On Emotional Diabetes, Regrets and Star Stuff

"The need for love is akin to emotional diabetes. Who needs another when you can produce insulin yourself?"

-Pao Soriano

Last night was supposed to be “SAKITAN NIGHT”, an event that happens every Monday in Good Earth Roasts, Rockwell with my closest friends in law school, just because a live band plays emo songs and we are reminded of our stupid mistakes in the past. True to its form, there were painful moments, especially when you are put on the hot seat and are made to realize that you’ve been doing it all wrong. With some twist of fate, Paopao, my source of joy in law school, was in the area, and he became our very able guest for the night. In the words of Jason, he was our “neutral”, especially because they’ve decided to dub me as the negative thinker and they, with much protest from me, are the optimistic ones.

I don’t know if it was the alcohol (which I would assume, Joan and Paopao will not agree with since they only consumed sugar), or the fact that we, once in a while, long for meaningful conversations that hit the spot, but hell we were talk show productive. We started with the question, “When did you realize that you are smarter than the others?” went on discussing more mundane stuff like using the statement, “Then he inserted his manhood to her pussy vagina vulva.” in answering the bar exam, and enthusiastically discussed the question, “Can you live with the possibility that you will, in fact, die alone?” The consensus was that it’s okay to be alone, it’s just hard to accept that in your moment of death, no one will be there to celebrate the life that you thought you lived. Paopao was envy-worthy, always the sound one and always reminding us of how we should ideally live. He didn’t care about being alone, was oblivious of the fact that he is smarter than a lot of us, and cannot seem to grasp our positive answer to the question, “Despite our celebration of singlehood, if somebody comes along, would you be willing to love?”

I mean, I’ve always believed in the mantra that “I am happy now, but I know I can be happier in the future.” But he challenges my stand by asking, “But if you are happy now? Why does happy have to compete with happier?” Then he concluded that it would seem like I live on being goal-oriented and that if there is no goal, there is no point in living. I wholeheartedly agree. And it boils down to human want, our nature to want more after getting one thing, the testimony to the toast, “May you get everything you want, except for one, so that you’ll still have something to look forward to.”

Then there was the question of, “Do you attribute who you are now to fate or decision?” We were united in saying that of course, it was us. There was that turning point, when you decided, “This is how I will live my life.” And the rest, as they say, is history.

Then we got to that never outdated issue that is LOVE. It was inevitable, really, I mean, most of the bad decisions that we’ve made are relationships-wise. We’ve gotten everything we’ve hoped for already (except for financial freedom… but we’re getting there too.), and with love, we just can’t fucking seem to get it right. Paopao asked, “Would you rather that you don’t need food? Or that you need it, but you can enjoy eating it in the process?” And I said, ideally, you don’t want to need anything. Self-sufficiency is the perfect scenario. But that is not to say, that maybe, enjoying eating is so much worth being needy for. Oh and then we got to discuss the hierarchy of our basic needs and got stopped with the dilemma of which is higher, the need for clothing or the need for sex? Because admittedly, one need can be enjoyed without the other, right? :D

So everything has been open-ended, except for the acceptance that we all are star stuff, or in the context of Big Bang Theory, we all are made of nuclear waste and sooner or later, we will have to face the need to explode. What needs to be done is to stop welcoming misery-generating things in our lives. Stop being in a situation that will create regret.

Our fear of denial is stopping us from knowing and having the opportunity to move on. We’d rather be turned down than spend our whole lives thinking of what might have been. Being passive aggressive didn’t work the first, second and nth time, it will not work now. Just do it. Or err, do him. No day but today. And when you get turned down, you don’t turn back. You smile, shrug your shoulders and carry on, because “We are young. Heartache to heartache we stand. No promises, no demand. LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD.”

Seriously, at the end of the day, you just want to be with people whom you can share bad ass conversations with, laugh about life with and will accept you, no matter what your cup size is. Believe us, Katy Perry has it right when she said, “No regrets. Just Love.”

ANO RAW?

Friend: E kayo, kelan kayo magpapakasal ng boyfriend mo?
Girl: Ewan ko ba dun. Sabi nya pag hindi raw nag end of the world ng 2012.
Friend: Paano kung nag-end of the world?
Girl: Edi wala. End of the world na diba?

ANG LABO!

Overheard in Agave, Serendra

The Cycle

“I am absolutely certain that despite the odds, I love her.”

