I am in love. No, really. I am madly in love with my cousin. The idea of him anyway. I met this HIM last year in Cebu. His family visited out hotel room. (During the time I had to be sick and vomit everything I take in, which is EMBARRASSING! Goodness, help me. Great first impression huh? Like hell.) Anyway, I remember he was tall, dark, buff and really cute. Fine, hot. Not cute. I had to transfer to the other room because I was REALLY shy (Now, can you believe it?) and I was sick and all. Then he was there! I ran away from his family to find him there, with the kids, no less! Aww. He loved the kids. Points! And shy little (that's metaphorical darling) me didn't talk to him, at all. Not even a single, uttered word.

And that was the last I saw of him.

And, word got to my *insert adjective* ears that he's here! And goddamnitall! Remember the people the driver picked up at the airport last Saturday? Or did I tell you about that? Anyway, the driver picked up some people at the airport last Saturday, that's why it was Dad who brought us to Ateneo from the family reunion. Apparently, after picking them (Yes, it's him and his family!) up from the airport, they went straight to the family reunion! Now, am I not generally unlucky when it comes to him. When we got there (roughly 5PM, hell!), they were gone. Heck, I didn't even KNOW they were there. I didn't even know it was THEM! :( The morning after, they went to Baguio.

Yesterday, they came back to Manila, (and to Rizal) to spend the night here. Here. Two houses away from me. I knew some people were THERE at that house since my grandmother was making me go there and say hello 21319 times. BUT, I thought it was Tiyo Ed or something. I NEVER KNEW IT WAS THEM! : Long story short, I didn't go.

Then, this morning, around 9 AM, on my way to my painting class, guess who I saw? Tito Danny (his father). Oh. My. FRIGGING. God. : Bang, hit me like a stone. It was THEM. : I didn't even get to say hello though. Na-shock ako eh. :)) And so we left for painting. The driver went back to Teresa to (surprise, surprise) bring them to the airport. That was 11 AM. My painting ends at rounghly 12. I didn't care if I was late, I won't be seeing him even if I ended at 12. SO, I ended up finishing at 1 PM.

Depression.

But then, it has its ups. It drove me to concentrate on painting, and I finally finished the orchid I've been working on for a few weeks now. :x (Dedicated to Lorenz/Lawrence/Laurence?Lorence) All for my dear self. :)

Shit, I still can't believe it. What's this, serendipity? Let's hope Tito Danny keeps his word and comes back on September 30. =))

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Fine. I didn't see him. No it's not fine dimwit.

I went skating instead! I saw BG's Mom (whose face I couldn't place for a long time until she said she was BG's mom) and she told me BG was taking up skating. :) I decided to go and give it a shot. It was FINE. BG and I caught up with each other. :D And I met her uber-hot 5-year-old niece, Kyla. She is pretty. :x So there, being the beginner that I am, I stumbled. I walked on ice, not slid. But walked. Until Arianne's coach went to me and told me that I must PUSH and not WALK. And now I can glide! I can skaaaaate. (In your face Paulo's barkada! =)) Haha! I'm kidding. But I won't be tittering and swearing on Monday anymore!!! :x)

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Whatever, I lost my card. Or the slip of paper that times you and stuff. I had no idea how I was gonna get out. You know what my sister's trusted coach did? He gave me a student's exit pass! YAY! :D

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And so we went to a tragic adventure--looking for Arianne's school bag. We ended up with this FUGLY pink Roxy bag. Seriously? It's ugly. But the kid won't listen, the kid won't wait, the kid cried. :)) She wanted it NOW, that's what she got. Pero sana she waited till we had time to go to Power Plant, the Roxy bags there are hotter. Impatient little bitch babyish child. :D She fucking CRIED!

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And so we went home, darling.

.I took the pillow from the van's back seat. It's hmm, at the farthest south-eastern seat. (Yeah, obsession, I know.) And I took my seat up front. I interviewed the driver. :) Saan umupo ang pinsan kong HOT? =)) :D Haha! Guess what? THE EXACT SAME PLACE WHERE I TOOK THE PILLOW I WAS HUGGING!!! Napabitaw ako sa pillow. Hahaha! =)) Aww. Fate, come hither! :( :) He's tall. Taller than my Dad (who is 5'11). And buff. My Mother deliberately said "Ang laki ng katawan ng anak ni Danny, hane? At ang pogi. (Really, who uses that term?) Pwedeng pwedeng isali sa mga contests."

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GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD!

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The fact that I can't remember his face that clearly (IT WAS A YEAR AGO!) and the only two faces that come to mind are the face of a certain former crush and the face of a certain former crush both moreno and stuff but looks very different from each other was irrelevant. I remember thinking he was hot. =)) And by my Mom's standards? That's something. I can NOT believe I didn't see him! STUPID KUBLAI'S! STUPID PAINTING! STUPID COMPUTER. :(

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*tear*

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Pretend you didn't just read that. :D I'm eating ice cream. Macapuno from Arce. Hmm. It's pretty good. Sweet. I need it to get my FRUSTRATION (which is uncalled for, I promise) out.