My Night With The Old People

What’s worse than being stuck in a social gathering with your parents and their friends (aunts and uncles who pinches your cheeks, old family friends commenting on how you used to be a fat kid)? Going to a meeting with people who are as old as our grandparents, and not knowing anyone at all. A few nights ago, my boss had asked me to go to a Chamber of Commerce membership meeting and symposium after work (grrr… I was tired enough working from 8am-5pm, with no lunch break and now I have to attend a meeting from 5pm to 9pm ugh!) I was thinking, it can’t be that bad, maybe I can sit somewhere at the back and after an hour I’d make a silent exit.

So when I arrive at the meeting, I noticed that there were a lot of old people standing here and there, people who are in their early 40’s to probably their 60’s. There were cocktail tables everywhere. In the very front of the function hall there were three round tables, each with four chairs. What am I to do? I don’t know anyone? Oh, well I’ll just flash them my sweet smile and hope someone is nice enough to say hello.

So then there’s this lady who came in about 5 minutes before the meeting would officially start and she introduces herself to me. This little old lady came alone also. So she says she doesn’t want to stand around and I explain to her that it’s cocktails and I think the reason why they don’t have any chairs is because they want everyone to mingle and get to know each other. So here comes the fun part. Little old lady grabs hold of my hand and says “I see 3 tables up front with chairs, let’s sit there” Before I could protest I found myself sitting in the table with the little old lady and two fat gray haired men. Oh boy! You can’t imagine how much fun that had to be. Then another guy came in and joined our table who ends up being the congressman of whatever place that I have never ever heard of, who also happens to be the guest speaker for the night. This is not the table I want to be in, so much for my quick and silent exit. Looks like I’m going to really have to sit through this one.

I felt so stupid sitting with all these old folks. I couldn’t understand anything they were talking about. I have never ever heard so many numbers and figures being used in a conversation. So then, they started talking about what to do during the economic crisis, each of them shared their inputs and I saw the congressman guy look at me and felt as though I was going to melt. I could hear my heart pounding loudly in my ears. I had a gut feeling they wanted to hear my opinion…So then he asks me…”What can you say about the economic crisis and how do you think we should go about it” At that moment I soooo wanted to be invisible. I wanted to text my mom to help me answer this one. So, I smile shyly, clear my throat and say, “Well, Philippines is a 3^rd world country but we have the best beaches and natural resources. I say start there. Instead of buying imported goods (LV, Liz Claiborne, Manolos, which I am guilty of loving) why not support our local goods instead. And maybe, instead of spending for plane tickets to go on vacation here and there why not visit some of our local resorts like Pearl Farm Beach Resort. A lot of foreigners have been to our world class resorts, it’s a shame that we ourselves have not been to these places that we so proudly boast of.” The congressman smiles and just says, “charming…very charming…” Shit! I felt like such a ditz.

So while the congressman went to deliver his speech, I decided to take notes just in case my boss wanted me to make a report. But damn! The speech was so boring that I ended up doodling in my notebook. I did however write tons and tons of numbers but didn’t label them or describe what they were for, so now I have no idea what those numbers and figures mean! I chuckled every now and then at the congressman, for a congressman he sure speaks English poorly. He said something like, “Don’t forget to participate in the Earth Hour by switsing (switching, lols!) off the lights” and he also mentioned something about a “Mercedes Beanz (Mercedes Bens),…and then he went on and talked about “Pork and Bens (Pork and Beans)”…. I bit my tongue trying to hold back my laughter. So the rest of his speech was pretty boring. Numbers, numbers and more numbers… I tried my best not to fall asleep so I crossed my legs and swayed it.

EMBARRASSING MOMENT ALERT… Then I accidentally kicked the mic stand and well… The mic stand along with the microphone dropped to the ground! I was flushed red by this time. Should I pick it up or just leave it. One of the waiters put it back to its place. And the congressman jokingly said, “Oh, I guess there goes my cue to shut up now.”

