PLEASE LET ME KNOW, WHAT THE HELL ARE WE DOING?

When a Red Warrior defeated the Red Lion.

I was waiting anxiously for you at Mcdonald's Q.Ave. Okay. I was excited. I mean who wouldn't be? After four long years of not seeing each other, it felt like it was the first time again. Felt like my 17th birthday all over again. A lot has changed. But one thing didn't. The spark. The magic. The feeling. The "i-wanna-kiss-you-right-now-and-tear-your-shirt-off-because-you-look-hotter-without-it" kind of feeling. Of course I'm exaggerating.

But seriously. I missed you. All of you.

Ako: So sinong bago mong girlfriend ngayon?


Siya: Wala noh.


Ako: Ikaw pa? Duh.


Siya: Wala nga. Pero may babalikan kasi ako.


Ako: (sabay inom ng beer) Sino naman?


Siya: (humithit ng yosi) Sana ikaw.

E bakit ba? KINILIG AKO E! :))

I WANNA DO ANY OF THESE 3O DAY CHALLENGE

Day 01 - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts.

Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been close with for the longest.

Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite movie.

Day 04 - A picture of your favorite night.

Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory.

Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day.

Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item.

Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh.

Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.

Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with.

Day 11 - A picture of something you hate.

Day 12 - A picture of something you love.

Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist.

Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.

Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die.

Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you.

Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently.

Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity.

Day 19 - A picture of you when you were little.

Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.

Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget.

Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at.

Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book.

Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change.

Day 25 - A picture of your day.

Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you.

Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member.

Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of.

Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile.

Day 30 - A picture of what you wore today.

*I WISH I COULD DO THESE :((

I might be in the danger of falling in love with you

You, showing up at 10 in the morning is one rare occasion. T'was one thing I never expected but then hoped for. :) Thank you. Thank you for making me feel alive again. The sound of your car engine was music to my ears. I missed you. You were my dose of Vitamin C in the morning. My glass of milk. My bowl of cereals. My sunshine. :) You made my insides do the tsunami waves again. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. :))

But the truth still remains. Everything stays the same. GOOD MORNING.

You took away my colds but left a bigger damage

“What happened to us”? I blurted out.

In the middle of a happy conversation, stupidity ate me alive. My brain neurons were salvaged by the third can of SanMig Light that it cannot function well anymore. The next thing I knew, my face was buried in his chest, his arms wrapped around me and my heart on my throat. How could somebody hurt you and still make you feel secured around his grip?

“Maybe because we were so open with each other and got so competitive that we both see it as a game and not a relationship anymore. Yung pambabae ko sinasabayan mo ng kalokohan mo. All I wanted was for you to say stop. Then I’ll stop.” and everything after that went blurry.

And there was silence. All I could hear was the sound of his car engine and “What Might Have Been” started playing in the background. My face was glued onto his chest. I could not sit straight. I know he could feel my overflowing emotion.

“..I’m ready this time I think that I am no longer undecided…” and he hugged me tighter. At that moment, I knew, I am ready. He wiped the tear from my eye, held my hand and kissed me on the forehead. I died. I smiled. I got to admit the song made everything sweeter. Old school but classic.

“I want you like that. HAPPY.” He said.

And I knew, somewhere in between that statement, something was wrong.

Me: I want you. Beside me.

Him: I am today. But I won’t be in the next days. I’m sorry.

We talked and agreed that we don’t stand a chance even in the friends department. It will go against our principles about the post break up syndrome even though we weren’t really together in the first place. Everything is too personal to share it here. All we know is that somewhere in our lives. There was “US”.

And just like any good movie, everything has to end. A can of beer and three sticks of cigarette concluded our story.

To you, I will miss you showing up in front of our house at 3 in the morning just because I wanted to eat burger. I will miss hanging out with you. I will miss your old school songs. I will miss your spontaneity. I will miss you holding my hand while you’re driving. I will miss your messy hair. I will miss your hot accent. I will miss staring at you. I will miss sneaking out with you. I will miss our sweet escapes. I will miss how you treat me like a princess. I will miss our movie marathons. I will miss your scent. I will miss your lighter. I will miss how you annoy me and then please me afterwards. I will miss taking a photo of you and then you’ll delete it after. I will miss your strong opinions about politics and religion. It makes me feel that I’m still young. I will miss how you complement my immaturity. I will miss how we are so different and yet manage to close the gap. I will miss how you tease me because I’m dark and you’re fair. I will miss how I feel short beside you even if you are not that tall.

