Here's the story people. Ah, my phonebook's really, truly, categorized. Here are the categories I made up before. Ah, wait, before that, I first made the first category with a "." before each name. These people are my close friends and the people that I text. I remember Kim noticing that when we were in Year 1. Well, I do that to make it easier for me to look for the people I, uhm, text? Anyway, I got the idea from Janella. Eventually, I developed insert number categories. I hated to look for people in groups one by one. I grouped them by sections, by batch, by school. And if one group is too small, I put it on the general category.

. Poppers and people extremely close to me

/ Cousins and family friends

: AHS 2-I

; LS Year 3 (Alec's Kada Children's Playground and their girl friends)

! AA II-3

- AA sophomores, and other AA girls, actually

' Harang

, Battle of the Bands contacts (Nailen and I had to rush during the battle, blah blah)

@ The etc category (SPCP, ICA, Pov, Xavier, LS and AHS Yr. 2/3, other schools I can't remember)

Anyway, I decided it was more hassle than convenience and I spent 32874 hours editing all the names in my phone book. I removed the symbols, placed the full names, and deleted old numbers. It was confusing, I don't delete old numbers.

I came across names I haven't been in touch with for a looooong time. I sent Ian a message because I never did give him my number. I got his one time coz I had to go offline, but I didn't text him. Here's the conversation (Sort of):

Bianca: Ian! Guess who!

Ian: Uh, Patricia?

B: Close. (Patricia is my sister's name people, so it was close ;p) Guess more.

I: Hello, Kevin.
B: Give me my first name and last name and I'll tell you if I'm me.

I: Ah. Hey Kevin Mitchell B. Herrera. :))

B: How about the first name? Nice name.

I: Okay. What the fuck. This isn't Kevin. Stalker weirdass. Sino to? :))

HAHAHA. Shit. Magalit ba! =)) I caught him online and see this:

bianca: GUESS WHO
bianca: Ouch. Stalker weirdass. The fuck.

bianca: That's harsh Braga

ian braga: Omg.

ian braga: SORRY.

ian braga: AKALA KO CLASSMATE.

bianca: OUCH.

ian braga: BIANCAAAAAAA.

ian braga: Sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

bianca: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

bianca:

bianca: Waahaha!

bianca: Who's Patricia?

ian braga: Ah. This.. friend.

ian braga: Haha!

Potek. Ang benta nun ah. Anyway, while this was, ah, taking place, I was watching That 70s show. It was, ah, the episode where Ashton wasn't aroused. Etc. :) And Eric and Donna were in this hotel, and Eric's parents were in the next room. I don't feel like telling the story. There is, however, one little detail that I found rather interesting. Cashews are the most expensive nuts. Haaa? Eh sobrang common nun dito sa Pinas ah, ang galing. Yay.

Oh and by the way, I got a frigging hair cut. And ah, my hair were all knots and balls. I didn't even bother to brush my hair before going there. I was ah, too excited to get rid of the weird overgrown cut. BUT, lo and behold, I got very spur-of-the-moment-ish and asked Jimmel to give me bangs. I forgot I hated bangs. Now I'm wearing a headband to keep the new diagonal bangs up. I forgot it makes my nose look like it gave birth to two new nostrils in pictures. Asshole nostrils. Double meaning, get it, or not. :)

I COOKED TODAY! At least I partially cooked today. Kuya Edgar (from Mom's bakery) made us Adobong Manok for lunch and it was one of the most expertly cooked traditional adobo I've ever tasted. "One of the most", most includes Tito Rico's, Mami Ruds' and Nanay Belen's, and all the other old people save my paternal grand mother. Traditional adobo is way better than those without soy sauce with recipes in new cook books. They're just full of gata slash coconut milk. Is that even adobo still? Anyway, Trish and Mom always fry the Adobo before eating it. It's a rather unique (nga ba?) way of, ah, eating it? Anyway, it's all fried and juicy afterwards and I love it. Especially since I get it without going near the stove. I never go near the stove I went near the stove this afternoon. I saw that all the potatoes were gone and only few chickens were left in the bowl and I had to go to the kitchen to check if there's still some left for dinner. Oh well, I saw something that looked like Adobong Baboy and ah, the lovely *insert name* na Pusit. It was fine, really. But a bit too rubbery for my taste and I want to throw up after minutes of enjoying devouring it. When I saw Trish eating (we don't eat together if our parents are not here :p), I saw that she friend the Adobong Baboy-looking food. I wanted a piece too! But ah, she made me make my own! I DID. Woah. Cool. Oil. >:) I realized it was too sweet. I remembered Nanay Lily asking me who made the Adobo and that it was too salty. Eh. Pakyow. Ang sarap kaya. Akala ko inalter niya kaya naging matamis yung pork. But hey, because of my anger and indifference, I failed to see taste that it was not, at all, Adobo. It was spare ribs. So much for my *insert terms*

And now I'm off to watch ANTM. Paris Hilton had breast implants. I swear. And oh, That 70s show is awesome still. Hangover from the show. :)