At least the four hours of boredom was over. I wanted to make a rush to the restroom but was stopped by another old fat, gray haired man with nacho cheese yellow teeth, whose breath smelled disgusting. I smiled and tried to hurry away from him, but the place was too crowded for me to even get very far. Old man introduced himself to me as the President of so and so company. Ok, so am I supposed to be impressed? I have never heard of his company before, but nonetheless, I say politely, “pleased to meet you, sir”. He asks me for my calling card and asks me, “How young are you?” I’m thinking, young enough to be called your grand daughter. I tell him I’m 24. And he asks me if I have plans and that maybe we could chat and have some wine or coffee… By this time, old man is making googly eyes at me. Ewww… Luckily, my boyfriend calls me cellphone, I say excuse me and make a quick exit.

Boring boring boring…I know. But that’s all I have for now guys. I promise a more interesting post next time. How’s everyone else doing? What are you guys up to? Do anything interesting?

Two- Timing Guys and Stupid Girls

Why do people allow themselves to get hurt? Why do people make the wrong choices even if they know it’s wrong? Sometimes I can’t help but think that we only have ourselves to blame, that we deserve what we get in the long run.

Officemates turned lovers is not a very good idea. How much more, a committed guy who has a girlfriend of 7 years who starts dating a co-worker and eventually has two girlfriends in the end. Tsk tsk…Guys are such assholes sometimes. Anyhow… What’s even worse is girl officemate knows that guy already has a girlfriend of 7 years and yet, is still willing to be his girlfriend. So the two have officially been a couple for a little over a year. Let’s call guy Romeo, his girlfriend of 7 years Juliet, and co-worker girlfriend Rose.

Romeo explains to Rose that he no longer has feelings for Juliet. And that he is just with her because he feels sorry for her and that his family would not want to see him with anyone else since they have been together for so long. Couldn’t he just be man enough to tell his family that he is no longer happy. Rose decides to follow her heart and to make things official between her and Romeo, though deep inside she knows it’s wrong since. She accepts that the situation between her and Romeo would be hard and that she would never get to know his family and that she could not let the world know of their relationship. As a lady, that really hurts. Every girl probably wants to have the chance to get to know their partner’s family. Anyhow to make the long story short, Romeo eventually decides to be faithful to Juliet. So where does this leave Rose???

Now Ms. Rose is sulking day after day at the office. Her eyes are filled with sadness and her heart screams of pain. She no longer comes to work on time and she no longer has the same passion for her job that she used to have. Rose eventually tells me how much she hates Mr. Romeo for doing this to her. And I can’t help but think to myself, that it’s her fault to begin with. I mean, why would she allow herself to go into a complicated relationship. Why would she allow herself to be the other woman? I just don’t get it. Maybe I’m just narrow minded? I have no idea. But why make things so complicated.

I know how much Ms. Rose is hurting. But what bothers me is the rage she has inside and the nerve of her to wish Mr. Romeo to have bad karma. Aside from that she’s really bitter, how could she have the nerve to whine about her being just a test to make Romeo and Juliet’s relationship stronger? Everything to begin with was wrong between her and Romeo.

So now, I’m stuck with around 40 clients in my office and two phones ringing endlessly from 8am-6pm Mondays- Fridays! And where is Rose? She’s either on leave or she is also in the office but busy doing other things. She does her share of work at times, but one can see that she is definitely not in the mood. Work starts at 8am and sometimes she gets to the office by 8:30am. When she gets to the office she still does her make up. Wanders off to the restroom, goes to the other office to try to avoid Romeo, or she is with another co-worker re-telling her story over and over again like a broken record. And what am I to do but to just try to understand? Is it insensitive of me to just wish she’d get over herself? So here I am ranting about Rose when I should be blogging about other happier things. I’m really sorry guys, I’m physically and mentally drained right now. I hope to have happier posts soon. Till next time!

P.S. One of my co-workers really made my day. Some super hairy guy walked out of the office and my co-worker asked me this question: "What would you do if your boyfriend had tons of chest hair, or would you do it with someone who had tons of chest hair?" My reply was, "What would you do if your girlfriend had mad chest hair, so much chest hair you might say it's road kill?!" Lols...

EXPOSED!!!!

