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they were all recounting when they lost their virginity, high school, college, and then they joked i'll do i at the age of thirty. ha!

i always thought that no date is better than a than a bad date

i's a part of my life that i do not want to remember but ill always remember because my friends were there. i had witnesses who will always badger me to no end.

The guy doesn't even know where Trinoma is.

Okay, so medyo forgivable, coz he's a seaman from Davao, and that Trinoma is the newest mall.
But then when I asked him to meet up instead in SM Nedsa, he detered and instead wanted to go to Isetan,.

Uh?!

i have been seldom replying to his texts
the last text i sent him this morning was: "weirdo, may dahilan ba ako para magalit sayo?"

i'd just like to kill him in my world he is dead. why? just because?

the first time you saw blood, did your parents tell you what it was, no. So it's simply instinct why i am doing this. goodbye GfY

Labels: Brooke, EB, friends, HS, virgin diaries

it wasn't as surreal as i expected it to be I got more tongue tied and lost whenever I see Tortilos walking down the hallways of my alma mater or a certain mall.

I guess, having a picture taken and an album plus a poster autographed would seem enough for a raving fan. But then, it just doesn't fill the void. (i know that "i'll always be the lucky one")

Ok, i have to admit that, madami pa akong celebrity crushes, this is just one of them. Oh well, it was after all only his music and talent in song writing that i like about him and not his looks***

Although, I don't feel the same way towards tortilos anymore.
no more jitters no more quivers down, that only he has the power to send to me.
those partial body malfunctions, similar to asthma attacks, one thing that saves me is the thought of him.
no, hindi pa pwede., haven't yet kissed him, hugged him, touched him, Ah i miss that Tortilos crunch

I don't know if it counts, there was this one chance encounter, in a mall, my fingers ran through his left arm, for me to assure myself that yes he is indeed real.

i have had the ginormous admiration for that guy, almost leaning towards obsession, to the point of stalking him. Yes, one time a friend and I almost did, we followed him around campus, unfortunately he got into one building, and i think he attended a conference of sorts, that's where we lost him.

Right now, to me his dead. Not literally, because he has been in and out of the yahoo messenger (and no, i (nor he) have not been buzzing him, if any of you wonder). He is dead because I do not get to see him anymore, not even a sight of his frightening hair.

I know that i do not think about him anymore because I do not mistake any guy with the same silhoutte, long hair, rugged and has not shaved for quite a long time for him. See?

It's only now that the truth is exorcising me. It's not really him, it's only the idea of him, what he will become and what he has to offer.

Well, I guess he is good looking, being the look alike of certain celebs like Atom and Champ.

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Labels: celebrity crush, crush, Rico Blanco, tortilos

OM told me that the first guy from yes (GfY) texted him and wanted to know my number,
so i got his from OM.

A few texts later, i decided to meet up with guy from yes.
There same night that a friend from high school (HS) called me and wanted to meet up. Apparently, my clique has already planned this days before and had only gotten the load just now. What more, one of my friends had just broken up with her lover.

I couldn't get out of it. Even if I told HS that I had an EB planned for the night, which was a celebration for them because I rarely go out, especially with guys.

We were meeting at Vito Cruz, at a bar called Dematisse. My broken hearted (BH) friend once told me about it, it was supposedly full of lesbians. So, of course I wanted to come for the experience.

(the meeting time was at 6pm, they made me wait for two f:)cking hours. the staff already knew me as the babae sa may dulo, grr.)

When BH and HS came, BH spilled about how she didn't care about her ex. She was playing it up like every broken hearted girl should texting her how hurt was etcetera. Well I've never been through any break-ups so, i can't any offer advice for this situation. But judging from what my friends are doing it is best for a girl to rant when she's numb and leave and let it be when there is pain.

HS told BH about my EB. It was decided upon to let (GfY) come over. I didn't know that they had dates coming over.

HS talked to GfY over my phone, pretending to be me. Ang sabi pa ni HS, "mnsan lang kayo nag-uusap no? Hindi niya ako nabosesan."

Well, yes. We did talk , about once over the phone, the rest was just how are you and a couple of ingats ka. Sappy? huh?

