I saw singer Erik Santos crying in national television because he is no longer together with his girlfriend, actress Rufa Mae Quinto. Awww… That’s the most romance I have had this week and I felt kilig. Yay?
So I’m back in Cebu and the new job’s more pliant than the old one. Having copyediting, books, publishing, fonts, and themes in one venue is almost like spelling out o-r-g-a-s-m in one sitting. But the company is strict about confidentiality so I’m pretty sure no one from work would appreciate one paragraph on my blog about what I do in detail.
I met a lot of people lately and I’m dismayed that my phone book can only take 500 contacts so I had to *gulp* delete old CVG contacts and PS groups, too. Now I have a lot of X contacts in it: X Henry, X Yvette… etc.
We’ll be working graveyard in the next couple of weeks, too, and sigh, so long for sleeping at night. I will need to cover those windows again.
Hmm… that’s the most highlight I have this week because Xenia finally is in Cebu, too, and we were already conjuring a year long itinerary to Bohol, Mactan and all the beaches here. She’s heartbroken because her boyfriend of nine years cheated on her for a half-German, half-shepherd girl that’s why she moved from Siliman to go study in San Carlos. Xenia bitter on this lost love – gahhh… I hope I won’t be influenced by her, “Tin, men are the shhiiit. Never, ever, fall prey on those that take advantage of your heart.” Didn’t I just say that I have no sympathy for lost loves?
The Friday group, composed by Bong, Tessa, Anton, Rj, and Xenia went out on a Saturday night and I don’t know which part Xenia meant about men being the shit but she was already finding my cousin interesting and was soon exchanging saliva in public several hours after cherry shots. Apparently their tongues sort of happened to tie itself to a knot that someone else had to drive us home because They. Are. Inseparable.
What is with relatives and your friends dating? I should extend my network, shouldn’t I? Too bad friendster can only house 1000. Speaking of friendster, anyone viewing you publicly and showing up on your Who’s Viewed Me is perfectly aware that they are viewing you and would expect you to view them back because your curious on who’d take the time to open your page.
Placing a disturbing primary photo set me off because it can either say the person is delusional for ever thinking the photo will be real orrr… the photo means that anything can likely happen – and it might be real and that I might be the one delusional.
Then I placed a new primary photo in my profile and added a new shoutout and hoped it disturbed her.
I may rant and nobody can tell if I’m making sense because no one gets it anyway. But I was upset and disturbed and the whole thing’s too personal and I need a hug. The whole thing’s like a great movie. No matter how great it is, after the credit rolls, everybody leaves the moviehouse. Sniff.
I hope Eric Santos and Rufa Mae get back together. Eric loves her so much and anyone crying in front of national television because of a lost love I can grant sympathy to and claim that an exception to the rule.