February

I got this from Risha and Mumty...:) Some of the traits are pretty cool...they fit me to T. Upon seeing the phrase Too sensitive and easily hurt, I was like, "Ahh, ako na nga ito." Hehehe. For the other traits, I guess it's up to other people to judge if they DO describe me or not.

FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Aims to realize dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.

Stuff like these usually describe me perfectly, because I think I'm fairly predictable (despite the description above that says "changing personality" hehehe). I mean, The description of Pisceans is like a description of LES. Hmmm...Let me dig up that book some day and I'll post the Pisces part here...

In a general sense, I guess some are really far-fetched and silly. I mean, how can ALL people born in February be "Attractive" or "Quiet"? I know a February-born girl who is anything BUT quiet. Hahaha. Eilzabeth Taylor is attractive and she USED to be sexy (she was born on Feb 27, same as I!)...but is she a spendthrift? Is she shy? I think not.

I guess it's pretty silly to generalize people based on what month they're born, or based on what zodiac sign they fall under. But most people have a hard time describing who they are...maybe this sort of thing helps us discover who we may be in some shallow, silly way. :)

All about food

I've recently discovered Singaporean food.

It's kind of ironic that I've only tasted Singaporean food here in the Philippines, instead of having some during my stay in Singapore a few months ago. Our first night there, I remember eating beef wanton noodles at a foodcourt...the next day, we ate lunch at Burger King along Orchard Road...the day after that, we ate dinner at some Thai restaurant...during our last night there, we ate at this cool, new Noodle place. And I ordered some Japanese noodles. Hahaha. *sigh*

Oh well. Better late than never.

I've only eaten in 2 Singaporean restaurants in my life: Rasa in the Araneta Center and Lolo Mao in the Podium. I still can't proclaim to be an expert on their cuisine (especially on the names...haha), but I've tasted the more popular dishes, and I can say that I'm already a fan. I've tasted their different versions of Roti (yummm...I can get addicted to this stuff), I've eaten their Hainanese Chicken Rice, their Satay...and of course, their curry. I've tasted some Bak Kuh Teh in Malaysia...It was really good. :) We even bought some ingredients (but of course, we still can't figure out how to make it). I've tried Lolo Mao's version of Bak Kuh Teh...I didn't like it, though. :(

All of this kind of makes me regret not eating any Singaporean food while in SINGAPORE. I mean, that should be some experience, eh? Authentic Roti...*sigh* I can only imagine...

In the meantime, I think I'll just visit Rasa more often. :) Or Lolo Mao...or Penang...:D

Good guys finish last

I'll be the first one to admit that the "dedma lang" persona I try to preach is all a hoax. I don't even have to say it: my friends know me well enough to confidently say that I never have, and never will be, "dedma." They say that it's a good thing, since being cold or aloof isn't really my style (I think the soft voice and the demure *kuno* smile gives me away). They say that I should extoll my traits of good-naturedness.

Sometimes, though, I feel like being too goody-goody is making me break.

I possess two traits that give me a disadvantage in this dog-eat-dog world: being Over-Sensitive and being Over-Analytical. One separate from the other isn't too bad. One PAIRED with the other is overkill. I torture myself by thinking too much AND feeling too much. The result is not pretty (a mixture of paranoia and neurosis)...and it's torture.

I get hurt by the littlest, most mababaw things...as mababaw as receiving a dumb text message without a *smiley.* Sometimes I get a good laugh afterwards, upon realizing how silly I'm being. Often, I get scarred for life, and I compensate by trying to please everyone, for fear that I might get rejected or criticized again. I try hard not to care, to stop myself from being hurt, hence the mantra "dedma lang."

But it never works. I don't think I'm meant to override my programming. :p

It just saddens me to think that the saying "Good guys finish last," might actually be true, especially at this day and age. Being so "good" is not necessarily a good thing anymore. Sometimes, it actually equates to being a wuss, a geek or a freak...

Sometimes it means getting hurt (yes, even by the littlest things), over and over and over and over again.

Market! Market!

I spent the whole afternoon shopping...At Market! Market! at the Fort! (ok, I just realized that there're too many exclaimation points in that phrase...)

I blew half-a-month's salary on clothes and accessories. :p Ok lang sana eh...but then I remember that I blew the same amount of money on another shopping spree I had last Friday at Glorietta. Damn. My shopping bug is back.

I usually hate shopping. I get tired easily, and I don't like going through the hassle of taking off and putting on clothes during fitting. And I get a headache just perusing all the options laid out before me. I mean, shopping is supposed to be RELAXING! Not tiring, not guilt-inducing, not stressful. :p

Anyway, I enjoyed my shopping weekend, inspite of my sore feet and now-empty wallet. My Glorietta-spree was really cool...pretty surprising that I found stuff that I liked (and that fit me perfectly!) on my first fitting. Finding something on the first try has NEVER happened to me before...especially with pants. Parating bitin eh. But last Friday? Everything I tried on seemed to be made for me! And they were on sale too! :) My Market!Market! spree (sorry, the name really DOES come with exclaimation points!) was sulit also...Not only did I get to buy really cool stuff...I also got to see JayR and Piolo! *eek* Hahaha. Ang jologs ko noh? Pero cute sila eh, bakit ba? :p

Special thanks to Diane for being my Shopping Lucky Charm at Glorietta, and to Larissa (my sister) for not disowning me when I screamed at the top of my lungs during Piolo's appearance. *grin*

Punta kayo sa Market! Market! Kain kayo sa Jollibee hah. Hahahaha. :D

Believe it or not, that "blur" is Piolo. *sigh* And believe it or not, nakitili ako with the masa when the MC introduced him. Hahahah! AAAAH! :D His songs were really baduy...pero cute parin si Piolo...I'd rather look than listen anyway. :D

I saw JAYR in person!!! Hahahaha. Baduy na kung baduy, pero crush ko sha. :D

A shot of the Market! Market! outdoor pavillion...It's really nice there. Sarap tambayan. :D

I hate motorcycles

My car got scratched again this morning.

