BLoG PARTY::
8.28.2004
hello...
8.22.2004
another year...
8.19.2004
first times...part II
I was driving my mom to Southmall this afternoon. It’s Thursday, and it was traffic along Zapote road. I wanted to take the shortcut and use the Friendship route but I was already in front of Nissan and decided to just go through the traffic. It was going smoothly until my brother called my mom. He needed to use my car. At that time we were halfway to SM. My mom on the other hand told me to turn around. So I did. I was at the leftmost of my lane and the opposite lane seemed free. But I still took precaution and proceeded slowly. Just as I was turning, a motorcycle overtook to the opposite lane and rammed my left bumper. PUTANGINAAAA!!! (Excuse me.)
I was shocked at what had just happened. Cars behind me were honking already pissed at the traffic and was not amused by the accident. I didn’t know what to do. Then the guy on the bike, after hitting me, pointed his finger at me as if it was my fault. I got pissed. My mom asked me to just stay in the car. I told her I had to see what had happened to my car first while they were still there. I got out. There were two men on that stupid bike. I didn’t freaking care! I got out, looked at my bumper and just saw light scratches on the bumper near the left wheel. Then the guy asked “hindi mo ba ako narinig bumusina?”. I said “Sa dinami-daming bumubusina, tingin mo narinig ko yung sa iyo?”. I think I yelled a little. I wanted to say so much more, but in my mind I was ranting in English and knew that it was still impolite to yell at someone in a language they wont understand. I didn’t want to cuss either. Pero PUTANGINAAA!!! The other guy said “ok lang yan, maliit lang naman eh”. He was referring to the scratch near the wheel. I asked my mom. All she said was “get in”. I wanted to get his license but didn’t. I understood that my mom didn’t want to cause any commotion in traffic because we weren’t helping by stalling the lane. So I left. With suppressed anger.
We had to stop by Caltex before going home. I could see my mom looking at me. At this point I was quiet, not because of shock but because I was angry. When I parked, I went out to check the damage closely. Lo and behold, it was worse than I previously thought it was. The little scratch wasn’t the only scratch in my car. There were two deep scratches at the lower left side of my bumper. TWO SONS OF B*TCHES! But wait! There’s more! My left bumper fell a little. Crap! Crap! Crap! My baby was ruined… After gassing up, we went home. My brother looked at the car. At first he looked puzzled looking for where the scratch was, and then a look of shock after seeing 2 long, thick line of stripped paint on the bumper.
I wanted to scream, yell and make a scene… hmm… kinda reminds you of someone right? Ahehe. I wanted to kill that guy!
My mom knows me too well. She took the other car and we went to Town Center. We watched a movie. Stepford Wives. It’s really nice watching it with your mom. She loved it. Said that it was the first film she had fun watching. After that I calmed down. But I still want to kill that person, or at least rebuke his license… revenge… I need revenge…
I hate motorcycles…
8.17.2004
first times
i posted this in my blog last sat for those people who missed one of the greatest org parties ever!!! anyway, may dalawa pa so punta na lang kayo dun!
Saturday, August 14, 2004
I just got home from one of my org's party in makati. It was reliving the 80's all over again. It was my first time to go to dreambar in 6750, and it was my first time as an adult to actually dress up in costume.Well the 80's weren't bad. In fact i actually like it. It wasn't hard finding clothes since almost most of my clothes are 80's inspired!I got there early. It wasn't traffic going there from alabang. Met up with LaSalle contact for my project. After a while people started pouring in. Orange and lemons played 80's song like those from Sting and The Police, and some Beatles songs. HE would have loved it.
Saw many people there including those i didnt expect. Byron was there. Wierd. and then there was Gino. When i saw him i had to hug him and he hugged me tight. It was like HE was there again. Being around Gino brought more memories back, good memories. He stayed beside me almost the whole time he was there. We'd kid around, make fun of people. It was nice. It was the first time we hung out by ourselves, without HIM around...=)Then me and Cara, my VP, had to come upstage to introduce our project. The image of the sticker was showing on the television.. thanks to me of course!!! im such a genius... made a vcd in less than an hour.. uhum.. thank you thank you! It was nice being on stage. I was actually fluent! my friends of course were cheering... nothing like the crowd yelling "Shali! you're so hot!" to make your night.
The party was so successful that the place was packed. It was so filled up it wasn't even funny anymore. I had to get out of that place. Made my way out, pausing to say hi to people i knew. Then i realized i was hungry and looked for Cara. Cha was there and told me Cara was in starbucks. I guess i wasnt the only one hungry. So we all decided to go to Greenbelt. Cara and Cha had to leave but Zig and a friend of his ate with me at BubbaGump. first time to eat there. So we talked and Guads and Giselle came by. We talked about relationships, being masochist, bitter and the whole enchelada of LOVE. hahaIt was only 1am, but i already felt sleepy. I didnt care if it was still considered early but i had to go. A sign of being mature? maybe. maybe not. said goodbye to them and went home.
