HAPPY 1st MONTHSARY BABY!!! I LOVE YOU!
June 1, 2007I just finished talking on the phone for an hour with my baby!!! I'm so happy right now and sleepy at the same time. I'll just blog later this evening about all the stuffs we did. Good Morning!
Lazy Thursday: My crap list, KFC camwhoring
May 31, 2007
Anyhoo, like I said, the days are flying by so fast and my mom’s almost leaving… for Manila that is. She’s gonna be reviewing there for the NCLEX which is one of the biggest reasons why I have no plans of telling her that I’m bisexual, and that I have been committed to the love of my life for about a month now. I could never forgive myself if she fails because of constantly thinking what she has done wrong on why I ended up this way, when she never did anything to begin with.
I pray that my mom would do well on her exam this July. This third world country is really pissing me off already and a grand tour of the city that never sleeps a.k.a. New York City is all it takes to relieve me from my misery.
Which reminds me… Months ago I heard this news about a man who made a list of why he would leave the country in case certain things happen. I think I’ll make one right now. Side sweep the entry first then I’ll get back afterwards.
So here’s my own random list (basically just personal crap I want to get out of my system) of why people should leave the Philippines:
1.The people doesn’t seem to care about the industries of music and movies as seen in the constant purchasing of pirated goods
2.The weather is as blah as Gloria Macapagal Arroyo’s fashion statements, sunny or rainy
3.Texting is the only reason why I think the Philippines isn’t a 10th world country
4.Only politicians are benefiting from the tax people are paying and using them to satisfy their luxurious needs
5.Shirtless (fat and bystanders) men and spitting (Cai reminded me of this known yet tolerated fact) seemed an acceptable act that the government isn’t doing anything about it
6.The cable wires are like black spaghetti served/flooded on posts and the sides of buildings (not to mention the countless areas in Manila) and no one seems to care enough to do an action about it
7.And lastly, public transportation should be narrowed down to taxis. Who needs the tribikes, tricyles, and God-knows what? Get your asses working people! Walk! Walk! Walk!
Whew! Glad to get that out. Don’t get me wrong though. Despite the 7 random reasons I just posted, a million good reasons will outnumber that tiny percentage. Besides, no matter how hot it may be in the flips, I’d prefer to die here (but be buried beside Princess Diana of course). For now, I’m enjoying what the Philippines have to offer. But a call from the Beckham’s for an invite would be nice. LOLz
And now back to the entry (which I still don’t know what the general idea is).
For the past few days I’ve been thinking how I would be doing at school and in the hospitals without my peers. Such a sad though that all I can do is reminisce about the good ol’ days. Harhar. Here we were camwhoring at McDonald’s a few days before vacation.
Haay! A new set of peers for the next semester? Let’s see. It’s so hard to trust people and invest in a friendship that’s not to last.
Till next time.
Random Video: Playing at Cosmic Bowling
May 30, 2007I'm definitely gonna be abusing youtube in my blogging. I think it's way easier if my blogs were in video format don't you think?
But before I do that, here's a video of me playing at Cosmic Bowling with my cousins when they came back from the states about a month ago. Forgive my sister who took the video. Apparently, she's the kind that twists and turns the phone while shooting.
I passed!
God I never thought that I'd pass summer classes. It was so darn difficult that I really had to strive hard. I really have no one to thank but my one and only boyfriend who truly served as my inspiration. Definitely a first since I've never been the type to do good in school because of a relationship. So to my true love, Christian Gamboa, thank you my baby. This wouldn't have been possible without you. I feel really bad after what we argued about last night considering you've been nothing but nice to me and I always repay you with disappointments. I really love you which is why I want to make this work.
To the one who broke the good news to me over a mobile call, Cherry Ubando, thanks a lot. You're the best friend anyone's lucky to have. I'm really glad you're mine.
Could living life be any more great? . . . Yes! It just did!
Random video: Leisure Coast performance
May 28, 2007Here's a video of me singing (and failing to hit a note at one point) at my aunt's wedding.
Notice how the girl just laughs at my mistake. Such a bitch! But anyway, it's nice to make fun of my mistakes every now and then.
Enjoy!
WHICH IS WHICH: To be devirginized by a vibrator or a man you’ll regret giving your virginity to?
May 27, 2007My blog would every now and then have a "which is which" entry. It's basically about a question I'd be posting and the readers are encouraged to pop their comments for a week. I'd then make a blog entry about the results at the end of that week.
So let's start.
This question came about weeks ago when me and Cherry were randomly talking about gossips and updates on our friends, and I decided to pop the question. Somehow, it was very amusing to me how many different responses I could get from this simple question.
