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m starting a new 8am to 5pm schedule this week which means new teammates, a new supervisor, and a new body clock. Crazy, crazy not to mention the traffic at Gorordo Avenue at 7am! I’m seeing normal people I must be hallucinating. And I need to take off the shade on my windows to block out sunlight no more. At the pretext of being in the normal time zone, I will still be forever the nocturnal indulgephile that kowtows to the nightlife, silog meals at 3am and Starbucks at 5am.

There was a farewell party at my teammate Ciara’s house Saturday night and everybody didn’t notice I came late because the men were pretty much hammered and the girls were trying hard to get a last minute attempt to seduce my former supervisor.

The Diva Macky Fedora’d

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Last Post on Exes [promise]

Whoever said the world is small must be thinking of Banilad Town Center.

My teammates and I were out for pizza and smoking outside Yellow Cab Thursday night when I saw Eman, my friend Jill’s ex-boyfriend. They had a bad breakup [note: understatement] so I spared him the awkwardness of running into me by hurriedly putting off my cigarette and was about to run inside the restaurant when,

E: “Tin!”

Oh, shit. Xet. Siyet.

T: “Oh, hhhii.” I said after turning around and he was suddenly infrannnamee!

E:“Musta? Heard from Jill lately?” That please-tell-me-more-I’ll-buy-you-coffee look. Pained. Iskeri.

I shook my head. “No, sorry. I h-have to go.”

*beso*

My worst fears came to fruition: seeing friend’s exes and getting all awkward that bordered on panicky. There is always that hide and seek challenge where someone attempts to steer clear of the other and still end bumping each other. The hitch was not knowing what to react and not knowing what to say because you’d end up thinking you could just have had shut your mouth. You sometimes cannot even think of a suitable topic to talk about because your friend might be the only thing you both have in common. Whenever I see my friends’ exes all the time, none of them ever walked away and not ask me how they were. I guess that means I’m the one playing the hiding game. [Yes, the Babyface and the What If song echoing] Come on, these guys were great. Cute. Fun. Smart and very nice. They could have ended up together. But because… tsk tsk. These exes should be shipped to another island where they all co-habit together and not bother the has beens anymore.

That same night at BTC, as if it couldn’t get any worse, I saw D’s friend Jan, the huge football player who also helped with my ‘K’. He saw me and played my hiding game. *Snicker*.

So my turn to go, “Jan!”

…and his turn to smile sheepishly and say, “Hey.”

T: “Who’re you with?”

J: “Um, D.”

Xet. Wrong question. Bad answer.

T: “Okay, see you around.”

[Not singing Reunited anytime soon.. haha] Nothing is going to forklift anyone out of that situation. And there’s this thing about my exes’ friends that I’d love to keep being friends with. Because we were so close we didn’t find the need to invite my exboyfriend whenever we hung out. Can we keep those friends?

Your exes, your friends’ exes, your exes’ friends. Ismol world.

[not singing anymore.. ]

Oh wait. I take that back. Ship all my boyfriend’s exes to another planet. Just them :evilgrin: I got this from Helga on Ex-girlfriends. Building Planet X soon.

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Whooz Yer Daddy!

He could just have had any sexual relationship with anyone. Any woman could just have claimed James Yap as the father of her baby or deny it.

Would you deny having sex with him?

Poor Kris. Listen to Oprah and read this. Idol ko pa naman siya. I recently found out my teammate is pregnant. When asked who’s the daddy – without hesitation, “James Yap!”

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