She looks at him, with pursed lips and a raised eyebrow while signaling to the obviously eavesdropping waiter to give them an ashtray. “Well, I know exactly how you feel. Although, I still cannot grasp your brilliant idea of ‘fessing up to me when you cannot even find it in your heart to reveal the identity of this muse of yours. You suck.” She opens her little purse that houses her pack of Marlboro Lights and gets a stick.

He lights her cigarette up, and pushes the ashtray to her side of the table. “Her identity is immaterial, mainly because you don’t know her and you cannot, in even the slightest way, contribute to how I can lure her into looking my way.”

“First, you should really stop hanging out with me when you are in love, it’s annoying, YOU ARE ANNOYING. Second, didn’t I just say that I know how you feel?”

“You have no idea.”

“Of course I do. I know the drill. There is a non-guy in my life too. I will give everything, and I mean everything, including my last stick of cigarette on a really stressful day, for him to look my way. But all he sees in me is this girl SPACE friend that he can smoke with and confide to. I mean, you’ve seen him with me, right? We are perfect for each other. He’d hold my hand and I’d hold his, and what do I get? Nothing. I listen to him rant on and on and on about this girl whom he claims to be the one, and I just sit there, nodding while I study his face, his lips, his eyes. I know him, more than anyone can and ever will know him. I know that he shuts up when he’s mad, I know that he does that knee-jerking action when he feels stressed or that he is never ever confrontational. I also know that he purposely never replies so he won’t appear too needy. I know that sometimes, he concocts feelings for other women to conceal that he is head over heels in love with this woman that he indirectly tells me stories about. He pretends to like going out, just so it won’t seem like he is lonely. But I know that he is. He’s not the partying type. He loves to write poetry, to read good books, to have coffee on a perfectly peaceful day. He loves conversations, not the drunken ones, his eyes light up when he is in an intellectually stimulating discussion about life. He likes to drink, not to get drunk but to appear as drunk and be free from other people’s expectations of him. I know that when he’s judged, he gets hurt and never forgets. And I am absolutely certain that despite the odds, I love him.”

“You are such a drama queen.” He puts his arm around her, “But believe me, inspite of your monologue reminiscent of an asthma attack, you clearly have no idea of what we’re dealing with here.”

She allows her weight to fall towards him and her body to be enveloped in his arm. “Maybe.” She looks up, her expression softened by his post-ranting evaluation of her. “I’m sure, whoever she is… she’ll come around.”

           

“I hope she does.” He slowly pulls away, “I want her to get what she wants.”

On the other side of the room, the eavesdropping waiter told his peers, “Bill daw nun dalawang pa-fall.”

The Always Ending Love Story

It is a story that’s meant to be told. It hasn’t seen the end yet but it has seen a number of ends already. The beginning was just too magical that it can stand on its own. It started with running away, with leaving the past behind and not being afraid to be alone. It was supposed to be the beginning of her hiding, yet, just like the pot of gold that symbolized hope and optimism, she was found… underneath the chaotic pile of emotional baggage that she humorously called to be “her fortress.”

They weren’t strangers. Their faces looked familiar, in fact, a little too familiar that smiling at each other felt natural. It felt like they should have been doing it since forever, at least to her. Her smile was one of those smiles that she gives when there’s nothing to be said… and his was an awkward one, a smile that needs to be construed every single time. Their story started with distance that either protected or prevented them from coming to that point that has been a part of infinitely numerous stories, the cheesy point of no return. Poor distance couldn’t stand its ground anymore, slowly but skillfully, they inched their way into each other’s lives, with glances, abrupt beginnings, conversations that crawled into their souls… their hearts. The glances turned into stares, the beginnings were transformed into a series of short stories, and the conversations, oh, they turned into confessions, poems, songs and sometimes, into black and white movies reminiscent of emotional boldness.

Then came the twist… an eyeball-rolling, shitty and crappy expected twist. They did fall. They did not fall together, they fell apart. They fell in love… not with each other, but with the idea of having each other. It was so perfect that the idea had to be found somewhere else, in someone else. Both of them were so afraid to ruin its perfection that they both let it slip away. It was so perfect that It had to get fucked up. The stares became looks of longing, the conversations were transformed into moments of agony, of concealed pain, their confessions spoke of what they think can be uttered concealed in shallow jokes. The poems were turned into sad songs and sometimes, the romantic black and white movies just refused to play anymore… their emotional boldness was defensively clothed with hypocrisy, compromise and white but caring lies.