HS did most of the babbling to convince GfY to come over to Dematisse. Several phone calls later, HS was laughing. She has succeded! Gfy was bringing his brother, the one who came up to us (OM and me).

Honestly, I never cared if GfY didn't show up, I even texted him, ok lang kahit di na dumating uuwi na din ako.

He replied, "bakit? wait lang, ok lang ba?"

Grr,. HS got him convinced to meet with my friends.

So I had to wait for him, even though I told my mom that I'd be home by nine pm, (I asked for ten pm, but she said I had to be at nine). I had to wait for him, he was on his way from Sta. Cruz.

it was just the three of us, BH, HS and me. when a couple of little girls or should I say guys, approached my friend, BH. they looked like twins, with the chinita eyes, same barber cut and same jeans and shirt get up. They were keeping BH company.

Finally, our fourth friend, (FF)the late one decided to join us. She was on a date with this weirdly tall and white guy, called Kim. Kim, once worked in Telus, but not with BH, i think.

I wanted to go home, I know that my mother was going to grill me, for the hour that i was going to get my key to the door.

But then one of the little girls, or is it boys, suddenly said, siya nga daw seventeen lang eh. Moreover, my friends were beging me to stay for my ka-Eb.

Finally, I got a text from Gfy, telling me he was there.
i asked where. He couln't have gotten around far, without having seen me. we have just moved near the entrance.
It turned out that he was in the second floor.

My friends chided me to go see him na. Accompanied by BH, I went up. the second floor was darkly lit and was full of girls and their ka-ons. So, I really didn't know where he was. There was a table, on the other end of the corner, where two guys where.
I only spotted one of them, the one nearest the corner, he was fugly. As in. how do I describe it? Yah, i guess that's just the word, it, and not him, LOL! dark colored and desperatly needing a facial, wearing only sando and jeans, if that's him, puhlees! BH wanted to go there. I quickly told her, "hindi yan yun," and made a dash for the stairs as the other guy, pointed right
at me. OMG!

Fortunately, I got to our table, without anyone chasing after moi. BH was laughing telling our friends how the other guy pointed directly at me while i said, "hindi yan yun!"

I did not want to go back there. But my friends were on this guy's side. They were coaxing me to o up again, how about the guy's effort to come meet me. After all, it was all so sudden and he agreed. I was standing firm, I did not want o see that Rene Requestas incarnate again, and then one of my friends commented. "Si Ana, feeling miss Universe." They were jabbering me to go see the guy, so what if he is ugly, i too have my faults. They were trying to make me see the efforts, he was at home at what time of the night and out of nowhere said yes in meeting with me.

I wouldn't budge. Until, HS offered to join me, she'd make sure that nothing bad was gonna happen.

We went up, when we got to the table, the guy from yes was there, as i had remembered him. Somewhat fair skinned and yup, okay naman.

Apparantly, he had gone to the Cr the first time I went up that was why I did not see him. I introduced HS to Gfy, unfortuantely I got his name wrong, it wasn't Eric, it was something else. Again, he called me Broke, and HS kept addressing me as Ana. So GFY wondered what my name really was. HS made palusot, saying she was used to calling me Ana.

His friends didn't want to join our table, but he was nice enough to even grab a beer from our bucket. He noticed the two little dykes sitting next to him, to hom he was joking, "baka may project pa kayo ha?"

more girl on girl action

Fortunately for me, it was time to go, and phew, he also had left. I was _ home by one of the little girl/boys in a taxi, coz BH said she was into me. Yeah, right?

HS texted me days lated that GfY is okay na, nakikisama, and all

Labels: Brooke, EB, friends, get together, HS

it was a normal day office, or so i thought. An office mate invited me out after. So she could have some companion to quiapo and then afterwards we'd grab a drink or two in her usual tambayan at Recto Ave.

I've been there, at Yes! once, maybe twice during my college days. i never expected to go back. it was a kind of seedy bar. People playing billiards, guys asking for your number and buying you drinks.

It was a little different that night. The place was not packed, as it usually was. I could now here the music playing, instead of people's voices rising above each others trying to tell a story. There were, to my estimate, five tables occupied. The number of people playing billiards were also quite few, only about two tables.

It was only the two of us in that table, near the hanging electric fan, We picked that coz, it was kind of hot and we were tired walking all the way from Quiapo.

