five reasons why my weekend rocked.

1. because dan-gat, locgov supreme god, decided that fridays are better spent taking care of his new puppies instead of trying to make a room full of people see the reason why he is upset about the local government code and its application by the supreme court. read: no class!!!!

2. the weekend started with a phone call from "my sassy girl" king himself, nic, who's not really very happy these days and is quite cranky and irritated with his accent, which in my opinion is quite lovely but don't tell him i think that cause he might blow up ....

wait, i'm going pretty much off track there.

he called. and a phone call is ALWAYS good in my book.

3. spike is finally clean (after wallowing in mud and dust and what have you) and shiny and a real kick-ass machine once more.

4. did barops where i met new people and some old ones, where the barristers are quite happy with the way it was being handled this year, and where hopefully we are nurturing the people who will top this year's bar.

5. had a date ('di na pseudo date. if i have to go home and drive amidst el shaddai-caused traffic so that i can take a shower and change before going out it's not a pseudo date but a real honest-to-goodness date. agree?) with la salle (number four, and hopefully not the last). so what if he picked me up in a nice car and took me to a nice place, this is also the same person who'd eat at tropical hut with me to satisfy a craving for tapsilog at three in the morning.

this will also have to be the same person who'd text early the following day to remind me to have breakfast and go to mass, and ask me out on date number five.

date number five happened to be movie then coffee then dinner then him test driving spike then more coffee then a race at edsa where he tricked me into thinking he's headed back home to nueva ecija only to surprise me by being parked at the dorm when i got there (so i lost, darn it).

awwww... a guy who comes up with surprises like that (if you grew up in sweet dreams and sweet valley high like i did, you'd imagine me doing surprises like this) is always the guy who wins you over and makes you melt like ice cream on a hot day.

i guess if numbers 1 to 4 didn't really happen (no offense nic, your calls are ALWAYS welcome, that is, if i pick up) my weekend would still have been a rocking weekend.

and all because i had a date.

so the new phone decided to take a nosedive straight onto the concrete floor getting several serious scratches in the most obvious places. i'm hoping that's the only bad thing that would go wrong this day.

but maybe not. boss returned thesis i submitted to her last monday and she seemed not too happy about it. la salle guy is hot one minute and totally cold the next. might have class in evidence later.

argh. and i'm broke after forking over more than half of my salary for my car payment.

had pseudo-date number 3 with la salle guy yesterday evening. the conversations just keep getting better and the he just brings out my happy, quirky side when we're together that it's beginning to become a good thing.

yesterday afternoon he was caught in traffic so we started exchanging SMS again. i made a jibe about his nasty habit of eating ice cream with sour cream and onion pringles and how if he doesn't go home yet, i'd be glad to buy him ice cream on an actual cone next time we see each other. he pretended to be hurt for a while but it was not long before i scored myself another date.

ha ha.

so he picked me up from the dorm again. we had dinner at this nice place with really lousy food. we had fun exchanging hirits and stuff. i found out that he used to sell eggs in makati so that he'd have extra money for gimmicks, the he actually dances (all 6'2" of him, i shudder at the thought), and that he sleeps really early on weekdays.

oh, and dig this. he usually serves me food before himself.

awwww.

sad that he had to go home to the province this morning. he said he's usually in town on weekends.

let's see if he calls. or texts. i may have charmed him off his socks just yet.

what do you know. i'm moving beyond the checklist!

so what if he doesn't play basketball? this guy knows how to scull.

so what if he didn't go to UP or Ateneo? he went to la salle (where incidentally, mac cardona kicks ass) and la salle's good cause that's where really cool nic went too.

we have the most fun conversations (a non-negotiable) and he's not half-bad on the eyes.

yihee. prospect.

apparently whatever virus i caught is more into commitment than the last person i dated. a week into our relationship, i told the virus politely last saturday that i had given it all of me last friday and that i don't think it was working out between us, especially since i had a packed day ahead of me. although it sent a few chest-heaving coughs my way, it slowly slipped out of my life and when i woke up sunday, i thought i had seen the last of it.

maybe i rejoiced too early. when i woke up this morning, virus was back, asking for a round two. i acquiesed, thinking maybe if i stayed in bed thirty minutes longer, it would be appeased. nope. it kept me in bed longer than necessary, almost making me late for work in the process. the entire morning, it kept reminding me it was there by forcing me to cough at the most awkward moments (think standing in a buffet line with a new year's day cough).

i'm giving it another day. like a loser boyfriend, i'm definitely sure that i have no place in my life for this virus. still, i am in no mood to make another trip to the doctor, especially when all the do is really ask you questions about your health in general and don't really tell you anything useful except "it's a viral infection" when you ask them what's wrong with you. maybe i will though, when i start coughing out ... hmmm... parts of my lung maybe?

eww. i know. too much information.