So ladies, what would it be?
Don't worry, anonymity is accepted. But being blatant would definitely be appreciated. It's just a poll. No need to take this way too serious.
Start the discussion. (I hope this would be a productive idea, otherwise, I'm back to the old drawing board.)
The end of yet another hell… Hello (hopefully) to a new year
May 26, 2007Yes my dear readers, summer has officially ended. Take out your umbrella-faux-pas, and start buying your trench coats ala Charlotte York of Sex and the City. Sosyal!
The date is today, when every single crammed lecture boils down to yet another final exam. The counting of the release of our grades for summer is drawing near and I for one am very nervous.
After receiving the lowest possible mid-term grade you could ever imagine (but I'm not alone), I could definitely say that I'm hanging on the last thread that would save my life (and not to mention my relationship).
But I have to say, I was never this enthusiastic when it comes to reviewing for examinations if it wasn't for my baby giving me the push. You could ask my best bud Cherry if it's too hard to believe.
On a lighter note, if I do pass this summer, I'd be an incoming junior student. But sadly, I could never be with the guys I hang out with who meant so much to me for the year I've known them.
There was this one time when we were at the library completing our requirements in Microbiology when Mercy decided to browse on the pictures we took during our dining at McDonalds. I forgot what we were laughing about but she suddenly said, "Mamimiss kita Ae-ar…(I'll miss you Ae-ar…)". That immediately made me Mr. Waterworks. How shallow could I be for crying just over that? I'll tell you why. For the first time in my life, I've heard the sincerest "miss you" ever said. With the feeling being mutual, it brought me to tears even faster.
Then I immediately started thinking of how I'm going to miss each of them while staring at them as they do their experiments. I've realized how much I loved them already.
I really hate goodbyes just because I find it very pointless. People should never invest in a relationship where the ending's a parting scene may it be with your family, your friends, or your lover. But fate is one thing we could never manage, we could only do what's right and hope for the best.
Me and Cherry had a karaoke moment at the end of the mass today. She deserves every thank you I could ever give out in my entire lifetime and I could only show her that through our favorite hobby. But I won't give out the details just so that she has that moment to treasure.
Come to think about it, we're not even leaving the country or anything like that. We're still from where we're staying. So why the tears?
Some things are just too good to describe when they're happening.
Pre-birthday, Birthday, Post-birthday… He’s 26!
May 25, 2007All my life, I have always been celebrating my birthday in a restaurant or fast food chain, on the exact day it falls on. Basically to save money and the rest of my money to be spent on some clothes, accessories, and hair products for a new look.
The love of my life, Christian Gamboa, somehow celebrates his birthday for three days. The day before his birthday is to be spent with his partner also known as ME so that on the eve of his birthday, he’s with me. The day of his birthday was for his family and the day after his birthday is for his friends or colleagues. Whew! Talk about a Paris-Hilton-celebration.
I just wanted to share to you what happened on that very special day.
Pre-birthday.
I left the house around 8pm to pick him up at his office since he has been working late due to tons and tons of workload. I couldn’t go up though because the person from the IT department at his office in Villasis was working with him so I have to wait for him downstairs. As expected, my good ol’ friend, the mosquito decided to show up uninvited with a couple of his friends and have a feast with my skinny body. There I was, listening to my mp3 while constantly trying to kill mosquitoes.
He went down 45 minutes after I arrived. Normally, my patience in waiting for someone extends to 30 minutes, but hello! It’s my boyfriend we’re talking about. He can go down 2 hours late and I still wouldn’t be mad.
We decided to just have dinner at Chowking because he was so tired from work and wanted to go home early. While deciding on what to order, to our surprise, his best friend Carlos was over at the counter about to order. We called and asked him to join us. My baby ate a big plate of Chowking’s Sweet and Sour Pork Lauriat while I decided to be Nicole Richie and ordered 3 pieces of Siomai and Carlos had some Braised Beef if I’m not mistaken.
They chatted about Carlos’ love life while I enjoyed listening to both of them. Carlos is a really cool fun guy. Very easy to get along with and knows how to accommodate.
Carlos received a text message from his circle of friends asking him to join them over at Music Warehouse. He asked us to join the party so I and my baby gladly accepted the invite.
Carlos went ahead while we returned to his office so my baby could shower a bit to freshen up his head.
After the quick shower, we already went to where the party was happening. For the second time around, I have no idea who the people on our table were. There was also no introduction so we just sat there and watched the people dancing.
