry their music was an incredible experience.Met up with Chi at the Taft station of MRT, headed to Folk Arts. Was a bit miffed at the parents, who - all of a sudden - had the case of the parental worry by saying that 'unescorted ladies in Folk Arts area is a recipe for Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1123973848537476412005-08-13T15:57:00.000-07:002005-08-13T15:57:28.543-07:00Zooming in for a totally freak thought:What if I cut myself off? Would anyone really care? And why the fuck do I care that others don't?Maybe I should stop caring.Boy. When I told myself New Deep was the theme song for the year, I didn't realize how true it could be. Lol. Can't wait for the theme song for my twenty-fifth.Here's a thought: cut yourself off, deal with it, and move on. It'll leave Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1123972930560128112005-08-13T15:40:00.000-07:002005-08-13T15:44:01.113-07:00"Imagine songs like `Mariposa`, `Divisoria` and `Two Trick Pony` played like you`ve never heard them before."Rockestra. A collab of rock music with the Manila Symphony Orchestra. Been wanting to watch one of these since I heard Metallica play with the Boston Symphony on Carol of The Bells three Christmases back."ROCKESTRA. When Two Musical Worlds Collide (by Kristine Lim)When an immovable object Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1123551693080232002005-08-08T18:41:00.000-07:002005-08-08T18:42:23.536-07:00I just realized that I turned 5 at Fanforum yesterday.Happy anniversary, Kitt.I'm taking a moment.Thanks, FF for expanding my network of friends - and for feeding the fangirl in me. :)Thanks, Crashdown, for linking me to FF, and the Roswell Underground, where I made and posted my first fic ever.Thanks to first friends from the Crashdown chatroom, when Foo (TVR) was still chatting, soul sistah Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1123455333382265832005-08-07T15:53:00.000-07:002005-08-07T15:55:33.390-07:00Currently reading Shadow Puppets, book 7 of the Ender series by Orson Scott Card. Bean's character is steadily growing to be more interesting than Ender, I have to say.Also looping Seasons of Love from the RENT soundtrack (original cast, hey!) What I love about favorite songs is that listening to them is never the same: There's always an aspect, a line, a tune or sound from it that brings in new Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1123407183061396072005-08-07T02:32:00.000-07:002005-08-07T02:33:03.076-07:00Total comments: 59917727236446256063672782191810161114121413131412151216111710189199206215224234244253262272282292302311321331341351361These statistics were generated using LJ Stats. Original idea from 's LJ Comment Stats Wizard.Funny that I'm the third on the list.Oh. Lol, went to an impromptu Fondue party courtesy of Hollie from work. We went to the Manila Penn, despite the horrendous weather Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1123406324390814862005-08-07T02:18:00.000-07:002005-08-07T02:18:44.400-07:00UPCATLeft Bry at the school. Turned out we were lined up at the wrong building/place - Bocobo, instead of Malcom - so we crossed the street and lined up at the other place. Seeing as the three of us were used to lining up for hours for whatever, we stood in line.Due to it being UPCAT season, and Roco's funeral, the roads to the place were packed.Left Bry at the school, and Chi and I looked for a Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1123246105378457532005-08-05T05:44:00.000-07:002005-08-05T05:48:25.380-07:00Rest in Peace, Raul Roco. FORMER senator Raul Roco, who challenged President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo in the 2004 election, passed away on Friday after a long battle with cancer, his family announced.Roco, 63, died of cardiac arrest, a complication of his illness, at 9:16 a.m. at St. Luke's Hospital in Quezon City, his wife Sonia, son Robbie Pierre, and staff and supporters said.InquirerEastDay, Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1123245854370205162005-08-05T05:43:00.000-07:002005-08-05T05:44:14.376-07:00Why oh why?Why does it always seem to happen that guys who seem interested in me are either gay, married, engaged, or already someone else's boyfriend? And why aren't they Filipino?!