8.14.2004
8.12.2004
"There is no try..."
"There is no try. You either do, or do not."
-Yoda, Empire strikes back
Today my load became lighter. I've been making myself busy since last year but it's only now that i've started to feel burned out. From school to organizations, days seem to go by so fast. I rarely go out with my friends anymore since i'll be tired going home at 9 pm on fridays. Saturdays are spent on meetings and trying to catch up with readings from my classes. It got so hard that i started working more on my org than i did on my studies. My microeco class was fucking hard! I failed the first exam.
This week was no different. I had to constantly mind one of the projects of my org, and i had to study for my second exam in micro. I started listing the things i had to do and it was a long list... PER DAY. One after the other i crossed them out except for one thing-- study for eco. Monday was over, and then Tuesday... still haven't studied but worked my ass of for the org. Wednesday i drew the line. I read, reviewed and asked for help. I stayed in school until 9 to practice the stupid computations. Then messages from the org. Ignored it. Slept in the car going home. At 10, i started studying the problem sets again and again. Beep- beep! Beep- beep! Messages at 1230 in themorning. Ignored them again... and again... At 2 in the morning, i gave up and slept.
Woke up at 6 today to go to school. Exam was at 9am. Didn't have enough sleep but that was far from my mind. i told myself i had to choose between orgwork and studies. If i fail this exam, i'd have to quit my org, my team. I'm already overloading next sem because of the classes i had to let go for my practicum. If i fail this course, i would have to take it on summer and i won't be able to graduate on time. My friends told me to quit my position already, even if i'm in the middle of it. I've never quit. I'd rather fail than quit. It was judgement day for me. What was my priority?
I sat down. Calculator on my desk and pen on my left hand. Exam started promptly at 9. Having Jesuit priests as a teacher is a bummer... they're strict and they love math. One after another i answered the questions. They seem clearer now than it did on the first exam. A smile slowly lifted its way up on my face.
After the exam, i had to get my contact prints for my grad pics in Colayco. And at that point i knew everything was going to be ok.
-Yoda, Empire strikes back
Today my load became lighter. I've been making myself busy since last year but it's only now that i've started to feel burned out. From school to organizations, days seem to go by so fast. I rarely go out with my friends anymore since i'll be tired going home at 9 pm on fridays. Saturdays are spent on meetings and trying to catch up with readings from my classes. It got so hard that i started working more on my org than i did on my studies. My microeco class was fucking hard! I failed the first exam.
This week was no different. I had to constantly mind one of the projects of my org, and i had to study for my second exam in micro. I started listing the things i had to do and it was a long list... PER DAY. One after the other i crossed them out except for one thing-- study for eco. Monday was over, and then Tuesday... still haven't studied but worked my ass of for the org. Wednesday i drew the line. I read, reviewed and asked for help. I stayed in school until 9 to practice the stupid computations. Then messages from the org. Ignored it. Slept in the car going home. At 10, i started studying the problem sets again and again. Beep- beep! Beep- beep! Messages at 1230 in themorning. Ignored them again... and again... At 2 in the morning, i gave up and slept.
Woke up at 6 today to go to school. Exam was at 9am. Didn't have enough sleep but that was far from my mind. i told myself i had to choose between orgwork and studies. If i fail this exam, i'd have to quit my org, my team. I'm already overloading next sem because of the classes i had to let go for my practicum. If i fail this course, i would have to take it on summer and i won't be able to graduate on time. My friends told me to quit my position already, even if i'm in the middle of it. I've never quit. I'd rather fail than quit. It was judgement day for me. What was my priority?
I sat down. Calculator on my desk and pen on my left hand. Exam started promptly at 9. Having Jesuit priests as a teacher is a bummer... they're strict and they love math. One after another i answered the questions. They seem clearer now than it did on the first exam. A smile slowly lifted its way up on my face.
After the exam, i had to get my contact prints for my grad pics in Colayco. And at that point i knew everything was going to be ok.
8.08.2004
2 girls, dencios and pitchers of margaritas
i dread this day more than any other day. I went out drinking with jinky last night. and what started as an innocent get together ended up with 2 finished pitchers of margarita. thanks to the help of jinky's knight in shining armor (that's yogi), i got to drive jinky and myself home safe. It was only 1230am. Too early? not if you have your day of prayer (better known as a retreat) the next day. Yes children, i had to go to school on a sunday. EARLY... Spent the whole day there... with a hangover. What pissed me so much wasn't the fact that i had to wake up early on a weekend just to go to school, (although it does merit some sort of award), Dr. Parco, our irritating theo proffessor had a freakin whistle and was tooting on it to call on us. Not very funny when your brain is ready to explode. this definitely is not my day. it's already 730pm and my head still hurts. i tried sleeping but i cant seem to. there are tons of work to do for this week and need i mention the microeco test i have on thurs. aaaaaaaaaarrrrgh!!!! i want out! HELP!