Some stupid motorcycle rider cut me while I was turning at an intersection. And HE had the nerve to curse at ME. It was totally not my fault (but of course! It never is. :D Hehehe), since I was at the front of the line, and he came out of nowhere, sideswiping me. If only the motorcycle rider wasn't a big, burly man, I would've rolled down my window and let him have it. I. HATE. HIM. Hahaha. Napaka-impassioned ko ba? Hehehe. :)

Poor car. 2 scratches to her name. :( I will seek revenge. However, chances of seeing big, burly motorcycle rider are pretty slim...so I guess I'll just have to keep myself occupied by looking for a scratch-fixer or something. :p

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Weird experience for the week: I actually heard Holy Mass inside a Jollibee store. Yup. The priest's backdrop was the multi-colored menu of Jollibee...and it was kinda disorienting to see the candle holders with "Jollibee" emblazoned in bright red. You see, yesterday was the blessing of the new Jollibee in Market!Market! <punta kayo! Hehehehe>, and my mom coerced me to attend before work. Ok naman. I got free Tuna Pie! :D

Raf, me and Leah...by height. Hahaha. :) Just kidding, Leah. :)

Me and Leah in front of Haagen-Daazs after eating yummy ice cream (double yummy since it was free! Thanks raf)

High School was fun

Last night I was cleaning my room. Up till now, magulo parin...actually, lalo ata gumulo...(pero teka, that's not the point). I was looking through my "treasure chest" and I came across old letters and my old diaries from HIGH SCHOOL. Yup. Di pa uso Blurty / Blog nun, so de-kamay ang mga entries ko. Hahaha. :)

Grabe. Super LAUGH TRIP!!!

That was the time nung uso pa ang ICQ!!! Oh my God. ICQ was the ultimate in "chat" back then. And IRC, of course. Wala pang YM nun. And before Friendster, ano yung uso? QUICKDOT! Ahahaha. I remember being such an Internet addict back then. I'd stay up till 3 a.m. just to chat. A pretty amazing feat considering that I was still in high school and I had to get up at 5 a.m. everyday. :p

I would literally laugh out loud (while reading my diary) when I came across some weird blast-from-the-past word. I CANNOT BELIEVE I actually used "Jatek" before (It means "excited." For example Grabe, jatek na jatek na ako!") O diba, ang pangit pakinggan??? Hahahaha! :) And we used "Shanaloo" meaning "goodbye." And "TIKLOP" meaning "lagot" or "in trouble" or something like that. WEIRD. :)

Weird, but pretty funny. :)

It felt soooo good to reminisce about high school life. High school was all about fun. Looking back at my ma-drama diary entries about my "love problems" I realize that high school was a piece of cake, especially when compared to my college life or "working" life. :p Hmm...but maybe that's just the gift of hindsight.

It's just SO highschool. And that's fine by me, really. :)

Some things never change. :)

Yesterday I went to Eastwood with a couple of my friends. :) It's such a change for me since I usually only go out with Mark. Hehehe. Leah, Raf and I have been planning to go out for AGES. Walang isang linggo na nakakaraan na hindi kami nagtetext ng ganito...

LEAH: Oy, labas naman tayo, marami akong kuwento
LES: Sige. Movie?
LEAH: Yup. Kaw nalang magtext kay Raf
LES: Oi raf. Movie daw tayo ni Leah
RAF: Sure, just text me the details

It usually starts like that. Then when the details are being ironed out, biglang may isang hindi puwede...or MADALAS, they've seen the movie I want to see. It's never the case of ME already seeing the movie that THEY want to see...kasi hindi na ako nakakapanood ng sine. As in.

Anyway, di nanaman kami nakapanood ng movie last night (late kasi ako sinundo ni Raf eh, sha may kasalanan!), so we just ate at Something Fishy. Afterwards, Raf treated us to Haagen-Dazs ice cream (waaah, that Vanilla Caramel Brownie was sooo good). I met up with Mark after that, and we all trooped up to the Videoke room at the Arcade (well...it's more like Leah and I "trooped" while Mark and Raf "dragged themselves."

Ang saya saya. Leah and I sang "Anywhere For You" for our first song. Haha! Nakakatawa kasi memorized parin namin hanggang ngayon...pati mga second voice alam namin! Hahaha. Napaghahalatang BSB fans (before. Hehe). Mark and Raf were outside (buti nalang) for the first few songs...so by the time they went in, super revved up na kami. Hehehe. :)

It's really nice getting together with old friends. Even if you don't see each other often, there's always this comforting feeling you get when you're with them...parang it assures you that some things never change. And that's a good thing. :)

Magmomovie kami soon. Lilibre kami ni Raf eh. Hahaha. Woohoo!

I'll upload our pictures tomorrow. :D