*tears hair*And, why are single guys such hormonal idiots? Particularly guys my age?TrampWhat pisses me off are women who make pathetic attempts at throwing themselves at men. Case in point, this tramp at the office Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1122263603032816312005-07-24T20:52:00.000-07:002005-07-24T20:53:23.036-07:00For some reason, it reminded me of you. I hope you listen to the song - not just the lyrics, but also the sound. It never fails to make me ache:Ever the Same(Rob Thomas)We were drawn from the weedsWe were brave like soldiersFalling down under the pale moonlightYou were holding to meLike a someone brokenAnd I couldn't tell you but I'm telling you nowJust let me hold you while you're falling Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1121089416327291582005-07-11T06:42:00.000-07:002005-07-11T06:43:36.333-07:00Day ThreePotter fans would love these:Pictures of Gaiman Gathering, Day Three:Crowd PicsNew-found friends, Niner (what a cool name) and KrisMe and AngelFroggy, Val and AngelDnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1121040143313665022005-07-10T16:59:00.000-07:002005-07-11T06:45:06.806-07:00Me and ChiAutographs!Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1121039824982270402005-07-10T16:56:00.000-07:002005-07-10T16:57:04.990-07:00Day 2Chi and I were thinking of going to Greenhills for the signing at Fully Booked Greenhills. We got there at 10am, and there was a line already. It was entirely expected, I think, coz given the day before, people who didn't get a chance would definitely go early. (Yep, I heard a story where people started lining up at five am)Got to see Kris, a classmate from college. She was holding the line Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1120955010379755532005-07-09T17:20:00.000-07:002005-07-09T17:32:01.540-07:00I think we also broke Neil's own record for 1)number of people in one signing, and 2)number of books signed in one day. Woohoo, Philippines!Neil!Me and Chi in line (12pm)Me and Bry at 5pmThe crowd at 11pmNeil!Me and Chi with Neil!Me and Chi (roughly 9am)Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1120954669428411672005-07-09T17:17:00.000-07:002005-07-09T17:19:24.786-07:00Hello Neil!!Went to the Neil signing!see Neil's thoughts from Day 1 of the Manila visitGot off work at 5am , conducted a meeting at 7am. Took a nap at the office 8:30-9:30am and met up with Chi and Bry at 10:20am or so.Got to Rockwell at roughly around 10:30am. I wanted to get there early coz I wanted good numbered signing tickets. We got to the line at 11. Out of the 700 tickets they allotted Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1120499402263618232005-07-04T10:35:00.000-07:002005-07-04T10:50:02.306-07:00DamnFF is down again. But then after five years or so of going to this community, I've witnessed many FF slowdowns already. Why should I be surprised? :)Out of whackSlept 7am this morning, woke up 11pm today. Which would be.. sixteen hours. Sixteen hours of sleep for me. Am I really that tired? Have I really been that tired with everything?Woke up with the cotton-ball-type headache. Which meant Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1120413576140301672005-07-03T10:59:00.000-07:002005-07-03T10:59:36.146-07:00Went to Mass, ate lunch at home, and Chi and I headed to Gateway mall to pick up Book 2 of the Ender series.Books, damn it, more booksBought the second Ender book, Speaker of the Dead. Am amazed that Orson Scott Card made this series in the late seventies/early eighties. It still feels fresh and futuristic.Also got Book 5 of the Sandman series; picked up my pass and ticket for the raffle. Also Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1120005384814451102005-06-28T17:33:00.000-07:002005-06-28T17:36:24.820-07:00New Books!Went to Gateway mall last Monday, had lunch there. I really must restrain from going to Fully Booked. I always leave with a book. Let me correct myself: books. I got me a copy of Orson Scott Card's Ender's Game. Futuristic boy genius, alien wars kind of book. Much celebrated, very good reviews. What's surprising is that it's not even new-new. It's been around for years, I think. I Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1119818812536952222005-06-26T13:39:00.000-07:002005-06-26T13:46:52.536-07:00I feel kinda off. Maybe it's the hormones. I've been trying to figure out if I felt this way last month - last month I was stressed out with the work thing (still stressed out, come to think of it). Now it's.. I don't know.I do have several things I want to do tomorrow, though:1) Filipiniana-inspired table setting for Bonnie and Jeff's wedding. Jeff and Bonnie are our clients, and they recently Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1119818243306842542005-06-26T13:31:00.000-07:002005-06-26T13:37:23.310-07:00BillBill scares me. Bill is not a guy, and that's not his real name. But