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             I’m such an emo. Whatever. Haha

            I didn’t go to work. Since Saturday. Chief will kill me. Whatever.

            So, okay, yesterday was payday. I’m amazed how controlled I was yesterday. I didn’t buy anything not on the list. I just bought the Disney Princess mug, Meg magazine and 2 pairs of slippers. Well, I know I said I kind of feel bad about having a lot of slippers, while others don’t have anything to wear. I guess, I’ll do something for them in the future.

            And of course, it’s the happiest day of the month, because we get to go shopping. Mom was with me, of course. You know, we’re both shopaholimaniacs. But I swore last time that I won’t really spend that much.

            I withdrew some cash from the ATM machine. Mom didn’t notice that I left some (haha) cash. We went to NBS and bought two coloring books. Then, we went to the Hypermarket for groceries. That’s wear I bought Meg, two pairs of Toeberries and the Disney Princess Mug.  Mom shopped for groceries, while I browsed the stores. I saw Ate Nettersh and Auntie Nene. Haha. Well, it’s pay day, so I guess, they’re there for shopping too J

            After buying groceries, Mom and I had pizza. Then, we browsed the stores. We saw this lovely blue dress with ruffled collar. It’s so lovely, but they don’t have a size for me. Plus, I wasn’t really in the mood to try things on.

            I went to the hospital after shopping. I wasn’t really ill or something. I was just pretending to be sick so I can get a medcert for work. I went to see the internal medicine physician. He said it’s Bronchitis, and he prescribed some meds. Haha. Then, I went to see the dermatologist. She’s okay. I went home after.

            We had spaghetti for dinner. I went online and found him on. It’s the saddest day of my life.

            Just had breakfast with Mom. It feels so good to be home.

            Actually, I was home since yesterday, after the game.

            World is spinning so fast. I don’t remember that much about last week.

            Oh yeah! I remember what happened. I worked during weekends. That’s great. Haha.

            I went to church last Sunday. I couldn’t take it anymore. No offense meant to Christ, but it seemed like His followers are the most plastic people I’ve ever seen. Sorry for pointing that out, you know. I have nothing against them, but honestly, they don’t practice what they preach. Perfect example is my cousins. They were raised in a strict, religious way. They’re pretty disciplined, and when Mom leaves me with them, I felt really morally inferior. But not anymore. Some of them got pregnant out of wedlock.

            I saw the same thing in the church congregation I grew up. I hate to say this but that’s where favoritism, backstabbing, discrimination, adultery, and fornication are practiced most.

            I told Mom that I was sleepy, so she let me go home. I went home and slept. I woke up around noon to check my mails. I received a text from TL, saying that my shift will start at ten o’clock in the evening. Dang. I hate late shifts. Anyways, I agreed to trade off last Giovedi, so it’s entirely my fault. I shouldn’t agreed, in the first place.

            I went to work on Sunday evening. I thought it’s avail, but I was wrong. Oh gosh. I went home the next day, very groggy with lack of sleep. I went to bed straight away, because I was so tired.

            I woke up, with the sound of my alarm. Honestly, I don’t really like to go to work, but I had to.

            I went to work with Ate Nettersh. We talked about her application in workforce. I hope she get in because she’s dying to get out of that account. You know, she has enemies. I told her about Tita Tess. It turned about that we both don’t like her, because she’s such a back-stabber. She’s saying good things when you’re in front of her, but says otherwise once you turn your back. That is so like… you know. J I’m so excited to see Uncle Totoy’s children, especially Am. Work was okay. I was completely ignoring the girl who never shuts up. I still want to annihilate her, but it’s tiring to be Blair Waldorf all the time.

            During lunch, I sat between Andy and Ate Allen. Ate Allen told us about tis flirty caller she had. She imitated how he said “fantastic”. Oh gosh. It’s like the movie wherein Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Philippe met each other. I think it was Cruel Intentions. Fantastic.

            Then, Andy had a Filipina caller.

Caller: May narinig akong nagtagalog diyan.

Andy: Oh, those are my colleagues. (Mute) sabi ng caller ko, ang ingay niyo raw, narinig niya kayo!

Regine: Oh gosh. Sorry. Ano pangalan niya?

Andy: Eloisa.

Regine: Hi Eloisa!

Allen: Hi Eloisa!

Eloisa: San ba kayo dito sa US?

Andy: Actually, we’re in Philippines.

Eloisa: Talaga! Hay, namimiss ko na yung mga pagkain diyan. Lalo na yung lumpia.

Andy: Really! We have lumpia here. There’s a rep that sells lumpia here. (He’s talking about Meredith, who sells lumpia)

Regine: We even have a sari-sari store here. Haha. It’s called “Aling Sally’s Sari-sari store” It’s located at the “kanto”, in front the workforce.

            Andy and Eloisa continued talking, while Ate Allen and I continued talking.

            I stopped rendering lunch OTS because it makes me weak. I just spend my time with my coworkers and help them. It’s fun talking to them you know.

            OM Mars told me to keep my big butterfly drawing. I guess, she didn’t like it. Haha. She also told Anj to keep her pictures from her station. That’s really sad, because Anj put our pictures there.

            They’re still convincing Sean to send his photos along with his coworkers. Anj told me to ask Sean. I finally agreed, but I don’t get routed to Sean when I call the resolution line. I don’t know if there’s a problem.

            As for volleyball, it’s okay. Yesterday, after shift, I went to the game, because Toffee came up to me the other night, asking me why I wasn’t showing up in our games. Well. I ran out of excuse, and I just promised that I’ll show up in the next game, which was, yesterday. I have the feeling that I’m off the team if I don’t show up in the game.

            AKA Chris Brown never asked if I watched a game. Whew.

            Xyza showed up the other night, looking hot as ever. Well, she’s one hot Momma when she was still pregnant. She’s hotter this time. Plus her hair was newly rebonded. As usual, she had all the people’s attention, even the new reps, who were in ABAY and listening to the live calls.

