what the am i doing?!?!?!
I had a REALLY good time today.
CRAP. People who know me well would say I am not very experimentative
with food. I like food a certain way and I don't care to have it
disturbed. I am always worrying about the possibility of screwing up my
stomach since I did that a lot back in CSA. But today, I ate in AGNO.
Yes. Lung Center and Hepatitis City. I ate fishballs with sweet and
spicy sauce , fried chicken skin puffs . I passed up on the isaw
though. Chicken intestines are just too much for me .
Yep, the other DOPs dragged me along their foodtrip cruise through Agno and at first I didn't want to go but I ended up having fun anyway. The really creepy things is that for an hour before we crashed the Lung Center, they were really picking on this guy and they were making not-so-subtle hints that he likes me. I don't know if I should believe them since those guys are a bunch of jokers anyway. But I was getting worried since even Ms. Joey was making hints already. They kept trying to fall back when the guy and I were talking and shit. And while it was kinda embarassing, I didn't really care since I was having too much fun. I mean, I could tell the guy was getting embarassed and I don't blame him. But we were having really riot-fun conversations about whether or not the styrofoam snowman in the DO actually comes alive at night and disturbing the alphabetically arranged NFC files. I don't know if he actually does like me and I don't know how I'd react if it was actually true. I mean, he's a great guy. He's nice, he makes me laugh, he loves FRIENDS and Desperate Housewives and reads Jessica Zafra too. The thing is, had I not known that he liked Istine last term, I would've assumed he was...well...gay. I actually asked him once if he was gay and he told me he's not... DAW. I don't know.
I don't want to be all paranoid and assume that he does like me if he is straight... and I don't even want to think about how to react to that seeing as how we're friends and we work together. ARGH. Crap. I had a great time today. I had FUN. WITHOUT trying, without being nervous, without worrying about saying the right thing at the right time. And it was WITH THE WRONG GUY.
I have to cut my fingernails. And clean my eyebrows. Damn stupid ORIENT2 and business attire. Hay...donning stockings...the highlight of my life. NOT. Stupid resume. Stupid reflection paper. Stupid ORIENT2. Stupid La Salle. Stupid stupid stupid.
36 DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yep, the other DOPs dragged me along their foodtrip cruise through Agno and at first I didn't want to go but I ended up having fun anyway. The really creepy things is that for an hour before we crashed the Lung Center, they were really picking on this guy and they were making not-so-subtle hints that he likes me. I don't know if I should believe them since those guys are a bunch of jokers anyway. But I was getting worried since even Ms. Joey was making hints already. They kept trying to fall back when the guy and I were talking and shit. And while it was kinda embarassing, I didn't really care since I was having too much fun. I mean, I could tell the guy was getting embarassed and I don't blame him. But we were having really riot-fun conversations about whether or not the styrofoam snowman in the DO actually comes alive at night and disturbing the alphabetically arranged NFC files. I don't know if he actually does like me and I don't know how I'd react if it was actually true. I mean, he's a great guy. He's nice, he makes me laugh, he loves FRIENDS and Desperate Housewives and reads Jessica Zafra too. The thing is, had I not known that he liked Istine last term, I would've assumed he was...well...gay. I actually asked him once if he was gay and he told me he's not... DAW. I don't know.
I don't want to be all paranoid and assume that he does like me if he is straight... and I don't even want to think about how to react to that seeing as how we're friends and we work together. ARGH. Crap. I had a great time today. I had FUN. WITHOUT trying, without being nervous, without worrying about saying the right thing at the right time. And it was WITH THE WRONG GUY.
I have to cut my fingernails. And clean my eyebrows. Damn stupid ORIENT2 and business attire. Hay...donning stockings...the highlight of my life. NOT. Stupid resume. Stupid reflection paper. Stupid ORIENT2. Stupid La Salle. Stupid stupid stupid.
36 DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!