pinakamaganda

how ironic. the impossibility of friend#135 being successful on her boylet-with-current-girlfriend career is now possible. while some other girls there who make the moves (for quite some time) to “safe” guys give up coz nothing seems to happen.

thanks to my insomnia, i reported half day at work again. this sleeping problem is really getting worst. i’ve been writing too much about insomnia stuffs here so i’ll better take a rest from that topic for a while.

anyway, when i woke up (after a thousand snoozes), i began to think about what to wear for my half-day work today. sometimes thinking about outfits is really unavoidable for me. so i stood up and examined my wardrobe cabinet contents… counted and estimated the hanged clothes and the folded ones. i am so loser. it is only a tuesday and my office clothes are perfect for 2 days i think, and my jeans are really zero. not only that… i am running out of undies and hankies as well… perfect! so i have no choice but to really spend the remaining morning leave to do my laundry (for the small ones only, the big ones are in the laundry shop waiting to be claimed by their crazy owner). panicky as i am, i texted my friends to call the laundry shop to inform them that they can deliver my newly cleaned clothes + bed sheets + towels + etc since there’s someone in the house to receive the items. luckily for me, they’re kind enough to call the laundry people and confirmed to me that the delivery things will arrive by 11:30.

…which makes me think about my sked. you see, i have to allot at least an hour to get ready for office or any trips. i need a good 30 minutes bath and some 30+ minutes to dress up and dry my hair (vanity). so i thought, for a 1:30 afternoon time, i have to start getting ready at 12:00 and dash off at exactly 1 (it takes 30 minutes to get to the office).

it was already 5 minutes before 11:30. i thought, i have to stay downstairs so i can hear the laundry delivery person when he/she arrives. so the still lazy me, instead of starting with the undies, chose to sit down at our lovely monoblock “sofa” and count the stars (on my mind). at approx 11:40, there were still no signs of the expected delivery guy. it was then when i started to soak the small outfits to ariel’s cleansing power (thanks to gigi for the laundry tips). then i called my other good old friend to call the laundry shop again for follow up. dammit, i should have known, i should have put there in my address that i am in the kamagong side, not mayapis, coz the delivery person went there at mayapis side and found no such house number! so this friend of mine told the laundry personnel on phone that i’d still be waiting. i need those clothes!

10 to 12… i entered the bathroom and started with my bathing rituals. just when i was midway conditioning my hair, i panicked when i thought i heard a sound. so i rushed and peeked through the bathroom door to see if there was anyone outside. despite the clear picture that there was really no one there, i still got out with towel plus t-shirt on top and went to the door to prove that my hallucination that mr-delivery-guy-was-really-there was true. it was such a disappointment seeing no one’s really there.

on my way back to my hygiene sanctuary, i remembered that the small soaked things are ready for cleansing/scrubbing/rinsing. so i went out, just beside the kitchen door, and focused to the small things while i condition my hair! i also have to stay out so i could still hear the laundry guy when he arrives.

i then thought about the laundry shops of other countries (thanks to us movies). why don’t we have them here? you know, those “walk-in” laundry shops wherein they bring their clothes, and just put them in the washer, dryer… all these while flirting with the other fellow laundry customers there… the flirting issue is not my interest here, hehe… i’m just after the convenience of you doing the “automatic” laundry, including the “small ones”, all by yourself. by practice, locally, in the independent world, it is really rude (and so wrong!) to include your panties in your laundry shop items and let the personnel hold it up high upon transferring it, along with your other dirty items, to a basket above the weighing scale. yeah it is so ewww. excuse me for the yucky idea. i just remembered what brittany murphy did in one of her movies, uptown girls, she removed her panties right then and there in the laundry place and throw it inside the washing machine. i don’t know if that happens in real life. i just find it cool… and funny at the same time… i could do that too… ok enough of the undies talk!

so there i was, i just washed and washed… then the pair of gloves hanging by the sampayan caught my eyes. hmmm… perhaps my housemate is using this pair of gloves when she does her laundry. a thought bubble then popped… one time back at home, when i was tasked to do the dishes, my mother ordered me to wear gloves. i also noticed that time that there were lots of pairs of gloves hanging by our house’s “likod”… in different colors! i thought, i don’t need gloves anymore… i was so unfortunate to inherit some boyish physical features from my father… and that includes rough hands and feet, the ugly legs… and the dark skin tone… (don’t worry i still love my dad despite these issues). i used to get insecure having these features… used to cry coz boys don’t like me coz i’m “black”,“nigger”,”ita”,”baluga”, etc… and used to think that i am the ugly duckling in the family coz my lucky brothers have my mother’s pretty features (soft hands and feet, nice fair skin etc…), haaay early teenage memoirs. but don’t worry, i got over these issues and loved myself ever since (another story). anyway, i thought, it’s probably my brothers who use these gloves (and i was hell right! i caught jappy wearing a pair while washing the dishes some days after!)… my brothers are vain, but they’re all straight (juggling girlfriends at a time). so there, i ditched the idea of wearing gloves to protect my hands since gloves won’t do any good anyway. i also thought, dra belo will just do her miracles on me someday (again, another story!)

