Yesterday, I went with my parents to Enrico V’s birthday/thanksgiving party. The only people I recognized were those from the Ateneo community and this friend of mine who is now Rico’s Red Bull teammate. We didn’t really stay long in the party because my dad was needed in Aliw Theatre for the Metro Manila Film Fest Awards Night. Man, I wasn’t even able to finish my sumptuous Mongolian meal because we really had to leave as my dad was tasked to present the trophy and the cash prize to the Best Picture winner. Hay. I’m not pa naman into that stuff. I don't know much about Philippine tv anymore. Speaking of local tv, my mom got inis at me recently for refusing to appear in this local singing group’s music video. Kasi naman I’m sooo not tv material. I honestly believe that a lot of other girls deserve to be in that video. :D

Moving on, I chatted with Kim for 4 hours this morning. I super duper love you, Kimmy. You undoubtedly know the real me. Oh and we’re in the same boat now. We’re no longer owned. We’re free, free, free. No more loser days. Hah.

Kimmy: “Look who’s hurting now.”
Hush.

I slept at 5am and woke up at 2:30pm.

I must’ve spent the entire Tuesday afternoon with my co-rocker chick, Mo, who also gave me this novel I’m dying to read. She says I might be able to relate to the protagonist. Woot. Since the two of us had nothing else to do on a rainy Tuesday, we decided to watch - get this - TWO movies in a row in gb3. We used up 4 of my gb3 movie passes and gave one away. The first flick we watched was Shrek 2. That movie is so cute and funny. I just felt lost at certain parts because I didn’t get to see the first Shrek. How sad! I couldn’t even go with those people who were inviting me to watch Shrek 2 last month because I regrettably failed to see the first installment. Same with Harry Potter, would you believe I haven’t even seen one Harry Potter film? Oh and worst, I’ve never read a single Harry Potter novel. Hah and to think I majored in English Literature. =/ The second film we viewed was Girl with a Pearl Earring. I really liked that movie. I hate to admit it but Colin Firth has this mystery in him that makes me want to mix paint with him. Harhar. And Scarlett Johansson’s skin is so immaculate. Wow.

Beauty inspires obsession.

After the last movie, we ate for awhile, bumped into a few friends at gb2 and took off.

I think I should watch more movies to keep myself occupied.

Okay, gotta hit the sack now.
Au revoir!

To my co-Rockers

Thank you for your wonderful birthday surprise. I sincerely and highly appreciate everything, most especially the effort you guys exerted. In all honesty, at exactly 8:30pm last Friday (my birthday), I thought I was gonna end up like Carrie in her Sex and the City birthday episode. Alone in the restaurant with the birthday cake she bought and totally guest-less. Goodness. Imagine me alone in Uva with my bottles of Tequila Rose and Bailey’s, pitifully wishing myself a happy birthday. Phew.

Thank you Muff, Mo, Miam, Roni and Roi for the cake, balloons and the gigantic card. You really made me feel special.

Rock on!

Happy birthday to me!
(June 25, 2004)
Uva, Greenbelt 2

sleepover (Valle 2)

Thank you so much! I had a blast!
God bless you all!
*mwah*

I’m down with fever.

Probably because I’ve been out for 5 consecutive days already! Apart from my hectic weekend, I still spent yesterday and today hanging at Muff’s and Mo’s places, respectively.

Yesterday, Muff picked me up from my place at around 530pm to hang at her house and watch this vcd (Lupiao is the best!). After dinner, her cute and kalog lola introduced us to Jericho Rosales. Yes, the actor was in her lola's house. In all fairness, he was really nice and courteous. Quite a smart dresser, to boot. Man, we felt bad nga for Echo (*yehesss* feeling close!) coz he just had a knee operation and could hardly walk.

Muff and I also watched this cute episode of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy which made me realize that old-fashioned chivalrous guys are still the best. The man from that episode totally pampered his girlfriend. Aww. He cleaned his house, fixed his hair, dressed up, cooked dinner, baked dessert and prepared a candlelit garden-date JUST FOR HER.
Isn’t that sweet?
I really felt hopeless after watching it coz I don’t think I’ll ever find a guy like that. Hah. I hadn’t even come across one.
Zero. Zap. Zilch. Nada.

