I couldn’t sleep. I guess it’s because I’m not really used in sleeping during night time. Actually, I just literally woke up.
I told Mom to wake me up for American Idol replays at 5 pm.
So, okay, it’s been a long time since I did this. I don’t know. Maybe, I’m not inspired? Haha. You know the reason, I was busy.
You’re never gonna believe this:
1.) After all those times I was hiding from my former schoolmates, I was finally spotted by one of them, at work. Well, I don’t mind, since he doesn’t know me that much, and why I left that freakin’ school. I just found when I heard that he can’t do OTs because he has to go to school. I asked where he goes, and he told me. I was like, “Really? Where?” I was hoping that he’d tell that he goes to another branch, but heck, no, he said he’s from the same branch I was. And he knows Lane too. Whatever. Well, actually, he didn’t ask why I left. Maybe he did, but I guess I simply told him, “I wasn’t happy there.”
2.) Jeff from TeleTech texted me. I thought my disappearing act wouldn’t be noticed. And I did my very own “disappearing act” so that no would know that I left already. He was like, “Why did you disappeared?” And I just simply told him, “I wasn’t happy there. “
3.) I was on my OT, and this familiar pretty girl sitting behind me asked me, “Did you work at HSBC?” I absentmindedly told her, “Yes. Why? But I think I know you. You look like someone from the HR there.” And she answered, “That was me! Why did you leave HSBC?” I simply told her, “I wasn’t happy there.”
“The pursuit of happiness.” I wonder where to find it. Whatever.
I’ll start where I left. Like what I’ve said. I’ll be working hard. And I really did. I did pre-shifts and post shifts OTs all week long. And the people at work were like, “What are you gonna do with all that money?” Ha! They don’t know that I’m always broke. I always reply, “Matindi ang pangangailangan, eh.” Well, if you say that, there are no follow up questions, unlike last week, when I was asked the same question, and I replied, “I’m gonna buy something,” and there’s a lot of questions to follow like, “What?” or “Why?” Whatever.
Yay! There’s American Idol again! I watched the season premiere, and I could tell that this season is gonna be crazy. I enjoyed the last season very much, and I think the new batch of crooners will have a hard time to live with the viewers expectations because previous batch was great. I haven’t picked my bet yet.
Sunday (early in the morning): I was about to go home when I caught Angie’s eye. You know what, she’s really okay. I don’t care if she’s arrogant or whatever as long as she doesn’t mean harm to me. She asked, “Are you friends with Angela?’ I was stunned. Does it appear that I’m not already? It’s true that I dislike her because of her tactless personality and back-stabbing deeds, but really, I’m not mad at her or something. I hesitantly said, “Yes, and why?”
Hesitantly also, she told me, “I don’t mean to make you guys hate each other, but the last time I saw you in the washroom, she saw you and told Arcel, ‘May bumagay rin sa thighs nya.” I was like, what the heck? You know what, I don’t know. I tried being assertive, arrogant, temperamental and opinionated before and people hated me. Now I’m being Miss Spice-and-Everything-Nice (means I’m patient, I don’t give out comments, soft-spoken, generous, un-assertive and all) there are still people who dislike me. But don’t get me wrong. I don’t give a DAMN. I’ve been through a lot, and she’s just one in front of me right now. I drew the line before; I told her if she has problems with me, she can tell me straightly. There’s no need for that back-stabbing tirade she always does.
Well, that’s the way she is. Like what Ira said, she has a strong personality and she’s opinionated. In fact, I’m quit impressed. She’s really good. I saw her scorecard and I could be never half-way to what she accomplished.
I told Angie, “Well, that’s the way she is. “ I said my goodbye and went home. I’ll confront her and talk to her. Enough of that “disappearing act” that I always do. I think it’s time for me to settle down in one place for a longer time that I usually do in schools and other offices.
Later that day, we had two caterings, but I wasn’t able to show up with any of those because I was busy catching with my full-eight hours of sleep, which I barely do now. It was evening when I realized that I don’t wanna miss our catering gig, so I showed up one of those. I was wearing this really tight shirt, and some of the dudes were looking at it. Gosh. I thought that was a wedding? Why were they drinking so much? I left and went with Cha, Ate Edna and Jed. They all said I lost weight.
On our way to their house, I saw Maricar. She was like, “Is that you? Why did you lose so much weight?” I just giggled, smile and giggled some more. Haha.