he scares me. He scares me because he's quiet and introverted and when you talk to him it sort of seems like he's not all there. That's his face-to-face life.Fast forward to Bill's online life. Bill is very passionate about his movies. So much so that he develops an insane fannish personality. What does this mean? He's a Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1119667384341521722005-06-24T19:42:00.001-07:002005-06-24T19:43:04.346-07:00Had a relatively better week than I had in weeks. Thank goodness it's over.Also exhausting and draining as we have people - good people - deciding to leave or figuring if they should leave the company. I don't want them to leave, but if they want to, I'm glad that they have good opportunities elsewhere.Oh well.Parents!Also wary because it seems that Dad's been angling to ambush me again. Got Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1119260338058367142005-06-20T02:38:00.000-07:002005-06-20T02:38:58.063-07:00Relief!Relief! I just found out that he's seeing someone else! He's interested in someone else! Now, why the ecstatic reaction?Now we can deal with it, and move on. Now I know.And we are moving on. :)GlassesUsed the med card and went to the eye doctor (finally!) to get myself checked.Knowing that I was going to be diagnosed as needing glasses, also requested to have the glasses lens thing made Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1117763548018738562005-06-02T18:45:00.000-07:002005-06-02T19:04:19.433-07:00Okay, so, Erratum: Every time I mentioned the book World of the Cup, it's supposed to be Cup of the World. Just goes to show that I devoured the book without really grasping the title. *rolleyes* And I'm too lazy to edit my previous posts.Eyes! DAMMIT!Looks like I will have to undergo the inevitable: I will have to set an appointment to have my eyes checked. It's not even a matter of denial Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1117497425982392862005-05-30T16:47:00.000-07:002005-05-30T16:57:37.936-07:00Snagged from Jen and May (Shouldn't there by a music version of this survey?)1) Total number of books owned: A lot. Maybe.. three hundred-?2) The last book I bought: All at the same time:* Crossing the Tiber* World of the Cup (John Dickinson)* Chasing Vermeer* Tombs of Atuan (Ursula LeGuin)* Twisted Flicks (Jessica Zafra)3) The last book I read: World of the Cup (which isn't anything Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1117497618032079092005-05-29T16:48:00.000-07:002005-05-30T17:00:18.033-07:00Went to Gateway mall yesterday with the sibs (as I expected, the moment I texted the C, he asked if I wanted to meet up - to which I said no can do, it's a sibling thing today). Went a bit crazy with Fully Booked and Chi had to stop me from buying every intriguing book that came into my line of sight (later on she said I looked like a Woman on a Mission - lol). I ended up buying five books: Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1116450361142774122005-05-18T14:04:00.000-07:002005-05-18T14:06:01.150-07:00Star Wars and Being Awake at Five AMSo now I've gone and done it; posted on Fanfiction.Net. Sigh. I'm setting myself up for a fall. *rolls eyes*On other news, I watched STAR WARS!!!I got to see the midnight premiere with Chi, Bry, and Potch. Took a leave from work, and wore the shirt I made for the thing.Summary (and, don't read if you don't want to be spoiled):- George Lucas can't write romanticDnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1116198713343557902005-05-15T16:07:00.000-07:002005-05-15T16:11:53.346-07:00Happy birthday to three of my best buds:May - May 12Mickey - May 13Emil - May 15Happy birthday, guys. It's been a gift knowing all three of you.May, I wish we could meet up before the month ends.We might have an Israelite reunion next weekend (something that has nothing to do with the Jews - long story): Kim, Mickey, Emil and me. We're still trying to get Eidge to come, but I think Mickey's Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1115599631797804812005-05-06T17:46:00.000-07:002005-05-08T17:47:11.803-07:00Damn, I'm getting oldSo Aikah got married. The first of my group of college friends who ever really took the plunge. Also the first in my recollection of having been knocked up before getting married. I know it sounds both crude and prudish to say it; but it is. For some reason, my group of friends were- are- the 'boring' type: still single (or long-term coupled up), working, no plans of getting Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1115599426586006042005-05-03T17:43:00.000-07:002005-05-08T17:43:46.590-07:00The