They knew it was it was nearing the end, they were being jolted out of inaction by circumstances. So, they started to run away…from each other. They could’ve run away together. They could’ve come to their senses. They could’ve fallen together… they could’ve seen the miracle that their hearts can create intertwined. They could’ve. She would’ve loved to. After all, she did wait… for a long time. From the moment that he let her in on a childish, foolish but sweet secret. From the moment he let her into his soul by getting lost in her eyes. But he never bothered to ask. He didn’t even stop… he breezed through the whole thing and moved on to a new adventure. Now, all that are left are memories… realizations that this story hasn’t seen its end but it has reached another abrupt ending.

Maybe another twist is written in the stars, or the sun, or wherever it is supposed to be written... only this time, it wouldn’t be an eyeball-rolling, crappy expected one. Maybe after everything, they both will get better from the disease that they have inflicted upon each other… that disease called fear and denial. Or maybe this really is the end. Who knows? Maybe love just took a wrong turn but is on its way. After all, it is an always ending love story. Nobody wants it to end. What everybody wants is for it to unfold… endlessly.

So It Has Come to This...

And so it has come to this, as I sit on my favorite spot in Starbucks for the nth time, the experience has officially changed. I still am alone, but not lonely, I still am in front of my laptop, typing my way out of confusion but not despair. It really wasn’t easy to figure out, in fact, I’ve known the answer from the beginning. Only, that I tried too hard to deny it if only to delay the unimaginable pain that’s been there. Yes, it was painful, it still is once in a while. It still negates everything I used to believe in, but the difference is, I can watch and let things unfold without being a part of it. Being a stranger in a situation that you are so familiar with is like trying to not spill a secret that you’ve been dying to share to your closest of friends. I am troubled.

It wasn’t a few times that I tried to replay the circumstances in my head. Rewind, fast forward, pause, slow play…and the ending remains, I am here. It was a fun rollercoaster ride, with moments that make me close me eyes just so I can make the feeling linger a little longer. These moments were not of laughter but of half-smiles concealed in between yosi breaks and awkward silence. The intensity that was felt was not like anything that can be imagined. It was one of those, “if-this-is-not-love-i-don’t-know-what-is” scenarios. Yes, it lacked a theme song, except for that time when spontaneity dictated that a song had to be sung or at least listened to. It wasn’t even a happy song… it was a song that didn’t match what was felt at that time. But any melody will do, any set of lyrics will be appropriate because mere togetherness was perfect. It was so perfect that even the sound of a machine that hauls cement to a half-done building would’ve sounded like an orchestra singing to you, for you, with you.

I remember. I try to. If only to give justice to what I felt, what I believed in, what I imagined and who I have imagined to love. And so it has come to this, as I sit on my favorite spot in Starbucks for the nth time, the experience has officially changed. I still am alone, but not lonely, I still am in front of my laptop, typing my way out of confusion but not despair. I will find you because if I interpreted it right, you vowed to find me too.

Dahil ang Buhay ko ay Isang Aklat ng Maling-Mali!

Ngayong araw na'to ay ang araw na tumapak ako sa lupa ng Supreme Court para pirmahan ang isang bagay na dapat naman sanang napirmahan. Bakit maling-mali?

Unang una sa lahat, di ko kasalanan na walang pirma ang verification ko, dahil ang papel na nabigay sa akin ay PUTOL. Putol sa part na may nakalagay na blanko at naka-type na Affiant sa baba. Grabe. Ako lang talaga e no? Sa buhay ko lang talaga?

Pangalawa, at mas mahalaga... Kanino pa ba nangyayari ito. Kasi usually, sa MRT may special train for Children, Women and Senior Citizens.. so di ko alam na sa LRT ang special train ay para sa ibang category.. KIDS, Senior Citizens and PREGNANT WOMEN. Soooo... Sumakay ako sa train na un. Pero sumakay din ang guard at pinalipat ang mga babaeng sa tingin nya ay di pasok sa kategorya na un. Dito na pumapasok ang pagpapasalamat ko na mataba ako... Mejo tumingin sya sakin, pero para lang wala nang issue, huminga ako ng malalim, pinalaki ang tyan ko at humawak dito... PARA MAGPANGGAP NA BUNTIS. Bakit ito nangyayari sa akin? Ang malupit, ramdam na ramdam ko na nakatingin sa akin ang mga tao dahil tingin nila ay isa akong babaeng buntis na di man lang sinamahan ng tatay ng anak ko na mag-commute sa Maynila... To make matters worse, un isang Senior Citizen ay kinabahan yata na makunan ako kaya in-offer nya sa akin ang upuan nya. Magmamatigas sana akong wag umupo, pero masisira ang disguise ko, lalo pa't naka-heels ako.

