Tiara-Ra

I am good at disappearing acts and so is she. Not a word, not an email, not a message (which is probably my fault since I’m always losing my phone) for months now. I finally caved in and asked her friend who never understood the meaning of I’m not interested, ever.

He says they’re back to work. Really, I didn’t think of that. I guess you could take the girl away from the woods but you can’t really take the woods away from the girl huh? (okaaay, that was confusing. lol)

Not that I’ll believe the guy right away. I want proof. I might not agree with all her choices but she’s old enough to do what she thinks is right for her. I could of course contact her mom but I lost the number and talking to the people she hung out with back in the woods is not an option, most of them don’t approve of my lifestyle. Haha.

Hey, you know who you are, send me an email okay or even a message in fb and let me know where you are, if you’re still alive, etcetera, etcetera.

Anger gets me nowhere. After my crying jag at work yesterday I dragged myself to the nearest Timezone Arcade to vent out and lose myself in the thrill of the game.

I played House of the Dead for hours, wasting some good bucks on the game I’ve been playing since highschool.

It felt good to see the zombies slam back at the force of the bullets I fired at them. I couldn’t help but wish  I could do the same in real life. Oh well.

***How not to do your laundry: Lump everything in one basin, add water, detergent powder, and leave it for an hour or two. The result? Formerly white towels are now sporting a light pink color. And 2 of my new tank tops are now sporting a different color too. All because I couldn’t wait for the nice woman from the laundry shop to pick up my laundry.Raawr.

***Why do women let men carry their handbags? I don’t remember having a man carry my handbag for me just for show but I do remember some of my friends back in highschool doing it. My office mate says he makes sure he has a backpack so he can just stuff his girlfriend’s shoulder bag if she asks him to carry it for her. Methinks the office mate either wants to get in her pants so bad he couldn’t risk the girl going off in a sulk or he’s too afraid of his girlfriend? Haha. I know it looks silly but I think women who let their men carry their teeny weeny bags are sending out a message to the rest of the world: “This is my man, do not TOUCH!”

***Why can’t we have houses with no stairs? I hate the damn contraptions. I nearly fell (for the nth time) yesterday. And no, I wasn’t drunk, I was sleepy. I swear, stairs are going to be the death of me.

***On the bright side, D. is coming over!!! I know we didn’t part in good terms and we have to talk about a few things but still, I can’t wait to see him. I’m putting things on hold and clearing everything on my calendar so we could spend a few days to bond and talk about stuff. We’re thinking of spending a few days in Tagaytay but my heart’s set on Baguio (again..hehe). I know, I know, I am addicted to thrift shopping. Haha.

Here’s something that made me laugh today.

Larky,

i know we’ve been friends for like forever. but I swear I digg you so much that even if I stumble upon a technorati tag I would still think of you.

valentines is here and no, I’m not about to google your name again coz this time, this time I’m sending you an entrecard to declare my feelings.

I wrote that post February last year, for a PMT contest. I didn’t get the main prize but I got the techie message award so technically I still won. Haha. I still can’t believe I wrote that cheesy piece. :p