Constantly Getting Back to Normal
So i'm moving to Prince David on Sunday. actually i've been sporadically sleeping there the past two weeks. just that my father, dear man that he is, gets Empty Nest Syndrome every two minutes. he's been trying to delay the inevitable, poor man. haha.
but when i do get to sleep over at the new place, i've made it a habit to walk out into the fire exit in my underwear, look down upon the twinkling lights of katipunan, breathe deep and then burst into
"KILLING ME SOFTLY WITH HIS SOOOONGGG, TELLING MY LIFE HIS HIS WOOORRDDSS, KILLIN' ME SOFTLY WITH HIS SONG, KILLIN' ME SOFTLYYYYY WITH HIS SOOOONNNNNGGGG..."
i tell you, the streets of Quezon City will never be the same again. every night and every day i will serenade them with my enunciated words and modulated vocals.
yes. please come over and stop me from wreaking this havoc. haha.
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GEEZ so get this, i have a really strong gut feeling that the question that i've been waiting to hear is close to being popped. what's all this fuss! what happened to your-first-kiss-equals-tayo-na? why isn't it automatic that when you tell each other you love each other it means you guys are together? why all of a sudden it's gotta be a surprise? why is it now a "bomb" that's going to be "dropped" any minute now.
okay don't get me wrong i think it's absolutely sweet and God knows IT'S ABOUT FREAKING TIME (yes, forget coyness. forget being demure. those who know me know i can't live without the security of a title)
but i'm sweating my armpits cos i mean, it's just been a long time since someone's actually asked. the last time was... omg, 4th year highschool? by some Xavierian with bigatilyo! oh yes, i miss the uncertainty of highschool hahaha.
anyway i'm kinakabahan cos i'm just not the Maria Clara type. i never know what to say in romantic situations. one time a guy told me "Ella Bella" which in italian supposedly means "you're beautiful" and so i looked into his beautiful brown eyes and whispered
"la cucaracha"
suffice it to say nothing ever happened to that.
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in other news, i've been making an effort to have a semblance of a social life. meeting new friends helps a lot, and watching Sex and the City with my bebots has rejuvenated me. the three of us haven't been together since God knows when. Creation, perhaps? i don't know, it's been THAT long. haha. the three of us all look so unbelievably chinese, i got very, very tempted to talk with an accent just to fool everyone around me. not that it's going to change anyone's life, it's just fun. yes.
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i want to write a book, ala Carrie Bradshaw. some Tickle online quiz told me that she's my SATC persona. *snort* Right. but anyway i should write a RomCom like carrie and be a total best seller so i become filthy rich and buy my own helicopter. yes, i have dreams. lofty ones, indeed.
but when i do get to sleep over at the new place, i've made it a habit to walk out into the fire exit in my underwear, look down upon the twinkling lights of katipunan, breathe deep and then burst into
"KILLING ME SOFTLY WITH HIS SOOOONGGG, TELLING MY LIFE HIS HIS WOOORRDDSS, KILLIN' ME SOFTLY WITH HIS SONG, KILLIN' ME SOFTLYYYYY WITH HIS SOOOONNNNNGGGG..."
i tell you, the streets of Quezon City will never be the same again. every night and every day i will serenade them with my enunciated words and modulated vocals.
yes. please come over and stop me from wreaking this havoc. haha.
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GEEZ so get this, i have a really strong gut feeling that the question that i've been waiting to hear is close to being popped. what's all this fuss! what happened to your-first-kiss-equals-tayo-na? why isn't it automatic that when you tell each other you love each other it means you guys are together? why all of a sudden it's gotta be a surprise? why is it now a "bomb" that's going to be "dropped" any minute now.
okay don't get me wrong i think it's absolutely sweet and God knows IT'S ABOUT FREAKING TIME (yes, forget coyness. forget being demure. those who know me know i can't live without the security of a title)
but i'm sweating my armpits cos i mean, it's just been a long time since someone's actually asked. the last time was... omg, 4th year highschool? by some Xavierian with bigatilyo! oh yes, i miss the uncertainty of highschool hahaha.
anyway i'm kinakabahan cos i'm just not the Maria Clara type. i never know what to say in romantic situations. one time a guy told me "Ella Bella" which in italian supposedly means "you're beautiful" and so i looked into his beautiful brown eyes and whispered
"la cucaracha"
suffice it to say nothing ever happened to that.
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in other news, i've been making an effort to have a semblance of a social life. meeting new friends helps a lot, and watching Sex and the City with my bebots has rejuvenated me. the three of us haven't been together since God knows when. Creation, perhaps? i don't know, it's been THAT long. haha. the three of us all look so unbelievably chinese, i got very, very tempted to talk with an accent just to fool everyone around me. not that it's going to change anyone's life, it's just fun. yes.
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i want to write a book, ala Carrie Bradshaw. some Tickle online quiz told me that she's my SATC persona. *snort* Right. but anyway i should write a RomCom like carrie and be a total best seller so i become filthy rich and buy my own helicopter. yes, i have dreams. lofty ones, indeed.