I’m like a broken record you can play

Today is Makati Day, whatever the hell that is, and because Ayala Ave. and certain other streets in the Makati Central Business District would be closed off today I didn’t go out because traffic would probably be hell. Not to mention that there’s a sale at Glorietta. As much as I love shopping, I’ve never attended any of those sales at the malls. There are just too many people around and since everyone is buying everything, I run the risk of someone getting an identical outfit to mine. And anyway, it’s more fun shopping at vintage stores and tiangges (flea markets) if bargains are what I’m looking for.

we’re having a garage sale tomorrow and thanks to the dust flying around from digging up old clothes and shoes, I’m suffering from an allergy attack right now. I practically finished half a roll of toilet paper. God, I hate these stupid allergies; they’re very irritating. In any case, I need to go to bed early tonight so I can wake up tomorrow and help decide on the prices of things. Aside from old clothes and shoes, I also included some nail polish that I don’t like anymore and old necklaces and bracelets. I wanted to get rid of my old Sweet Valley and Goosebumps books too, but for some reason my dad didn’t want me to. I don’t really see why though. I mean it’s kind of a waste cos I don’t read them anymore. Maybe some kid could benefit from them like I had. Oh well.

Stupid, stupid allergies!

You are the perfect drug

I’m so happy. I just finished making a Makoto wallpaper and it looks so great. It took me awhile because I’m not really that artistic and I had to think for ages in order to get an idea. *sigh* I wish I could meet Makoto in person, he is seeeeeew hot! But the language barrier could be kind of a problem. I’m not gonna learn Japanese just for him, and I’ve got a feeling he can’t speak very good English either.

Language is very important thing I look for in a guy. A foreign language is a plus, but unless he can speak English and pronounce the words properly, I don’t care if he’s a total Adonis ready to do my every bidding. Nothing can ever happen between us unless we both speak English! Why is that, you ask? Simply because I can express myself better in that language. I speak good Tagalog but I still have a hard time finding the right words to use. For example, on the first day of the Ateneo review, Nenok asked me why I cut my hair. If she’d asked me in English I would’ve said, “Well it was getting really hot, and my hair was annoying me.” But she asked me in Filipino and all I could say was, “Mainit, eh! (It was hot!)”

Language is the reason why I lost my crush on Jeric (Jerry–apparently, his friends call him Jeric). He called me up last night and when my mom told me it was him I got really excited and hyper. But throughout the conversation, I could feel that “Oh my God, oh my God!” feeling slowly going away. By the time we had hung up, I felt absolutely nothing. He speaks to me in Tagalog, and he sometimes pronounces some words as though it were Chinese. It’s not that I think lesser of him because he can’t speak to me in English. I just merely lost any romantic interest in him. It’s weird how I’m very fickle about a small thing like that. But when you come to think of it, language isn’t merely a small thing. I mean, without any decent communication a relationship is doomed. Jeric’s real nice though; I sure could use another friend.

I’ll always remember those late afternoons

The world has been on my side this entire week. I’m real sorry that today is my last day for review classes because it was only this week that I was able to bond with several girls in my class. Like I said, I’m not a friendly person but I’m very nice. There’s a difference between the two.

Remember what I said yesterday? About me gathering the guts to ask Jerry for his cell phone number? Well, I didn’t get to do that–but only cos he asked for my number! And not just my cell phone number, but also my landline number! But it’s really not so thrilling though. Because, after he asked for my number, he asked for Nicole’s number, and Iyay’s number, and Camille’s number…. It was kind of funny cos earlier I asked Chris, who is Chinese and goes to the same school as Jerry, if Chinese guys prefered Chinese girls to Filipinas. He told me that depends on the guy–whether he’s a proud or a G.I. A proud prefers Chinese girls but would go out with a girl of any race if he really, really likes her. Whereas a G.I. would only go out with Chinese girls no matter what. Well apparently, Jerry seems to like all kinds of girls. When I was looking through the messages in his cell phone, I noticed that the messages in his inbox were ALL from girls. Also, the majority of the names in his phone book were girls’ names. So maybe he was only interested in me merely because I’m a girl. But hey…at least.

