
hang out, hang free,
hang loose, hang up

Promise i'll shut up next week!
Hi tita Aiida! see you @ the swimming pool!
HI tita Aida I miss you
hmmm...floaters for trevor..and goggles too!
see yah!
hmm, why do i find myself always posting here?
anyway, i clicked on leaf of faith...nice! will ask u bout it sat
just dropping by the blogs of my fave gfs
when you hold my hand you hold my heart , when i say i love you i mean it
...but what happens when they turn aries?
siguro. original pisces ba or evolved pisces?
... hihihi... ang mahal mahal pa!!!
... hehehe
. It's the ultimate distraction! I might as well turn in my resignation letter
Let's sing! There's a rainbow always after the raaaain.
so. there we were. my 2 co-worker friends and my boss and her US-based family.
Boss: Ma, do you remember (insert my name here)?
Ma: Of course I do.
Me: Yes, we've met and talked many times before.
Boss: DD always gets mistaken to be my daughter. Kainis.
Husband of Ma: Well, that's a compliment. She looks young.
Boss: But not young enough to be my daughter. I didn't have a child when i was 18. But well yes, maybe it's because she looks young for a 26-year old.
Everybody stares. Tries to double check i guess. (Stop everybody. I'm melting. I should walk out or fall asleep right here right now.)
Then this woman comes over, an old friend of the boss. She saves my life. She should serve one million times more interesting a topic than my youthful good looks
She's a music director. Or something. And then she mentions she's a grandmother now. To her young son's baby. Her son is who?!? L?!? Does he have a band? Really? He's my crush. I whisper to my boss, and on reflex (of course), she blabs it to her. Aargghh. I never learn. Even when she's told the world all about those pertinent (read: extremely controversial) things about me. So the woman looks at me again. Gaad. I try to cover my face. Im so uncool! (does she think im too ugly for her son??? Will she like me???) Later, she moves to the seat next to me. We talk about my work. I mean, our work according to me, hehe. We talk and talk, getting more casual as the minutes go by. She's very nice. She even gave her email address (uh, because i asked her to attend our forum). She tells me about her son's gigs. I tell her where I met her son. More talks led to the very significant insight that we may have been talking about 2 different guys! Her son and my musician crush may very well be 2 separate entities. And not even twins. Not brothers. Could be strangers to each other. Oh. Should i be glad? But she's very nice! And i'd want her to be the mother of the guy im crushing on!
Anyway, she's also the mother of this promising girl-musician. Maybe I should go for a girl. No? hmmm. hmmm.