I'm all for old-fashioned romance.
Sigh.

Today, I went to Mo’s after hearing mass with my parents. Mo and I went to gb2 to check out this restaurant and get some stuff (gb2 looks different during the day ha). From there, we picked up her mom from work and went straight to their place. Once in their house, we watched One Tree Hill (I really heart Chad) and ate dinner. Nakikain nanaman ako. Jahe, I ate a lot pa. Lamon! Haha.

My fever was discovered soon after.
Hay, this is the first time in years that I’m falling ill again.

Okay, gotta go rest now.
Sweetest dreams.

Oh yeah.
Thank you, EJ, for greeting me 11 days before my actual birthday. Told you I'd give you props. Haha.

a quiz I took

Coolness. That's my real sign.
And yeah, I am The Most Loving Ever.

I finally got myself a new phone to forget about the past.
Yey.

While I was phone-hunting in greenhills last Friday, I stumbled upon this guy from Xavier who serenaded me during the Poveda-Xavier soiree back in high school. Haha. If I remember correctly, he was everyone’s favorite guy and I just got lucky to be his partner in that pillow game. Well, I’m glad he chose to sing me a song coz I really find that act oh-so sweet. But the song? Oh my. Nevermind. Though, to be fair, it sounded and appeared cute. After purchasing the phone, I ate with my family and cousins at Tempura (also in greenhills) where I saw my ideal man with his girlfriend (it’s like meeting the man of your dreams and meeting his beautiful wife… harhar). I was also supposed to meet up with my friends at gb2 that night but opted to sleep, instead. I told you I always end up giving in to sleep.

Saturday afternoon; Miam, Mo and I attended the much talked about cardiofunk class at Fitness First in Libis. We worked out a bit after, ate bananas and then went home.

Ma’am Rica Santos, one of my favorite instructors from Ateneo, once said that “Misfortune comes in threes.”
Hmmm, let’s see if there’s truth to that.

When I got home, I was a bit shocked to find a big bruise on my left knee from that cardiofunk sliding-on-the-floor-ALA-noontime-variety-show-performance-move. Misfortune no.1 right there. A few hours after discovering the bruise, I decided to take a shower with my aching thighs and legs (that’s what you get when you don’t do stretches!). Goodness, I haven’t even been inside the bathing area for 10 minutes when I suddenly slipped, fell and landed on my butt. *Swoosh* Misfortune no. 2, baby.

I’m still unsure where the third misfortune comes in but I’ll go on with what happened to my Saturday night, anyway.

So by 11pm (despite promising them I’ll drop by at 10:30), I picked up Miam and Mo and headed to Roni’s. After fetching Roni, we all went to greenbelt to hang, drink and chat. And of course, I had to see someone there. Someone who had messages saved in the phone I got rid of. Greenbelt, after all, is a big place. You’re bound to bump into someone in that place. Blah.

At around 12, our all-girls table was already joined by Candz A. and her boyfriend, Jeff. That night was the first time I saw Candz A again ever since she got back from Europe. It’s so awkward having a dear friend with the same name but we love it, anyway. Hah. I love talking to that gurl! She always, always makes me feel good. Like lastnight, she was telling me "the truth" about these guys to make me realize how naughty they really are. (So pinagsasabay niyo pala kami ha!) Bad, bad boys. Tsk, tsk. Oh and she also said she’d introduce me to a future doctor. Mwa-ha-ha. I really miss hanging out with that lady. Man, we used to have those Sex and the City nights back in college. Cosmopolitan here, Rum Coke there. Candz would be Carrie and I’d be Charlotte. Ha ha ha. She’d always end up getting a glass of iced tea, though and I'd end up drinking her Rum Coke. Heh.

Okay, back to Saturday night.

We transferred to this other bar in Salcedo Village at around 1am to drink, be merry (haha) and meet up with my beloved Tin. Boy, I saw this guy I was once friends with *ahem* there and in fairness (inn furrrness), he made the first move to say hi to me. Since I’m polite, I also said “hello” to return the favor. Oh and there was that instance when I was suddenly pulled by this guy (friend of a friend) to have me meet his buddy. Har har. I used to find that guy I got introduced to interesting three years ago. Small, small world. From that bar, we dropped by gb2 again before going straight to Tianamen (T-bar) to eat/drink. I brought Roni and Mo to their respective places afterward and headed home, myself.