We just love our mom's don't we? I sure as hell love mine. My mom must be some kind of mind reader or something. She always has her ways of finding out about what I'm up to and whether I'm lying or not, no matter how hard I stick to the story. On a casual conversation with my mom, she mentioned that she reads my blog!!!! Oh my gosh...She told me is my biggest fan. Lols...Anyhow, I'm not sure what to write about anymore, with my mom reading all this, maybe I need to be more careful about what I write about, censor my blogs, or stop blogging all together? hehehehe... She was a bit upset about one of my post where I said:
"Cute sexy lingerie and undergarment sets (OMG! My mom saw my thongs and freaked out! She cut each thong and threw them out. So I asked my mom why'd she do that, and she said, "Why do you have those? Those are devil's panties!" LOLS!!!)"
That statement she says, is an invitation to all perverts out there in the blogosphere. Lols. Oh mom! Anyhow, like I said in my previous post, I was cleaning out my closet and drawers. Getting rid of old stuff and just cleaning everything. Mom helped me with that and found something in my drawer. She didn't bring it up until this morning. She saw a box of Pregnancy Kit in my drawer!!! Yikes! No guys, I'm not pregnant. But yeah, I just had it in my drawer, just in case. So anyhow...this was how our conversation went:

Mommy: Moi (She calls me Moi-moi, which is my Chinese nickname), I helped you clean out your other drawer.
Me: Ok, thanks mom, you really didn't have to. Thank you.
Mommy: I found something in there...
Me: (Panic Mode) oh yeah? What did you find?
Mommy: I found a pregnancy kit in your drawer.
Me: Oh, ok,...No big deal mommy. It's from 3 years ago when I was still in college (NOTE: I was a nursing student and there was this one assignment where we had to bring in pregnancy kits, condoms, birth control pills to class.)
Mommy: Really?
Me: (super panic mode) Yes mommy...(smiling sweetly)
Mommy: Ok...but why is there a receipt dated January 2009 on it?
Me: ummm...hmmmm... That was for a friend...
Mommy: Are you doing it??? Maybe we need to talk about the birds and the bees..
Me: (omg! panic mode, mom looks pissed. Did she forget that I'm 24 years old and already know about the birds and the bees, I hold a degree in nursing by the way).... Ummm...er....ummm...
Mommy: My innocent baby... are you, you know...
Me: (so embarrassed) ummm...

AND THEN THERE WAS SILENCE......

How awkward was that?! Oh man...

MOVING ON....

Went out last Saturday to one of the clubs here to celebrate my friend's birthday. It was around 11pm and the club was packed with people in the 20's and early 30's just drinking and dancing and having fun. I had the most embarrassing thing happen to me last night. I went to the bathroom to pee. The bathroom was outside the club but was at a compound filled with a lot of other bars and open stalls where people still drank and partied. So anyhow, I peed and checked my hair and makeup (like all girls would do).. My friends and I walked from one stall to another to see where we could just hang out. I noticed tons of people looking at us. A couple glances too many. But I figured, it must have been our cute outfits. Then someone pointed at me... Ok, so now I'm thinking...What's wrong... Why are they looking at me. So after we go and hit the club and I notice a girl coming over to me. She's smiling shyly...So I smiled back thinking, Do I know her? So she comes up to me and says, "Miss, your skirt is tucked into your underwear." So my friends all look and well...there it was!!! It wasn't a tiny portion...It was like the whole back skirt really tucked into my underwear! Shit! So I'm bright red with embarrassment and wished I could die at that very moment. To make matters worse, I was wearing yellow and black polk dotted undies!!!! Man!!! So my friends laugh it off and then some guy asked my friend if I was alright...I think most everyone saw me and my undies... I had some drinks to try to kill the embarrassment but gosh, I thought I would just die. After a couple more drinks my friends decided that they wanted to dance, I had to turn that down and just sat all night long, watching everyone's bags. I don't think I'd have the nerve to shake my booty on the dance floor especially since it had gotten all the exposure it needed to last me a lifetime. Lols....

I'm feeling so exposed....

NOTE:
I think my mom will be having a hard time reading this because the font size is pretty small. So I'm hoping she won't read this post. If you check out my previous posts the font size is much bigger, which she mentioned she liked because it made easier to read. By the way, she has no idea how to read the comments, so please feel free to comment as much as you like. =)

What A Creep!

