why i have a few close friends..

last night i was counting how many MNG blouses i had and at the end of it, i just gave up. i technically lost count!my oh my.. how can a girl not have enough clothes? marketing depts should just reinvent how they generate sales like slogans should say::baby girls are cuter than boys, smarter even! go have one!” geez.. i never fail to empty up my savings whenever i see a tempting piece.. means lesser gimiks with gfs.. oh well, i’ve got a few anyway.

hmmm why do i have few bffs?

see, when i was in elem, i remember i had a friend named maryann, we wer so close but apparently her ex-bff thinks i stole her from her..i can’t remember if i fought for her like what i’ll do when someone declares something hers when not but as i remember the fship ended a year after.. that is due to changing sections.i mean why wasn’t block sections “IN” in HS huh? due to shifting sections it’s impossible to keep friends!
diane. i had a friend named diane. she was this tall girl, with fair skin.. exactly UNlike me. but i remember back in the days, i’ll always go to their house and her mom will bake the yummiest brownies i’ve ever eaten. crusty and creamy all at the same time. i reckon she had a crush at someone, and being the biatch that i am way back in 4th grade, i tactlessly told the crush’s gf that she stole him from my bestfriend. i remember the bitchy gf crying.. i hate her tweetums gut anyway. and diane, as i perceived before should not be hurt. i don’t know how we drifted, oh probably because i was too much into a boy before. that might have turned her off. and of course shifting sections again. darn.
then was cecile. she’s my exbf’s cousin.. she was my way, my bridge into knowing everything about him. and we got close and i just grew so fond of her coz she always seemed like sunshine. and again aftersometime, we drifted.
i had a guy bestfriend then. bembs. i remember way back in grade 4 we were mortal enemies because i was such a choochoo i told on him to a teacher. and believe it or not, he got punched and got marked on his lips by my teacher’s engagement ring. he used to bully me and as far as i remember, i didn’t mind him. i thought it was his fault anyway and i had a high grade on that subject so the heck with it. then he had a serious crush on ibeth, and she was my mom’s good friend daughter so i guess we had a link to connect. i helped bembs follow through on ibeth so they became and yet broke up. since then we
were so close, if i had a problem with a bf, i’ll go to him and he’ll let me blabber and make yet a fool out of myself. then the cycle goes. he was the older brother i never had.
i miss him. we lost him a couple of years ago. but i still miss him.
then there was joan, jocel and chris. we were the bitches in HS. the bitches i tell you. we schemed and seduced our way out.. i then knew there was fun in highschool. we shared the deepest secrets and kept them til now. i wish i had kept them, maintained the craziness coz just imagining how much fun we’ll have with the money and all, i just can’t help but sigh.
due to the “like of boys”, i had a barkada on my junior year. they now call themselves the J*persC*pers.. it was a big group, a fun group. in fact i dreamt last night about them. sarah, nenen, ibeth, aviva, anna, april and a bunch of icsb boys..on my senior year, we were split into different sections and i drifted away. and maybe they got pissed at me for some reason, because i remember there was a thing with us then, that every now and then we have someone in the barkada whom we will be pissed at for some reason and maybe that was my turn then. but pride kicked in and i thought i will be alright alone with a few bffs at hand.

to be continued.. it’s already 8 and i’m still here at the office! i’m doomed.. shutting down..

oh no!

it’s 7:05 and im still here…

SOS!!

craving for cheesecake?

i just tasted the cheesiest of all cheesy at burgoo..

its really cheesy man and just a bite and you’ll be like a mouse sinking your teeth in real cheese..

it really tastes like cheese, no other taste but cheese, no bread no anything but pure cheese.. too cheesy..

but i love it! so great with coffee!