So ayun ang buhay ko, isang aklat ng mga bagay na talaga namang MALING-MALI! :D

On Life and Electric Tricycles

I found a new addiction… riding electric tricycles from Market Market to Bonifacio Highstreet. It’s a great experience, more like riding a modern calesa. I have one little idiosyncracy though, I ride at the back. While everyone’s trying to ride it the traditional way, I always seem to find myself riding alone at the back of the trike. I was, for a few days, wondering why I like doing it… then, in one of those eureka moments, one of those “aha-now-i-know-why” moments while I was once again smoking my first stick of the day on my way to my newfound home in Highstreet, it hit me why. Riding the electric trike like I want it is similar to how I live my life. I walk away but I linger. I want to be able to walk away without completely turning my back on that thing I am walking away from. I walk away but I try to bring with me the memories, I want to be able to look at these things from afar, remembering what I did, why I did it and who I did it with. The IT being anything that I’ve tried out at least once in my life, that “it” being something that at one point made me so happy and at one point, made me almost tap out from the unbelievably torturous pain.

I don’t like fleeting things, contrary to popular belief. I can easily move on, I can easily walk away, but these things are disappointingly not fleeting, they’re stubbornly permanent. These are things that I know have forever changed the way I looked at things., the way I feel things, the way I handle things. To walk away is the easy part, especially if life or fate have their own way of compelling me to finally leave, the hardest part is to not linger, to not try to hold on to the things that are still there but should be walked away from. The hardest part is to deal with the memories. I’m masochistic that way, I keep everything, not only in my heart but in my brain, in my room, in the now dusty corner of my shelves. Everything’s just a few steps away from me, may it be a journal that witnessed how I cried millions of tears for something that seems too mundane now or the already withered petals stuck in between pages that symbolized a chapter that needs to be forgotten but will never be.

So, that was my realization for today. I don’t turn around and walk away, I walk backwards. It could be because I’m holding on to my optimism, or because I just can’t let go or I don’t want to let go. It’s fun and emotionally tiring at the same time. But I like it that way, in the same way that I predict to be hooked in my electric trike addiction for a long time, until the bar perhaps. Until I need to walk away and find a new addiction. I refuse to make life pass me by, I will look at it straight in the eyes and say, I’m moving on bitch, the past looks smaller and smaller each second, and I love it.

ACP Hiphop Abs feat. Eunice : A Disclaimer

Ok, this i gotta do to save people from the disappointment that they'll eventually feel for having too much faith in me.

I am not the "instructor". I can never be. Kung alam nyo lang na nilalagnat ako everytime may attempt ako na mag sit-ups. Haha.

So, what's the real story? Ganito kasi.. One lazy morning, Reg texted me to ask if I can head the Hiphop abs ACP. I was kinda dumbfounded kasi nga. (See reason in the preceding paragraph. Then I got a follow up text from B. Nicka. I seriously said, I can't because of the following valid reasons:

1. I have never done any hiphop ab exercise.
2. I am not credible. (Have you seen me lately? Do i have great abs? I have no pack, unless you are willing to consider the layers of fat that I have.)
3. Nakakatawa.

So i replied and suggested Rimo. They both agreed that it's a great idea. I said, if kailangan ng tao, dadating ako.

Lo and behold. I am in the ACP Manual. I am the "our very own Eunice Monsod" that shall head the ACP feat. hiphop abs. THe horror of being the subject of tons of ridicule immediately surface. Got text messages and lots of promises if only to see me lead the way to great abs.

So there. I will still be there. BUT PLEASE, let's not get our hopes too high,.

I really thank the people who believe in me, ang love talaga ay blind. Trust and faith overflows.
BUt if there's anything I can promise, it's that we'll have lots of fun and well, we're gonna sweat it out, literally and figuratively..

Salamat David Tan. Salamat Dial at Gea. Salamat Lord.

Talaga Lang

(Starbucks, habang binubutingting ko ang aking maliit na MP3 player na napiling masira during midterm, pumasok si Krisette...)

Krisette: (beso)... Ano yan? (Pause) Pregnancy test?
(Na-shock ng sobra un mama sa tabi ko.)

Pregnancy test talaga ang unang naisip e no.lntense. Sa starbucks.

