The past few months have been quiet. I was in a self-imposed seclusion. I just didn’t feel like going out. I cancelled plans. A few of which I wish I didn’t (I really didn’t think you’d leave you jerk [ok I get defensive when it's my fault]). I went directly home when I knew my friends were out waiting on me, and some of them even gave up on asking me to go with them to places. It got that bad. I don’t know why. I just wanted to stay home, watch dvds, retreat into a quiet place.

And yeah, it was bliss. Just spending time thinking, listening, staying still while everyone else was going warp speed. I hardly noticed time pass. Before I knew it, it was a new year, and I virtually disappeared off the face of the earth. (Well probably just a few of my friends’ radars, but still)

 The past couple of weeks, well, things have been different. Under the heading of “Life’s too short”, I have entered the age of excess. Not really thinking of the future (in terms of savings), not even tomorrow (in terms of SLEEP). I’ve resolved to try new things, go and expand my horizons. Not tuck my life away like I’ve been doing.

I may lack sleep, but life? Life i’m getting back.

I saw the billboard, I saw the TV ads. Kim Chiu wearing this purple shirt stating simply: “A coke a day keeps the badtrip away”.

I want one.

And I went to Bench Trinoma yesterday in the hopes of getting one. Turns out, you can’t buy the shirt, you gotta redeem one bottlecap saying you won a shirt to get it.

So if you’ve met me, you know, I drink the stuff by the liter, you figure, easy peasy Japanesy right?

Wrong.

You see, at home I drink it by 1.5 liter bottles, and at the office, in cans. This is a challenge. Do i walk everytime to the grocery to buy those 500ml bottles? (I’d be hard pressed to find someone to go there everytime I wanted one, it’s hard enough getting someone to go to the 6th floor with me ya know).

So I’m asking for help.

If you really don’t care, and own a store selling coke by the bottle/liter, can I have the caps? Those that say I win a shirt?

I really want the shirt.

They go with these new purple flats I just bought. Haha.

Plus, COKE.

Even using a flashlight, my handwriting looks like chicken scratch.

Haha.

Thanks to Berto for taking the picture!

I wanted to be part of this picture. But someone had to take it.

I was never a very good actress. In high school, I never tried out for any school play. I was always the one volunteering to help behind the scenes. Coz no matter how hard i tried, I never learned to be anything other than myself.

Sometimes I wish I had that talent. Hide behind a mask, keep what I feel hidden. I’m textbook. When I’m sad I’m quiet, looking for answers in the sky, the ceiling, anywhere far away. Angry, you can almost see the smoke coming out of my ears. And when I’m happy, forget it. I skip sometimes. Transparency isn’t fun if you’re the one being read like a book. In this world, being a mystery is a premium, and the person with their heart on their sleeve, a joke.

Granted there is something to say for being totally honest and open, but these days, that would just be either naive or worse, alienating. Imagine if everyone just said everything and anything they felt or thought? We’d erupt in chaos.

I do believe that to survive, I have to learn to keep some things about myself, to myself.

For the meantime I’ll just try to keep my mouth shut.

I talk too much.

A little over a month ago, I got hit by a motorcycle. Or rather, I hit a motorcycle.

Let me explain.

RC and I were crossing the street across from our office building. We were halfway across when I got hit. It wasn’t my fault really, I was looking at incoming traffic and was already across the lane when a motorcycle with a dad, a mom and a kid, which was going counterflow to avoid the traffic, hit me in the leg and the back. What happened?

I looked over at them, standing up, as they fell over on the bike. I guess they saw me and started to brake from a distance so that the impact wouldn’t be as bad as you would expect. In the absurdity of the moment none of us said anything and just got up and went our separate ways.

It’s a funny story. Nobody got hurt. Once I got into the office I started laughing my butt off. And besides a couple of bruises there were no marks left on me.

Just the memory that makes me chuckle every now and then.

And the now wariness of motorcycles when I cross the street.

Just gotta love this picture. Have a great one Vins! Where we drinkin?

I love cherries. As luck would have it, when we went to the province they had really good really sweet cherries. (Which is so great coz I just can’t bring myself to buy them at P800/lb)

And this cherry was heart shaped so I just had to take a picture.

Good sign i think (hope too).

I have a new addiction.

We met at SM North Edsa at the new Annex.

Eric Chao introduced us.

I love it.

Love it love it.

Crave it everyday, and annoying everyone i know by telling them every spare moment to go there.

Coz it’s good.

And good for you.

White hat.

I’ve been there at least once a week for the past four weeks, and once, even twice in a day.

I figure, it’s frozen yogurt, and I get fruit as toppings, so it’s not such a sin.

Please build one near Shang so it’s a jeep ride away.