the word "EB" sounds innocent enough, until i found out five minutes before my first EB that it actually stands for "eyeball". now, the word "eyeball" evokes memories of housemaids meeting up with their penpals from god knows where, and had i known earlier that EB stood for that, well, i may never have met pam, j, and jaemark at all.

but i didn't so i finally met three of my favorite bloggers in one go, and eventually, i met the now often-forwarded mark and crazy bundi and i became jen'sand chel's friend over at friendster. just the other day i also got to meet migs who knows quite a lot of people, including some i know (see, i don't even need friendster! we had our own little personal network going).

and tomorrow, november 8, 2003, saturday, i'll get to meet nic. yep, nic, the person i should've met in high school or somewhere in bf, but instead i met on-line through an old post where he saw it fit to tell me that the blog is still public and we ought to be very careful of what we say online.

as usual, i nearly didn't get to pick up the call -- the phone was on silent -- but luckily i did and this boy with a weird accent goes "moshi moshi" so who else could it be but oh-so-wonderful nic. he asks me if i was in front of a pc with internet connection (i was) then ordered me to go to check out his site.

which i did.

and it said he'll be here for the weekend.

i squealed (as loud as i can while still maintaining my "office poise").

so if he wakes up early enough, i owe him breakfast from goodah and if he doesn't, well then i owe him lunch somewhere in town.

-oOo-

vanessa's leaving.

what about lunch? what about our maxibon dates? what about super special siopao and v-cut and zip mango juice at 4 p.m.? what about me finding someone to go to mass with at 5:45 p.m. on sunday afternoon?

who's going to listen to me gripe/whine/cheer/cry/*insert emotion here*?

all i can say is "eek"