8.06.2004
I wrote this poem when I was still in 2nd year high school. We were required to write a poem about anything under the sun. So I wrote this poem and got a perfect score for it:
VIRGIN
I feel so wet and I feel so tight
I kiss your sweet lips while I dream at night
The rush from my legs and behind
Is an orgasmic feeling that I could never find
The moan of pain and the moan of satisfaction
Is all you could hear from my initial reaction
Tommorow, I'm sure that I would regret
This very first time that I would never forget
I actually made a sequel for this poem just for kicks, its entitled "Almost In" watch out for it!ü
an ode to my love
i saw my dream at the corner of my eye
full...
fresh...
perfection.
It was haunting me, drawing me to come closer.
I hesitated.
Resisted.
Gave in.
I took off the delicate wear
and tasted sin itself.
Hassel nga lang ang mahal!
Brothers LambBurger.
Satisfy your Urge. hehe ang sarap kasi.
full...
fresh...
perfection.
It was haunting me, drawing me to come closer.
I hesitated.
Resisted.
Gave in.
I took off the delicate wear
and tasted sin itself.
Hassel nga lang ang mahal!
Brothers LambBurger.
Satisfy your Urge. hehe ang sarap kasi.
8.02.2004
the other kind of strangers
I met up with a couple of friends earlier. We tried out the new Bizu in town center. (Sorry, just had to say that given the amount we had to pay!) So anyway, it was a long time since we all got together and we started talking about how we all were. Things were going well for all of us, apart from little bumps in our roads everything was peachy. It was Joyce’s birthday by the way. Happy birthday!!! We talked about this wonderful blog called 4 rooms, and I suddenly realized it was my blog! (hehehe) but I wanted them to read this one, especially this one because as girls, this topic hits closer to home. Well, at least with my friends that is.
In my previous blog, I talked about the blessing of strangers that pass by in your life. As I’ve mentioned, not all are pleasant ones. Although a few are considered to be blessings, some are considered to be a pain in the ass. They are those that pop out like mushrooms morning after a lightning storm—you don’t know where they came from or what the hell they’re doing there. They’re annoying, irritating, and worse of all they bother your man. For those unlucky one’s like me, whose “man” gave into these types of strangers, I know how much it sucks. But cheer up, if they were like that with us, they’re probably like that with them too. Trust me on this one ;) Dogs will be dogs. But for those still in a relationship, which has symptoms of a soon-to-be-ruined-relationship due to thirdies wheelus, there’s still hope. After all, it is still a matter of choice.
I have heard of those girls that though intentions are really sweet as “friends” to your man, they start giving you diabetes. Where do you draw the line between being friendly and courting someone else’s guy? Where do you get off? Some people would call it just making lambing. But others get too comfortable. Maybe it’s the way they were brought up? Crap, that’s not even a good excuse. Why don’t they just look for some other guy to bug like those single men out there? I guess these girls are just attracted to the idea that they see these kinds of situation as a challenge thinking to themselves what if I make a move on this guy? Would I get him or not? And I win if I get him. It makes life more interesting doesn’t it? Yes. It makes you a better person? Definitely not. Mind your own business. Fool around with someone else. There are those third parties that I don’t have a problem with. Those that have no idea what’s happening in your relationship, and all they know is that you guys broke up and that’s it. But those that know you guys are happy in your relationship but still insist on squeezing herself in… Gloves off, let’s take it outside. Yes. I’m pissed. I went through it with the last guy, my friend is just realizing what just happened to her and her ex, and new ones.. blah blah blah. Different generations, all going through the same thing. Strangers creep up whenever they like. You either choose to ignore it or accept it. At the end of the day, (I’m repeating myself here) it’s still a matter of choice: to either accept it as a gift, or throw it out like the trash they are.
In my previous blog, I talked about the blessing of strangers that pass by in your life. As I’ve mentioned, not all are pleasant ones. Although a few are considered to be blessings, some are considered to be a pain in the ass. They are those that pop out like mushrooms morning after a lightning storm—you don’t know where they came from or what the hell they’re doing there. They’re annoying, irritating, and worse of all they bother your man. For those unlucky one’s like me, whose “man” gave into these types of strangers, I know how much it sucks. But cheer up, if they were like that with us, they’re probably like that with them too. Trust me on this one ;) Dogs will be dogs. But for those still in a relationship, which has symptoms of a soon-to-be-ruined-relationship due to thirdies wheelus, there’s still hope. After all, it is still a matter of choice.