She asked me I could help her through APAC. I said I’ll do everything I can. All she needs to do is to be confident and spontaneous. We agreed to meet on Tuesday morning, at my office. Janice was back from Finland, so to keep in touch with her; I bought prepaid credit and called her. Line was so choppy, so I decided to hung-up and just text her. Bizz was nowhere to be seen. I hope she’s alright.
I ate gulaman salad for dinner at Ate Edna’s house. We went back to Woodsite II and Mom told me to go home because they’re going to our other catering at Citta Italia. I said I’ll just go home. So I went home, and watched TV. I watch a local movie, which stars Richard Gutierrez and Marriane Rivera. I’m no fan of both, but it was good, I could say. But there’s one thing I noticed about Richard; he always plays rich kid in the movies.
I texted Mark and asked him to go jogging. I kinda missed him. He’s fun to hang-out with. And I never saw him when he got a new girlfriend. Gosh. He didn’t reply, until the next day.
I was up at exactly five am. I got dressed and went jogging. I was alone, because Krissie didn’t know I was gonna run that day.
And everyone was like, “Wow! You lost weight!” Nah. I didn’t. I was just wearing black Nike shirt and black sweat pants. It made me appear thinner. So I ran extra few miles, saying hi and hello back to old, boring people that say hi and hello to me.
After that, I went home and went online. There were few offline messages from him. He hopes to TTYL. But how? He never gets online. Maybe he had change. Maybe he’s just saying that. Maybe he doesn’t like me anymore and he’s just detaching from me slowly. I need to get over him first, before he does. But trust me, this is real. What I feel for him is real, and I’m just shy to admit that. Nuff said.
I checked my phone and there were several text messages from Mark. It says “Gine, sorry for the late rep. Di ako naka-pag-jogging kasi may ubo ako. Buti naman naalala mo ako….” And so on. I forgot. I really hate it when people call me “gine”. You know what, I think Mark has weak lungs. He always got cough or whatever.
I waited for him. No sign of him. I logged out and went to sleep.
I went to work later that night. It’s my first time to spend Martin Luther King Jr Day in a call center. It’s like a usual day; we’re so busy, taking in calls from people who really needed our help. Seriously. Haha. And of course, I did four hours OT. What’s new? It’s as if my body is used to it, it’s no big deal.
Maricar arrived at the office, and I asked her to fill out the referral form. I ushered to the pantry and gave her instructions how to nail it. It was my lunch break so I spent my lunch with her and James. The three of us were talking and Joseph Mark Racadio joined us. Before, I think he was cute. Call me mean or whatever, but I think he’s really dumb. I introduced Maricar to them, and we got along fine.
Mark R. commented on HSBC; he said that hiring process there was bloody difficult that’s why he didn’t get in. James looked at me meaningfully. He laughed and at my expression. I looked at Maricar and she was looking at me. I just said, “It’s not so bad, Mark. James and I used to work there.” And it shut him up.
My lunch was done so I went back to the floor. I decided to go home with Lem. She’s super nice, to tell you the truth. I bought Maricar fries and burger from Jollibee before we left.
On our way out of North Gate, Lem mentioned something about Angela. She said Angela has something against me; she was mad at me because I’m always comparing the AHTs. So what? I don’t give a damn. I need to hear more so I decided to go to Festi with her. I picked up a lot of things from her. You know, the gossips. It’s been a long time since I shopped with someone aside from Mom and Mark.
We ate at Jollibee, and it’s super girl bonding moment. I found out a lot about Lem. She worked as a preschool teacher in Thailand before and she loves reading books. I told her that we go to Power Books and National Bookstore later. We went to Fusion and we bought Skechers. Actually, I think she doesn’t really like the Skechers platforms, and I just convinced her that it looks good on her, that’s why she bought it.
The girl in Fusion still remembers me. She said I should’ve gone there during Christmas because they’re on sale. I bought this pair of ankle-straps Mary Janes Skechers . It costed me a fortune. Well, I don’t really mind because I was really planning to buy that since forever, and now that I’m earning enough, I bought it. We emerged from Fusion with large shopping bags in our hands.
We went to Red Girl. I bought this cute top, which was very similar to the purple top that Angela commented on, “But bumagay sa kanya.” Hmp! Lem went to SM and she told me to meet her at National Bookstore.
I went to Get Laud and bought the dress that Lem and I saw earlier. I saw a similar style, and I bought that as well. Well, it’s two hundred bucks cheaper than from the brand I usually buy.