            My stats are not so good. I blame it on the internet.

            So, okay, I went to the game. I didn’t get to play that much. Well, I don’t want too, because the game was crucial. Anyways, I was praying that we finish the game early so that I can go home. You know, I have to talk to someone.

            After three sets, we won. What a relief. I skipped eating out for lunch, and celebrating with friends, because I was such in a hurry. I took a shower right away, and said bye to my team mates.

            But I didn’t catch him. I hope he’s not mad at me.

            I talked to Ate She and Gab. I realized that if I gather my cousins for a day, it’ll be like ebaby. Haha. Gab asked for Jam’s email address. After I gave it to her, she was like, “Do all the Moaje kids have the word ‘cute’ in their email addresses?” Haha. She noticed. Well, if you ask me, it’s pretty conceited, you know, to include “cute” or “pretty” or “gorgeous” in your email address. Whatever.

            I got bored talking to Gab. She isn’t that bubbly on the net, just like she is in person. I logged out and watched Gossip Girl.

            I like the series. But I don’t get it why people, especially the moderator of the blog, were so interested with the lives of the elite Upper East Siders. Well, it’s fun to talk about them, but to ruin their lives just by talking about them, that’s a different story.

            I went to bed 5 pm in the evening.

            I was sleeping when Ed barged in my room and put my cellphone in my ear. “You have a call.” I absent-mindedly took it.

            “Hello?” I asked. I’m confused what language to use, whether tagalong or English. “Sino to?” I asked.

            “Regine, Regine, blah blah blah.” It’s a female voice. Not familiar. All female voices are the same in phone lines. Then, my phone went dead. I buried my face back in the pillow and went back to zzzzzzing.

            I wok up around 5 am. I can’t go back to sleep, so I just turned on the DVD and watched Gossip Girl. I’m fascinated with the clothes they wear. It urged me to shop more, which is not a good thing.

            More later, I have work tonight.

            Just got home from work. Let’s start the internet weekend. Kidding.

          Anyways, I’ve been busy for a while. I don’t come here often. I guess I was really affected with the-girl-who-never-shuts up’s nasty comments. It’s a good thing, because it just made me realize that I’ve been slacking off last month, and I’m now back on track.

Samedi:

            First game: Wellpoint versus Humana. Man. We lost. I didn’t get to play, but that was totally fine with me because the game was so crucial. I don’t want to be blamed so I’ rather be a benchwarmer. After the game, I played some ball with some of the Humana players.

            I saw Avi, and I said hi to her/him. She/he didn’t recognize me right away. Then, she/he squealed and exclaimed, “Oh! It’s you! How are you?” I was sort of surprised, because we’re not that close. Plus, when I went up to her/him, she/he held up her/his palms in front of her/him, and I slapped it. She/he gripped it and kissed both my cheeks. Yuck. Haha.  

            I played non-stop, even if I couldn’t breathe properly. I thought if I play, my cardiovascular strength will improve, but heck no. I played until one pm. When I felt tired, I decided to stop and take a shower in the girls’ locker. I ordered garlic bread from Greenwich and my favorite value meal from Jollibee.

        On my way out of the Metropolis, I saw these two guys. One of them smiled at me. I was a snob so I ignored him and kept on walking. Then, they started following me. Well, maybe because I was wearing a miniskirt that time, haha. But I glared at him, as if to say, “You wanna die?”

 Domenica:

          Life sucks. My computer wasn’t working. So, I was up until dawn tracing the pages of my coloring book. You know, we can’t find any copies from NBS.

          I woke up around afternoon, and Mom told me that she colored the pages I traced. Dang. I was up all night tracing, and she just colored when I fell asleep.

            Evening: I couldn’t take it anymore. I went out and asked for Macky’s help. Fortunately, the damage was not that serious. Actually, I was just so stupid. I removed the memory, but didn’t put it back properly, so processor can’t read it.

            Macky dropped by and checked my computer. Paul and Kuya Jay were right. I was stupid, it’s just the memory.

Martedi:                                 

            It’s pay day. As usual, Mom and I went shopping. I swore that I won’t go shopping this month, but when we got to Robinson’s I forgot my promise. Mom forgot her promise too. She helped me pick up my new night dress, and some other stuff. Then, I saw this sale in So-En, and I checked the dresses. I have all those designs, but in a different color. I tried the dresses on, and I planned to buy two; the red and the black. Mom saw it, and she totally disapproved. She pointed that it’ll look like I’m wearing the same dress, only, in different colors. I ignored her and still continued trying the dresses on.

            While I was trying on the dress, Mom yelled, “Anak! Look at this!” I put back my clothes on and went out of the fitting room.

            Gorgeous. It’s the prettiest and girliest dress I’ve ever seen in my whole life. I asked the attendant, “Do you have a size for me?” She said that there was, and she found it right away. I tried it on. Beautiful. The sleeves were pale yellow, the whole dress was olive green, with a matching yellow bow on the waist. I looked like a princess. I forgot about the So-En dresses. I dumped them back to dress rack and paid for the olive green dress. Wow. Thousand bucks. That’s the cost of the two dresses I ditched.

            After paying for the dress, we looked for a new coat and jacket. Oh my gosh. There’s hundred to choose from. I didn’t really know where to begin. Good thing, Mom was there to help me. We gathered eleven coats and jackets, narrowed the choices to five, and then, I picked two. I bought the fur-collared pink jacket and he fur-hemmed brown coat. They will go well with my clothes.

            I went to work early. I don’t know what’s up with Ate Jeanette. Her car was scratched by her enemy in the office so we always go to work early and hide the car in the farthest corner in the parking lot. Good thing Uncle Fred was so good in cleaning cars that he made the scratches disappear.

            So, I wasn’t moving that much all evening, because I’m afraid to wrinkle my dress. I didn’t even put my jacket; I just hung it on my shoulders, like what I saw in Rachel Zoe Project. You know, she doesn’t allow her clients to put on a coat because it’ll wrinkle the dress.