All I can say is OMG! For the longest time I've been writing my innermost private thoughts and day to day rants in my diary. From my first crush, to embarrassing moments, heartaches and tears, to just everything under the sun. My diary is my life unedited.
So the other day I got tired of cleaning out my closet and our maid offered to help me out. I told her to just throw out everything inside the first drawer, but make sure to check if there were any pictures or money that might have been inside that drawer. She did as she was told. She threw out not just all my junk from the first drawer but also other stuff. She disposed of them in the neighborhood trash bin. Later that afternoon I received a text message from some guy. It went something like this

Guy: Hi Melissa, how are you?
Me: I'm doing good thanks...Ummm... I'm sorry I don't have your number listed in my phonebook. Mind telling me who this is please?
Guy: I'm 25 years old, male. Will you be my friend?

So I didn't reply. Then about 30 minutes later. That guy texted me again.

Guy: I found something of yours. I have your diary. That's how I got your number. Can we be friends? I feel like there's so much we have in common, I hope you don't mind but I read your diary. Maybe I can drop by your house or your work place to give you back your diary.
Me: Ummm...No, I don't need it back. Thank you.
Guy: I don't mind dropping it off to your house. We're just in the same neighborhood. I've seen you around and well, now I have a good reason to approach you.

Sheesh! This guy is freakin creepy! OMG! I'm so scared that stalker guy might come after me. He knows where I live, he knows where I work, he knows my contact number, and he knows a lot about me. I'm scared out of my mind. I'm a bit paranoid and can't help but check over my shoulder every now and then when I'm out and about. Creepy! Well, if you guys never hear from me again, then you all know what happened to me. Ok, I guess I am paranoid... Man, what am I going to do? I do want my diary back but I think it would be really scary to meet up with this guy. Maybe I can have our maid meet up with him to get it?

For Every Woman

Hey everyone! I dropped in on Akirah's blog. Her last post was dated March 8, 2009 about International Women's Day. Anyhow, I know it's a bit late notice but I just want to say Belate Happy Women's Day to all the ladies out there. There are times when we ladies have it tough, times when we wish we were guys. But anyway...here's a poem I found online.


FOR EVERY WOMAN - by: Nancy R. Smith

For every woman who is tired of acting weak when she knows she is strong;
There is a man who is tired of appearing strong when he feels vulnerable.

For every woman who is tired of acting dumb;
There is a man who is burdened with the responsibility of ‘knowing everything’.

For every women who is tired of being called an ‘emotional female’;
There is a man who is denied the right to weep and be gentle.

For every woman who is called unfeminine when she competes;
There is a man for whom competition is the only way to prove he is masculine.

For every woman who is tired of being a sex object;
There is a man who must worry about his potency.

For every woman who feels ‘tied down’ by her children;
There is a man who is denied the full pleasure of parenthood.

For every woman who is denied meaningful employment and equal pay;
There is a man who must bear the financial responsibility for another human being.

For every woman who was not taught the intricacies of an automobile;
There is a man who was not taught the satisfaction of cooking.

For every woman who takes a step towards her own liberation;
There is a man who finds that the way to freedom has been made a little easier.

Awards!

Hey everyone! It seems like there are tons of awards floating around in the blogosphere. So I wanted to end the weekend by giving out awards to a couple people.

The first award is the Kreativ Blogger Award. I was awarded this twice (yey!!!!), April from April's Wonderland awarded me this and also Allena who's Walking On Sunshine.

Here are the award rules: List 7 things that you love, and then pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you love! Be sure to tag them and let them know that they have won. You can copy the picture of the award and paste it on your sideboard letting the whole world know...you are Kreativ!

7 Things That I Love:
1.) Blogging
2.) My Cellphone
3.) Cute sexy lingerie and undergarment sets (OMG! My mom saw my thongs and freaked out! She cut each thong and threw them out. So I asked my mom why'd she do that, and she said, "Why do you have those? Those are devil's panties!" LOLS!!!)
4.) Heroes television series - I've become addicted to this.
5.) Spicy food-- I've mentioned this time and time again, I really really really love spicy food. Someone told me, spicy food may cause hemorrhoids! Ewww! But that won't stop me from having my daily dose of something spicy!
6.) Alcohol- I'm a bit of obsessive compulsive. I can't go anywhere without my beloved alcohol. I have the need to sanitize everything before I touch them. Blame it on my college days when I was a nursing student.
7.) Hearts- anything with hearts I love... I have tons of heart earrings and necklaces.