Then, I went to NBS to meet Lem. They’re out of Twilight. Dang. I confessed to Lem that I lost Tina’s Twilight and that’s why I need a replacement. I bought Sophie Kinsella’s “Confessions of a Shopaholic” and Steve Berry’s “The Templar Legacy” while Lem bought a Mark Haddon book.
I went home. Mom was happy with all the stuff I bought. She excitedly ripped the shopping bags and asked me to try those things. She was really impressed with the Skechers. The brown dress was really sophisticated. I hope he sees me on that. It shows what he wants to see. Haha.
I gave her some money because I was so guilty that I didn’t take her with me. But she was extremely happy with what I gave her. Duh, it’s 40% of my salary. It’s three in the afternoon when I finally went to bed. I drifted off to a peaceful sleep as I conceptualize what I was gonna wear to work later.
I woke up and decided to wear the new top I bought. I paired it with a mini-skirt. Off to work. As usual, it’s boringly action-packed. The never-ending drama of the pharmacists filled my ears for twelve hours. I thought the inauguration of Obama will shut them for a moment.
Honestly, I don’t get why Obama is phenomenal. But you know what, I think he’s the antichrist. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a religious fanatic or whatsoever, but he’s too good to be true. If I tell someone what I think, they’ll think I’m just being crazy. I told Mom, and she said, “Where did you get that crazy idea? He’s a Christian!” See! Even my own mother thinks that I’ve gone crazy.
In fact, I don’t care about the antichrist, but I think it’s him. From a girl who loves pink stuff and obsessed-with-shoes’ perspective, he’s the antichrist. Why do I think so?
1.) Barack Obama is so popular: indeed true. I don’t know why. That could be because of his New World Campaign and One World Religion. You see, he’s fighting for the Muslim people’s right to vote in the US, and yet, he’s saying that he’s Christian, befriends Israel and pulls out the forces in Iraq. For me, he’s trying to break the differences of the people when it comes to religion so that it would be easier for him to inflict the One World Religion.
2.) He’s persuasive: Listen and watch to those speeches he does. Always standing ovation. Even his former rival Hilary Clinton endorsed him. In reality, it’s impossible. Impossible like Ateneans cheering for La Salle cagers, or Letranites supporting San Beda in one of NCAA heated match. At the heat of the campaign, Hilary surrenders and endorses him. What did he do to her? Maybe, they talked privately and Hilary realizes how charming he is. Which reminds me of:
3.) He’s charming: Charming in a way that you can’t say no to him. Has anyone said no to Obama? Celebrities were all on his side: Jay Z, Anne Hathaway, Oprah, Demi Moore, Ashton Kutcher, you name it. Even Lindsay Lohan, who does nothing but to get controversial by making out with everyone, doing drugs, getting arrested because of DUI, passing out because of hard partying and dating a lesbian, pledged her all-out support to Mr. Obama.
4.) He’ll rise quickly: they say antichrist will quickly rise out of nowhere. True. He literally rose quickly out of nowhere. Last season of American Idol, he gave a speech in Idol Gives Back, and he was just then “Sen. Barack Obama.” And now, new season of American Idol has barely started yet, and he’s now “Pres. Barack Obama.”
5.) He’ll come out from unexpected race: True. Does everyone knows where is Kenya? Or the “Luo” ancestry.
Well, I told James about it, and he said I was hilarious. Well, whatever. Don’t expect the antichrist to be boring, robotic, dull and look nerdy. How he’ll be able to persuade people if he’s looks like the creepy antichrist we see in the movies? Of course, he has to be soft-spoken, charming, gentle, well-educated, kind and everything nice at first, to win the people’s trust.
They say I shouldn’t judge Obama or whatsoever, because I don’t know him personally. True. Who does know the antichrist, anyway? Of course, these are just my opinions. Well, nobody cares about my opinion right? Haha. I’ll bet, after several months, Kofi Annan will resigned and give up his seat as UN secretary-general to give way for Pres. Obama.
But I’m watching out for the rapture of the church. I can sense that it’ll take place these days, so I’d better go to church next week and be kind to others.
James left early, so I was stuck alone with tenured reps. I took a break and went to 7-11. Look who’s there: Marky in his green La Salle jacket and his new girlfriend. I thought he saw me, but looked away, but I squealed, “Mark!” Then, he turned on me and looked surprised, but indeed, happy to see me. “Gine!” He exclaimed. Puh-lease.