            Around midnight, AKA Chris Brown (I don’t really know his name) came up to me and asked me if I’m gonna watch his game. He said, “Ate, ate, nood ka ng game namin ha?” I wish I can tell him the truth that I wasn’t really planning to watch the game, I only said yes just to get rid of him. I don’t mind him being around, but I was on a call that time. Plus, he’s rubbing my jacket, saying, “huh, huh, huh, nood ka ha!” Okay fine, I told him, then he went away.

           Okay, I promised that I’ll watched is game, but I didn’t. I’m such a horrible person. Well, he wouldn’t know that I didn’t watch his game. I’ll ask his team mates what happened in the game before he comes in the office, so that I’ll have something to tell him about the game just in case he asks.

            There, I ditched his game, and my own game too. I went home  and slept.

Mercoledi:

            Went to the gym. I just used the tread mill.

            Basically, it’s my RDOT so I went to earlier than usual to get my break schedule. Anj told me that Sean was always looking for me. Hmm. Well, whenever I talk to him, he doesn’t say anything. Whatever.

            Why is this happening to me? I got sick when I feel really driven. I’m in the mood for going for the gold at my work, but then I caught cough and cold. I’m not really sure where, because I barely even go out. I feel exhausted as ever, though my mind is functioning really, and all I want to do is to go the office, do my job and get high scores. But I don’t think that’s possible.

            Anyways, I’m up early because I couldn’t sleep. I was up late last night tracing my coloring book to a parchment, because Mom can’t find me a new Disney Princess coloring book. Hmm, I wonder where they’ve gone.

            Yesterday morning, I arrived early, like as usual, but I stayed up until 7 am. Mom told about last Saturday evening, when I went to work, Gab, Boot and the other kids dropped by at our house. Gab was like, “Wow, it’s so clean!” The other kids were fascinated with my Disney Princess Portrait. Well, since they all love it, (me too), I’m planning to buy the other one. I’m so excited.

            I wasn’t able to go to the gym because I don’t feel that well. Ed Archiaga visited my brother. He said that he goes to the gym too, but in a different time. Well, it’s seems a fad here around the hood. I’m always alone, because Ryan (my brother) doesn’t want to go with me, and he wouldn’t budge, even if I begged him. His girlfriend, Alyssa, even encouraged him to go with me, but he wouldn’t do. Maybe, he has this bad habit of saying no to things when you see that you want it so badly. That is so like me.

            Last Sunday, I watched a documentary in GMA. It’s about people in Bangladesh, pouring out acid into other people’s faces. It’s horrifying. I know I mean, but I wouldn’t do that even to the person I most hate in the whole world, even to Arcel. Connie Sison visited a hospital, wherein they take care of the acid victims. There’s this one acid victim; she’s a girl, and two years ago, someone proposed to her and to her parents, but they refused, so the guy poured acid on her face. Oh my gosh. That’s so mean. Well, if I were her, I’ll get some acid too and do the same to the guys.

ACID CASES IN THE DOCUMENTARY:

1.)   A housewife that couldn’t pay dowry to her husband. Her husband poured acid on her face. Geez. That’s just so mean. That husband should be killed. He did that to his wife, whom he married and vowed to love for thick and for thin. That man is crazy.

2.)   A little girl whose dad expects him to be a baby boy. She was a born a girl, and her father was so disappointed that he poured acid into her when she was three months old. Again, that’s crazy. It’s not her fault that she’s a girl, right? That’s not really fair.

3.)   The girl who turned down her admirer’s proposal.

4.)   The girl whose boyfriend has a psycho ex. That psycho did that to her, while she’s sleeping.

There were a lot more. Connie Sison entered a ward full of acid victims. That

didn’t really look like a hospital because it’s so dirty. Most of the victims were kids. They showed this naked little girl, who was crying in agony, and her father was yelling at her, telling her to shut up. That made me cry. Connie Sison cried.

            Philippines is a third world country, but I didn’t see or hear anything like that here. Yes, there were a lot of poor people, but poverty didn’t drive them to that point.

            Wow. It’s been a long time.

            Mom got back last week from her fancy vacation, and she excitedly told me about it. She told me about our relatives, though I haven’t met most of them in my entire life. I was happy for her, because she saw her old friends and cousins.

            She asked me about the concert, and I went, ‘It’s fine, the fireworks were great, David and David sang, and there’s a lot of people,” which was indeed true, but I left out the fact that I was actually outside and I didn’t get in because my ticket was with Jeni. I rehearsed that line before she gets home, and thank goodness that she didn’t notice. Plus, I removed the Harry Potter poster from the back of my bedroom door and replaced it with David Cook slash Archuleta.

            But she was like, “Why aren’t you that excited? Usually, you tell me about it, like what happened in Boyce Avenue.” I just smiled and continued tapping on the piano, practicing the undying “Apologize” by One Republic. Oh crap.

            So, after the concert, I received texts from Jeni, inviting me to our peer’s get together and all, but I ignored her because I don’t actually feel like talking to her yet. It’s not that I’m gonna stay cold forever with her, but I’m not just ready to bring up the subject yet, so as much as possible, I stay away from texting or communicating with her yet.

            I bought “Remember Me” by Sophie Kinsella, and I finished reading it already. I wasn’t good as her first novels, but it’s really entertaining.

“REMEMBER ME”

            Lexi Smart thinks that she’s the unluckiest girl in the universe. She’s dating Loser Dave, who’s not as much as a girl would like as a boyfriend, people calls her Snaggletooth, she’s chubby, her jobs sucks and she didn’t the yearly bonus because she missed the tenureship cut-off period.

            One night before the funeral of her dad, she went out with her friends, and she fell.

            When she woke up, she’s lying in a hospital, and she’s a different person. She’s the same Lexi Smart, but her body was toned, she’s the director of her department, and she’s married to a gorgeous husband, and she supposedly had a car accident.

