when good girls go bad

last friday, i was not getting any text for any gimik. i even texted my friend, miguel, that i might just go malling instead. actually, a badminton game offer was standing at that time, but i feel so tamad to go to club650 just to produce sweat for my bora vodeeeh.

since im really determined not to go out on that Friday night, i agreed to meet-up with my college friend who happens to be working nearby as well. when i was about to leave and slid my laptop in my backpack, my boss said we have another meeting with a TV station. wtf!!! at 5pm, on a friday, meeting??? you must be kidding me.

so i waited, ate mini burgers, drank regular coke and doodled circles and squares while waiting for the meeting to end. i know my friend wanted to kill me for making him wait for an hour. geez. so we decided to just chill out and i treated him a bottle of Gilbeys Premium each at Krokodile Grille at GB3 to make up for my tardiness.

i got home to my apartment at around 8pm when my friend lalie asked me if i want to go out. if just the two of us would be ok. ever since some friends went out of the country, we were all going out in mini groups. i said yes even if i really feel dizzy already. she picked me up from my apartment at around 10:30pm then headed to encore.

of course i asked her if we were on the list because i dont want to pay the door charge. good thing we’re there. the last time i was there was 2years ago when my friend jen had her despidida party when she went to NY. we stayed for an hour at the main room, chatted the night away, then got bored while waiting for our friends, so we decided to go to fly. that room is always jampacked with people. BECAUSE!!! their music got lyrics…hahaha.

we met some friends at Fly and gave us free VIP access plus tequila shots. we danced and danced those pop songs. yeah pop songs. hahaha. when the party was about to end, we went back to the main room to see how our other friends were doing. their companions gave us a sip of jack and coke which i never really liked. im still a vodka-sprite-cherries fan.

the party at encore ended so early, but my friend lalie got to go home. we brought her at the taxi stand while me and the others headed to fiama. and i cannot just let my 100 peso taxi investment just go like that without getting any from that place. so met these group of guys, who we think were gays? i don’t know. i just gone nosebled for speaking in english all throughout!!! damn. they bought us vodka-sprite-cherries and iced tea.

to cap the night off, we ended it at Mr. Kabab before getting some sleep at around 7am. so lazy to post more photos. will edit next time. and as for the title: that’s one secret i wont tell. hahaha wink

shopaholic chronicle

for the past three weeks, me and my sisses has been sooo addicted to shopping. its like a habit that when we see each other we have to buy something we’ll be fascinated about. since the bonuses has been given early this year, im doing a canvass already of what to give to family and friends this christmas.

it was such a tiring week for me. ive been trying to beat a lot of deadlines yet trying to keep myself socially alive by attending different events.  but its really making me feel so tired.

and the only thing that makes me feel better is buying new stuff. so i bought a new pair of shoes which my bestfriend chose for me and a pair of earrings. i was even surprised to find out that trinoma has fabulous stores now like aldo, trunk show, mango, promod, and more. its just that i prefer the makati crowd still. hahaha.

spotted: regine of bench at eastwood friday evening then at trinoma the next day. hahaha. (she’s really pretty)

the worst thing a guy could do

i was out with friends yesterday when one friend told me how i was ditched by this guy, who used to court me, to other people. he made it appear like i was using him when i was never asking for anything. he made it appear like  he’s the better choice but it was so stupid of me not to choose him. he made it appear like he did everything to win me and for that i was such a tease.

i wanted to talk to him about this. but i thought that would just waste my time. i tried to befriend him, acting as comfortable just like how i do with my other friends. i never really knew he won’t understand. i clarified things to him early on but i didn’t know he’s not listening to what i was saying. he told me i was just the one he never got among others who he worked so hard for. maybe its so harsh for me to say that not everything can be achieved through hard work.

now, his life was ruined. i don’t think i should be held responsible for that but knowing him, he might just think it’s all because of me. i have never encountered someone as bitter as him. why can’t people just be happy for others. well, i can’t care any less. its just a total waste of time