Oh golly, we've known each other for three years now and we still haven't met personally?
+ I have this urge to insist that this isn't my primary blog. It's elsewhere, but it's easy to find. If that person (hints at slantrhyme) found this easily, then it would be easier to find the other, more citrus-friendly one. Like, a write-up on the Inquirer website.
+ Major development: Mara didn't ask for my name when I greeted her a happy birthday yesterday. And in every other time before Saturday, birthday or holiday, she'll always ask who I am. (And eventually the other Mara Navarro, who I don't know and yet always finds her way to my online things because of my - not really, but you know - Mara Navarro, will join in.) Anyway, today is Cots' birthday, and since I don't have her phone number, I just dropped her a line on YM. I greeted you, remember that!
+ I'm listening to a playlist I made for my mother when she got her iPhone 3G. Funny thing is, she doesn't listen to it because she isn't used to the feeling of listening to music on earphones like all her children do. And I realize that I've made what is probably the spiffiest playlist I've ever done. Radio programming duties? Nope, that's a far dream.
+ The point of this blog's "blushies" category is to highlight stuff people say to me that have made me, well, blush with happiness, because I'm a person who requires a lot of affirmation to get things done. Makes me sound inefficient, really, but I don't know why I blush with stuff like the next bullet point.
+ "Dude, eto seryoso. If you need to forget who I am to believe what I'm gonna say, then do so. Pero believe lang... kasi I really think you're gonna make it far. I know talent and skill when I see it. And I know you're one of those who are really, really good."
+ Piyar and I still have to meet up for that puto bumbong I promised her months ago. Or, almost a year ago. But the holidays aren't really here yet, despite all those "abstract Christmas" spreads you see on the newspaper. Speaking of which, isawforsale and I have yet to meet, too. In her words, "it's long overdue!" Then again, we never got to set up a meet-up during her semestral break, partly because I didn't goad her into setting a date. So it's partly my fault, too, that all the contact with Issa that I have is that six-inch gap of Baguio chill three years ago. Oh golly, we've known each other for three years now and we still haven't met personally?
+ Alyssa, I didn't read the follow-up because I don't want to risk getting annoyed.
+ I'm starting to fear weekends because I am compelled to drive to and from the house whenever errands are being done. At least today's was hitch-free. Even me parking the car at SM Molino was hitch-free. Still makes me scared, however. I still have a terrible case of depth perception.
+ With the number of people leaving my place, I don't know whether it's the economy or our inefficiency as a people impatience. I know I am impatient, and look at me, twenty weeks later.
+ It's Wednesday on Wednesday. You know what that means, sheismybrother (who never gets to post thanks to her frigging relatives).
+ In the words of Vicki Belo, when asked about how girls can get a boyfriend: "You know, most guys are very shy. I think the really nice guys are very shy. The ['bad guys'] are friendly and flirty and aggressive, and you don't want them." Suddenly I realized this might mean something else... oh shoot.
+ By the way, did I tell you I actually hope everything will be back to normal tomorrow? I told you I don't write all my serious thoughts here.
+ Major development: Mara didn't ask for my name when I greeted her a happy birthday yesterday. And in every other time before Saturday, birthday or holiday, she'll always ask who I am. (And eventually the other Mara Navarro, who I don't know and yet always finds her way to my online things because of my - not really, but you know - Mara Navarro, will join in.) Anyway, today is Cots' birthday, and since I don't have her phone number, I just dropped her a line on YM. I greeted you, remember that!
+ I'm listening to a playlist I made for my mother when she got her iPhone 3G. Funny thing is, she doesn't listen to it because she isn't used to the feeling of listening to music on earphones like all her children do. And I realize that I've made what is probably the spiffiest playlist I've ever done. Radio programming duties? Nope, that's a far dream.
+ The point of this blog's "blushies" category is to highlight stuff people say to me that have made me, well, blush with happiness, because I'm a person who requires a lot of affirmation to get things done. Makes me sound inefficient, really, but I don't know why I blush with stuff like the next bullet point.
+ "Dude, eto seryoso. If you need to forget who I am to believe what I'm gonna say, then do so. Pero believe lang... kasi I really think you're gonna make it far. I know talent and skill when I see it. And I know you're one of those who are really, really good."
+ Piyar and I still have to meet up for that puto bumbong I promised her months ago. Or, almost a year ago. But the holidays aren't really here yet, despite all those "abstract Christmas" spreads you see on the newspaper. Speaking of which, isawforsale and I have yet to meet, too. In her words, "it's long overdue!" Then again, we never got to set up a meet-up during her semestral break, partly because I didn't goad her into setting a date. So it's partly my fault, too, that all the contact with Issa that I have is that six-inch gap of Baguio chill three years ago. Oh golly, we've known each other for three years now and we still haven't met personally?
+ Alyssa, I didn't read the follow-up because I don't want to risk getting annoyed.
+ I'm starting to fear weekends because I am compelled to drive to and from the house whenever errands are being done. At least today's was hitch-free. Even me parking the car at SM Molino was hitch-free. Still makes me scared, however. I still have a terrible case of depth perception.
+ With the number of people leaving my place, I don't know whether it's the economy or our inefficiency as a people impatience. I know I am impatient, and look at me, twenty weeks later.
+ It's Wednesday on Wednesday. You know what that means, sheismybrother (who never gets to post thanks to her frigging relatives).
+ In the words of Vicki Belo, when asked about how girls can get a boyfriend: "You know, most guys are very shy. I think the really nice guys are very shy. The ['bad guys'] are friendly and flirty and aggressive, and you don't want them." Suddenly I realized this might mean something else... oh shoot.
+ By the way, did I tell you I actually hope everything will be back to normal tomorrow? I told you I don't write all my serious thoughts here.