a boring day made better

all day long i've been thinking of what to blog.

do i blog about my best friend's wedding? well, no. it was her wedding, not mine, and the thought of being a year and a half past my self-imposed deadline is slowly giving me the chills.

do i blog about what my dentist did to my mouth this afternoon? hell, no. it was painful. it was bloody. and keiko might steal it out of better things to steal from the net *insert wicked laughter here*

but then upon the advice of rey i went to class and sat for two hours listened to the difference between impotence and sterility, how eunuchs are made (cut the balls off while they're young), and how to make an impotent man come.

it's too graphic to post here (involves putting that in there ... eek. sorry vanessa) but it got everyone's attention.

really.

broke but happy

again, retail therapy saves the day. so, i may be broke but i'm happy.

wait, i am not only broke, i am in debt too.

still... it doesn't matter if i have to drive without the aircon on to save gas. it doesn't matter if i have to eat vegetables and half rice and drink tap water to save on lunch money. it doesn't matter if i don't make a trip to the parlor for the meantime. it doesn't matter if i cut back on dates and settle for watching pirated dvds or tv. it doesn't matter if dinners are reduced to a spaghetti meal from mcdo for the meantime.

i've finally bought the phone i've wanted.

that's two things finally scratched off from my ten things list.

-oOo-

may pasok ba?

sana wala.

the ex files

it's exactly six months before my birthday so i'm sure today's the birthday of my college ex. he'd be 27 now. funny. according to "the plan" that we made together back then, we should be married and working on our MA degrees by now.

i remember how we got together. we started seeing each other sometime during enrollment. we were both incoming seniors then and we were helping out with registration. as usual, i was pissed about something and he just listened. i guess he got captivated with my endless complaining.

we had sts together and we'd spend long hours in the cold cs auditorium alternating between sleeping and chatting. we'd go through the sample exams together hours before the exam. it wasn't long before one day -- july 31 i think -- we were together.

it was a pretty cool relationship. we promised not to celebrate the first, second, and third months in lieu of a "first one hundred days-ary". we both had busy schedules so we'd try to catch each other between classes. he'd leave notes folded in various origami shapes in my org tambayan and i'd leave a coleman full of cold water in his locker before going to practicum. he'd pack my favorite lunch for me sometimes: tuyo, scrambled eggs, and rice.

we were both broke but it was amazing how it didn't seem to be a problem then. for valentines, he got his best friend to play the guitar while he sang three of my favorite songs. i'd save up my coins so i can make calls from the dorm pay phone on wednesday mornings when we both didn't have classes.

the relationship didn't stand the "work test". all of a sudden there were so many new people in his life, and so many new people in mine. we drifted apart. we tried to restart the relationship twice again after that, both on friday the 13th.

i wonder where he is now. did he finally finish his MA? is he married? is he happy?

i hope he is. and i hope that his 27th birthday's the coolest 27th birthday anyone can wish for.

the date

rey kept asking when he'd get to read what happened to the date.
it was the first thing vanessa asked me today when she saw me.

so how was the date?

i was a lousy date. i wouldn't want to date me.

the date came in a cool car and cool shades. material trappings aside, he had a real smile. colgate toothpaste commercial worthy smile. not bad for someone i dragged out of *insert here whatever it is single male guys do on sunday afternoons*.

then he was cool about everything. he was cool about sitting at the back of the church until the ceremony finished. he was cool about waiting for the couple to come out of the chapel.

he also opens car doors. fifty million pogi points, no questions asked.

we laughed over each other's love life, or more appropriately, the lack of it -- his undying love for his ex and how he's seeing a girl whose nickname can either be a fruit or a formula one sponsor and how he knows the guy i'm seeing and how he thinks the guy's an introvert. he discussed his triathlon stuff and i discussed, well, i listened.

yes, kuya rey *evil grin* i listened.

being the dating dork i am, i didn't know whether i owed him coffee or something. was his comment about the ice cream at the pen lobby a hint that he wanted to try the ice cream at the pen lobby? do i give him a quick peck on the cheek or do i shake his hand?

i ended it with a wave. really. a wave.

i bet he's thinking right now that i was a waste of new dockers.

the crusade against plagiarism

so she had been stealing stuff off people's blogs.

it can get pretty interesting, in a twisted sense. it's like the larry alacala drawings where you search for his head.

except in larry alcala stuff, there's only one of him. here, you see bits and pieces of people's blog everywhere.

she even stole "matchmaker"

now how sad was that. that happened to be one of my favorite entries. and if i failed to recognize all the other stuff she stole from people's blogs, i'd recognize that.

cause i happen to know the people she wrote about.

-oOo-

maybe she did it for the hits. maybe she did it out of slight desperation.

poor kid. to be 18 and THAT desperate.

makes you realize how sad a place the world can be when person's life has ceased to be interesting even for herself.