Okay, so BPI-boy starts miss-calling me after a long time of no texts, no calls. The last time he did this, I ignored it-- but since for all intents and purposes I am over him, I decide to miss-call him back. 

He miss-calls me again, and I miss-call him back, and so on and so forth until he finally texts and says "nangungulit lang. It's been awhile since nangulit ako eh, hehe."

To which my reply was "Napansin ko nga. :p" -- intended to be icy yet err, friendly at the same time. There's no harm in being friends, especially since we did click when we got the chance to talk or hang-out. 

Anyway, we got to asking how-are-yous, and he tells me he's been so busy lately: "Andaming inaasikaso. Naaalala nalang kita kapag napapadaan akong Ayala Tri."

The nalang irked me, hence the title of my post. I replied with "Ouch, sakit nun ah. Hmph." hehe. He claims it was a typo (it should've been "nga" instead of nalang) but I think it was a freudian slip. I told him as much, and he replies that I'm using debate jargon on him again! Sus.

Well... it's nice to be back to friendly banter with him. I don't know if we'll ever be as close as we were before (we used to talk to each other on the phone on a nightly basis, before it fizzled out unexpectedly), but I am at least happy that the friendship part isn't dead.

I guess that makes my post-title irrelevant now, since I started writing this when he texted me the "nalang" comment. Lol. But he always manages to use his charm to get out of these gaffes. It would have been problematic had I still been dating him (because I'd always be disappointed), but I'm no longer doing so. So okay lang.

Ahhh catharsis. Now back to Project Runway.

 

 

Guys named Chris get me into so much trouble...

I knew from the moment he spoke to me that I would like him. Low pitched growling voice to match his spectacular tattoos... I didn't know just how much I liked him until we wrestled for the remote and he slid his hand over my torso.

He made me shiver and tingle and lick my lips. Ahhh.. Delicious.

How could I say no when he played the same game as I..? I'll-tease-you-til-you-say-stop... only problem was, he is far better at playing that game that I'd care to admit. I never said stop.

Why would I want to say no? When it felt so good? When it felt so right? Why would I say no when, laying in his arms afterwards, I felt safe and more comfortable than I ever have since arriving home?

This week I have learnt to trust my instincts

lumuhod ako.
ewan napaluhod ako e.
haha.







iniyakan ko siya kanina.
nagpasalamat ako.
salamat.
salamat talaga.

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honga pala. nakikiramay ako bes. =(
alam ko kaya mu yan.
isipin mo na lang na masaya siya ngayon sa piling NIYA.

god bless!
SHAYNE.
cosmo girl.
fun,
fearless woman.

muah. ♥

&q

Today... 

I ate an OBAMA CUPCAKE. 

I met 3 new friends, namely:

* Brian, the book-loving customer service rep at fully booked, who acquired a British accent from his Chinese grandfather. 

* Alfred, a fellow bulakenyo and the marketing manager of Brazil! Brazil! who also moonlights as a scriptwriter for a morning show and doesn't look a day older than 27 (even though he graduated Ateneo in 1989).

* and Kenneth--a full-time volunteer for World Vision who was nice enough to let me peek at the closed Lego display on Boni High Street. :p She's a girl, by the way, and I have plans of helping her out with getting World Vision sponsors sometime soon.

I also passed by Simon, former DLSU SC Chair--and I was surprised when he stopped me to say hi. I knew him, but I didn't know he knew me. Lol. That was a pleasant surprise.

I window-shopped at Market! Market! (found two gorgeous tops that I must come back for, hehe) and dropped by Lazer Xtreme to be greeted by a huge Christmas tree. Again, EJ promised he'd cook for me come Monday, so that's a plus. :D

Then, my good friend Victor treated me to a dinner at Brazil! Brazil! where I overdosed on meat, meat and more meat. (Thanks again dear!)

The trip to Fully Booked was cool too, of course. And oh, School for Scoundrels was hilarious...

Of course, I didn't arrange above-mentioned events in chronological order. More of a top-of-mind thing... but still! TODAY WAS AWESOME.

And to top it all off, I open my YM and lo-and-behold, yet another reason to be happy. A fun youtube video care of improveverywhere! I <3. I am of course proud to have participated in at least one mission here in the Philippines (hopefully I will join again in the future). So here goes:

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I loved my job. Or at least, I used to. Now I'm not so sure. I don't know if it's the stress/pressure that's getting to me, or it's the general low morale fostered by the worsening economic situation--but I'm no longer as happy and enthusiastic as I used to be.

So I've been thinking about possible career options. I can stick this out until December (which is when most of my clients will be coming in for a visit anyway) and hopefully something would have changed by then... or ask my boss if I can be an associate instead of a full-time employee, which would free me up to explore other work options (but would possibly lead me to losing clients that came from the company, etc etc). 

I am ashamed though, because recently I haven't had the mental strength to go to work. I've been absent for approximately 5 straight shift-days now, and mostly because of the confusion in my head as to what I'm supposed to do. It doesn't help that I also have a flu right now, so even if I *did* want to go to work, my body won't let me.

I'm asking for a sign from God as to which path I should take. If I get another reservation soon, then that must mean I should at least stay until December. If not, then... I should move on to greener pastures. Eeyikes.

But I think if I would change careers, I would give the marketing - events route a try naman. There's this really cool interesting job for an events company that I want to try and apply for, only all this dilly-dallying with whether or not to soldier on or to move on prevents me from doing so. 

Indecision. Ugh. But what if decisiveness leads to a hasty and poorly-made choice? Nyarr.

I am now blogging at:

 

http://nobeansprout.livejournal.com

Today was the birthday of a guy I was really hung up on. And I forgot to greet him until mid-day. And when he didn't reply to my text greeting, I could easily shrug it off as "his loss." 

Also today, I come home to the sight of my ex with a sweet status message pertaining to falling in love all over again, etc. Of course, this is just several months after we've stopped seeing each other. Usually it would sting, or would at least arouse my interest enough that I would check his friendster account to see if there was any clues about who this girl was.

But I'm too lazy to do so. I'd have to log-on to friendster pa, and then look for his FS name (because he doesn't use his *real* name, he uses some anime character's name... exactly which one, I already forgot)... and then I'd have to snoop pa re: the girl and my reaction inside is "meh. I don't really care who she is."

I guess all I'm saying is--I've moved on. For sure. And it feels good. 

I've come to terms with the idea that we may never be the good friends that we were before. Or that we may no longer be friends at all. Sad, but meh. I tried. It's their loss. *shrug*

In the meantime, I have my own life to tend to. So while I wish them all the best with theirs, and I will occasionally be curious about what they are up to, they're just no longer that important to me. 

I'll treasure the memories though. And I'll remain open to the possibility that in the future, we can still create new memories--as friends, most likely--but I will no longer hold on to hope. I'll let fate decide. 

So this is how moving on feels like. One day, you wake up, and you realize--you just have..

 

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