fic is like a monster snarling at my neck. Its a living, breathing thing. It demands my attention like a child that's been ignored too long. It eats me up, makes me worry. It sits at my shoulder, watching over everything else that I do, making sure that I am fucking working on it. She is a jealous habit, wanting to consume my spare time like a suspicious lover. Food is ignored. Work is Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1115599193914141522005-05-01T17:37:00.000-07:002005-05-08T17:39:53.920-07:00Idiots galoreSo now I'm glad that - in hindsight- no one ever really knew about Number One. Because in the end he was a disappointment. I lost to a 36-24-36 girl. In fairness, she was truly nice as she was insanely sexy. But given his intellectual capacity.. I guess he still wanted to have the upper hand in the relationship. And there's the truly sad fact that I'm just not his type. He wants Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1112569163437717432005-04-03T15:53:00.000-07:002005-04-03T15:59:23.440-07:00The Holy Father has passed away. The entire day we've been watching the telecast. I went to dinner with my friend to celebrate her birthday that evening. I kept on checking my phone for a text or a call from my family, because I knew they were watching TV. The entire time I was at work, I had been refreshing Google News for any update on his condition. I didn't want to be at work if he died.Got Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1110759924840042762005-03-13T16:22:00.000-08:002005-03-13T16:25:24.840-08:00Monday morning, woke up at 2am. My normal waking time on the weekends. Promised Stephen and Kim I'd drop by and treat them to lunch - a very belated birthday thing since I owe Stephen two rain checks, and Kim is part of the Europe Pact we made since Freshman year in college.So. Speaking of the Europe Pact: May. Ahem. ;) A bit of peer pressure from my corner here.I'm stoked about the notion of Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1109799118923106152005-03-02T13:26:00.000-08:002005-03-02T13:33:13.373-08:00Jars of Clay!Just came from the Jars of Clay concert. Totally worth it. Chi and I got the cheapest tickets we could've gotten and still be on the main/ground floor level, and by the time the concert started, we rushed to the stage. By the end of it, we were pretty much two meters away from the edge of the stage. I'll post some pictures.Gave the PalmPilot a test drive to see the video capacity. I Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1109444204329332952005-02-26T10:56:00.000-08:002005-02-26T10:56:44.330-08:00We have tickets for the Jars of Clay concert!!! Yay!!!And I got me a Palm Pilot. Palm Zire 72. With mp3/music player, camera/video recorder, an MS Outlook/Excel/Word/Powerpoint viewer.Got Mom her tickets to go to the province, and gave her the budget for this month's groceries.I will be on leave on Tuesday to watch Jars of Clay. I SO need it.The Boss has appendicitis. I brought her to the ER Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1109444129441424072005-02-26T10:55:00.000-08:002005-02-26T10:55:51.453-08:00She wasn't even two months old, and she died yesterday.Mom brought home a dalmatian puppy when she returned from her trip to the province. She was adorable, with big brown baby eyes, and very affectionate. The last dog I ever loved was Nippy, and that was when I was fifteen. It's been almost ten years since I've loved a dog. I felt that it would've been a good time to get serious about another Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1108412389028447182005-02-14T12:17:00.000-08:002005-02-14T12:24:52.903-08:00Bastards.Just when I thought we were a country where 'terror bombings' is considered a joke (puh-lease. The kinds of 'bomb threats' we get never gets carried out and if they are, we see pillboxes and firecrackers), we get this.This kind of thing just tires everyone out. Filipinos are very conscious of how they are perceived in the global community (even if the rest of the world think we're secondDnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1107818381158162802005-02-07T15:18:00.000-08:002005-02-07T15:19:41.160-08:00Neil -
I wonder what you were thinking of when you pulled the trigger. It didn't even really sink in until I saw your name on the black cloth outside the chapel. My knees started going weak as we walked up the stairs and the smell of funeral hit us. At first I was afraid of going near the coffin because I really didn't want to see you there. There in that fucking box, dead.