And most of all, I will miss sitting at the trunk of your car, drinking, smoking and enjoying the view on top of Tagaytay until the sun rises. Thank you for driving me home safe always.

I WILL MISS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.

P.S. There’s something in you. Something good. I’ve always wanted to tell you this. Not because we saw it in Beastly. Hehe! You should know that! And one last thing, you do look like Han or Hahn. The hair and the eyes. But he’s the hotter version of you! Haha!

And this is my last and memory of you. My last photo of you.

Just because it's raining cats and dogs

Today, I don’t really feel like writing anything down (literally). I was too hung-over from last night’s Republiq gimmick with my self proclaimed “half-siblings”— JT and Rory. Together with their cousins from Australia and our good ol’ friend DJ we partied like a VIP. Seated on the couch, drank Black Label, Patron and other alcoholic beverages that I cannot seem to pronounce or even read for that matter.

We all had fun drinking, dancing and chatting with my half sibling’s cousin who seem to have a “twang” accent. JT was guffawing hard while I try to imitate her cousins’ weird accent. It was fun and difficult though. Challenging too!

At 3AM, we decided to part ways with their cousin since JT indulged herself with too much liquor that we had to drag her out from the club. We went straight to the parking lot and decided to flew off the scene. Oh! Did I mention that Daniel Matsunaga’s Montero Sport was parked beside ours? He’s cute and hot btw. Not to mention super nice and kind. *giggles*

It’s either I was too sleepy or tipsy that I cannot recall that we reached San Pedro exit on our way home. It was one insane road trip! JT was too drunk that we have to park on shoulder just for her to vomit her lungs out. The funny part is that she fell from the car seat! Ha! Luckily she did not get any bruises or wounds but she got so filthy! (Okay somebody’s gonna kill me now!)

Finally at 4 AM, I was home. When I woke up I remembered that I still need to go to the store. Boo! Even though I was too lazy to get up, I have to. Just because I don’t have a choice! Oh well.

Before going to my “work” I took a quick brunch with my mom at the nearest carinderia and ate binagoongan and adobo. What a way to celebrate mothers’ day, yes? We didn’t bother to have a nice celebration since we already had an Italian dinner at the store last night. Made especially by our chefs. Boy I was so full! Anyways, it slipped into my mind that it was a special occasion, so in the middle of a conversation, I cut her out and blurted out “Happy Mothers’ Day pala, mom!” She did not feel all giddy about it but I know that she felt appreciated. And so did I.

I am currently writing this lengthy blog just because I’ve got time to kill here at the store since Banawe is like a ghost town. WALANG TAO! NAKAKABATO! Haha!

Everything put aside, this day should be dedicated to all the mothers who sacrificed almost all their life looking out for us. Cheers to our moms! Happy Mother’s Day! 

*at biglang buhos ang ulan.

Day Off

Just because I am so busy with Kabigting's doesn't mean I can't have the chance to take a day off from work. And nothing beats the company of these people. :))

Diana, Jan and Russell celebrated their birthdays at Napoli Pizzeria in Timog. Almost half of the class was there! It was the biggest birthday celebration ever made in the history of our section! Pizza, pasta and bottomless iced tea were served and everybody almost gave up because of the feast the three gave us. We all had a very satisfied lunch.

After lunch was the fun part. It was held at our outgoing class president's crib in San Juan. SYEMPRE, HINDI NAMAN PWEDENG MAWALA ANG INUMAN.

I am so sorry. But I promised myself that details are enclosed by the four corners of Ryan's house. My lips are sealed. All I can say is that it was one wild and exciting night. To cut the long story short. It was a night of booze-drinking and meeting "familiar" people.