So busy. T.T I felt so bad I couldn’t go with friends and binge. Anyway, things are keeping me from thinking about my MIHCA finals results, what to do for OJT, what to do about being a fresh graduate again. See, I am now not only nosebleeding but hemmorhaging – lying in a pool of blood because for hours already, I have been talking about how the Brits and the Arabs bugger each other. I was supposed to cough up enough words to fill a 40-page treatise in 12 hours. And so far, I was only able to manage a word count fit in 1 and a half page of short bond paper. WTF.

Been to Amici today with some classmates (strange that this is only the time we’ve managed to be there when its practically just a stone’s throw away from us) – My second time already. Had pizza and gelato and cappucino and we were wearing pa our ties from the PET training (don’t ask what’s this) and just resting from a day’s work.

It’s kinda funny how we eat now these days.
“What’s that sting? Jalapeno?”
“This sun-dried tomato tastes way different from the bottled ones I’ve tried.”
“Pizza crust is superb, no?”
“O centerpiece yan.”

The attendant must have been perplexed as we huddle together trying to figure out a very small sliver of spice that looks like a chip of wood the size of a dried tarragon. Or was it smaller?

Gelato was very good (forgot the name except that it rhymes with Luya and starts with letter G) but the coffee was a little off. The free coffee in Biggs (popular food chain back home) is better. Then the pizza, well… in the scale of 1-5, with five being phenomenal, I’d say 3.75.

It’s a fact that there are times when one has to really undergo dating and all that processes in the mating ritual in order to be with someone. And this would make you think that a dude is better off when he is a kid and seventeen because back then when you’re attracted to someone, no one and nothing else matter. But when you’re grown up things get complicated. I had this date last weekend we were having dinner and I’m trying to start a conversation and kinda figure what she wants and see if I can make her happy. The part when we’re supposed to talk about the weather, and the color of the tablecloth, and how fancy the coffee was, was soured by her inquiries about my work. What do you do? Blah blah blah. The gist was that if I do have a job, if its stable and if she’s gonna be secure and I could pay gas to her car on a daily basis. Boy, was I stressed. I couldn’t even fend for my needs. The thing was that I am not that attracted very much so I ended up telling her this story that I am a masseur and I work night shifts and I am training to be a kitchen aide for a possible stint in a hotel.

Wtf.

There’s even this girl way back, who was asking for my BMI and I must have stared like an idiot. She said it’s my body mass index and she’s checking if its right. Good heavens.

It’s just good that there are those who would be fun and just live by the moment and be happy with what I could give.

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Meanwhile, yesterday was Good Friday and I had fun with friends. It’s a 4-year tradition already, we -  all the boys back home/just us – go to the beach and binge like the fish. It seems like a sacrilege with the season and all but then again, it’s our time to see each other again and have fun and talk and live and just fool around.  No stress and no worries about BMI.

WordPress has this Dashboard that resembles a website’s control panel. What it does is show you stuffs that happen to your website, including the traffic – the most read, and all that. I particularly like the part that tells you the keywords people googled that brought them to the blog. Anyway, here’s the top five keywords this week that got you guys reading my rants and gloating and all that hogwash:

1. Fern-C (T.T)
2. comments MIHCA studying
3. *censored
4. Trust review (:P )
5. flyboi (wah! people are googling my name)