            It turned out that she lost her three years of memory, and she spent her whole time in the book figuring what happened during the three years.

            The book was good, though it can’t be lined up with my favorites. It’s entertainingly funny, and it’s highly recommended for people like Peer. J

            When I bought the book, I bought a Disney Princess coloring book too. I took the coloring book with me wherever I go, and I subconsciously inverted my attention from being cold with Jeni, and it distracted me from my Kill Arcel Death Mission.

            So, for the past few days, I’m busy working on my Disney Princess coloring book. Everyone in the office thinks that it was funny, seeing a five-foot eight and a half inches, 180 lbs girl like me concentrating on a coloring book. Ah well, instead of spending my time annihilating Arcel, I’d rather sit down in my desk and color my Disney Princess coloring book, because it’s more relaxing.

            Plus, my stats are getting better, my break adherence improved. I’m really serious about hitting the incentives. That stupid girl who called me names obviously helped a lot. It pushed me to better in my performance. She’ll see. Anyways, I don’t have to prove anything, because I know that I’m good, seriously. Well, it’s me who my team mates ask when they have problems with their calls, not her. I’m the one who reset their passwords, and give out forms, not her. That just means that I’m the better team mate.

            I couldn’t say that I’m not affected. In fact, I am, but I’m using my angst towards her in a positive way. I can’t wait to see the score card tomorrow.

            And I’m back on track in the gym. Yay! But unfortunately, the old crowd wasn’t there anymore, so I’m forced to work out alone. There’s this guy who made “pansin”, so he’d be a possible friend. I wish Mark can come and work out with me. Speaking of Mark, saw him the other day, and we went to the office together. Actually, we planned to go jogging tomorrow, but I don’t think that’s possible because it’s raining cats and dogs.

            I told Mark about the disastrous concert, and he was like, “Oh shit! Son of a bitch!” I explained to him that she’s a good friend; she’s just obsessed with David Archuleta. Oops, he didn’t call Jeni “SOB”, it’s just his expression. Well, it’s fun to be with him, because when he imagines, he includes me and Krissie. Like the other time we went jogging, he said he hopes that in the future, we can all live in La Joya, and we’d be neighbors, we all have cars, and we’ll go jogging everyday with Kitchie the Dog. (Sigh)

Lunedi:

            It’s Memorial Day in the US, and it’s a holiday. It’s skeletal, and I was one of the rep who were asked to come to work. Then, an outage occurs, and every pharmacy in the US started calling around nine in the evening, and we were told to tell them to reprocess after an hour. So, we’ve been telling people to reprocess after an hour, for like, five hours. Then, this guy named Bill reached me. Not the best person to talk to when you’re feeling shutting up. He doesn’t wanna be transferred somewhere, and he didn’t give me the chance to explain. He was yelling at me, and I got so intimidated that I cried. That’s weird, I think. I cry over simplest things in life, while I take serious things like jokes.

            Last payday, I went to the mall with Mom. We’re like Becky and Minnie, except that Becky is forty-seven, and Minnie is twenty. Shopaholimaniacs. Haha. We went to NBS to get a new coloring book, because I already used up all the pages of my Disney Princess coloring book.

            I bought another Disney Princess Coloring Book featuring Jasmine from the Disney movie, Aladdin. I also bought new crayons, and glittery pens, just in case I need to color some jewelry in my new coloring book. Then, I saw this character poster again. I planned to buy that poster before, I just forgot.

            Mom said not to buy the poster if I don’t have a frame, because it’ll end up dirty like my Harry Potter poster. Unfortunately, they don’t sell portrait frames as big as the poster, so we left NBS and started looking for 20 inches by 30 inches frame. We spent the rest of the afternoon hunting for the frame, and finally, we found in Homeworld. After I paid a “dear” price, I had them put the poster inside the frame. I left Mom with the crew and tried on some dresses in “Expecting”. I’m not expecting, but honestly, I look like I’m expecting a baby. There’s this red dress that I fell in love with, so I tried it on, and showed Mom. She said it’s not good on me, so I didn’t buy it. Then, I saw the gray version, so I tried it on. But Mom disapproved again, so I didn’t get to buy it.

            While I was trying on the dress, Mom exclaimed outside of the fitting room, “Anak, tingnan mo, ang ganda!” She was referring to my poster, which now looked like a classic, expensive portrait of the Disney Princesses. I peeped out of the fitting room, and people were looking at it, including the children. The salesgirls were admiring it that they forgot about me.

            It was awesome. I forgot about buying the dress. I put on my clothes and dumped the dress back to the salesgirl’s arms. I wanna go home because I was excited to put the Disney Princess portrait n my bedroom wall. Before we went home, I bought the Jo Bro back issue magazine from SM. Honestly, I don’t get it why girls love Jo Bro. Well, maybe it’s the same thing we had for Jesse McCartney when Jeni, Yin and I were in high school.

            We went home, and we excitedly put on the portrait. It’s magnificent! We put it up in the living room, because if we put it in the bedroom, nobody will see it, except when they actually go inside the bedroom.

            I went to work, as always, with my coloring book with me. All of a sudden, I stopped looking weird, when I color. Maybe, people realized that it’s not weird after all. Actually, some of my officemates approach and ask me if they can color my book. I always say yes, but when I give the color book to them, they just walk away and say, “I’ll do that later.”

            As for Anj and her “kumareng” resline reps, as usual, they’re still chatting everytime she calls. I don’t call that much because I believe that it slows down my AHT, and it’ll affect my performance.

            By the way, we had seating arrangements. I’m not sure if the girl who never shuts up has to do something with it, because she hogged all my friends in her direction. Whatever. I’m a natural loner. I can actually stand being alone, I like it, and I’m used to it. Plus, they’re my friends. They won’t pick sides. I’m not worried at all.