I asked him how he was (he has cough, remember) and he said it’s still there. He asked me what I was doing there, and I told him I was on my fifteen, and I need to grab something to eat. Then, he pulled his girlfriend, April, and introduced me to her. I looked down on her and she smiled sweetly at me. “Hi, April, I’m his friend, I said.” Oops, no comment. I thought he sees me as friend now only because I’m not a stunner. Thought I said no comment.
And then, his girlfriend turned around to pay for the things they bought, I asked him to go shopping. He said yes. I couldn’t believe how ridiculously I behaved. You know, asking someone out when the girlfriend was within the earshot.
I went back to the office and started taking calls again.
The Day After Pres. Obama’s Inauguration:
I was so bored to death. Can’t wait for my shift to end. For once in a while, the thought of him pops in my mind. Not Obama, I mean. Haha. I wonder what he’s doing right now. I spent half of my lunch time in the washroom, washing my face, brushing my teeth, chatting with Anna and Adaleigh, my washroom buddies (we met each other at washroom only, though we work together). Pretty much, it’s a usually daily routine.
I glanced at my wristwatch. 6:11 am. I heard a super familiar beep.
“Thank you for calling, my name is Regine blah blah blah blah… “ I said. The caller’s name was Angelo, another troubled pharmacist from Pharmerica.
Pretty much, it’s easy. I simply told him to tell the members that they weren’t “dis-enrolled” (that’s how he say that) but their policies expired and tell them as well to contact their HR and bug them to get them another policy for this year.
Then I asked, “Is there anything else that I can help you with?”
“Let me see if I have rejections for today….”
“Pilipino ba tayo?” He asked suddenly.
I was shocked. I did a quick conversion of what he said to English. My instincts told me to deny it, but I just couldn’t. If I say no, it’ll just prove that I understood him. If I pretend that I didn’t understand and say “I beg your pardon?” he won’t believe it because I’m a lousy liar. Fine.
“Oh my gosh.” I mumbled. “Yes.”
“Talaga?”
“How did you know?” I asked. I started to panic. I wasn’t used to talking in English while the person I’m talking to is talking in the vernacular.
“May narinig akong nagmura sa background.” He said. Crap. It was Rafael, on mute, swearing.
I should’ve told him to speak in English, like what I usually do Spanish callers. You know, they ask, “Hablas espanol, senorita?” and I say right away, “No, senor, yo soy no hablo espanol, lo siente perdon. Nosotros Ingles, por favor,” so on and force them to talk in English, by threatening that I’ll hang-up on them if they don’t.
“So, anong oras pasok mo?” Asked Angelo. I really didn’t know how to reply.
“Actually, I just had my lunch,” I replied, as I scrolled down the screen. I answered far from his question, I realized. “My shift starts at ten.”
“Eh di pauwi ka na nyan?”
“I still have four hours.” I answered. Crap. And while I was working on his concern, here’s how our conversation went:
Angelo: So, that’s like, ten to ten?
Regine: Yes.
Angelo: San ba yang, san ba yang call center niyo? Nagpunta kasi ako diyan eh
Regine: You guess.
Angelo: Makati?
Regine: No. You’re far.
Angelo: Ortigas? Di ba dun marami?
Regine: No. Still far.
Angelo: Magbigay ka naman ng clue. Balintawak? (I had a good laugh at that. It would be funny to see a call center in Balintawak)
Regine: Fine, we’re here in Alabang.
Angelo: Ah!!! Alabang. Alam mo ba dati, nag-apply ako sa call center, hindi ako natanggap?
Regine: Why? What happened?
Angelo: Mashado raw akong slang.
Regine: No, you’re good.
Angelo: (He laughed). Salamat. Ano magagawa ko, I was born here. Magtagalog ka nga. Pero in fairness, ang galling mo umi-English.
Regine: You’re slang, they said? Well, we prefer neutralized accents (take note of the “s”, haha. grammatical error.)
Angelo: Oh. You’re accent is neutralized nga eh.
Regine: I do apologize, but we’re not allowed to talk in the vernacular. (then, I told him about the problem on his concern and gave the solution). Is there anything else that I can help you with?
Angelo: Teka, meron pa ko dito. (I laughed. That’s perfect Filipino attitude. Kung pwede ka makalibre ngayon, gawin mo na.)
Regine: Sure! (He gave me some prescription numbers)
Angelo: So, nag-aral ka ng pharmacy tech?
