Feeling very down and agitated (and tired, and tired, and tired) during my 4:00-5:30PM class, I decided to scrap all my plans for the night, to let go off my steam of frustrations. Usually, when I get that particular feeling, it would be either malling and pigging out alone at any nearby mall, or bringing math books to Bo’s Katips to distract myself. This time, however, I decided to just have it take a different path. Or perhaps just unwind my heart out rather than distracting myself out of it.
I asked Melisa after class to join me for dinner that night. When Gelo found out that we’re heading to SM, he decided to tag along: he’ll take the MRT at TriNoma for convenience in seating.
Before leaving, we went to MMC tambs; I have to leave something there for Joseph. I met with him there; he decided to join us for dinner. Tonting tagged along, too. Surprise! A supposedly Jodi-Melisa kwentuhan turned out to be a new SM Annex five-person mall tour! Yaaay! And it seemed to look like Melisa’s dating four guys simultaneously – literally! Haha!
Before anything else, I have to buy a huge plastic box for my room in my new board room – which I would have to carry along the whole mall trip.
We ended up eating at KFC, laughing our hearts out at every possible joke we can think of (except Melisa, who was unusually quiet). I’ll make a little confession: at about 70% of the time we sent there, I was pouring my intellectual strength down to recall every possible joke that they’ve never heard yet. At that hour (or more), I was sure I’m having a good time, the best one I had this week. It didn’t stop there, though. We have at least three failed attempts to reach The Annex through the still-closed Sky Garden. We ended there astonished to see a not-so-SM-ish place, although we did conclude that most of the architectural features were still SM-esque. If I remember it correctly, we strolled all six floors (from lower ground up to the fifth) while laughing and sharing stories. By 9PM, we were exhausted, and took the couches for ourselves. And then, it was time to leave.
Had we known that escalators from the top floor were full, then we shouldn’t have waited five minutes at the fourth. But we didn’t, and ended up surprised at the amount of people loaded when the elevator door opened. Surprised — that we didn’t help but laugh out loud (as in LOOOOL) to see people’s peculiar expressions looking at us. We passed the chance to board the lift, but did give it a second try – this time, we’re alone. This time, determining from the previous experience that the elevator would be loaded, we tried putting our back against the door so that we’d look weird. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), not a single person joined the elevator ride from the other floors. What are the odds?!
We headed home, quite fast actually. Gelo and Tonting headed to TriNoma for the MRT, while I, Sef and Melisa headed back to UP. We took home new nicknames, too: Sef – Renz, Melisa – Lis, Tonting – Toni, Gelo – Anj and Jodi – Ryl. *_*
When I thought I’ve already called it a day, Beng texted me to watch the KAISA *insert the event name here, nalimutan ko*, which I did. Although I arrived there at 11PM (at wala na si Beng. Kumusta naman sa nag-imbita? Haha.) and that the event was over, we still stayed up until past 12 midnight to chat and joke along while they’re having dinner, very similar to the ones with my math majors friends a few hours earlier. (Sa KFC rin, surprise!)
Harap-harapan ako nila Kuya Titus at Emil asarin kay Steph, nako. *_*
I was home before 1AM, safe and sound. And happy. But that was Thursday pa.
Out of topic: Happy birthday to my dearest mom! I love you!
(Baka magalit siya pag nag-upload ako ng picture nya eh, like the ones I did for my friends.)
You told me you’re lonely
Can’t hear you, can’t feel you
I’m frozen, I’m posin’
There’s no way you move me
Watch me, dress me
Can’t impress me
I’m not changing
Adjust.
I cannot help myself, I’m just doin’ what I do
Help myself to anything that I want so thank you
I like it and I’ll do what I like and you’ll do what I like and you’ll like it
If you wanna just scream – scream you lungs out
If you wanna just cry – cry your eyes out
I will do my thing – that’s what I’m about
You can cry your eyes out of your head
Baby baby, I don’t care
You can c-c-cry, ag-g-gain
My face like a mannequin
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Filed under: Friends
…Coco and Joseph.
(Matklab friends, ‘wag kayong magselos.) This Christmas break, they’ve been distractingly online (or at least visible) in Y! Messenger; so unlike during regular days when they’re always invisible to everyone, just buzzing out when they need you, or something. (Which is a good thing?) This vacay break, we’ve been IM-ing almost every evening – aside from the usual blog-hopping, FailBlog-ging, Plurk-ing. etc.
I always liked to ask why us three won’t just go on an online conference. When I’m chatting with those two, it seems like one or the other is always a ‘bridge’ or a middleman (middleperson, for feminists) for the other. The things I tell Joseph, he’d copy and paste it to Melisa’s window. Melisa would do the same for Joseph and me. In fact, I also do the same thing.
Sometimes though, it would be a little more interactive. Things like, “Sef, pakisabi naman kay Coco, ‘Whatever!’,” or “Jodi, sabi ni Coco, ‘Talaga?’.” Hahaha.
Miss you, guys! (‘Miss you, a guy and a girl!’, for feminists.)
PS Excerpt from Coco: (more…)
It’s been a year since this blog opened. I made this to channel my feelings, to serve as an outlet. Not that my previous blog didn’t serve the purpose, but I’d rather that it be in a more mature way. I stopped ‘emotional blogging’ as I transferred to this server. Aside from that, nothing really changed. Everything is still coming direct from me, even with less of the emotions. Looking back, I think I’m more satisfied with it. (It’s not that I’m forcing myself to be a stiffer person. I just tried reading my Blogdrive pretending to be a different person and woah! Anyway.)
It’s been a year since this blog opened; I made 101 posts already (Had I cut on my clicks and types and made this the 100th post, the celebration could’ve been extra special with that fact, but who cares?) Half of those posts were merely narration of events; about a third of it were my true insights, and the rest were made just for fun and entertainment.
It’s been a year since this opened. In the next 365 days, I’m hoping this would still be active. It would contain the same material, although I suggest an increase in contents concerning my heart and my rants, for that matter. I just thought of making this more personal, more intimate, but still readable by a vast majority. So I thought of celebrating its birthday by also changing the blog title and header; this would be a reminder for me to be more mature yet intimate as the picture suggests: it seems peaceful, but inside my heart, there’s a burning desire to create a perfect chaos. Tables Are Turning is basically the same as You’ll Never… but much much closer to the reader.
It’s been a year since I created this. Ten thousand page views later, I’m still here doing the very same thing: in my pursuit to be successful in living, this blog would always be a channel of updates and commentaries on how I’m doing.
That’s it. Thank you for always clicking back for the past year. And oh, happy new year! 