            It’s just funny how she keeps everyone away from me. She thought that if she keep them close, and be friends with them, they’d turn their back on me. Uh-uh. No. I’m not saying that I’m a good person. I just know how to play politics.

            Anyways, Anj was right. That girl who never shuts up is just jealous because I can do whatever I like, buy whatever I wanna buy, and my family is very supportive, unlike her, who can’t do whatever she wants, because she’s tied into something, like her sadistic boyfriend and their kid.

            Sometimes, I really feel sorry for her, because she’s with someone who doesn’t love her, though that person claims he does love her. Well, would you beat up to death someone you love, and, who is, by the way, pregnant? Nuff said.

            So there. This, I’m tied up in the office, and when I go home, I go to bed directly so that I can wake up in time to go to the gym.

Mercoledi:

            Last week, I planned to go out with Janice, and her friend Meryl. Honestly, I plan going out with friends, but mostly, I cancel up to the last minute, because I’m just lazy to go out. I’d rather stay home and color my coloring book.

            But I couldn’t do that to Janice, because I promised. So, we met up in Robinsons Manila. We walked for a couple of minutes, browsed the stores, and then we met her two friends, Meryl and Jessa. Honestly, I imagine Meryl like a typical southern bell. But when I saw her in person (we know each other, and we texted but I haven’t actually saw her in person yet) she’s a cool girl. I like her. The other girl, Jessa, was tall and very pretty. She reminded me of someone famous but I forgot the name.

            So, we went to Cowboy Grill, and that’s around 7:30 in the evening. There were only few people, so I was at home. We sat down in a table, farthest from the speakers, because I don’t feel like hearing much noise. There’s a live band already playing. Man, they’re playing 80s. Yikes.

            We chatted, I get to know the two girls, and I was kidding Janice that she’s engaged to her Dutch crew mate, Thijs. The two girls believed me, though I was totally joking.

            I had pizza and ice tea. To tell you the truth, I was hungry, and I was expecting us to eat heavy dinner first somewhere at Robinsons.

            The girls ordered martini and tequila. As usual, I refused to drink, because I don’t really like to drink. It’s not that I’m religious or something, I just don’t like it. Thank goodness, none of the girls smokes. I was relieved. We started drinking, they had martini and tequila, while I chugged iced tea. They were like, “Oh, you’re so juvenile.” Yeah right, and I’m proud of it. Mom doesn’t like me drinking, and I can prove that I can be trusted even if she’s not around.

            People started to arrive. I changed my mind about going home early. I sent a text to Ed that I’d spent the rest of the evening with my friends, and he told Mom. It’s a cool place, all in all, just ignore the smoke.

            Around nine pm, there’s this bunch of pretty girls who look like Pussycat Dolls arrived and took the table near the bar. Though they’re really pretty, I could tell that there’s something wrong. Ah, the Adam’s Apple. They’re gays. Yikes. Nonetheless, they were the center of attention.

            The pussycat gays were followed by juvenile delinquents. Well, I thought they were. Those look like they just stepped out from highschool, removed their highschool uniforms and went their. Later on, I heard that they were marines like Janice, and one of them was a lieutenant already. Impressive.

            Then, there’s this bunch of Turks. Seriously, what’s up with the tight shirts? Okay, I understand that those were Armani shirts, but do they really have to dress similarly, like a boyband? Whatever. In fairness, one of the looks like Nate Archibald, minus the muscles.

            Around eleven, this tall white, handsome dude arrived. He’s alone, so he shared a table with these two old ladies, who dressed as if they’re Pussycat Doll. Yikes. I saw that they shook hands, and they started to talk. I think the three girls I was with were checking out people too. Whenever I was looking to someone, I catch Meryl’s eye, and we will both laugh.

            I had a great time with the three, and I realized that being out sometime wasn’t that bad after all, as long as you don’t do wrong things. The 80’s band stopped playing, and they were replaced by this metal-rock band. I’m no fan of growling singers, but he was good. He did a Michael Jackson impersonation, and it was so funny. After the metal-rock band, an RnB band performed. That’s when the people danced. Since I was “juvenile” and very shy, I stayed on the table while the three danced. I checked out the people in the dance floor, from afar. The Pussycat Gays were doing there thing. I can do better than that! I told myself. Just wait.

            The white dude was a silly dancer. Ew. I was laughing so hard that time. Please, somebody tell him that he was a bad dancer. I thought he was joking, but he danced like that all the time. Yikes.

            After the dance showdown, my girls went back to our table. Janice said that her tipsiness went away.

            We talked for a couple of hours. I realized that Jessa looked so familiar because she looks like Adriana Lima. You know, the Brazilian model.

            Meryl started me how sexy I am. Well, thank you. Maybe, it’s because of the clothes I was wearing that time. Honestly, I didn’t actually make an effort to dress up. I slipped on a skirt for Red girl, and matched it with a hooded shirt, from red girl to. It’s cotton, so it’s was comfortable. It’s really casual, and that’s the kind of clothes I wear during regular days. Well, if I knew that there will be Pussycat Gays there, I should’ve dressed up a little skimpier to compete. Ha. Whatever you put on me will be skimpy because I’m big.

            We danced. I don’t know how I looked like, but I was sure that people can see my underwear, because the skirt I was wearing was soft and flowy that it flapped whenever I move. Good thing, I wore shorts for underwear. Ha. That’s my first, and it wasn’t that bad after all. Like what I’ve said earlier, I can do better than the Pussycat Gays, so I danced beside the one who was wearing a cute little dress, and had a showdown. Man, that shaven mustache was really disturbing. That Pussycat Gay looked like a goddess from afar, so you better stay far because she’s a nightmare in close up, with those collagen nose and lips, with matching mustache.

            After we danced, we went back to our table. Everyone was so tired, so we called it a wrap. I had fun, to tell you the truth. I hugged the girls before I went home. I took a cab and went home.