Here’s how he got around to asking for my number. He was sitting on Adrianne’s left, and the seat to her right was vacant. She told me to move to the seat beside her so Jerry and I could get the chance to talk. I couldn’t start a conversation with him though, because he was a person away from me. Fortunately, Adrianne is a smart girl and said out loud that she wanted trade seats because she needed to ask something to the girl at my right. So I moved to her seat, and sat quietly for several minutes. And then we just started talking. Compared to his loudmouth friends from the other class, he has a very soft voice. It was a little hard to hear him talk in the classroom but gradually, I adjusted. I found out that he lives in a neighborhood near mine, on Aries St., which is kind of freaky cos I’m an Aries. He’s also an officer for the CAT (Citizens’ Army Training) in his school and when he mention thated, I immediately I started to imagine him in that dark green uniform. Yup, that was definitely a turn-on. I asked him if he was gonna go with us to the mall after class and he said he could drop by but leave after a couple of minutes because he was playing basketball with his friends. And then he pushed his notebook towards me.

“Can you please write your number?” he asked.

I was surprised that he wanted to get my number already. I reached for my pencil and said, “Landline or cell?”

“Both would be good,” he replied.

And so I wrote them down. He hasn’t called or texted yet but maybe he’s still with his friends and can’t find the time.

Now, here’s the turn-off. He and two other Chinese guys in my class, Tommy and Brian, came with us to the mall. I was with three other girls: Adrianne, Camille and Katrina. When we got inside, Jerry asked what we were going to do, and I replied that we were going to eat.

“You guys are going to eat?” he repeated, as though girls who eat are girls he’d never come across in his life.

“Yeah, we’re going to eat,” I said, slowly. I was puzzled at his lack of enthusiasm. I mean, didn’t guys like to eat?

“Don’t you want to do something else?” he asked.

“Like what?” Camille said.

“Bowling?” he suggested. We all wrinkled our noses at that. “Billiards?”

“Counter-strike?” Tommy put in.

“Nahh…I don’t think so,” Adrianne said, shaking her head.

A few minutes later, we went looking for a place where to eat.

“So where are you guys going to eat?” Jerry asked.

I shrugged. “I dunno. Where do you want to eat?”

“We’re not going to eat,” Jerry replied.

“Why not?”

“Well, you see….we don’t have any money.”

Our eyebrows shot up as we heard this. I frowned. So that’s why they didn’t want to eat. They were broke!

“No money at all?” Katrina said, surprised.

“Well, he’s got about eighty (pesos),” Jerry said, slapping Brian in the back, “and I’ve got fifty.”

Camille and I exchanged a look that said, “What a total turn-off!”

“I think I’ve got a couple of coins in here,” Tommy said, digging into his pocket, and we all laughed when we saw what he had

on his palm. Several Korean coins and one-peso coins. Wonderful.

They left twenty minutes later. It took us ages to say goodbye because Jerry kept bugging us about playing basketball with them. And when we said no, he said he wanted to see A Walk To Remember with next Wednesday. I was surprised that a guy was asking us to watch that. I mean, isn’t that supposed to be a chick flick or something?

Camille joked, “Why don’t you go by yourself so that you won’t be ashamed to cry at the sad parts?”

Jerry motioned for us to come closer and dropped his voice. “Don’t tell this to anyone, this is our secret,” he said, “but I

almost cried when I saw Peter Pan with Ralph.”

Uhh, okay.

We all kind of breathed a sigh of relief when they left. Cute as he is, Jerry is kind of makulit (persistently annoying). Still, I want to see A Walk To Remember with him. I’m not sure if Adrianne will go but if Brian will, then she’ll definitely be there. Today was really great, but I guess I’m back to being a bum once again.