Bliss and Blue Skies... At Last!

Just two more days and we're off to paradise. This is what we've been waiting for the entire year and the day is finally nearing. I just love waking up early, like 5am, having had just two hours of sleep because I was too excited thinking about tomorrow. I love feeling the cold wind as I leave the house. I love the cold air in the domestic airport, love the Mister Donut, love those uncomfortable chairs. I love waiting to board the plane, love walking out to the tarmac, love boarding that small plane that will take me to bliss and blue skies. I love the scary sounds the little airplane makes and the fact that being up with the clouds causes my pores to get huge. I love the humpy landing and getting out of the plane, having my senses get used to the air that is definitaly not Manila's. I love the smell of the sea, getting myself wet on the boatride and yes, even the manongs carrying our bags and my big a** to the shore. I love the feel of the white sand on my feet and the prospect of having this be my HOME for five whole days.

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Postscript: Please ignore the former post. I was delusional. There was no Ateneo-La Salle game. I was not there, screaming my head off. I did not walk in the rain from Edsa to Araneta to watch Ateneo again be trampled on by La Salle. No, I do not even know why I'm writing this.

Payback Time

I'm watching the second Ateneo-La Salle game tomorrow. You will remember how DLSU beat the brains out of ADMU the last time. And I was there to watch the horrific incident. Yes, I was there until the end and I proudly sang our school song despite the humiliating defeat.

But oh this time it will be different. I just know it. I, Sorsi, and Carol will be clad in blue tomorrow as we march to Araneta Coliseum to witness payback. My heart is beating with anticipation.

Wait for my in-depth report.

Aftermath

My temper got the best of me yet again. Exactly a day after I prayed to God to please please help me overcome my bad temper and fill me with a gentle spirit. I failed the first test... AGAIN.

It's discouraging, really. I used to be a quiet kid. Then high school came and I had to adjust to all the pressure and the bullying by being as intimidating as I could be. The transition was not easy but when college came, it started to feel good to be able to be a toughie.

Now, I'm surrounded by people who will smile amidst what they feel inside and I suddenly wish I'd stayed in the all-girls school I was supposed to attend--maybe I'd have a gentler spirit now.

Always after the storm I see the destruction that I had caused and I am filled with regret. If only I had done things differently...

Of crushes and cuties

The last time I ever remember being boy-crazy was when I was in college. After I got together with my ex, which was a few months after graduation, I became somewhat unaffected by gorgeous men. Yes, there was the occasional crush here and there, but it was never like I had several guys whose mere memory would bring a smile to my face.

But I am happy and somehow proud to say that, although it would be going overboard to say that I have turned boy-crazy as in high school and college days again, I am beginning to appreciate men and their different sizes, shapes, and personalities.

This change was brought about by the only event that allows you to just scream your head off at the sight of half-naked men (which happens only once a year, so please allow us this) and not be looked at as some man-crazed harlot. Yup, I am talking about the Cosmo Bachelor Bash.

I never really fully appreciated the Bachelor Bash before. The first time I handled the PR for this event, I think I ended up having a huge fight with my then-boyfriend. The second time, I was not quite over my ex (the one I fought with the year before) and I guess I didn't really have as much fun in the past years because I just have to say that this batch of 69 bachelors and 10 centerfolds (well, maybe not every single one of them because there were a few who were arrogant and uncooperative, and they realize after that this is the time to turn the charm on) is the best ever -- maybe not looks-wise, but definitely personality-wise.

I don't think Kris, Mica, M and I will ever forget the bunch of guys we bonded with in the two-or-so weeks that we were with them. I think some bonded with particular guys (or a particular guy) more than the others so I personally would like to announce my official crush list post Bachelor Bash (listed in no particular order):

Marco Alcaraz - He came off as sort of mayabang when I first saw him. Ako pa naman I have a weird "akala-mo-sikat-ka-hindi-kita-papansinin-oy" mentality when it comes to celebrities. But this guy is just a real sweetheart. I forgot to say that by saying crush, I don't mean I'll be out stalking them (oh those days are so over! well... maybe except for stalking certain bald baller-boy looking guys that I want my best friend to marry... or maybe certain short but cute and extremely impressive men of God [before yon! uy defensive]), I just mean that they make me smile and yes, a little kilig when they say hello or text me or very awkwardly touch my growing-by-the-minute tummy. I am attracted to them at a sana-kuya-o-batang-kapatid-ko-siya level. Going back to Marco, he's just a really sweet guy so what's not to love?

Will Devaughn - Yes, I see that he's drop-dead gorgeous. He's not exactly my type but beauty like that is not something anyone can ignore. What struck me most though is how he was with us. He was never stuck up, never took advantage of women swooning over him. He always had a smile on his face and when you talked, he would listen. The world didn't revolve around him (or his friggin' modelling association's sports fest, ahem ahem). More than being just a pretty face, there's a vulnerability and pure-heartedness about him that most women would not notice. So, I'm extremely happy that I'm one of the x-number of people who actually saw and experienced this first-hand.

Apollo Jones - Oh, how can you not smile when he talks to you with that accent. Sabi nga ni M, Ayy-Pee-Oh-Duble-el-ow. I'm staring at his eyes, trying to comprehend what he just said, but it's oh so distracting. He's just really down-to-earth and I see a kind of gratefulness in his being that makes his aura so positive. And the way he always tries to speak in Filipino is just so endearing. While most Filipino model-wannabes are getting their tongues twisted with fake accents, this guy goes the extra mile making Filipinos around him more comfortable by not acting like it's an embarrassment to be talking in their native language.

Mikey Capellan - I used to see him walking around the Ateneo campus when he was in high school. He was already quite tall but certainly not as buff as he is now. When I first stood beside him and saw how he was towering over me at the GMA dressing room, I was shocked. Was this really Monica's little brother? He's just so cute and tall and well... big, he makes my heart beat ( and I mean this in the purest, most-brotherly way). And for those who say that he looks like James Yap, utang ng loob, HINDI! Mikey is wayyyyyyy cuter!

Victor Basa - I think I see a pattern here. When I was in college, I used to like bad boys (thus the affiliation with the likes of Marvin Ortiguerra, etc...). Okay, I will even go as far as admitting that yes, I used to have a teeny crush on Iago Raterta *faint right here* but that look doesn't seem to do it for me anymore. Check out my above choices... Marco, Mikey... They're all so boyish looking with just a miniscule tinge of naughtiness. And that is why, ladies and gentlemen, I chose Vic Basa to round up my Top 5 Crushes of 2005. I'm almost uncomfortable seeing him half or otherwise naked. It's really not the body that I see when I see Victor. He's just got a boyish charm--the way he can finish a huge plate of food (thisfast) when he's supposedly on a diet, the way he smiles with his full pouty lips and his little teeth, the way he looks so panicked when someone on the phone is demanding that he be in her house NOW. He's just such an endearing boy-man.

Haaay... It's really going to be awfully dull until next September. I just hope we get to see these boys again, sometime soon.