At last!
I can now post on my blog. I don't have any idea what happened with my account. Suddenly, I can't post my adventures et al. There was this tiny thingy that was a square with an x on it. Sometimes, it was a square with triangle, circle and square on it. What were those?
Too many things were forgotten because of a little nuisance. Good thing I can still remember some he he.
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To mention, I met this grade 2 Chinese American classmate of mine in our office building. Man, people do change! Gone were her braids and her girly look before. Now she look like a man with her ties and character. I was shocked. But well, that was almost 15 years ago I think. She can't even believe at first that I was her classmate when I've greeted her at the lobby. When I saw her, I knew that I've already met her before but I wasn't that sure. Suddenly, I saw her name on her company I.D. Mylene Santos. Oh my gosh! The Mylene Santos. My classmate. Cute. Smart. The girl who can outrun and outsmart every guys in class. A close friend. Well, what do you know. Now I eat lunch with her when we're both free.
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My rich pure Chinese cousin called me a week ago. Guess what, she wanted me to be one of her bridesmaids on her June wedding. Who am I to say no eventhough I wanted to scream and say "What?!!!! A bridesmaid? Oh man, no!!!!" Really, I'm not that comfortable wearing sexy dresses. It's not me. Maybe before I would wear one when I have to but I've gained weight. Do you think I can carry it? The dress is a tube gown low cut at the back. I wanted to cry. That means I have to tone down for two weeks. No rice. Plain fruits. Head to the gym after office hours. I'm glad the gym is at the mall near our office. I'm doomed. If I still possess that body that I had before, then, I won't have any problem but well.....
I guess I have to eat like Banzai Descent. I've heard he's a vegetarian. He has no fat in his body. I saw him. Once. He even invited me to eat french fries. Tempting but I was already full.
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I love watching people. I don't know if my friends are aware of that but I do.
But not the kind that ogles over them trying to look through their dresses and making sense of what curves and shapes lie beneath. I specifically relish the experience of sitting in one of those crowded places like cafes or airport lounges and quietly fill your sight with faces and all possible mysteries that go with them.
Recently, I dropped by a coffeeshop near my office and decided to while away time. I pulled out a book from my bag, but decided to put it back in no time after getting bored with long sentences and pathetic stories of men whose only reason for living is to stick in their sticks in all the holes they can find. I then sat back, relaxed, and opted to quietly feast my eyes with
everyone there.
Lest I be accused of reckless imprudence resulting in womanslaughter (if there's such a thing), I assure you, I only do friendly stares. I enjoy looking at the other customers but I specially delight in watching waiters, lady guards, receptionists, and the others who, by virtue of their work, are transformed instantly as our meek servants in between crisp curses and swears. I normally look for a certain twitch in their brows or pout on the lips or listen to the tone of their voices, sometimes even an infuriating mannerism. From there, I get drowned in a deluge of thoughtful questions.
: Could he be married? Was it a shot-gun wedding?
: Is he the family's breadwinner?
: I wonder if he's happy.
: Why is she so clingy?
: Did he ever finish college?
: Are they still virgins?
: From which province could be be?
: Why is he eating that way?
: How mean can she get?
: Did he have a good morning?
: Is he happy with his job?
: Does he read the newspaper?
: Is she good in bed?
: Has he ever worn a thong?
Crazy thoughts. But they make you the best scenario builder in the world.