So now, I'm going to award my 7 Kreative Bloggers. Drum roll please... Everyone, please give a warm round of applause to the following people:
1.) Andhari- This girl just never runs out of interesting things to post about. Gotta love her blog.
2.) Scoman- He's very twisted! Lols! He likes to add a twist in memes and awards.
3.) Cheryl- She has tons of interesting posts too. You guys should check out her page. She's got a lot of stories to tell, from super serious to right down pee in your pants hilarious!
4.) Ann- sshhhh...she's got a lot of secrets. Anyhow, man, this girl is just super funny. Her rants about being a king. yes king, read her post it's really funny.
5.) Amor from Lucid Intervals- This is one heck of a shopper. Imagine being haunted by a cow!
6.) Pinknic- Her blog is just so fab! You really should drop by her blog. Imagine this girl from England, getting a bit drunk and booking herself to San Francisco! And she doesn't know anyone there. Oh, this girl is just too funny. really one great blogger. I love to read about her (mis)adventures! lols.
7.)Angela Darling- I heart her blog. From barbie dolls to cats, to grease and high school. Gotta check out her blog.



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Friends Award

This award is really overdue. I got this from Carina the Blogarina last February 27, 2009! I was going through her blog just today and I ran across my award there. Hehehe... That really made my day. I got this award again from Gwen the skinny sexy bitch. heheheh Thanks girls. You guys made my day. =)
"These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award."

1.)Nashe
2.)Andhari
3.)ScoMan
4.)Gagay
5.)Maan
6.)Shyn
7.)UglyKidJoey
8.)Angel


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And the last award is the HONEST SCRAP AWARD.
This award was given to me by Shannon. Thanks Shannon! Ok, so now I'm tasked to tell you guys 10 more things about me(I hope you guys aren't bored with me yet). After that I will be passing this on to a couple people.

1.) I'm left handed
2.) I have very very poor eyesight. I wear colored contact lens (sometimes gray, sometimes green)
3.) I've been dying my hair since I was 12 years old.
4.) I'm really mellow and love listening to love songs. If you guys are a member of 20something bloggers, check out my page there. I have tons of songs up on my page.
5.) I'm a sentimental person and have tons and tons of scraps. From pressed flowers given to me from old crushes, to little love letters and candy wrappers.
6.) I'm half Chinese and a mixture of Filipino and Spanish.
7.) I have super small feet. I wear a size 5! I'm flat footed and don't know how to walk in heels, so no stiletto's for me. In old Chinese culture, they believe that women with small feet are gorgeous. My grandma used to brag to all her friends saying, "I have the most beautiful grand daughter ever. You all have to meet her, her shoe size is a 5"... So when I'm introduced to her friends they automatically check out my feet. Sometimes I wish I could just go in there with a bag over my head and introduce my feet instead. I wonder what they would think of small smelly feet?! Small but terrible. But hey, I don't have stinky feet. Anyways...enough about feet. Let's move on to number 8.
8.) I used to be one sensitive kid. I used to cry and get hurt easily. But somehow times have really made me tough. There are times when my smile, but deep inside my heart aches and bleed tears...
9.) First impressions people have of me is that I'm snobby, unapproachable and high maintenance. Thank goodness I proved them wrong.
10.) As most of you know, I grew up in California and moved to the Philippines for college. It was pretty hard for me. Up to now I'm not really sure where I belong. When I was in the States I had a lot of Asian friends, was welcomed by other races but still, there was always that feeling of trying too hard to fit in. Then when I had moved to the Philippines, people were hesitant to approach me and kept their distance. People thought, that just because I grew up in the States, that I was an easy girl and would sleep with all the guys! Tsk tsk! I say, to hell with whatever they're thinking and I'm just going to live my life. They'll see the values that I have. =)

So now... I wanna award these people for the Honest Scrap Award. I hope to get to know more about these people:
1.) April from April's Wonderland
2.) Chloe from Orchestrated Destiny
3.) Allena from Walking on Sunshine
4.) Ron Centeno from In My Own Words
5.) Csseya from Pinoy Tayo

Whew...At last, I'm done! So I'm off to bed for the meantime. Will be stalking your blogs tomorrow, so you guys better watch out. Mwah. Good night to all. And I hope you guys had a great weekend. By the way, I'm sleeping in tomorrow, I don't have work. I have a three day weekend. Yey!