            I don’t smell good, so I took a bath when I got home. Well, I smelled like smoke, and I don’t like it, so I spend an hour and a half scrubbing myself. Then, I went to bed around five in the morning.

Giovedi:

            I couldn’t sleep because my tummy hurts. Maybe I had too much iced tea. Well, iced tea is better than alcohol. I thought about going to the hospital, because I suspected that it was ulcer. Good thing it went away and I was able to sleep. I went to the gym later that day.

Samedi:

            Tita Rich’s and her girls’ farewell party. I have a regular shift so I stayed home and completed my 8 and a half hour of sleep. They stayed at Auntie Nene’s house, so that’s where the party was. Mom and the boys left me at our house, and I slept until half past three, and went to the gym. As usual, it’s boring there.

            After hitting the gym, I dressed up for work. It was raining heavily and I wasn’t in the mood to wear fab shoes, so I wore slippers. I paired it with my green and blue printed dress. You know, the one who looks as if I’m pregnant. I went to Auntie Nene’s house, because Mom didn’t cook any dinner. She told me to drop by and eat dinner there, instead.

            The household was merry, because we’re complete. Well, except for Ate She because she eloped with her boyfriend. The kids were noisy, and the adults were talking to themselves, and let there kids loose. If you really count my little cousins, nieces and nephews, you can put up a school.

            I had rice and longganisa for dinner. My relatives were like, “Oh, you’re so big!” Geez. Do they really need to rub that to my face? z. o  Do they songganisa for dinner. My relatives were like, “lts were talking to themselves, and let there kids loose. If you

            After dinner, I sat in the couch, and Gab joined me. She asked me if I remember being a flower girl in her mom and dad’s wedding. I said of course, because it’s the only wedding I attended that I was a flower girl. You know, people don’t really like making me a flower girl in their weddings because I was a big kid then. I showed Gab my coloring book. I thought that she’s gonna be excited because she likes Disney Princess. Well, few years ago, we used to play Barbie, build up Disneyland out of her Legos and watch Disney movies all the time. But she wasn’t excited. She was like, “Oh okay.” Maybe, she’s in the phase wherein teens have a crush on a celebrity, like a Jo Bro or someone.

            Gab mentioned that boys freak her out. I was like, “Not only you. Me too.” Haha. She asked me if I have a boyfriend, and I wasn’t on the mood to chat about it, so I quickly changed the topic. I was like, “No, how about you? Have you read Twilight?”

            Then she started telling me how kids in her school (back in Canada) were obsessed with Twilight. She asked me if I like it. I said that I didn’t like it because it’s cheesy. You know, I’m so over teenage romance. I told Gab that I didn’t even buy the book, because I think that I won’t like it, and I get to read it because I borrowed it from my officemate, and I lost the book. She started laughing at that. I swear, she’s my second favorite cousin, next to Jay-jay, because she’s so smart. You can never find a thirteen-year old who knows Edward Cullen though they never seen Twilight the movie or read the book.

            Everyone calls Gab “the next me” because she was so tall. Well, I hope that she grows as tall as I am, and don’t gain weight. But it’s funny that she’s darker than me. I thought people that live in cold countries have lighter skin. 

            Later on that evening, Aldrin joined us. Aldrin was very shy around Gab because, according to him, his English wasn’t that good. I disagree. I heard him speaking English, and it was okay. Then, Ed sat with us. They started joking around, so Gab and I laughed our asses off.

            The kids were fascinated with my blue green dress, and they were pulling it. I guess they were curious if I was wearing underwear or not. I really had fun talking to my cousins. But then, I gotta go to work. Man.

            I hugged and said goodbye to everyone, especially, Danielle, Gabby, Tita Rich and Mom. Well, Boot, Gab and Tita Rich will be going back to Canada and God knows when are they gonna come back again. As for Mom, well, I always do that. I always hug and kiss her before I actually go to work.

            So there, I went to work, and it was fine. Haha.

Domenica:

            I watched Gossip Girl when I got home. Seriously, why does everyone dates everyone? Hello? There are a lot of people in NYC! I understand that Lonely Boy is hot, but does he really have date every girl in town, including a teacher?

            Plus, I don’t get it why people think that Serena is the bomb. I have nothing against blondes, but duh? Shaina Magdayao is prettier than her.

            My head is pounding with headache. It’s not that I was drunk last night or something, because I don’t drink, in the first place. Haha. Tell you later why.

            So okay, I was deeply affected with The Girl Who Never Shuts Up. She called me “pig”, and you know me; if there’s something that can hurt me, that’s it. Call me ugly, it’s okay. Call me stupid, it’s okay. But never call me “pig”. So, I’m determine to lose weight again. I did it last year, and I know that I can do it again. I’ll show her.

            By the way, she’s sticking with Anj and Jess because she doesn’t have friends anymore. With an attitude like that, nobody will ever like to be friends with. I thought she changed, you know.

            Last Friday, Anj waited for me, and she waited for Anj. I let them wait for like, 30-40 minutes, and I was just coloring the big butterfly, after shift. She gave up and said, “Mauna na ako, hindi ko na kayang mag-hintay.” Ahem. Who told her to wait? Anj and I go home together after shift, and when she lost Angela, it took a long time before she started joining us. So, she’s the “sabet”.

            I kept my temper for the rest of the week, and did nothing. I patiently kept quiet whenever I hear her complain about her boyfriend or anything under the sun. She’s a constant whiner, you know. Or I tried not to listen at all and kept myself busy drawing butterflies.

Domenica:

            I stayed home all day. I’m not the mall or church person, you know. I watched Underworld: Rise of the Lycans.

            I understood the Lycans why they were like that in Underworld I and II. They were treated badly by vampires.

            Well the movie showed the origins of the Lycans, and the love story of Lucian and Sonja. I thought Kate Beckinsale would play Sonia. Never mind. Sonia was Victor’s daughter, and she’s in love with Lucian, a Lycan. Lycans are like second-rate, citizens. Well, slaves, more likely. They have shackles in their necks that prevent them from transforming to a complete werewolf. Werewolves are a different story.

