Came Back Just to Let You Know That I'm Still Alive
Wow. It's been more than a couple of months since I last tweaked this little cyberspace. I actually feel a little guilty about it 'cause I only update my Multiply account. Err.. Well, school's been busier than ever and it's crazy. I don't get to sleep well during weeknights and my weekends are always full of homeworks. Great. I'm not sure if I can keep this site up for long. I want to change my layout but time's really not on my side. Next term would even be a lot tougher because of my thesis and possibly my practicum. Gwah! This is insane! Hahaha~
Bullets!
- I'm actually doing a paper right now. I'm only on the introduction part D:
- This week would probably be hellish, just like any other week of this term.
- Fatima's birthday is just around the corner. I miss my high school friends. I'm excited to see them on Sunday :D
- I think this is one of those times when I'm being psychologically unstable again. Argh. I just miss someone. :(
- We have a report tomorrow and I hope our hard work would pay off!
...
Well, I guess that's it for now.
buh-bye :D
How do you "turn down" a Filipino guy?
I'm a bit too lazy to copy, paste and edit my blog entry so let me just direct you to my Multiply account. XD
This one's different from my "How do 'turn down' a Korean guy?" post below.
The whole story is HERE. LOL
PLUG: Hey hey join the CES-ESA party at Warehouse 135 next term! :D
Nail Polish Wisdom
I bought a neon pink* nail polish a several months back with Gel and Kai. I've used it only once, actually (I had someone do it for me XD), and I kind of forgotten about it already haha~ I'm not really a fan of such. Well, I saw the little bottle several hours ago and decided to use it. I spent a good thirty minutes doing my right hand. Why so long? Truth be told: I didn't feel like I was putting the color on for the sake of vanity; I felt like I was doing some sort of precision painting (if there's such at thing)! Yeah, I know, sorry, I'm weird that way hahaha~ So after my right hand, it was the other's turn. Wooops. Stop. I realized I couldn't do my left hand because my right hand was not up for it. It was like writing in cursive with my foot. So in the end I decided to take the pink of my nails... and I did.
I realized several things though:
1. There are certain things I can't do and there are definitely other people who can do them better.
2. I'm still such a boy. :))
3. I think I'm amazingly weird to have made this blog post. I like it anyway. XD
*Yes, I know. Neon pink is vibrant. LOL
I need a good slap in the face [Edited]
... and a barrel of mocha.
EDIT: Wait. Ang emo nito ah. Hahaha XD
So I guess I went overboard. I made you assume. I made you hope. I never intended that to happen. I admit that you made me happy. It was fun, really. But I never saw myself the way you saw me in "us". (Us?)
I've dropped too many sorry's already and yet you keep on turning the tables and filling yourself with the blame. It makes me even much guiltier.
Sana naman matuto kang magalit, kahit ngayon lang.
Dammit.
Soliloquy: Sige, tama na ang drama; tulog muna.
Digression: It's Saturday and my parents are in Pampanga. That means Manang will cook beefsteak for today. Hahaha XD
How do you "turn down" a Korean guy?
Here's the story:
After my PERSEF3 earlier, I went to the new Starbucks across La Salle to grab dinner and read "My Brother, My Executioner" for my HUMALIT class. I decided to leave after I finish the 9th chapter; so I did. It was about 8:20 PM.
Outside, I waited for an FX for me to ride on. Suddenly, there was this Korean guy who approached me. He said that he just bought his phone (he showed it to me) and he asked me how to make a call to someone who wasn't using a cellphone. I assumed that he was asking how to contact someone's landline so I told him do this and that...
But then he suddenly said that he didn't know the number of the person he wishes to call and I thought like, "WTF?"
So he finally asked if he could have my number 'cause he wanted me to be his friend. There. Tsk, tsk. I really didn't know what to say, actually. I was laughing and I told him I needed to go home. He said, "Yeah, I just want to get your number."
And as always, I compulsively asked, "Why?"
He kinda struggled for an answer to that. He just said he wants us to be friends.
So blah blah yadda yadda... I can't remember the exact conversation but I know I was thinking of excuses for me to not give him my number haha.
I practically planned to tell him that I have a boyfriend and that he doesn't want me to just give out my cellphone number to anyone. LOL
But before I could say it, he said something like: I waited for you for about... *looks at wrist watch* ...an hour there in Starbucks.
And crap. I was a bit scared by that, ok? D: 'Cause I remembered that he was the guy sitting across my table and he was facing towards my direction all that time I was in Starbucks. The only thing that separated us was the glass wall (he was outside and I was inside, freezing to death).
Those kinds of things kinda freak me out, really. T__T So I finally decided that I won't give him my number.
Well, I did, but I altered the last digit. XD He seemed so happy after that. He thanked me and stuff. Oh yeah, he introduced himself some time in the middle of our talk. He said he was Yanny, if I'm not mistaken.
And all those moments, I kept on eyeing all the FX-es that were passing by. But when we were done talking, Life drowned me in irony again and there seemed to be a low supply of FX. Great.
Yanny approached me again and told me his thanks you's and stuff. He said he'll text me after 30 minutes. But he changed it to two hours after he found out that I'll arrive home after an hour or so. He told me I must reply. And he seemed so happy again.
Now I feel sort of guilty for giving him the wrong number. Waaah. D: Have I been so mean? But... but... but... I'm really uncomfortable with complete strangers, ok? >_< And if I'd given him the correct number, he would expect for replies, he might call and might want to meet up, etc. I didn't want the idea. >_< Oh and he also asked if I was gonna be there again tomorrow, etc.
Rawr~! What I did, was it so evil? :(
I think I have to be in stealth mode when I'm in Taft. Oh lord I hope he doesn't see me again. (I'm paranoid. He might approach me and ask me why I'm not replying. Wah...) And he seems to be the type who lingers in coffee shops in Taft. Uh-oh.
I really need to look for other places to read and have mocha. =/
*I've no biases against Koreans. It's just that I'm really uncomfortable with strangers. It would not have made any difference if the guy was Filipino, Chinese, American or whatever.
EDIT: Ok, I think I realize that what I did was pretty mean. I won't start explaining myself and I won't give any psychological/historical/based-on-experience/etc. reason of some sort as to why I did it 'cause that will take a while. Just... I'm sorry. :(
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Rant: I still have to read half of the the novel for HUAMLIT tomorrow. And I just found out that I have to be "Oprah" and discuss "The Catcher in the Rye" tomorrow for USALITE. Arrgggh. Great, just great. Talk about time to prepare. :(