Sweet Dreams

Some people say, the most beautiful things happen when your eyes are closed. Yes, I do agree with that. When we're off to dreamland everything is sweet and sugar coated. And so we live happily ever after in a far far away castle were there was peace in all lands.

I've noticed this week there were a lot of posts about dreams, it could be dreams of what you want in your life or actual dreams in dreamland. Well this post isn't about something I dreamed of nor is it about my dreams in life. It's about someone else's dream.

I never thought dreaming of someone would be a bit creepy. My mom and granny didn't get a long too well but when granny was sick Mom and granny eventually patched things up. Sometimes, it takes life changing events to get us to realize that there are somethings bigger than little mistakes, somethings bigger than pride. So anyhow, granny was sick and dying and mom made sure to take care of her. They made up for the lost times. Mom thought about granny a lot, especially after granny passed away. Months after granny's death Mommy dreamed of granny. She dreamed of having a talk with granny and just holding hands. Mommy usually sleeps on her back with her hand to her side or hands resting on her tummy. She felt someone holding her hand. It wasn't me or anyone else's hand. She knew for a fact that it was granny's hand because granny's hands were soft, plump, and wrinkyly. Then in the middle of night she felt chills run up her spine. She woke up to find her hand feeling warm, her arm was raised as if she had just arm wrestled with someone, and her fingers were curled just as though she was holding someone's hand. She keeps telling me to this day that granny visited her. I'm not sure what to believe, but it really freaks the hell out of me.

Filipino are very superstitious. They say dreams have meanings. If you dream of your tooth falling off, it would mean someone you love would die. Grandma, my dad's mom, dreamed of being in a party. There were lots of people at this party. Friends, family, everyone she knew was there, except her. She said that she felt so tired to join the party that she decided to sleep. She slept in the most comfortable bed but there was something strange about this bed.. This bed had a glass just a little above her face! Yikes!!!! I can feel the tiny hairs on the back of my neck creeping slowly as I remember her telling us about that dream. Anyhow months after she had that dream, she passed away.

Creepy huh? Gosh, I'm so thankful I have a dreamless sleep! I'm such a sissy. Goodnight everyone!

Technologically Jinxed!

It was just a few days ago when I blogged about not having internet connection for a week. Gosh, that was just the beginning. A day after I got my internet connection back, my mobile service provider was down, thus, I could not send nor receive any text messages, and I could not make any phone calls nor receive phone calls. This lasted for about one day.

Anyhow… Yesterday things were back to normal. Or so I thought. I started the day by logging on to twitter and checking out a couple blogs before I went to work. Things were alright at work, not so busy, but not too boring either. My boyfriend and I sent really mushy text messages every now and then. By around 5pm yesterday I checked my phone and I no longer received a reply from him. I figured he probably was busy playing tennis AGAIN! Ugh! Tennis! Well, I’m not exactly a nagging girlfriend so I just went on with my day.

By the time it was 8pm still no message from him. Uh-oh! Panic time. Why haven’t I heard from him? What’s he busy with? I hope he’s alright. Is he seeing someone else? No, of course not. Can’t be. I trust him. So I busily check out a few more blogs at home. But then I just can’t get my mind off of him. Something is wrong. He is usually texting me by 7:30pm because he’s playing tennis from 3pm-6:30pm. So he should have texted me by 7:30pm. So I decide to text him… These were my messages:

7:30pm- Hey bebeh, how are you? How was your game?

8pm- Have you had dinner already? Mom made lasagna. It was really yummy. Wish you were here. Mwah

8:30pm- yoohoo! Anybody there? Bebeh…what’s going on?

9pm- CALLED MY BEBEH…but his phone was turned off.

9:15pm- I’ve been calling you a bajillion times! I hope your ok… Please give me a ring as soon as you receive my message.

9:30pm- Babe, come on… where the hell are you? Why is your phone turned off. Do you know I’m going nuts?