The band was awful! They were singing a lot of Jamaican songs with a mix of the Western sounds trying to copy the accent. But the accent and their numerous fashion faux pas only made them more of a joke. So basically, I and my baby made fun of them a couple of times. Evil laugh…
When midnight arrived, I was the first to greet my baby a happy birthday. We were officially together on the first second of his natal day. That was his first gift.
Birthday.
After going home around two in the morning, I woke up really early and was still floating with happiness from last night. Before I did anything else, I thanked God for giving my baby another year to live, for giving him to me, and I wished that he would have a great day with his family on his birthday. The prayer was followed with a text message I sent him greeting him again. Apparently he was already awake (I think?) and has already ordered pancit and chicken for his family (how sweet of my baby…).
I joined him imaginatively in my mind for breakfast. Crunch. Gulp. Chew. We’re done.
Just when I thought I was to bore myself on that lazy morning, he sent me a message asking me to meet him in front of his office’s building to accompany him to church at 1pm. The time being 12:30, I simply could not prepare that quickly. So I asked if 1:30 would be an okay deal and he agreed.
Turns out, his sister and her husband were in town and they dropped him off in Dagupan way too early.
He told me we were to go to City Mall after visiting church because celebrities from U Can Dance, a show on ABS-CBN, were there and he wanted to see Iya Villana.
When we arrived, the show hasn’t started yet so we decided to do some karaoke at CSI’s Worlds of Fun.
BLOG INTERRUPTION!!!
Could this blog contain any more free endorsements? I should charge on my next entries, yes?
BACK TO BLOGGING…
We bought 10 tokens which seemed like forever to finish. The two microphones made everything more fun because every time his song of choice was playing, I’d do the back-up vocals and vice versa. We made fun of almost every song we sang. It was all fun and giggles. Here’s a video of the song I’ll be. Apologies for the video and audio quality because my 3g phone isn’t well pixilated. Harhar
After that screeching audio of my phone, we both were craving for some pizza so we jumped at Shakey’s and had pizza and Mojo’s and dip. It was all delicious! Nothing could be better than melted cheese you know. Here’s my baby again, but this time, imitating the Philippine’s one and only megastar Sharon Cuneta on her commercials.
In the middle of our meal around 4pm, the show finally started with what supposed to have started at 2pm. My baby was all eyes for Iya. I noticed how interested he was so I made a little joke to grab his attention. I asked him why everyone’s looking in that direction when the celebrity was on our table a.k.a. ME. That definitely took his attention away from the show.
When we finished our pizza and mojo’s, we moved to get a closer look at the contestants and be judges in our own world. We criticized, we applauded, and praised. The sad part of the whole thing was the ones who got praised weren’t even the contestants but a bunch of dancers from Baguio also known as the land of my strawberries. Oh well, that’s entertainment!
Speaking of entertainment, our next stop according to my baby was a trip to the movie house to watch The Reaping. I was scared of going in because the poster alone looked scary. He was convincing me that it’s not a horror movie but a religious kind of thing. I said to myself, what the heck! If I made it through Constantine with my head bowed down the whole time, I could afford another stiff neck this time around.
While waiting for the movie to start, both of us were jamming to all the songs being played as if we were the only ones inside the house. I got myself a couple of kisses (not French) while singing. Then he thanked me for going in even if I was scared and hesitant. I was very happy to hear that my action was appreciated. My butt once again rattled, my proof of a real “kilig”. Harhar
MOVIE PLAYS…
At the end of the movie, both of us were definitely satisfied with what we saw. Absolutely brilliant story! 4 out of 5 stars.
As we walk through the closed stores of the mall, my baby was open to the idea of getting a haircut from me since we’ve been talking about it for the past weeks. I was very nervous to do his hair since my only male clientele was Alain and his hair texture’s very much different from my baby’s. But when he said the sweetest (of course there’s plenty more other than this) thing to me, my knees got weak and I was boosted with confidence in doing it. He said: “Because I want you to do my hair…”
I don’t know about you guys but when you hear your boyfriend wanting and trusting you to do his hair, it’s the sweetest thing ever! Of course you’d have to be a stylist to know how I feel, otherwise, you may think it’s nothing.
So we bought Kolours in Toasted Anise and dropped by my house to pick up all my cutting tools plus my brush for dyeing hair before going to his office where I’d be doing the work.
When we got there, I started immediately.
SNIP…THINNING…BLOWDRY…DYE…BLOWDRY…WAX…POOF!
Ladies and Gentlemen, Christian Gamboa Le Coiffure Fabuleux!
Isn’t it brilliant? (choices for answers are yes or yes, you pick…)
After the make over, Jayson invited my baby to go to Music Warehouse to celebrate his birthday so I allowed him to go without me coz I don’t want his friends to think that I’m a selfish boyfriend or anything like that.
