An Omen In July

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)

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your mama's boy

Last Saturday night was so so and ho-hum because I was just really antsy for Sunday to arrive because the Player will be arriving in Manila. I told everybody to retire at 3 am because I need my beauty sleep. I have to in Mactan Airport in six hours and I already took care of getting gawsy’s car for the day. He suddenly texted that his flight is not until 6am Monday morning. Not ready to advocate the bullets stored in my virtual gun, I almost flew all the way to Manila to shoot him. His mom took care of his tickets and asked him to ask me if the flight changes were okay. Who says, “No, I’m sorry it’s not okay.” to someone’s mom?

Just my luck to be stuck with a momma’s boy. “I’m sorry, honey, all flights for Sunday are booked. Mom even took the initiative to get me on the next available flight.” Mom, mom, mom. I’m competing with a mom and I’m already losing. Wahahah. Well, pooh.

This is from last night.

So this is me – pissed – today…

And… the house pala hahaha… it’s starting to look like a house.. =)

More clooset space. There’s another line at the bottom, too..

And… I’ll show the kitchen some other time. Houseparty soonness. =)

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this chest of mine

For the entire week I have been sick and sickly and almost dying I was thinking of bankrupting one of my bank accounts for investing in oxygen and a stretcher and worst, a CPR machine. Asthma is the bitch. Work is the bitchiest. Those plus days of no sleep made me crawl to my bed everyday gasping and wheezing and nursing a small kitten inside my chest. Tihn calls me Ming now because whenever I talk, a small purring sound echoes. Eek. How turn-offz. The medicines stocked inside my drawer are piling up like crazy and I had hives from drinking all those. Turn-offz again for the house to be smelling like a hospital. Hmm, not sexy.

I hardly took notice of how I look, too, because putting on an outfit requires tooo much energy and energy I can barely hold in my moisturizer let alone place effort on putting on contacts. I remember Pau seeing me wearing my eyeglasses and went, “Tin, I didn’t know you have one look that is, um, harmless.” Harmless! Haha. Hilarity, Pau, is your forte.

That was last week. Now, Ming’s gone and I cough like a wheel and axle’s let loose inside my throat but I’ve never felt better. I miss being kikay and shoot me for being maarte but no one’s been held on a guillotine for wanting to be pretty. I never understood how anyone would not take care of themselves anyway – with the exception to those who are sick, so if you are, oh my God, I so understand what you are going through right now so you have all the right to look ghastly. Um, just make sure you don’t intend to keep it that way.

Okay, two paragraphs on looking good does not make me vain. I’m just saying that whoever saw me last week looking like shit should look twice this week! Waaah.

I’ve been missing my mom and she’s not giving any hint that she might come back. She saw Ruby, one of my bestfriends who is in LA, and Ruby started telling her about my heartbreaking story and mom freaked out because she has no idea what Ruby was talking about. She called me long distance and I gave her a lengthy explanation why I’ve been keeping this from her. “Ah, so all those Cagayan trips–?”

 My mom wasn’t empathetic. She just said, “I’ve always prayed that all of my daughters will marry someone who is just right for them. Find someone like your dad.” I was tempted to ask her why isn’t she coming back soon then if she thinks that way but I bit my cheek.

She said, “Don’t worry, anak, I’ll find you an American here.”

“Do you have my photo with you?” I asked, worried.

“I always carry all your photos. I think you look cutest in that graduation pic of yours in college.”

Fakkk. Me in a toga! So sexy mommy, very sexy. Bad hair, bad skin equals dork.

No one’s been broadcasting my Its Complicated^TM status in friendster either, so, I’m not in the running. As long as you’re not married, you can forever be in Dating status. Like what’s going to happen tomorrow. Posting pictures soon. Tsup. Tsup.

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