10pm- WTF?! Please don’t play like that. Call me A.S.A.P…. If I don’t hear from you at all, I swear I’ll change my number and you’ll never hear from me again…

At last by 10:15pm my cellphone starts to ring. His mom’s number registers on the screen. I’m hesitant to answer. Why is his mom calling me. Omg! I hope he’s ok. Damn, I feel bad for being paranoid. So, after a couple of rings, I decide to answer the call. And guess who’s on the other line? Not my boyfriend's mom. It was my boyfriend. Conversation was something like this:

Bebeh- Babe, it’s me. ( I cut him off)

Mel- What’s wrong with you? Why didn’t you reply to any of my messages? Why is your phone turned off? Don’t you know how worried I was? You’re so insensitive!

Bebeh- I can’t find my phone. Someone must’ve stolen it while I was at my tennis game.

Mel- Couldn’t they have stolen some of your rackets instead?

Bebeh- I’m serious….

Mel- Oh no. I’m so sorry to hear that…. (feeling guilty for being mean and sarcastic)

Bebeh- I bet you probably sent me tons of messages, at first sweet then afterwards you were probably getting more and more agitated.

Mel- Aww…babe, me? Of course not. ( gosh, he knows me so well) Hey, just text me, I bet your mom’s phone bill is going to skyrocket. We’ll just text each other ok?

Bebeh- No , it’s ok mom doesn’t mind….and besides, I really miss you a lot.

So anyhow, we talked for a few more minutes then afterwards we said our goodnights and sweet dreams…It’s bad enough that we’re long distance, but what’s worse is now he doesn’t even have a cellphone. I know he can always borrow his mom’s or dad’s cellphone but still. So now, we’re just going to send each other 12 messages in a day. I can’t wait till the weekend. I think I’m missing him more now especially since the text messages and calls are going to be cut back.

What can I say…I’m technologically jinxed. To whoever stole my boyfriend’s cellphone… Well I have no idea who you are. But I hope you didn’t steal it just because you wanted it. I hope you stole it and sold it so you could have money to buy food for your family. If not, I hope you have karma and that something important is taken away from you. Off with your hands! Just kidding, I'm not that evil. But yeah, to whoever you are...I hope you had good reason for doing that!

I'm Fabulous!

Woohooo! Someone thinks my blog is Fabulous! Yey! I wanna thank my bloggy buddy ScoMan from A Name In Your Recollection for awarding me with You Blog Is Fabulous Award. Thanks dear! Receiving this award has a catch. Scoman decided to spice things up a bit to make me work for this award (tsk tsk...will get you for this ScoMan. hehehe) . Recipients are supposed to list 5 addictions. So here are my five addictions...

1.) BLOGGING- It's become an addiction of mine since December 3, 2008. I started blogging on that date. It's a great way for me to express everything to my heart's content. Blog stalking is another addiction that I have developed in the blogosphere. I love to read about your blogs, what's going on with your lives, and just anything and everything under the sun.

2.) Singing- Though I can't really sing, but oh well, my poor mom has to listen to me sing day in and day out, sing in the shower...Lalalalalalala.... Singing like a strangled cat.

3.) Spicy Food- I love love love love love spicy food. I love it so spicy that my ears start to hurt, my nose starts to sweat, and my eyes begin to water. I love it that spicy.

4.) Shopping- One of the perks of being a girl is shopping. It's my feel good therapy after a long day at work. If I'm not in the mood for shopping then there's got to be something wrong with me. There was one time I passed up shopping because I wasn't feeling well. Me, pass up shopping?! That only happens when I'm sick.

5.) Pink- I love all things pink! Pink is such a fun happy color and I think it really represents my personality. I'm a pink girl.

At last I finished my 5 addictions... So now, drum roll please... I'd like to award the Your Blog is Fabulous Award to:
Andhari, Nashe, Girl in Stiletto, Gwen aka Skinny bitch, Angela Darling, Ann from herseccret.com

Till my next post. Thanks everyone for dropping in. mwah

I'm Back

Hey everyone. It’s been about a week since my last post. So where have I been for a week? I had the worst luck ever. As some of you may have already known, yahoo messenger, blogging, twitter and all things fun have been blocked from the office computers. So basically I’m left with 8 or so hours staring blankly at the computer screen with not much to do. It was ok at first because at least when I get home I could go ahead and check out everyone’s posts and also update my blog.