            So, Sonia and Lucian had sex, and she got pregnant. Her father knew, so she was sentenced to death. Yikes. Victor was suspecting about them, and for confirmation, he bit Sonia’s neck and saw the visions of Sonia having sex with Lucian. Oh dear. It’s so unrealistic. It’s like a flash drive, DVD or memory card. Haha

            Sonia was burned at stake in front of Lucian. Well, not exactly burned at stake, because no one lit a fire. They exposed her in the sun. That’s so mean.

            Werewolves and Lycans rescued Lucian, and bloody fight erupts. That’s the start of Lycan-Vampire Saga. The continuation of the story is in the first movie. Lucian grew old and bitter, and he hunts down every vampire.

Lunedi:

            I went jogging with Mark. I really missed him. I look forward to go jogging with him again next week. We just lasted one lap, because it’s been a long time since we did that. Plus, I gained weight.

            We went home, and we rank Gatorade on our way back. He said that I lost weight. Really? That’s just one run. Haha. We bought pan de sal from the bakery and went home.

            I went to work later in the evening, and I swear, really miss Dad’s driving. It’s not that Ate Nette’s driving was bad, but I couldn’t really go to sleep with her driving. Plus, we always get a hard time parking the car. Newbie. Haha.

            That’s the shift I enjoyed so much. It’s not that I antagonized The Girl Who Never Shuts Up, but it’s quite a short shift. Plus my stats are really, really good. I told James that the stats were posted everyday in the bulletin board, and he was like, “I know. And I’m proud of us,” and offered a slap, which I generously took. You know, there’s no really competition between me and James. We’re the top agents when it comes to quality and stats, I just have attendance issue and attitude problem. Come on, I’m still young. I’m learning, and I make mistakes. Gimme a break.

            Before I went home, Allen swapped shifts with me, but just for the next day’s shift, because she has somewhere to go. I agreed, because I sensed that I’ll need her help someday.

Martedi:

            Woke up very early. I received a text from Jeni, saying that there’s a meet and greet with Archie in SM Mall of Asia. I called her and said that I’ll come. Whohoo. I got really excited, and I couldn’t sleep. I just went to SM Molino to buy Sophie Kinsella’s “Remember Me” and a Disney Princesses Coloring Book.

            I went to work that night, and as usual, we had a hard time parking again. Ate Nette and I almost ran late.

            I went to my station to check something and I didn’t saw Allen. She’s late, I told myself. I told workforce to cancel the swapping because I’ll just log in if she’s not coming. Turned out that she’s late. I went upstairs and watched Disney Channel.

            I logged in at two. At the middle of the shift, TL gave us the QA pages, and I took it. I had the first look, and I put it down in my desk because I have a call. Anj borrowed it, and I told her to return it to me. She did, but she borrowed it again, because the girl who never shuts up told her to, and I was like, “Inutusan mo pa si Anj.” And The Girl Who Never Shuts Up said something, like her normal, cowardly “dakdak”.

            “If you have something to say, be brave and say it front of me, you coward.” I blurted out.

            “Wag mo nga ako kausapin, baboy.” Then I lost my temper. I just jumped out and dived, just like what I usually do in my volleyball games, and grabbed her hair, yanked it with all my might. As in. She’s in shock. I was in ACW mode, and I was wearing my headset, so I couldn’t really get up and attack her. Jess saw the whole thing, and she tried to stop me, but like me, she couldn’t really leave her station.

            The Girl Who Never Shuts Up pretended to be calm, but deep inside, I think she wanted to cry. She called me names, and I decided to keep it down, and slay her outside the office later. And then, I just realized that I was in trouble. That’s bound for termination. I don’t care. If they do that, I’ll really get back to Arcel, because I don’t have a job to lose anymore. She’ll suffer so much.

            Everything went back to normal, after my assault. As usual, I still have the lowest AHT at the end of the day, Paulo told me. Haha. 197! Can you imagine that? Even James can’t beat that.

            I talked to Sean. He’s very nice, and I told him that I’ll miss him and his mates, because I’m moving to a different schedule. Whenever I call resline today, It’s always him who answer. But I don’t call because I just wanted to, I call because I needed some serious help, and he was so nice that he helped me over. Carl asked me if Sean and I kissed. Ew. Anyways, at least, I’m able to talk to him without being shy. Anj told me earlier that when she called Sean, he asked for me. J

            I went home, and took a shower. I was frantic that I wouldn’t make it to the meet and greet so I hurried up.

            I arrived in MOA around three, and I met Jeni at the venue entrance. Oh my gosh, she cut her hair. And lost her mind.

            We went in, and had a seat. All she had to say was, “David is this, David is that.” Hello, this is me! Aren’t you gonna hug me? Aren’t you excited to see me again? She completely lost her mind, but in a good way. Plus, people call her “Feeshda” or “Fish”. I realized that it was her nickname in the site. Well, I joined the site too, but I was never active.

            To tell you the truth, I’m so sick of David Archuleta and his annoying cuteness. I came to MOA, because I was curious to see what he looks like in person. And I was secretly hoping that I’d see David Cook too.

            There you go, David Archuleta. His fans were all dressed up. Maybe they think that they will really get to have a picture with David. Me too, though I didn’t make an effort to wear something impressive like make up, high heels or a cute little dress. I was just in black Red Girl hooded shirt and miniskirt, with matching ankle-strapped, Mary Jane Skechers.

            The fans I was with were really die-hard. They were screaming at the top of their lungs, even though David can’t hear them. Kids, you know. I smiled, thinking that they’re really funny, sat back and drank Gatorade. I couldn’t really talk to Jeni, because whenever I do, all things that come out from her mouth were about David Archuleta.