Regine: The what? Ah. No. I didn’t even finished college.
Angelo: Talaga? Pero ang galling mo umi-English! (Haha)
Regine: Really? Haha!
Angelo: Talaga! Oo!
Regine: Really? Haha. Is it okay if I place you on because I need more time to work on this?
Angelo: Oo naman!
I placed him on hold. I pressed mute and laughed. Raffy and James looked at me. James asked, “Why?” I told him that there’s a noypi on my line. I went back to my caller.
Regine: Thank you for patiently waiting. The claim was blah blah blah blah blah (and I explained that I need to transfer him over somewhere)
Angelo: Sige, wag nalang. Ano nga ulet name mo?
Regine: I’m Regine, sir.
Angeol: Regine? As in Regine Velasquez?
Regine: Ew!!!!
Angelo: Haha!!!
Regine: Would there be anything else?
Angelo: Aha, marami ka pa time. Huh?
Regine: Sure.
Angelo: Here’s another…. Ano ginagawa niyo jan?
Regine: Accepting calls. Actually, there are many of us. Like, 350 people per floor.
Angelo: Wow! Parang call center din trabaho ko di, kaso mag-isa lang ako.
Regine: Haha!!! But all in all, we’re like, 2, 000 people.
Angelo: Wow, ang galling, ang ganda siguro jan, noh!
Regine: Of course. Would there be anything else?
Angelo: Wala na eh. Ano extension mo? Para pag tatawag ako, sayo nalang?
Regine: Let me see if that is possible…. (well, you could get my cellphone number, I told
myself.) Sorry, I don’t have.
Angelo: Sayang naman.
Regine: Just call back and ask for me, next time, Alrighty? Thank you for calling, and have a
good day.
Angelo: Salamat, ikaw rin, ha?
Good luck to him. Haha. He’d never find me again, does he realize that? Hello, we’re 350 here on the second floor. He’s just lucky if he do that. And last time, I laughed non-stop at the lady who called me and she requested to be transferred to Mary. Hahahaha. Mary who? Mary Christmas? Haha. The point is, there’s a lot of Marys in the floor. And sometimes, it’s not even their real name.
That call set the mood for this week.
Friday: I wore my brown dress. It looks good on me. Even the Operations Manager noticed. They noticed that I’m back on my glam style. It’s normal work day for me, except that I felt like eating something, after shift. So I bought two boxes of donuts from country style. I texted Carl not to leave the house because we’ll have a little bonding moment when I get home.
I dropped to the market to buy fruits. All eyes were on me. Well, not on me, but on my dress. I bought a lot of fruits and went home. We spent the Saturday morning eating, watching TV and telling stories to keep up. I finally went to bed around 1 pm, but I didn’t sleep yet. I finished reading Confessions of a Shopaholic.
CONFESSIONS OF A SHOPAHOLIC
By: Sophie Kinsella
I see some parts of myself in Rebecca Bloomwood’s character. Like me, she loves shopping as well. But she’s gorgeous, and works as a financial journalist in a boring magazine.
She uses credit cards to pay for the items she buys, but she seldom pays the bank. She buys unpractical stuff, like bowls, cards, stationeries and all. To pay for her debts, she tried cutting back, but of course, as a natural shopaholic, it’s not gonna work, so she tried the other way around, which is MMM (Making More Money). She tried working part-time as saleslady in a fashion boutique, but ended up getting fired because she hid a pair of jeans from a customer because she wanted to buy it.
Her love interest was Luke Brandon, a rich PR man. Actually, she wasn’t really interested to him at first, because she thinks he’s super serious and scary.
Becky borrows 20 quid from Elly, another journalist, during a press release, and she was overheard by everybody, including Luke. Elly doesn’t have money that time, so Luke lends her, after she said she’ll buy a present for her dying aunt. Actually, she’ll use the 20 quid to buy a scarf at Denny and George, which costs 120 quid (she has a hundred.)
Later that day, when she bought the scarf, she bumps into Luke. Luke commented how generous she was.
Suze, Becky’s flatmate celebrates her birthday, and they went with Suze’s cousins, Anna and Tarquin, to a restaurant, wherein Becky met Luke, who was with his parents. Mrs. Brandon commented how lovely the Denny and George scarf was, and Becky told them that her aunt left the scarf to her when she died.