Anyhow, the family library was put under renovation. So we moved the computer to the living room for the meantime. One of the cables or wires or whatever it’s called was cut, so I didn’t have the internet at home either! Oh no! I started to panic!!!!

I have just proven to myself that I really am such a nerd. I cannot live without the internet, specifically without blogging. It’s my space to rant on and on about things I feel so passionate about. And it’s also a great way for me to get to know people by reading their blogs.

I figured, by the time I’d have the internet up and running again, I’d probably have lost all my followers. But, you guys are all still here. Yey. I’m so glad to be back in bloggy world again. And thanks to my new followers too. I miss everyone and will definitely be checking out all your blogs soon.
So, what did I do when I didn’t have the internet? It wasn’t that bad, I got to spend tons more time with my mom. I did some scrapbooking, and also went jogging. And to my surprise I lost a little weight too. So anyhow, I went to the salon with mom. I decided to go for a trim and the stylist cut 4 inches of my hair off! Oh no! I’m not sure if I’m liking my new short do. But I don’t really have a choice. So below is a picture of my short do and also I have a treat for you guys. Well not really a treat, I was really bored and mom had me video myself singing before I go to bed. I hope I don't scare any of you guys off with this video, like I said, I was about to go to bed so that's me without makeup. Not so cute... hehehe... Don’t hit the play button unless you want to have a major headache afterwards. Till next time guys! Mwah.

It's Complicated

Holding on to someone is hard but holding on to someone, only to find out that there’s no one holding on to at the other side is even harder. The past year has been really difficutl for me. I hate not being able to see my Bebe (bf) all the time. So much has changed between us. And sometimes I feel that the chemistry is no longer there. He’s gotten much too comfortable around me, it’s come to the point where all he ever talks about is tennis, tennis, tennis, and business, business, business. The little time that we spend with each other is wasted on talks about, well you guessed it, tennis and business. What happened to the man who swept me off my feet? Where is he???

Bebe and I had a talk about things a few months back. I told him that if he doesn’t start cleaning up his act, maybe one day he would have no one to come home to here in the city. He laughed it off and said, that there really is nothing wrong with our relationship. That things were fine between us. Men are so insensitive sometimes. I have my needs too. I need to be pampered every now and then, most of all I just really need to feel that I am loved. Maybe I am insensitive? Maybe he is showing his love and care, just not in the way that I am expecting?

Anyhow, I did something bad. Something I shouldn’t have. I changed my Status on Friendster. I had changed it from “IN A RELATIONSHIP” to “IT’S COMPLICATED”. Imagine the wonders that simple click had done. I had gotten a couple messages from old crushes asking me out on a date. The number of guys who added me on my yahoo messenger skyrocketed. I’ll have to admit it was fun at first. But then, there’s this tiny voice inside my heart and head saying “Tsk tsk tsk…Stop before it’s too late.” Then there’s this guy I met at a friend’s wedding a while back. We’ve been texting, calling each other, and chatting online all the time. I’m starting to like this guy who we’ll call Mr. M. He’s also from out of town. But despite the distance somehow I feel his presence, unlike Bebe. I feel his efforts, he sent me a book, some yummy goodies, and even sent me a CD mix he made. Mr. M. is a sweetie. I have to admit, I like Mr. M. The effort he puts into making me feel special is something I have been missing from my Bebe. Hours would pass by and before I know it, it’s already in the wee hours of the morning. He is intellectually stimulating. But know what? I love my BEBE. And I feel guilty for keeping in touch with Mr. M. I think Bebe is starting to feel that I’m slowly pulling away from him. I see him put more effort into our relationship now. I’m hoping this is his wake up call and he’ll start cleaning up his act. Bebe's been holding my hand a little more often and a little tighter. I feel that there's still someone worth holding on to at the other end of the rope.

And in this time of living up to the status of “IT’S COMPLICATED” and flirting, I have learned to actually uncomplicate things. Though I found myself liking Mr. M. I know now that there’s no one else I’d rather have than my Bebe. It’s like that song by Luther Vandross “I’d Rather”…..

“ I’d rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else, I’d rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself, I’d rather have hard times together than to have it easy apart… I’d rather have the one who holds my heart.”