Libre, Init, PBB, at Titi

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Dia invited me to her post-birthday dinner treat at Glorietta. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to come (and text her about my not coming, hehe). Dia, if you're reading this, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for letting pass yet another opportunity at free food for myself. O, what a waste! Hehe.

It might be inappropriate to tell, but whoever said I'm good at appropriateness? Anyway, Dia asked me to inform Jac (yes, Jacqueline Lourdes Mago) that she also invites her to said dinner, to patch things up between them, etc. So inform Jac I did, however, she dismissed it as just another one of my pranks. Jaccy, don't you think it's much too late for April Fools'?
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It's getting hotter by the day, and I think the temperature will continue to rise until its zenith in May. It's good to know that I will have been in the middle of my internship stint by then. Meaning, pretending to work one-third of each day inside the air-conditioned confines of CitiTower.

Until then, I have to suffer the icky, sticky (add to that, itchy) feeling the scorching heat causes. It's so disgusting it's frustrating! Waah! One would think that after the sun has set the heat would have subsided. But no, it's the exact opposite! It worsens until the wee hours of after-midnight. One of the cruel paradoxes of Mother Nature. (Huh?)

I'm not the only one complaining and posting about this in his blog, am I? It sure is much easier to bitch and whine. La lala lala...
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I've been hooked on PBB Season 2, especially on the love teams that eventually have sprouted (e.g. Bruce-Wendy, Robert-Saicy). Kakilig!

Kian (the half-Persian guy) was evicted in the latest, um, eviction. I was praying that it was Bodie who got booted out instead. Yes, he may be good-looking (not my type), but god, he's sooo boooring. I rather would pick Nel over him any time of the day. Nel may be lacking in the, ahem, looks department, but everyone can see that his personality and humor more than compensate for that.

Anyway, I was able to catch the PBB telecast on Studio23 before lunch. The camera focused on Wendy ironing... ironing... ironing... and ironing. For fifteen minutes. In one angle. @_@ In fairness to Wendy (and I emphasize that I say this obectively that), she has a nice set of boobies. Hehe.
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<3 is supposed to represent a heart, right? I realized it also resembles a dick. A shaftless dick at that.

Alpha said =3 looks more like the male organ. If mine is shaftless... no, let me rephrase that. If <3 is shaftless, then I say =3 is headless.

Both are lacking so I guess <=3 solves the issue. Haha. Please excuse me, the heat of summer (sunshine I miss you like nobody else) gets to my head (the one above).

Chiaki-senpai! Gyabo!

Tamaki Hiroshi of "Nodame Cantabile" (the live action, TV series)

Gusto Kong Magswimming!

It's 8:40PM, I just got up from my siesta. Now I'm feeling heavy and weak from thirst. Gulay, the air's so fvcking hot! Even if I turn on the electric fan full-blast, I'd only evaporate myself to ashes. Swallowing an entire fridge of cold water, so cold that it numbs the throat, offers only temporary relief because I'd be feeling icky-sticky soon after. I sweat easily, you see, even without physical exertion.

What should I do, what should I do? I'm forbidden to turn on the aircon, I'm too lazy to bathe much more go out of the house and float like a twig on chlorinated/urinated water. Today, I was supposed go swimming with relatives, but I decided to stay home alone. (What' new?) And now, I'm somehow regretting it. Waah!

My Day in the Citi

Yesterday had a rough start:

1.) I left the house for the bus station one hour later than I planned;

2.) I waited, contrary to what I anticipated since it's a midweek-day (which I now realize has no basis), for thirty minutes for a Cubao-destined bus;

3.) After boarding and being settled inside said bus (Farrah Naparan was my seatmate, by the way), what should have been only a ten-minute stop-over before the bus leaves the station, stretched to thirty minutes after which the conductor advised the passengers to transfer to another bus because the air-conditioning system had a glitch that would take another thirty minutes to repair;

4.) The second bus had no vacant seats, but I couldn't afford to wait much longer so I had to put up sitting along the aisle.

(As if you give a shit to the shitty shit, shit that shat on me.)

All was well after that except for the fact that I was ninety minutes late for my internship interview. Yay. Woohoo. As if I was under an asthmatic episode that I couldn't catch my breath, and my heart felt like it was being wrung like a piece of wet laundry. You could say I was on the verge of a stroke. Blah blah blah blah blah...

As it turned out, I was twenty three hours too early for my interview. La lala lala.

Yeah, I nailed the interview and I didn't even rely on the script I prepared. Haha. As if it was that difficult. Yeah, whatever. Nonetheless, I have been accepted the same day as a summer intern at Citbank, N.A., Makati *turns 360 degrees* City! I will be assigned at the HR Admin Unit of the Country Human Resource Group (CHRG) of the Corporate and Investment Bank, whatever that means. Haha. (Levs will also be assigned at the same unit.)

I pray to god that the other male intern in the unit will pass at least my aesthetic standards which are really not high so it's as good as having no standards at all. Desperado. I kid.

Straight from Another Smart-mouth's, um, Mouth

My mom and I had that talk. She ambushed me, and I just found myself dumbfounded, sitting petrified on the floor, staring blankly at the computer screen as we carried on that excruciating conversation. Then, while reading Fruits Basket, I came across the part where Hiro Sohma's Jyuunishi curse was lifted. Wasn't the timing perfect?

Sorry. Somehow I have very complicated feelings. To be honest, I would like to be happy about this. I feel anger, resentment, regret, repentance, and affection. All these things are in a pulpy mess.

Mundane Thursday

"Hala, sige! Lumayas kayong lahat at magsiksikan kayo sa Boracay! At huwag na kayong babalik!"

Parang sira. That's why I adore her.
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Had that company not called and scheduled next week my interview for the summer internship I'm dying to land (Gen already got accepted; I hope Gil, Levs, and I, too), I wouldn't have something to look forward to until this Lenten blah-ness lasts. Ugh.

The holiday boredom is starting to creep in to me. Nothing's on TV (although I was able to catch the PBB 2 Housemates' recollection drama a while ago), no one's texting me, and no one's online. Everyone's gone out of town. Well, that is excluding me. I still have a stack of anime and manga CDs care of Jazel though so I think I'll be able to survive.

La lala lala...

The Inventor of "Ivanee"

Because "Ivanee" is slowly gaining widespread usage much to my amazement, the one who coined it insists that she be acknowledged publicly as, um, the one who coined it. The first one, to be precise because Kattee also did, but she came only in second.

(Click to enlarge.)

Haha. There, I posted your picture. :P You have no right to complain because you never refused when I asked for your permission. Nyahaha. >:)
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Whee, I just finished downloading CAN'T BUY MY LOVE by YUI!
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Got excited over this (found the link from T. Duna's blog) so I hurriedly signed up for an account. Too bad most of my username choices were already unavailable so I had to stick with "ivanfloresrico".

Sana Hindi Ko Na Makita Ulit Pagmumukha Mo. Ever.

A common friend told me you're doing well now. You've gradually straightened out your life, and it's nice to know that. I say this with utmost sincerity. I keep no more resentment towards you. As if you would care a bit knowing that (my saying "It's nice to hear you're doing well.") Even at the time I hurled myself at your feet and almost died choking on my pride, you never did. Never!

Split

Now looking back at all we've planned, we let so many dreams just slip through our hands. Why must we wait so long before we'll see how sad the answers to those questions can be?

Do you know where you're going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? Where are you going to? Do you know?

Do you get what you're hoping for? When you look behind you there's no open door. What are you hoping for? Do you know...