He walked me home and called it a night. I said goodbye to my now-26 year old boyfriend. I was all-smiles the rest of the night.
Post-Birthday.
I woke up texting with my baby around 7:30am. He was already awake yet very sleepy. Apparently, Paris Hilton (my boyfriend) was out till 4am with La’Lohan (Jayson) and Britney Spears (Beverly).
He was partying the whole night even if he had work the next day. What can I say my baby’s a trooper! You go baby!
At around 4pm after finishing a workload-free day at work, he invited me for some halo-halo. I jumped at it not wanting to miss a day without him at all.
While dining, he saw a friend of his who was with us at the club the night we met and invited him at our table.
Isn’t Chowking great?! Everytime we dine there, a friend of his appears. For me, that means getting to know my baby’s friends a bit more.
Anyways, going back.
Finished with our halo-halo, my baby decided to do karaoke again. Apparently his concert yesterday wasn’t enough that he had to have another round. I for one am not complaining because I’m really happy that my boyfriend loves to do the same thing I love to do on my spare time.
Philip and my baby came, they sang, and they conquered.
Talk about lung power, Philip could really belt out his falsettos and my baby definitely puts up a good fight.
I didn’t sing a single song only because they were so into their “competition” that night.
Right after their belts, we were on our feet once again to wrap the day up. My baby surprised me when he told Philip that both of them would walk me home before they head out their direction. Still they continued chatting about singers and performers as we walk when I surely heard my baby said that he was into Jolina during the time she was at the peak of her career.
I was laughing at him since while we were still at the karaoke bar, he refused to sing Halik by the Aegis and yet there he was telling us about his Jolina-mania.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I dislike Jolina, I just think she had way too much ideas about her hair during her time and I for one wasn’t thrilled. To both her hair and her singing that is.
When we reached my stop, I kissed my baby goodbye and off they went.
And that my friends, is how my beloved boyfriend celebrated his birthday which according to him, I made very special.
This entry of more than 1,967 words (according to my last count) is dedicated to my one and only, Christian Gamboa.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY, FROM YOUR LOVING LIFEPARTNER WHO LOVES YOU UNCONDITIONALLY.
Fin.
A good birthday gift
May 15, 2007It's my baby's birthday on the 19th of May and I still have no idea what to give him. Flowers? Greeting card? A photo album? (not! more like never!) I've never imagined myself having the difficulty of thinking of something special, given that I was endowed with a creative mind(?) , but here I am, crammed into this time line.
For once in my life, I think I have to think outside the box. Get out of the stereo-typical-and-expected gifts and venture into the sweet-nothings of the not-so-material world.
So I've decided one sure gift for him, but i want more. If you have any suggestions, please do try to squeeze them in to me before the special day comes.
Only the best can deserve the best.
Thank God someone finally moved on!
May 11, 2007So after going through a lot of relationships (and by a lot i meant two) and a couple of flings here and there, I finally found the love of my life and boy let me tell you how great I've been doing.
At school, my so-called relationship people has been everywhere. At the canteen I'm eating at, the hallways I walk in, and in the classroom beside mine, they've always managed to make themselves appear for no other reason but to haunt me.
But now that my baby is in my life, all of those crappy shit somehow doesn't seem so much of a big deal anymore. I mean seriously. After all the blogs I've made of not getting over Ron and the never ending squabbles with MJ, it's about time I wake up to reality that the past is only a part of who I am today and nothing more. I only wish I had a better relationship with them now to make everything more of a happy ending.
So with that said, let's get into the present and future.
As I type this, he's in his office doing his job. I'm just in a corner (harhar, moment effect?) doing my own thing a.k.a. surfing the internet. Since his work's in the day and mostly consuming his time even after his shift, I've realized how much I love him for being so genuine and hardworking. I mean, I just can't wait to move in with him in his apartment around next week. I could just see myself waking up to the man I love, kissing him on the cheek (and maybe in the lips) and immediately going in the kitchen cooking him breakfast. Aaah! The life of a lifetime partner couldn't get any sweeter than the simple things he does for his love.
Hmm, a good thing also is that my friends are not suffering from my setup. I have just enough time allocated for them.
To be honest, I've never been more confident in introducing a loved one to my family. He just seems so perfect. Sometimes I really wonder why a great guy like him ended with a schmuck like me. With that said, I'm planning on finally coming out to my mom and the rest of my relatives. Time would definitely be a factor I'd have to consider. Everything should be perfect. I know having a same sex relationship is new to my family and unacceptable to society, but I love the person. And I see nothing wrong with that.
btw, i tagged you.. read the post na lng.. 