Taken from Pammy:

My Own Blog Awards

I want to be delisyus for a day.

I want to follow Jill around for a day.

I want to go shopping with Carlo.

I want to have a long conversation with Reg.

I will trust Rosa with my secrets.

I will take dating tips from Cherrie.

If she runs for president, I will vote for Mona.

I wish I can write like Pammy.

Ian should write more.

I would drink with Chrissie and Fifi.

AnP should put up more pictures of her and JP.

Nic is living a dream.

I will let Shane write in my blog.

Rochelle probably gets laid a lot.

I want to help Ruthie with her problems.


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Had my first date of the year with another guy earlier. It went well as he was very cordial, decent, interesting and not to mention, good-looking. In fact, he looks like one of those aristocratic Italian paintings, although he says it’s the Spanish blood in him.

I don’t care; I just want to drown in his puppy eyes.

I’m not just sure if he was interested with me, as we spent a good deal of time in silence. I’m the quiet type and I usually depend on my dates to do the talking. Turned out he was like me as well, so there were those dreaded, quiet moments. I absolutely couldn’t read it if he liked me or not, so I’m thinking the latter. I’m also thinking he finds me too young as he does seem to think a lot more mature than I do.

We only got to start conversing when he opened up about his ex and this twat that my friend used to go out with. Otherwise, we just bobbed our heads to the chill music playing in the background. I so need a crash course in dating…

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New year was not only good, I found myself unbelievably happy as well. Must be our annual lighting of the fireworks – no hitches this time. Everything was well choreographed and we lit everything up on time. I’ve also been eating a lot; I gained seven pounds baby! Doesn’t show though. Apparently, the secret is not to stop eating. Eat, sleep, eat, sleep and I’m bound to pack it in. But since I’m back at this apartment, where my laziness gets in the way of eating/cooking, I’m sure to lose the precious pounds in no time.

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In other news, let me just say na ang trapo ni Loren. Bleh.