a long day + an STD
UP: got CW 10 readings, sat with joma and patti s. and mommy karen.
cubao: parked at Cubao X.
this guy manning one of the ukays... fancied me. he walked me to gateway and after my hour-long fruitless ukay excursion, i ran into him at Cubao X again. i was thirsty and didn't see the point of refusing his offer for a drink. so i sat with him.
he told me his life story. i'm always surprised to find out that some people find it so easy to lay their guts out for strangers to see and analyze. he ran away from home (bicol). okay. he dropped out of a free college. okay. he got fired from a job at Selecta. okay. he was homeless. okay. he was a call boy until last december. uh, okay. and he stopped because he FREAKING GOT SYPHILIS!!!!!!!!!!!! IN HIS EYE!!!! that was SO not okay. he gave me his number, which i didn't ask for, and i felt obligated to finally give him mine. so i did. anyway, what's the harm? he might give me discounts someday.
guys, am i looking abnormally pretty these days? why do strangers keep asking me out?
finally bought the little black... box i've had my eye on since last year. the kind owner who knows me now sold it to me for 400 pesos. it was 750 last year so yay.
home: skyped with jhanine for awhile. chuch texted and asked me to meet her at powerplant.
powerplant: after a botched attempt at going to global fun, we walked around. i found a dress i didn't buy. bought a hard case for this computer here. hung out at starbucks. outlined my essay. talked. mocha frapped. and then dinner with tito jun and ate cecille at dulcinea.
I COULD NOT SHUT UP. i guess i was a little nervous. and then we began talking about movies and school and
I COULD NOT, FOR THE LIFE OF ME, SHUT UP. i kept telling myself to NOT TALK but i just... prattled on and on and on and on. UGH. i just know i'll be murdering myself over this. anyway, i hope i get a chance to redeem myself one day.
*****
the long day is over
cubao: parked at Cubao X.
this guy manning one of the ukays... fancied me. he walked me to gateway and after my hour-long fruitless ukay excursion, i ran into him at Cubao X again. i was thirsty and didn't see the point of refusing his offer for a drink. so i sat with him.
he told me his life story. i'm always surprised to find out that some people find it so easy to lay their guts out for strangers to see and analyze. he ran away from home (bicol). okay. he dropped out of a free college. okay. he got fired from a job at Selecta. okay. he was homeless. okay. he was a call boy until last december. uh, okay. and he stopped because he FREAKING GOT SYPHILIS!!!!!!!!!!!! IN HIS EYE!!!! that was SO not okay. he gave me his number, which i didn't ask for, and i felt obligated to finally give him mine. so i did. anyway, what's the harm? he might give me discounts someday.
guys, am i looking abnormally pretty these days? why do strangers keep asking me out?
finally bought the little black... box i've had my eye on since last year. the kind owner who knows me now sold it to me for 400 pesos. it was 750 last year so yay.
home: skyped with jhanine for awhile. chuch texted and asked me to meet her at powerplant.
powerplant: after a botched attempt at going to global fun, we walked around. i found a dress i didn't buy. bought a hard case for this computer here. hung out at starbucks. outlined my essay. talked. mocha frapped. and then dinner with tito jun and ate cecille at dulcinea.
I COULD NOT SHUT UP. i guess i was a little nervous. and then we began talking about movies and school and
I COULD NOT, FOR THE LIFE OF ME, SHUT UP. i kept telling myself to NOT TALK but i just... prattled on and on and on and on. UGH. i just know i'll be murdering myself over this. anyway, i hope i get a chance to redeem myself one day.
*****
the long day is over