Yabang

Euns: I just need to share this 'cause i almost died laughing my ass off. One of my friends commented that in your picture, you look like Alfred Vargas.. Way to go man.
Mark: (insert laughter)
Euns: My boyfriend's an Alfred Vargas look-alike! This is too much. My life's a comedy. And to think that I only showed 'em your picture so they won't bother me with ""what does he look like" questions!
Mark: Wow, what an expectation.
Euns: No not really. You see', they're all crazy like me.I shall be their friend who has an "Alfred Vargas" boyfriend. And the only movie I know that he starred in is Bridal Shower. He was a gigolo there. Great. Haha.
Mark: (insert laughter) Ikaw talaga. Sabihin mo photogenic lang.

Un un eh. Kasalanan mo 'to Patring. Pero ang masasabi ko lang sayo Patring:
Sa ngayon, para kang pleading... DATED.

Splinter

(palakad-lakad un malaking rat sa block 9, nagcause ng hysteria)
Guy 1: tangina ang laki.
Guy 2: Wag mo galawin pare, gumaganti yan.
Guy 3: Master Splinter?
Guy 4: Baka mamaya biglang dumating un Ninja Turtles tapos hanapin sa'tin si Master Splinter.
Tanging sabaw. Haha.

On CIV LAW Atbp.

On Civil Law:

[insert lots of tears and throwing of whatever may be thrown at anyone or anything]

Atbp.
Perfect:
Almost.
Couldn't ask for more.

Ayy pwede pa pala.

Pero sa'kin na lang un.

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Side kwento:
[scenario, I just got out of my really GREAT Civ exam and was gonna text "the boyps"

The first word that I thought of texting was...

FUCK!!!

And then i stopped and erased it.

Naisip ko. Mahirap ito maintindihan kung wala sa context. Haha.

La lang.

But I did smile. I have that "busy guy" to thank. =P

LOST and FOUND

But hey, sometimes, it's when no one's looking that you get found.
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Tama ang Love in the Time of Cholera nun sinabi sa book na,

"... then enjoy your pain, take advantage of it now while you are still young. Suffer... suffer all you can, because these things don't happen your whole lifetime."

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Tama din si Natalie Portman nun sinabi nya sa Closer na,

"There's a moment, there's always a moment, You can do this, i can give in to this or I can resist it. And I don't know what your moment was but I bet there was one."

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The weekend was great. Hello MIDTERMS, I WILL ENJOY YOU BECAUSE YOU WON'T LAST MY WHOLE LIFETIME.

Bwakaw

Blockmate: Meron kami nakikita sa block na feeling namin bagay pero di pa lang nila alam na bagay sila.
Euns: Ako ba un??? Kasama ba ako dun?
Ana: Bwakaw!
Euns: Sorry.
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Anyway, ang theme ko for last night ay BWAKAW. *Looks at Gea.

I just know that most of the time, people say things they don't mean and never say things that they absolutely mean.

Pero ok lang. Kasi happiness parin ang nangingibabaw. Haha.

Isang taon! Isang taon!! [Inside joke]

THE DARE

Last week, as a result of our search for meaning in our otherwise monotonous and alcoholic lives, we embarked on a journey we've never been embarked on before. The ROAD LESS TRAVELED [I wonder why], THE NIGHT WHICH SHALL NOW BE CALLED....

DARE NIGHT.
Are You "Dare"?

Participants:

Nicka Bayot
Ces Pallarca
Ruth Declaro
Jove Capanas
Eunice Monsod

and

Carlo Luna - bet you didn't see THAT coming.

Objective: to be "DARE"

Tasks:

Nicka - pumunta sa big table in front of Starbucks na may nakaupong isang babae. TUmabi ng di nagpapaalam sa kanya at magyosi. [MISSION ACCOMPLISHED]

Ruth - Pumunta sa isang table sa loob ng Goodearth at mangaroling. Dapat may makuhang pera. [MISSION ACCOMPLISHED]

Euns - Pag-alis ng isang table sa GOODEARTH, ligpitin ito at magpanggap na staff. [MISSION ACCOMPLISHED]

Jove - Ilipat ang channel ng TV sa GOODEARTH. [MISSION ACCOMPLISHED]

Ces - Pumunta sa table ng isang nagp-PDA na couple sa Starbucks, umupo sa harapan nila at magyosi. [MISSION ACCOMPLISHED]

Carlo - MAGSALITA. [MISSION ACCOMPLISHED] Nanlibre pa ng beer. hehe.