            Plus, they played the songs from David’s album, and we’re sitting in front of the speakers, so that contributed to my head ache. Oh Jesus. Boys from Magic 89.9’s Boys Night Out were the hosts. I recognized Sam Y G. Actually, I’ve been checking him out in magazines, because he’s my type, you know. They’re really funny.

            They’re joking about David, and they gathered questions for David from the fans. One of the questions were, “Who are David’s influence in music?” or something like that, and Slick Rick answered, “It’s Lito Camo and Manny Pacqiuao.”

            Whenever they say David’s name, fans screamed. Oh gosh.

            After three whole hours of waiting, David finally came out. He’s so white. Immaculately white, like Virgin Mary. Yuck. He looks way better in his pictures, to be honest. J

            The fans said that he’s five feet seven inches. No way. I’m five feet eight inches, and from far away, I bet he’s like, 5’4 or 5’5. He’s just a boy. One of the Archie fans, the girl who’s sitting on the chair in front of me cried. I guess her lifelong dream was fulfilled, which was seeing David’s boyish grin, while he enthusiastically waves at his fans.

            I checked on Jeni. She was screaming her lungs out to death. The Jeni I know was demure. On my right side, the girls were screaming too. Whenever David says something, fans scream. Actually, one of the hosts pointed that out, and but the fans didn’t pay any attention to them, as if the three of them don’t exist.

            Somebody even passed out. I think that’s the girl in full make up, who was wearing a powder blue blouse and a pencil skirt with matching stiletto pumps. She looked sophisticated, like a flight attendant that I see in the movies. Haha. That’s so funny. David said few words in Tagalog, like “Mahal kita” and “Salamat po” and crowd went wild with cheering. It’s as if baby David was just learning how to talk.

            One of the hosts asked David, “What do you wanna say?” And David answered, “Thanks for coming blah blah blah I invite you guys to watch my concert with David Cook blah blah blah blah the tickets are available in the blah blah blah blah, salamat po!”

            Screams, applauses and cheers erupted from the crowd. And then, he has to go. That’s it.

            That’s it. And all of that happened only in five minutes. No kidding. The passing out, all the crying, and David’s boyish grin, that all happened in five, whole minutes.

            I was so disappointed. Like what I’ve said, I’m not a die-hard fan, but to the fact that I traveled a long way from my office in Alabang, to my home in Cavite, and then in MOA, that’s just a bummer. I thought, I’m gonna see him, like, for thirty minutes, or so. I practiced my smile at home because I thought I’ll have the chance to have a picture with him, and I want to look good in the picture too.

            I should’ve suspected that he wasn’t there to sing, or to sign autographs, because there’s no table or chair for him to sit down in the stage. He doesn’t even have his own mic, and he has to share with the hosts. Man.

            I saw Jomari Yllana, wearing sunglasses, with his arms crossed in his chest and an evil grin in his face, looking very satisfied, while David was in the stage, as if to say, “He-he, crowd’s digging him, more people will come to the concert. My brilliant marketing strategy worked. I should’ve added more titanium seats.” You suck, dude. You said, it’s “meet-and-greet”, but it’s more likely a “stare-and-cheer”. Maybe, Jomari doesn’t really know the meaning of “meet-and-greet”, because his English vocabulary is limited. Whatever.

            Someone said, “Nung ni-interview si Jomari kung ano ang plano niya, sabi niya, hindi pa niya alam, kasi, hanggang ngayon, gumagastos pa siya.” J

            Fearless Production sucks. Actually, I wouldn’t really know that David will go here if not because of the dedicated fans. I knew that he’s coming before they announced it on TV or even promoted it in media because Jeni told me. Haha. We’re the first one to buy the tickets, in fact. I could say that the concert wasn’t properly promoted, because until now, they’re still selling tickets, which means the seats weren’t all sold out yet. Very amateurish.

            David was gone, but the fans couldn’t seem to move on. They went up in the stage, to take pictures of David’s giant poster and worshipped him. I wanted to tell them, “Hey, you guys should kneel down.”

            Archufans stayed behiud, and Jeni started handing out the Archu-shirts. That’s a good business, I think. I was so tired that I just sat down while watching the fans worship David’s giant poster. Then, to girls approached Jeni, and asked if they can buy shirts. Well, too bad, it had to be ordered through email.

            I had a chat with the two girls, and they told me that the event sucked, compared to other concerts that they had been before. Well, I can’t tell the difference, since I don’t go to mall shows like that, except to Boyce Avenue show. Haha. Their names were Angel and Winy (I hope I spelled it right). Angel told me that I looked familiar. I don’t know. Haha. I haven’t been on TV before, since I’m camera shy. I don’t have sex videos either.

            “Nag-hahabol ka ba sa mga artista?” She asked?

            I stared at her, looking puzzled. I wanted to say, “You mean a stalker?”

            “No,” I answered. “This is my second mall show. I went to Boyce Avenue’s.”

            Then, I went low-bat. I don’t have energy so I sat there, patiently waiting for Jeni. One by one, the Archu-fans left, until there’s none of them. I felt like eating pizza, but I don’t wanna wait long so we went to Greenwich. I ordered fried chicken, rice, pizza and garlic bread. Jeni wanted the same, because she couldn’t think clearly yet, because she’s still awestruck with the sight of David. She said that David’s skin was glowing. I said that he’s pale, because he doesn’t go outside to play, like the other kids. All he does is to practice piano and sing.

            I made a real effort to stray the topic away from Archie, because I had enough Archie for the day. No more, it’s enough.

            After dinner, we went to the ladies’ room. We strolled around the mall, and I bought Meg (current issue) and some doughnuts. We’re so tired, so we just called it a day.

            When I arrived home, I just washed and went off to bed.

            Speaking of Archie, I just saw him in Eat Bulaga, with the same screaming, stalking fans. I bet Jeni was there, because I saw her fellow archie-fan. The girl who was wearing white archu-shirt yesterday was on tv, and she’s wearing the same thing. Yikes.

            More later.