Saturday, May 30, 2009

Swollen Eyes and Ears

Marshall and Lily are forever couples. They haven't slept with anyone but each other. Although Lily's experience is debatable, technically they made love with each other only. You haven't been to the Empire State Building yet if you haven't been on the top -How I Met Your Mother. They even know EVERYTHING about each other. In one episode, they had an exchange of stories (in detail) about what they did that day. They look so cute together. I hope they're real couples =) =) =)

In real life, there's a couple trying to be like Lily and Marshall but aren't really cute to look at. Like Lily and Marshall, they tell everything about each other, in detail also. However, contrary to what most of us feel about the cute couple-Lily and Marshal, couple Mira and Railey are irritating to both my eyes and ears. Mira is a nice girl, I met her during community service. But when she is with Railey, she is the opposite. They're both nice but you know when two nice people are together they're like too nice to look at that you'd rather not look at them. That is what I feel about them. Anyway, Mira and I became good friends. We were together at three outreach activities. First was at Cavite, then at Laguna and most recently at Bataan.

It took us 2 hours to reach Cavite and it also took my ears two hours to hear again. My ears felt numb after two hours listening to Mira say 'I love you' one hundred times or even more to her boyfriend over the phone. Mira played the role of a tour guide on our way to Cavite. She reported to Railey every turn we took and every animal we saw. She acted like nobody was with her or maybe she thought we were enjoying her broadcasting. When we were in Laguna I thought it would be fine since they were together but NOOO. We still had a tour guide but this time we had two. I don't understand why they had to tell each other everything they saw when they both know that the other one saw the same thing! It was worse. I hoped it would be different in Bataan but NOOO again. Yes they were quiet on the second half of the trip but guess what? It was my eyes' turn to feel the pain. They were hugging each other tightly that not even a saw can separate them. It was worse than a porno. After those three unforgettable trips, I swore to myself that I will never be with anyone of them again.

mIRC

N.A.S.L.

I caught Regina, my 18-yr old helper using my laptop three times in a row. The first time I caught her, I told her I'll tell her parents about it if she does it again. The following day, she used my laptop again. Thinking how Regina might end up with bruises all over her body and a strand of hair left, I didn't talk to her parents. Nevertheless, I gave her a homily on why using someone else's belongings without permission is bad. She said she wouldn't do it again. True enough, when I got home the next day, my laptop was on the exact spot where I left it and was sure to be unused. I felt like my homily moved Regina. That day was very long that I went to bed right after I had dinner. I was really expecting I'd be getting a very nice sleep. But I guess my homily didn't work after all. Regina woke me up with her giggle.


I lost my control and screamed at her. I told her I will really tell her parents this time. She cried, it made me stop. I let her explain herself. It all started with the letters N,A,S and L. Our neighbor, Mikki, told Regina to download mIRC, a software that enables you to make new friends online. She met her "boyfriend" Gerome there. She said it was so sweet of Gerome to be the first to ask N(ame)A(ge)S(ex)L(ocation) compared to other guys who just wait for the girls to take initiative. Regina concluded that she fell inlove the first time they had a conversation. Before Gerome logged out, he asked Regina if he can be her boyfriend. That was the last thing she heard from Gerome that day. Due to Regina's eagerness to say "yes" to Gerome, Regina went online the following day at the same time she went online the other day. Gerome gave Regina flowers on that day and she marked it as their first date. The night I caught Regina, they have decided to take it to the next level. Good thing I woke up before they actually did take it to the next level. I told Regina how lame it was for them to "do it" online. I told her that if Gerome really loves her, he should be man enough to tell her that face to face. After that night, Regina never used my laptop. They never communicated thru mIRC again, they didn't have to.. they see each other face to face every Sunday, on Regina's day off anyway.

Friday, May 29, 2009

They aren't saints

There are different types of couples. There are couples who are as sweet as a chocolate, some are cute like puppies, many are inseperable like egg yolk and egg white, but there are some who are indescribable, somewhat creepy but more of mysterious. Just like Rica and Carlo. Rica is the president of Literature Organization while Carlo is the president of Chemical Engineering Circle. They both wear eye glasses which make them different. People really can't describe them as a couple which makes them very mysterious. Noone has seen them smack or hug in school. They don't even hold hands. What makes people believe that they are a couple is the fact that they always attend meetings together. They always are seated next to each other. Some say that it is their highest form of showing affection to one another. An afternoon in the elevator proved me wrong.

There were only the three of us there. We all rode the elevator at 23rd flooor. Unfortunately, we were all headed to the same floor - the Ground Floor. It was so quiet. I think it was my longest time in the elevator. While they did the most boring thing - which is to do nothing - I was able to wonder, observe and theorize.

I wonder why they were in the 23rd floor. It's the floor of the Law Department which justifies the need for me to go there. But Rica and Carlo, hmmm..

I have observed that Rica's hair is messed up.
I have observed that Carlo's zipper is open.
Hmmmm.

They actually did something. Something you think they might not do or be unaware of. They are a serious couple. They don't hug, kiss or do other PDA stuff. But they actually do something. They do that in the 23rd floor! True enough, they aren't saints. Too much for being mysterious.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

My girlfriend today, my friend's girlfriend tomorrow, mine again the day after.

Irritating how girls are passed on just like chewing gum by boys. Worse, those boys are just in one circle. I just got home from a Family Reunion and I saw my cousin with the girl who happens to be his ex but at the same time, soon-to-be gf. They were together a few years back. Sadly, their relationship failed. After a while, this girl became my cousin's friend's girlfriend. When I learned that, I felt really bad for my cousin. Though he keeps saying the bro code: bros before hoes, I can't picture him being perfectly convenient in their scenario. Take this: He was crazy in love with this girl that he even made a bet that they they'd be the last couple standing in the clan. Crazy I know. How the hell then can he accept the fact that this girl is now dating his friend, FYI, really close friend? How did he manage to see them hug, kiss and do other PDA stuff? Anyway, according to him it was fine. Eventually he found a way to let the girl go back to her original home, where she truly belongs(his perspective). I don't know how he did it, but I wana say congratulations to my cousin, sorry to his friend and 'do good this time' to the girl. Now the 'friend' gets to be in the awkward position.

I guess my cousin really loves the girl. It's cute how in my cousin's story, it's the guy who turned out to play the martyr role. Does this still happen now? Or is my cousin the last one to play that role? I hope he gets to be the last one. Stop stupidity people, no martyrs please, haha sorry cousin, you know my stand on this issue.

I am happy for you anyway, I'm just a solid anti "pass the girl/boy to a friend" concept. My guy period, your guy period. My ex period, your ex period. My trash period, your dirt period.