~the land of the moss~

if some of you still don’t know, my bf and i have been strongly goin on for 13 months to be exact..

last month we went to bora, had it booked november last year and the accomodation was fantastic(boracay tropics is a must seeÜ)

except of course the bora waters..

it’s the invasion of the moss..

believe me it took me some courage to stand amongst them.. scared to death..

no life, no money.

that must’ve hurt! ouch!

the bundy clock

time in: 10:40 am

imAbiatch, who cares?

bet ya not even the care bears..

sometimes i think twice when it comes to bitching around coz lately i’ve been bitching around to much and don’t get me wrong i SO love it! I am bitchy witchy and itchy(not in a STD way okay?). but am i really up for the task of bein a biatch??

believe me its good stress management but sometimes it gets boring.

but not always. few reasons why.

1. people talk about you(or atleast you think they do) and hate your guts. so most probably they’ll wish you don’t cross their paths. this is so great when you’re running late goin to the office, no more lil bumps and semi-chitchats. the perks!

2.they try to analyze your “Miranda” mind and at the end of the day,they still don’t get you.

3.God gives you a great boyfriend. that is what you call yin and yang!

4.Most of your friends are biatches too, great biatches that is..this really counts when your bf cheats on you and other shitty stuff like that. i mean who wants a goody-two-shoe bestfriend when this happens huh? you need someone who owns a red peep toe with very very chunky high heels with the guts to slap that into your exs puny lil “heads”.

5.secrets are kept because bitches don’t tell on bitches.too much blackmailing will happen ya know.

6.for every bad decision you do, like dating an impotent guy financially and physically, no sermon will be served just pizzas, fries, starbs, and all make over that you need!

“hushush”

last night was a pizza night. not just one of those “gluttonyfilled-promisetodiettomorrow-munchAsMuchAsIcan” pizza nights. unlike in offices, at the flat, pizza means something else.. the moment you get the strength and the urge to bite, sink your teeth in the beef, cheese, tomato, and lastly the crunchy crust, you’re now suppose to ignore whatever squeaking noise you are about to hear.. i had one, my boyfriend had two, and my bffs ate til they were full. so i guess they probably did not hear anything or tried not to anyway, as for me 1 pizza entitles me to blog about it..

remember not so way back in highschool when everyone has to be righteous and any girl who kissed someone’s bf or stole someone’s bf or yet to be bf gets to be bitched around by batchmates.. i thought those times were cruel. i mean just where is the fun in highschool??so what you get to do then is grab a guy, make your eyes flicker as much as you can and hope to God he finds you cute and invite you to prom. jackpot! now that is fun, clean fun, okay semi-fun i guess…

here goes the pizza story.

not that we love pizza so much at our flat. it’s just the most expensive to-go food so that’s what serves as a ticket for guys to have a “lil sumtinsumtin” with my flatmates and then tomorrow we’ll have quiet giggles and that’s that. it’s just a fine way to say “hush” out loud. it is bribery at its finest.

as for being a bitch, at twenties? who isn’t anyway?

..panic..

i’ve got to fly out.. outta here. i’m a third world biatch stuck in a third class company in third world country..i gotta get a visa anywhere in a chaching, visa’s gonna make me whole, it’ll complete me really.. hey i’ll even take it even if its in timbuktu or somewhere farther than that just as long as they don’t recognize the peso..this is me underdosed of coffee, i panic without coffee. but starbs is like worth a full filipino meal maybe 3 even..heck but i so love macchiato..sniffles..

anyway, to pretend that my life doesn’t suck that much, i’ll make a vow that no sad thoughts or entries shall be blogged in this site (oh maybe just a couple every now and then).

maybe i’ll write about britney or paris or angelina or VTech to get a lot of hits.. hihi

niceynicey

im stuck.save me.

i reckon i had a cheezy blog. and don’t expect this isn’t gonna be one.actually it might be off the hook cheezy, i dunno, depends on my mood… i just want my blog to be a great read but to do that i shall not be me coz probably i’ll just blabber and blabber and blahblah my sick thoughts and the reader(that’s you) might have fallen asleep just now. so should i fictionalize my life or just change my theme to a porn site? clueless. soso clueless.. im being boring again. bye for now.