After few days, Then, she applied for a banker position in some European bank, and she put “Fluent in Finnish” in her profile. But when she meets her employer from Bank of Helsinki, who doesn’t speak English that well, in an interview, she ran away.
Becky bumps into Luke. Luke takes her to shopping, and they bought a Louis Vuiton luggage for Sacha, Luke’s girlfriend. Then, they went to lunch. Becky was offended when Luke told her that he has a girlfriend. Becky was disappointed and walks away from lunch.
Philip, Becky’s boss sent her to a fair, to cover for the magazine. She sees Luke there, and she avoided him and socialized with others. She bumps into Derek Smeath, the manager of the bank where she owes so much. In short, Derek Smeath threatened to do legal actions if she doesn’t pay. Becky goes back to her parents’ house.
Martin and Janice, their neighbors, told Becky that they lost all their investments to a windfall, because they were offered a bigger amount of lump sum. Honestly, I actually didn’t get it that much because I don’t know that much about finance. She felt guilty because she advised them to do so, and she found at that the old couple was tricked by the insurance plan.
Becky worked on her article, more likely an expose about Flagstaff, which is one of Brandon Communication’s major clients, and passed the article to The Daily World, because she’s friends with Eric Foreman, the old editor she met in some press release. Then, Becky becomes controversial, and she was invited by Morning Coffee to appear in an episode. Flagstaff sends its most powerful PR force, which is the Brandon Communications, including Luke, himself. They had a debate in the show, and Becky single-handedly won the debate.
After the show, Luke asks her out; he broke up with Sacha. Derek Smeath appears on the show, and Becky promised to pay back. Eric Foreman paid Becky 400 quid for the article, and Morning Coffee hires her to be the finance consultant on a segment. Yay!
Becky and Luke went out; they ate at The Ritz, and they did some stuff. You know what I mean.
The book ended as Becky calls Derek’s assistant to cancel on their meeting, because she’s spending time with Luke and she sends a check, worth 1000 quid.
I thought Sophie Kinsella sucks. It’s my kind of read, actually. 9 out of ten stars. Much better than the last book I read (Twilight). Haha. You know what, I really see myself into her. She’s a shopaholic, she writes and she’s unlucky, most of the times. Actually, I tried writing about mortgages, home loan, refinance and all, but I found it really boring, so I quit and just worked in a call center. Can’t wait to buy the next book.
And yesterday, I slipped into my pink dress and went on my RD OT work. Ada Jessica commented that she sees me seven days a week in the office. She wants to know I feel tired a bit. Of course, I do. But what can I do? I need the money.
I went home, logged in. I found his offline message. He said he’s fine, and TTYL. Gosh. He doesn’t like me anymore. I waited for him and while I was doing that, I checked my msn. I have a lot of unread messages and I started checking boxes, because I will delete them. Then, there’s this 123cards, dated last Dec. 25. And below, there’s his email address written on it. Oh my gosh. He sent me a card, and I never read it. It was sent twice, on different dates. I opened it quickly. It says:
Hey there,
Just wanted to say, my best Christmas Wishes to you and your family. Happy Christmas! My only regret is that we can’t spend it together…
The best I can do is wish you well, and that you have a great Christmas.
And even though there is quite the distance separating us, you are still in my thoughts, as always. Who knows? Maybe one day we can celebrate together…
Sincerely Yours,
Tears dwelled in my eyes. He never says things like this. I hope he meant this. I replied to his offline message. And right now, I just cried. I re-read the card and coincidentally, I’m listening to Ruben Studdards “Flying Without Wings.”
I waited some more. Look who showed up. Charlie. Yup. Charlie. Now I know my remedy about him. Before he goes melodramatic, I should go on and be melodramatic first, so that he’d forget his own problems.
How did he know I think he’s boring? I really do think he’s boring, because of conflicting interest. You know, he likes Cascada and water polo, while I play volleyball and basketball and dig PCD and Boyce Avenue.
And for some unknown reasons, we talked about marriage. He said he’ll marry if he’s here. I don’t know. I have a crush on him before, but now, I feel hollow. I was like, “Really?” And teased him some more.
I said I think “Everytime We Touch” by Cascada was girly, and I told him to try on my dresses and shoes (because he told me before that he liked my dresses), and he was like, “I noticed that you have doubts on my manliness.” Haha. Well, with him being melodramatic and all, some people would think. Nevertheless, he told me that he’ll try on my dresses when we get married. Psh.
It’s six o’clock in the morning already. New day, new week. More later.