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Monday, June 14, 2004

the weekend 

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?

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