The Glamarazzi

My friend Tin calls seeing a crush twice in a row an omen. I think it’s an Om for omnipotent. I don’t know but I think being with my friends three nights in a row might mean something is going to happen that will change the status quo sooner or later.

We were together last Sunday for dinner when Tin announced that she will be leaving next week to take the bar exams in Manila. Anton’s headed for UK, too, which signifies the only person that I call family here in Cebu is again off to sally for a year to work. Xenia was worried that we’ll be the only ones left here but I said that it is just an invitation for more people to incorporate into the circle.

Then the Player arrived early Monday morning and I was thirty minutes late when I got to the airport. We were both wearing the same plain white shirt and carrying the same white Styrofoam mug of coffee when we saw each other. I couldn’t help but laugh at the om. And wait. There’s more. Two days he was born after an ex’s birthday –1985. Cancer. Eldest among three brothers. Sounds family?

And this guy hates the way I dress. This guy hates me going out all the time. This is a disaster hahah.

My friends don’t seem to think so. Everyone was at Krua Thai last Monday night to heat the seat for the boy and the grilling part stopped one hour they decided he was tolerable.

“Tin! I have good dibs on this one.” Xenia told me. She never likes anybody. Tessa was being her bitchy self when she asked him, “What did you see in her?”

“The same thing that you see in her and decided that you’ll be friends,” was what he answered. I stopped counting the times I went Aww after that. He even stumped Anton when he told him what he observed about Tessa. “I think she’s self-centered and doesn’t want anyone competing against her.” Haha! He got a high five for that.

I think I must have done something right when the Player commented, “Your friends really love you. They’d really go out of their way to meet me and indirectly say they’d chop my balls off if I fool around.”

Well, consider those balls chopped anyway cause dating me will hurt me. Women are masochists, I hate to admit. We just have a hard time deciding who’s worth the excruciation. But if I’m not stressed, it means the stress is not worth it.

This is stress-free.

 Good om versus bad oms doesn’t really equate to anything unless you’ll constantly try to compare the other and justify every instance as any of the oms. So far, everything’s going too well it’s starting to scare me and I’m running out of nails to bite. Sometimes just when everything is heading straight to some direction and you’re suddenly so focused and the entire universe is conspiring to make everything work for you you cannot help but raise a threaded eyebrow and ask what’s the catch?

Whatever it is, let them keep coming. Burring it owwwn. (pictures to follow)