I have heard of those girls that though intentions are really sweet as “friends” to your man, they start giving you diabetes. Where do you draw the line between being friendly and courting someone else’s guy? Where do you get off? Some people would call it just making lambing. But others get too comfortable. Maybe it’s the way they were brought up? Crap, that’s not even a good excuse. Why don’t they just look for some other guy to bug like those single men out there? I guess these girls are just attracted to the idea that they see these kinds of situation as a challenge thinking to themselves what if I make a move on this guy? Would I get him or not? And I win if I get him. It makes life more interesting doesn’t it? Yes. It makes you a better person? Definitely not. Mind your own business. Fool around with someone else. There are those third parties that I don’t have a problem with. Those that have no idea what’s happening in your relationship, and all they know is that you guys broke up and that’s it. But those that know you guys are happy in your relationship but still insist on squeezing herself in… Gloves off, let’s take it outside. Yes. I’m pissed. I went through it with the last guy, my friend is just realizing what just happened to her and her ex, and new ones.. blah blah blah. Different generations, all going through the same thing. Strangers creep up whenever they like. You either choose to ignore it or accept it. At the end of the day, (I’m repeating myself here) it’s still a matter of choice: to either accept it as a gift, or throw it out like the trash they are.
8.01.2004
meeting up with the past
there are somethings in your past that sometimes you want to forget. Maybe even to the point that you try to convince yourself that it never really happened, that those memories never existed. What the hell am i talking about? its having dinner with your ex.
i always told myself that i'd never go out with him, or talk to him for that matter. but last friday night i went soft. somehow it didnt even matter that he was my ex. he texted asking for gimiks. i had just got home from school that time and haven't eaten dinner. at first i told him that i was going to the barkadas inuman, but then i felt i was tired so i told him he could go if he wanted to since i wasnt going anymore. he hesitated. he felt that they were still mad at him. (?) anyway, after a while, finding no food to eat in the kitchen. i asked him if he wanted to go eat with me. (hmm.. now it seems like i asked him out...) he said yes. while i was waiting for him i was on ym talking to yogi and jinky. before i knew it, he rang the doorbell. i had to rush out of the house. didnt even fixed myself for it..(so it wasnt a date yogs!) in his car, he started telling me about his new guitar from singapore! naks ..(god he hasnt changed) he started talking about that damn guitar, everything about it. i didnt understand a thing he was saying, or maybe i just refused to. so i asked questions about how his trip was, the places he saw, people he met and that made the conversation better.
We went to TJ's in town and ordered a salad. i could see it in his face and the way he'd hint it while he spoke that he wanted to talk about his love life. but this time he contained himself. all that blah again. so we started from scratch with small talks. about people he saw, small chikas left and right, his thesis. the thesis talk seemed better than the others. he started telling me whats been happening with it and his groupmates. after a while, it went from perfumes to little tidbits about our previous relationship. awkward? a little but it seemed sort of nice. it wasnt as bad as i expected it to be. it was civil. but a little bit too close for comfort at present.
now the question open for discussion is: "Can you be truly friends with an asshole ex?"
i always told myself that i'd never go out with him, or talk to him for that matter. but last friday night i went soft. somehow it didnt even matter that he was my ex. he texted asking for gimiks. i had just got home from school that time and haven't eaten dinner. at first i told him that i was going to the barkadas inuman, but then i felt i was tired so i told him he could go if he wanted to since i wasnt going anymore. he hesitated. he felt that they were still mad at him. (?) anyway, after a while, finding no food to eat in the kitchen. i asked him if he wanted to go eat with me. (hmm.. now it seems like i asked him out...) he said yes. while i was waiting for him i was on ym talking to yogi and jinky. before i knew it, he rang the doorbell. i had to rush out of the house. didnt even fixed myself for it..(so it wasnt a date yogs!) in his car, he started telling me about his new guitar from singapore! naks ..(god he hasnt changed) he started talking about that damn guitar, everything about it. i didnt understand a thing he was saying, or maybe i just refused to. so i asked questions about how his trip was, the places he saw, people he met and that made the conversation better.
We went to TJ's in town and ordered a salad. i could see it in his face and the way he'd hint it while he spoke that he wanted to talk about his love life. but this time he contained himself. all that blah again. so we started from scratch with small talks. about people he saw, small chikas left and right, his thesis. the thesis talk seemed better than the others. he started telling me whats been happening with it and his groupmates. after a while, it went from perfumes to little tidbits about our previous relationship. awkward? a little but it seemed sort of nice. it wasnt as bad as i expected it to be. it was civil. but a little bit too close for comfort at present.
now the question open for discussion is: "Can you be truly friends with an asshole ex?"
Archives
07.2004 08.2004 09.2004 10.2004 12.2004 01.2005 03.2005 09.2005
