Confessions #1

I like women's shoes. There I said it. I like it so much that when I see someone pretty I also check out the shoes they're wearing. 

At a mall, I love window shopping for women's shoes... and I educated myself on the varieties ...

I love the sound they make especially in a marble floor...

I like how it makes the wearer look much taller and .... they make my calves look good? haha

What deters me is the fear of bunions as a side effect of long term use LOL

and I can't stand it when my feet hurt.

Wassup Seth?

Ang tagal ko din palang hindi nagsulat? hehehe. Ngayun na day off ko na at wala naman akong take home na trabaho, naisipan kong magsulat.

I was loving my job until recently, I had one major disappointment.

I work as a Quality Analyst for a BPO in Eastwood. I used to work in Makati but then I clashed with a Supervisor who was in a romantic relationship with the Manager and I opted to resign.

I thought I finally found a place where I could grow, where my initiatives would eventually be streamlined into a permanent process and I was pretty much doing that. I assumed higher level ad hocs and I given two major awards before my regularization.

Then an opening for a Senior QA was opened, and since it was "open to all" I assumed all the hard work I invested in months before would be taken into account. I was already performing the task long before the post opened and I have proven that I could do it. It would just seem practical to make it official and since it was open to all, tenure shouldn't have been an issue.

I knew I did well on the interview. I prepared for it.

But alas, it was all for formality as there were already people who were appointed and the interview process was just a facade.

Yes, I felt bitter. I cried. I was disappointed. I felt betrayed.

I spent so much time in the office and even in my sleep I kept thinking of work despite my rest days.

What I received shortly after the email announcement of the promotion, I was ought to be the POC of a certain division and share the ranks of the old and new Seniors.

WHAT THE FUCK. I would've felt honored if I hadn't applied, but I did so why should I assume a task for a position I wasn't "qualified" for? It felt like adding insult to injury.

So right now, I'm taking my sweet time doing the basic work.

In a few months I'll be earning a year of tenure.

I might consider switching companies, yet again.

Puppies

Humabol pa si Dara for Mother's Day! LOL

The litter: 1 white = Khaleesi, 1 black = Arya , 1 Dark brown = Cersei, 1 Light brown = Tyrion.

Kailangan ko ng ..... Textmate?

Seriously. Hindi ko alam paano uubusin.

Update: June 2

May textmate na sana ako, kaso straight daw siya at girl ang hanap? hahaha

Been there. Did him.

I'm not really sure what the deal is but I can't seem to get comfortable enough when Joms speaks of his past fucks.

We certainly do it often, about 3x a week, now that my usual health has returned and all that.

Whenever we're together and suddenly he'd point out that the guy he used to fuck lived on that area, or when a common friend seemed to have met the same guy and described him exactly as he recalls it.

Is this reminiscing or what?

He tells me "I'm just making you aware... aware of what exactly?"

Earlier we were in a badminton court, he joined a birthday party/tournament and met up some old friends. He played while I was in a corner with my books. Not really interested in sweating more than whats necessary in an already scorching weather.

"Ayy thats Emma ... he used to ...." while pointing out to this short dude with somewhat a dry husky voice.

At the back of my head, I'm trying to understand... "Do I really need to know that?".

Is this some sort of an insinuation perhaps since I did start to gain some weight recently?

Do I really need to see the face of the person behind the story?

Not to mention I scrubbed the walls a few months ago because I found it unsightly to see my handprints on the wall during the time I was christening almost every single corner of my condo and so much more.

It feels like competition. But why do I need to compete for something I already own to begin with?



I don't know. Maybe I'd figure it out soon.


Or should I go into the juicy details every time I recall a past tryst.


But that could be pretty dangerous since I tend to indulge in group fun then.


Oh boy.

TJ

While I have written about my sexcapades and guys whom I had terrible dates with and I also wrote about David who was the second love of my life... every now and then I tend to obsess about a few souls who crossed my path and I wonder what had happened to them?

TJ for instance. I can't even recall how his name was spelled and Facebook wasn't much of help at all. I tried : Teejay, T.J. , TJ, Timothy James, Timothy John. Punyeta lang.

I even reached out to old childhood friends who still lived in our old neighborhood but none of them except me seemed to even recall who TJ was. So what was so fucking special about this guy anyway?

Well, it all started when I was 10 I think. I had been the master of manipulation ever since and when I'm bored, I call the shots, make up the rules of the game. This time, we were going to "shoot" a film. Snow White.

It was me, TJ and a tomboyish girl who would refuse to play princess. Of course, I knew from the very start she'd be against the idea, so I had to give in, and TJ being this crazy funny guy agreed to be the prince.

Fast forward to the most important scene of the story, I just wanted to know how it felt like to kiss a boy? I haven't even gone as far as torrid kissing, but after being smothered in soaps and chick flicks I was determined to end my curiosity.

We were giggling about it at first. My prince a little hesistant on what he was about to commit to. But he did it anyway. It was gentle, no tongue, eyes closed. We both jumped from our makeshift bed and I ran home smiling. I kinda liked it.

The next day was the weird part.

TJ came over at my house with a naughty smirk on his face.

"Seth, about last night... can we do it again?"

Kill. Me. Now.

I can't recall how I reacted but I must've dismissed the idea. Besides, we were 10. I don't think I even had an erection then?

So now, I can't find TJ at all. 

I kept thinking. What does he look like now? Did he turn out to be straight?


I don't know. Soon, maybe soon. I'll again end that curiosity once I visit their old place.

Pocket sized Happiness

Here are small quips we have on an average day:

*Habang kumakain sa foodcourt*

Seth: *sings* Do you wanna build a snowmaaaaaan?

Joms: *sings* Wala naman ditong snooooow?

Seth: yung halu halo mo saka itong buko shake!

hihihi :3

*Sa Home section ng mall naghahanap ng upuan*

Seth << naghahanap ng comfortable na matibay na space saving

Joms << dumampot ng folding chair, hawak yung 2 paa.

Joms: "Munch! Anu ito?"

Seth: "Di ko gets."

Joms: "Pang WWF."

Seth: "Mukha naman matibay. Boss, penge new stocks!"


*Habang nasa shower ako*

Joms: "Munch, panu pag kunwari pagkagising mo, dream lang pala itong last 2 years, pag nagising ka na anu gagawin mo?"

Seth: "Maiiyak siguro ako, but I will be happy."

Joms: "Di mo ako hahanapin o pupursue?"

Seth: "Hindi. Bakit? Hindi mo ako kilala. Hindi rin naman kita hinanap. I wasn't expecting you. Besides, I never make the first move noh."

Joms: "Ayy parang di tulad ng sa movies ang sad naman?". *mukmok*

Seth: "Eh anu gusto mong gawin ko? Kumatok ako sa gate mo saka kantahan kita ng "I know you..... I walked with you once upooooon a dreaaaaam..."

hihihi :3