let me tell you one thing: you must have noticed that i’ve been going out once or twice a week again, but that doesn’t mean that i’m back to that old kids-stuff habit. Nagkakataon lang. Oh, well…there’s another one coming up this week (on the 20th). Geez, I wish I could invite you guys but it’s gonna be my brother’s b-day celebration. Boo-hoo. Wait for my turn, but I don’t think you drink(alcohol), do you? I need drinking/laughing/simply crazy buddies. Haha. Anyway, i’m not sure if I have told you that I don’t like hanging out with my boyfriend’s friends and their girlfriends. but i’m sure i’ve told you that I don’t like people. new people. no, not all. but, most new people. hmm,not really..but yeah, i guess, i don’t like meeting newbies for now. I’m gonna ostracized myself for now. Okay, i hope i’m making that clear. But well, HIS friends have always wanted me to go everytime they would have their weekly inuman (i really don’t dig it). So when the girlfriend of my boyfriend’s friend invited me to her b-day party, i didn’t say a thing (gosh, here we go again. i’m gonna be tangled up with unintentional/uncalled-for “friendships”). But Vj answered for me (btw, he said yes, I’d come). Though I’ve tried to discourage him, he only felt bad about it. He was thinking again that i don’t like his barkada (no,it’s not that…but i don’t like the “nosy girlfriends of his friends” and you know that i’m not very comfortable with this kind female specie.it’s like i’m gonna have to sniff their “real” smell out of them.i mean, these “girlfriends”. di mo kasi alam kung pinaplastik ka lang e.) So, i went and meshed with them. Fine. Everything was casual. Drink. Small talk. Dance. Bob my head. Smile. Laugh. Answer a question after another. The “girlfriend” was nice. I don’t have anything against her. She was the chirpy and slaphappy type. Typical girly girly. Ok, she’s nice allright. Give her a break. Hehe. I’ve met his friends before, except this one. But they’re all nice to me. Really. Nice. That’s all I ever said. Freak.
I had laughing trip with two of his guyfriends though. It was a genuine and hearty laughter. I didn’t fake it. I didn’t have to. And I’m not a poser for crying out loud! I’m more at ease with guys. I feel like i’m one of them. Sometimes I wish I was a handsome buck. I think things are easier when you’ra a guy…or maybe not. But i like their lifestyle. Bwahhaha. What’s the matter with me? Argh. All of a sudden, I wanna be a guy! physically and emotionally! weeehh… i wish.=p but most people envy my “emotional shell”….they say it’s hard to crack. Nah, it’s not. Believe me. I’m as sensitive as a feather easily taken by the wind’s mildest blow. Pssh, shut the hell up Sarj!
whoa…i gotta go! buhbye.
