Late in the afternoon, when I was about to leave the office, this conversation with Jovan ensued:

Jovan: hey! are you there?

Me: yeah. wassup ?

Jovan: missed you na. haven't talked with you in a long while. how's it hanging?

My interjection: Duh! This guy doesn't talk this way. Never talked this way. A big question mark was hanging on my head. So I asked:

Me: huh??? what's up with you???

Jovan: been out buging this girl from _______.

Me: nililigawan mo na? dang! update your blog!

Jovan: nililigawan? hmmm. that's a good question. maybe not yet. but i think she's ok. very down to earth.boingy boingy and sweet. the girl of my dream!

Oh.

So that was what it was about.

Sounds like Dakila is in luuuuuuv (with the twang on the luuuuuuuv). Or just infatuated, perhaps?

Enjoy the ride, dude!

'Wag mo ko kakalimutan kapag may gurlaloo ka na.

Hah! I'm not a blog addict after all!

See?

18.75 %

My weblog owns 18.75 % of me.
Does your weblog own you?

When it comes to physique, the past doesn't matter

I have my reasons why I'm blogging about this, but I couldn't write it here.

I just thought about all the ugly-ducklings in the world who transformed into swans later in life.

Some of them are still unassuming about how beautiful they have become. Others have come to know the power that their beauty can hold, realizing that they can now avenge themselves from the tirades and mockery they were once victimized of.

Some say its a capital sin. It's vanity.

But sometimes, vindictiveness is understandable.

Missing the AS kids

Is it just me or is it my MA and all the school papers that I need to do?

I think I'm being more emotional. I miss my college buddies. As to how much, you tell me.

At 4:00pm last Saturday, I impulsively called Niño in Los Angeles to say hi. No particular reason for doing so. I just missed the guy. Onin, sorry. I didn't intend to diss your birthday and your send-off. Things were much of a rollercoaster ride for me that time.

I spent half my prepaid load talking to him! Arg. That was fun, though. And a bit sad.

Last Saturday, too, my AS friends kept on sending me text broadcasts. It was Moshe's birthday. Dude, happy 26th(?) birthday.

Moshe celebrated it in the coño highlands of Tagaytay. I still can't picture him in his self-proclaimed probinsyano coutoure. Sorry, Moshe. Going to Banaue doesn't make you rural. Like it or not, I still think AS blood runs through your veins.

Panet is sending daily am text broadcasts! Panet! You're alive!

Or should you be the one telling me that?

Hope we guys can get together for Arnold's birthday.

I miss Niño's swimming pool.