We had a little problem with money, so we ordered just one pitcher of beer for a hundred bucks. We were calculating how much more was left for us to get home. I had enough just for one ride. Which was okay, i just had to walk to Avenida and ride a jeep to home from there.

Time seemed to pass by quickly, us talking and taking pictures and the pitcher running dry.
I felt my head getting heavy by the minute, so I didn't want a drink, leaving my friend the pitcher all to herself.

We were good to go with the last glass of beer being drunk, until somebody from two tables in front us approached us.

The guy asked for our number. He had with him, two cellphones, cool, probably one of his mates, wanted one of our numbers.

I told you I've been there before, but not with my office mate (OM). I remember that time, when I was out with my friends, and someone came by, asking to join us, buy us a drink, and they, the people who I was with, rejected.

So i was just laughing, I didn't know what to do. Until my officemate dropped a hint and called me Brooke.

I got the message loud and clear, though, i was still giggling uncontrollably. I didn't know whose number was I supposed to give out. I reached for my cellphone. hanging on my neck and gave hers, my OM's, instead.

The guy left us, we were good to go, unfortunately, to our surprise, another man approached our table.


This guy was old, well, not necessarily carrying a crane to walk old, just older than me, old. About thirty years old i'm guessing, and was just out for the night. We found out that he ran his own business.

We were out of booze, and my friend hinted just that. So the guy, OG bought us another pitcher. But what's beer without pulutan right? So my conniving friend,OM, laughed her way for us to get some chicken wings or something.

The table near us, had this amazing pulutan, Ang bango ng amoy, sobra. and that was what we wanted. OG did not want to shell out anymore, but then OM told OG that i wanted that. i nodded, and that was what I told OG. Talk about going for his money.

OG then started asking where I lived. Honestly, I wasn't just gonna get inside some strangers car. No! Absolutely not! Then, OM wanted to take me home safely, and she thought that OG taking me home would be that. So they had a long, extremely long conversation on how OG should take me home first and then take OM to where she wants to go next. That was how we emptied the pitcher of beer. Over that debate.

OM actually is a great friend, because she was looking after me. She even explained to OG that in terms of men I was just in grade 2, unlike her who is about to graduate. my friend warned old guy that if anything ever happens to me, he's head is on the chopping board since she knows everyone at this bar.

So, we were definitely out of beer, and i really had to go. Coz i didn't tell my mom where i would be that night. I know she'll be mad.

OG promised he'll take us home so when we walked out of the bar and into Recto, we were expecting a car. It was a van, a barangay van, which he said was his. OM and a friend from the bar, got into the back.

That was when OG told us he was only kidding, what a joke.

His car was a silver Crosswind. I sat in the front passenger seat and told him, I lived near Mayon. OM and her friend was at the back. He took a right turn towards España Boulevard.

But then, things kind of turn rash when he took a right turn at A.H. Lacson Street. I thought at first he was trying to avoid traffic and might go for Loyola, but then we were nearing Nagtahan bridge! What the fuck!

This was not the way to my house! I was radically complaining and pointing out just that. But no, he continued on.

I know i had to get out of this vehicle. The red light stopped us. I immediately, no questions asked, opened my door and got out. I walked away from then Crosswind. OM's friend followed me.

Fuck, there was some financial problem, kulang ako sa pera to go home. I had just enough money for one ride (which was what we originally calculated from the bar) but then to get to out house from where that bastard took me i like had to get on two, maybe even three jeepneys.
I asked OM's friend if he can take me home, he gladly said yes.

The crosswind took a Uturn with OG chasing after me, or should I say Brooke. he was yelling out Brooke's name. He told me he wouldn't do anything to harm me, and that i can trust him. Yah right!

My officemate, who was still in the car, finally spoke up. You don't need to worry, nothing is gonna happen to you. I'm here. I trusted her words.

Although I was reluctant to go back inside the car, I had no other choice. How was I gonna get home?

So, pinagsungitan ko nalang si OG on my way home. He was caressing me, yuck, kadiri! and i was moving myself away.

I wanted OG to just drop me off near our house, but then OM had to jingle so, I had no other choice.

I never spoke to OG again,

Labels: Brooke, old guy, way home