GROUP DARE: Umupo sa magkakahiwalay na table at uminom mag-isa. [MISSION ACCOMPLISHED]

IT WAS A SUCCESSFUL DARE NIGHT.

We have proven that WE ARE "DARE".

Therefore, in addition to The Lane, THe Line and the Lone... another bar shall be named...

THE DARE.
Are you Dare?

Beggars can't be...

... CHOOSY.

-AR Polinar

It was last night's quotable quote. Of course, one could only take a guess as to what we were talking about. Love, sex, prayers, songs, panawid-gutoms, maggots, "if you were's", snakes, sharks and a whole lot of "acting out shit."

Because San Miguel Beer is not an option anymore and our nightouts just became more interesting and expensive, I LOVE IT. Because we just had to talk about the VENGA BUS and SPICE WORLD and all the cheesy, jologs and kadiri childhood fads that we went through.

PLUS the ever recurring A WALK TO REMEMBER CONVERSATION triggered by anything that can be connected to it, music, films.. hell, it can even start from a totally remote topic like... uhmm, homosexuality. Don't get me started.

Cheers to our LAST THIRD FRIDAY as LAW STUDENTS.

As a tribute to all the feelingeros in the world, lemme share our "song of the night" by SHania Twain.

That Don't Impress Me Much

I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you've got being right down to an art
You think you're a genius-you drive me up the wall
You're a regular original, a know-it-all
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

Okay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't impress me much
So you got the brain but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don't impress me much

I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve-just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

Okay, so you're Brad Pitt
That don't impress me much
So you got the looks but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don't impress me much

You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can't believe you kiss your car good night
C'mon baby tell me-you must be jokin', right!

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

Okay, so you've got a car
That don't impress me much
So you got the moves but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don't impress me much
You think you're cool but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don't impress me much

Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something...
Oo-Oh-Oh
That don't impress me much!

Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-No
Alright! Alright!

You're Tarzan!
Captain Kirk maybe.
John Wayne.
Whatever!
That don't impress me much!

"TYPE O"

* after the attempt to donate blood last Friday *

Rach: Un TYPE O diba Universal donor?
Euns: Ah kaya naman pala, ang mga type O talaga, bigay lang ng bigay kahit walang hinhintay na kapalit.
Diale, Ethel, Ces: Totoo un.
Euns: May feelings na eh no.

[Euns, Ces, DIale, Ethel are all Type O]

Dahil Champion ang Ateneo...

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.. at never pa ako nakatikim ng UAAP Basketball Championship from UP. Woohoo! Maraming nangyari sa araw na ito. At talagang kasama ko pa si Gaviola. Kami ang partners-in-crime yesterday.

... I HEART TIU CHRIS TIU.

... At I don't concede to my "Lasalista newfound friends"'s contention that Atkins is hotter than Tiu. Bakit? Kasi lasalista sya. =P

... napainom kami ni Chris ng pale pilsen ng di oras dahil wala e.. PANALO ATENEO.

... At kahit na nag-breakout si CASIO sa stress, favorite ko parin ang "bata" namin ni Lew na si Revilla.

... Magkasuntukan na ang magkakasuntukan... masama na ang ref kung masama... ILLEGAL TUCK-IN man, ILLEGAL FACE, ILLEGAL PLAYING WITH THE BALLS o kahit ano pa...

CHAMPION PARIN ANG ATENEO. PERIOD. Woohoo

MORE ACRONYMS

SINGAPORE

Sana Ikaw Na, Grabe Ang Perfect! OVER, REALLY, EVER! – Kate Sabado

Sa Iyo Nasaktan, Gumuho Ang Puso… Okay Rin Eh! – Eunice Monsod

USA

U Suck, Asshole.

SPAIN

Sorry, Pucha, Ang Insecure Niyo!

IRAN!!!!

I met up with my college barkada, Japhet, Bon and Paul last Saturday and had yet another great drinking session. Thanks to Paul for the quotable acronyms.

To all the guys who hurt me: IRAN!!! [Ikaw Rin ang Nawalan!]

To all my bitter single friends: LIBYA [Life is Beautiful, You Also!]

To all my sexually active friends: PHILIPPINES! [Pumping Hard, I Like It, Please, Please, I Need Erotic Stumulation]

AT PARA SA AKING MGA HINEHEKHEK: CHINA! [Come Here, I Need Affection!]

Winner no?