The BS Singers

Before the BSP party at the PICC, 19 December 2006. That's our new "casual" costume. Wait and see our "formal" attire. We'd put a light bulb to shame!

Look!

Attended Myke's and Dennis wedding yesterday...and I bought this Vergel de Dios gown at Robinsons' only Sunday evening...after trying on all the colors. I couldn't fit into a small size (one centimeter na lang, di pa masara, hmmmppphhh!) and the only one that fit was this royal blue empire-cut long gown. It was already nearing closing time, so I settled and hoped it'll turn out fine.

Sponsors: Ms. Marce for the make-up. Myself for the hair (which explains why I look like I just got out of a convertible). My sister for the picture. Pang friendster daw. Harharhar.



And then!!!! I landed with the boquet...rather, it landed on me. Actually, there was no boquet/garter-tossing. Just a trip-to-Jerusalem type of game.

No higher than this please!

Another Repeater

Mahal na kita frnd..sori. masaya na ko ngaun nasabi ko na mahal kita. kahit iwasan mo ko at lst nasabi ko..murahin m na ko kung yan gus2 mo ok lang sakin.hirap na hirap na ko itago damdamin ko. iloveu frnd..patawad gago ako.alam ko naman na d ako ang type m eh. gago lang talaga ako. sorry frnd..

Sorry Ding.hayaan m dna ko magttxt sau. maligaya na ko na nasabi ko ang gus2ng gus2 kong sbhn sau.BYE FRND AND IM VERY SORRY DIKO NAPIGIL SARILI KO.BYE PARE TKE CARE ALWAYS..SORRY SORRY SORRY TALAGA..

And here I was just saying last time that I've begun to breathe easier...

Repeat Performance

I have a "repeater" last night.

And to think I've begun to breathe easier, having rebuffed the last one with finality. Though he has again sent cutesy messages, at least, there are no more personal questions and I know he has accepted my decision.

Then here comes The Repeater. Asking me if he could go to our house. I knew it the moment he asked for directions to my place that this is going to be "The Declaration, Part II". When he did eventually asked if "Pwede ka na bang ligawan?" my mind was screaming and it took a lot of willpower not to reply "Bakit, ano ba ako, trese anos?" I told him that I am not in the market for relationships now (a blatant lie) and would rather we remain frineds. He said "Pangalawa ko na ito, diba?" and I felt the faint stirrings of pity in my heart.

This is actually the second time in one week that I have rebuffed an admirer. When it rains, it pours, yes. But during summer, it's as arid as Mars.

Blowing the Candles

It's 361 days to go before I celebrate my birthday again. Sigh. My special day came and went by like a blur. I woke up with a heavy head and a clogged nose (a now frequent event, it seems) to a dozen birthday greetings on my cellphone and was glad that I enrolled in UNLIMITXT the previous night.

My first chore for the day was to go to Chocolate Lovers to replenish my baking stock. After a brief rest and a quick lunch while stringing a lei for the party's Hawaiian dance, I proceeded to bake some bars and cookies to give to MSG, the Palarca family and some friends.

A brief rest again before an equally brief and hurried bath so I can have enough time to iron my hair and a self-pedicure. Before I knew it, we were running late for the Holy Mass. I had to drag my parents out of the house just so we could at least make it to the homily.

If there was one prayer answered, it was the one about the latest, J. From the start, I had prayed that he will realize that whatever feelings he might have for me will be unreciprocated. I always find it awkward to "spurn" men, because at the back of my mind, I feel guilty knowing that I'm rejecting them for the wrong reasons. But I want to remain true to myself, and I want to stop being self-centered and selfish. No matter how much I enjoy flattery, I don't want them to waste their time, effort and money on something they can not have.

I didn't have a real birthday party, nor a cake I can blow while making a wish...anyhow, I don't know if I'll be mumbling the same wish, since I don't think God still needs to second-guess it. Looking at all the things I have, all my family, friends and whatnots, I'm always grateful for these. I'm financially stable, and though still single, far from nursing a broken heart. I've all the shoes I can enjoy (and yet, acquiring more), and though I have no sense of smell more frequently than I have colds, my body is still functioning well and good. I am free, and alive and able. Some people have far less than these. I've no right to complain. =)

The Bag(s)

Were "delivered" by Mike after the first Friday Mass. MSG did send text messages apologizing for not personally giving me these. He also did say "more to come".

In fairness, they are pretty, though when he first mentioned they were for export and very pricey, I had envisioned jewel-encrusted bags only socialites have the moolah to buy.

I'm feeling quite guilty, because he's really been very nice and appreciative inspite of my lack of "whatever" for him. I know he spends his last few pesos buying cellphone loads to send me messages instead of saving up or buying food.

So, kindness for kindness, I promised to bake him a little something for Christmas.

Golden UFOs

And here are the golden UFOs. Thirty or so of these hang from the ceiling in various nooks of our small office. Of course, made from foil, some nylon and double-back tapes, and the cardboards from toilet tissue rolls.

With the addition of Cathy's multi-colored mini-parols, the office now looks so festive people comment "Ay, fiesta ang theme nila!"