for 2 hours i’ve been contemplating with a lot of things… the end of the story: mr laundry delivery man did not arrive… i’m having back pains coz of the “small things” laundry hassles… i wasn’t able to eat my lunch… have to ride a taxi and pay a good 60 pesos to arrive at exactly 1.30pm… my tired eyes are still tired… spent almost 30 minutes writing these stuffs… and i’m nibbling 2 magic flakes right now for dinner! what a day!

for me it was one of my most unforgettable high school classes. almost every one’s speeches were emotional. the comic guys cried, the quiet ones spoke up… there was laughter, and there was gloom… but this one particular speech suddenly popped out of my mind when i was chilling out in my mother’s room. maybe it is the occasion that made me reflect on some things. i couldn’t exactly remember the words but the idea is all about “Gratitude”, i think that’s her title for her speech. i never imagined that she would suddenly bring out her hanky and wipe the ‘incoming’ tears as she recited her introduction…

“when was the last time you hugged your parents, told them you love them and kissed them good night?”

yeah i was moved too… also asked myself when… i was 16 that time and i couldn’t remember the last time…

6 ½ years after, here i am still thinking when was the last time… i have been wondering ever since i started my love life some years ago… why is it a lot easier for me to hug, kiss and say “i love you” to a lover than to my parents… is this kind of behavior normal…? sometimes i got it all figured out. sometimes i still don’t get it.

a while ago while lying down on my mother’s bed, i was thinking of some strategies to hug her simply… as what i have said, i am really shy on these things when it comes to my parents and family. so i am thinking of easy positions for the hugging opportunity. here’s the catch, i would keep on pretending to be asleep then i would unexpectedly move near her and hug her. sounds easy… unfortunately, she sat and lie on the wrong side of the bed. it’s like her legs are leaning to the head board, therefore, my head is nearer her legs and feet. when i realized our positions, i scrapped my plan.

it’s so sad. but anyway, i still kissed and greeted her happy mother’s day a lot of times today. to all the moms out there and to all your moms, happy mother’s day as well!

as what my friend has suggested, here is my list at last… some are quite impossible… some probably possible… some are definitely possible… some will just be a dream… haaay…

1. be a cosmo cover girl (or at least have a section in cosmo with my pics on it)
2. have my sexy pictures published in FHM preferably in lingerie/2 pc outfits or half-naked dresses with interviews and stuffs (pwede na rin cover girl, hehe, basta hindi dun sa letters/gallery part)
3. join (and win!) a reality tv show – amazing race, fear factor, pinoy big brother
4. join a high profile beauty contest (ditch the bb pilipinas and other ms ms due to height problem)
5. surf!
6. paint my own portrait
7. sing in front of a large crowd – done (too many times)
8. dirty dance in a bar – done (with a hottie girl partner – haha lots of girl to girl action!)
9. play extreme sports
10. mountain climb, rock climb
11. play tennis
12. bunjee jump or free fall
13. be a prom queen (unfortunately, this can’t be possible anymore, can’t turn back time, my hs school doesn’t have proms anyway)
14. drive my own car
15. visit at least one place in europe (preferably france!)
16. visit all CSI places (las vegas, new york and miami)
17. go to disneyland!
18. play the drums
19. jam with a celebrity – done
20. cook a specialty
21. court a guy – done (definitely not recommended)
22. go to boracay (soon!)
23. have a vacation in bali indonesia
24. go to palawan
25. induce tears within 5 minutes (without the emotions) – done (not worth mentioning here.. just an addition to my “done” list, hehe)
26. watch a concert of an international superstar/s (yung talagang fan ako)
27. speed date
28. be a calendar girl
29. drive a motorcycle
30. get married (once lang dapat!)
31. out of town or country with a boyfriend
32. blind date – done (semi nga lang)
33. wear a real manolo blahnik mary janes (yeah i’m a sex and the city addict)
34. learn figure – skating
35. publish a book or novel (i’ve got loads of self-made unorganized stories hidden somewhere – the fruits of my daydreams)
36. learn french
37. ride a helicopter
38. witness a falling star fall (ano daw?!?)
39. date a married man
40. get a brazilian! (guys dont ask)
41. scuba dive
42. jacuzzi experience
43. go to camiguin
44. go to capones island and sunbathe naked! (haha basta ako lang magisa dun!)

grabe… the list gets longer… i’ve got lots more… will post na lang soon…