That night was a bit full of old flames, don’t you think? Heehee.

Were you able to figure out the third misfortune, by the way? Hah. I think I had more than three, man.

I woke up at 2:45pm the following day (Sunday) with aching thighs, an aching butt and an aching hea--.

An aching head. (Ha, you probably thought I was gonna type an aching HEART noh? Asa pa. FYI, I never shed a single tear for him noh. Nyehehe.)

After eating lunch, I went online for a bit to check mail and proceeded to Mo’s to return her books. Yep, I finally gave back the lucky SPELLBOUND book she lent me. I dunno why but every single time I pick up and read that book, he would also text me. Strange!!!
Anyhow, I went to hear the 7:15pm Sunday mass with Mo’s family at Mary the Queen in San Juan, as well. After hearing mass, Muff picked us up from Mo’s place and brought us to Jack’s Loft over at Wilson. That place is soo nice (especially the second level which I had a hard time climbing coz my thighs really hurt). It has a lot of blown-up Jordi Labanda images on the wall. I LOVE! Hmm, I wonder if they asked permission from Jordi to use those cute images… Ah basta that place will be our new hang out / chill out place. Heehee. We spent a lot of our time there LAUGHING. Muff kept laughing at me coz I’m so NENE daw. Like, people think I’m this crazy party girl when in reality I’m just a simple conservative innocent girl.

Muff: It’s a pity that people don’t know how conservative you really are.

Right on.

We also talked about the sleepover that I’m having on my birthday for the single ladies. Haha. Can’t wait. (Also can't wait 'til tuesday noon to go resto hopping in greenbelt with friends!)

Oh my. Mo thinks I should invite *toot* to my birthday dinner. Personally though, I don’t think I should because I don’t want to be disheartened or sad on my birthday.

Could he please allow me to be happy for just one night?
Please spare my birthday, dear.

I really do not understand why I still have a soft spot for him in spite of everything.
Wait, I think I get it now.

I still have a soft spot for him NOT in spite of but because of everything.

Boy oh boy. Why do I even allow myself to be affected?

I don’t think getting a new phone really changed anything. How can you forget about the past when it persistently haunts you?

Wonderin' if you're the same and who's been with you. Is your heart still mine?

I had a hard time drifting off to sleep last night… and it wasn’t because I was thinking of someone. Por favor, I’ve been too self-centered lately to actually have time to think of anyone. Hah. Maybe someone was thinking-slash-dreaming of me. Hmmmmm. You ha… whoever you are, please… stop. Heh. You know what time I woke up today considering the fact that I slept at past 3am already? 6:50am. Goodness.

Anyway.

I miss college. I miss my blockies, college friends and teachers (yes, the teachers/profs/instructors). I miss the College Chapel, my second home, which is one of the few places where one finds solace and isn't judged. I miss acting like a silly school girl and having KFs. I miss walking running from Bel to SOM. I miss the smell of photocopied handouts. Hay.

I miss Ateneo period.

Accordingly, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about going to graduate school and acquiring educ units. It may not be known to all that I’ve always wanted to teach children. Seemingly, my short-lived marketing career (career? hee-yeah right) has made me realize that I really ought to pursue (or even try, at the least) my dream of teaching pre-school children. Sigh.

Here’s the hitch.

I don’t think I want to go through thesis all over again. I know its upsetting that laziness got the best of me but at this point I really think once is enough. I’ve already stressed myself for an entire year trying to comprehend the Filipino Diaspora and a bunch of Feminist, Structuralist and Post-Structuralist theories. Thank you very much.

To boot.

EJ: you're meant to teach grade school brats
EJ: I can really see you as someone who'll catch their pukes during recess
EJ: bibigyan ka pa ng gifts [ng mga horny adolescents] kapag Christmas.

Can you say CATCH 22?

I really have no clue where my life is headed.