But you were, and I Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1107183616779207052005-01-31T06:58:00.000-08:002005-01-31T07:00:16.780-08:00Elektra and another meet for the Fellowship
Went to the Fellowship gig last Sunday. To my recollection it was the biggest group I've ever been part of.. and the most number of 'newbies' I've ever met.
Well, 'newbies' because I haven't been in the forums for the loooongest time. And by 'long', I mean months long. I haven't had conversations with the ones who are active anymore. But I'm glad that Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1101994815101157212004-12-02T05:38:00.000-08:002004-12-02T05:48:33.186-08:00How can you tell a true friend? Someone who doesn't just stand by you in happy times to cheer you on. It's also someone who kicks your ass when they know you're making a fool of yourself. It's someone who holds a mirror in front of you to tell you what an idiot you are.
I love you, May. Thanks. :)
Weather
Hey, check out the Weather Website to see how BAD the weather is over here. The storm is Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1101994449920946992004-12-02T05:33:00.000-08:002004-12-02T05:34:09.920-08:00How can you tell a true friend? Someone who doesn't just stand by you in happy times to cheer you on. It's also someone who kicks your ass when they know you're making a fool of yourself. It's someone who holds a mirror in front of you to tell you what an idiot you are.
I love you, May. Thanks. :)
Weather
Hey, check out The'>http://www.weather.com/outlook/travel/map/RPXX0017?from=LAPmaps&name=Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1099951345613109572004-11-08T14:00:00.000-08:002004-11-08T14:02:25.613-08:00Paradoxical, part deux
In the shower yesterday, I had a revelation: all these Idiot Boys go for Bitch Girls.. the next generation will be mothered by petty, small-minded women! Gak! Most of the worthwhile girls I know are single, and wondering the same thing I am: what's up?
There are people who are in nice, steady relationships. That's great. That's incredible. Keep up the good work. And, beingDnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1099617398489402982004-11-04T17:14:00.000-08:002004-11-04T17:23:24.486-08:00Paradoxical
I have a theory that Filipino males are submissive by nature. Submissive, but then they want to 'lead' the relationship. Or want to have the illusion that they do. Why do I say that? Case in point: Idiot Boy.
IB goes for 'pretty' girls. And by 'pretty', they fall under the category of whoa, hot chick coming through but they're actual bitches when it comes to personality: they're used Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1099312341683232212004-11-01T04:31:00.000-08:002004-11-01T04:32:21.683-08:00Got out of the house early, to get to work. Giving myself some lead time, as I fully expect to not have a ride to get there, what with the holiday.
What's nice about the November 1 holiday is seeing people put out candles outside their houses, to remember the dead. The past few years we haven't been able to go to the cemetery to do that: I make do with putting candles outside the house. Dad Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1099097944471458972004-10-29T17:57:00.000-07:002004-10-29T17:59:04.470-07:00What I did on my birthday.
Hid as much as possible.
I was supposed to be at work (we have yet another 2-week client visit).. Well at first I was thinking of going to Teena's bar-party thing. May, Linds and Pao were going. At the last minute, I pulled out because it turned out that Teena would be arriving later on in the evening, as well as May, Linds and Pao. There was no one to leave the gift Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697646.post-1098450603182301112004-10-22T06:06:00.000-07:002004-10-22T06:10:03.183-07:00Idiot.
Nothing kicks the Girl Power vibe better than realizing the guy you're starting to like - still like - is an idiot. I just found out he has a fascination for Bad Girls. Think Mad Love: destructive, mean, abusive girlfriends. Never mind that they kick him around; they're 'hotties'. Okay, fine.
Thing about it is this: I'm giving up on him. Sure, I'll still 'like' him for a while longer - Dnoreply@blogger.com