Who am I?
S vintage star
S filipina now living in california
S obsessive-compulsive... make that compulsive-obsessive... no, obsessive-compulsive
S cold all the time (literally)
current terror alert level
Why is Life Cold?
i actually have a very happy life. i just saw this graphic one day and got an inspiration for another blog. why not write about the stuff that makes life cold? from the huge, catastrophic, life-altering events to the seemingly trivial, little incidents that rub you the wrong way. it doesn't have to be a personal experience, it can be something observed.
on writing these down, my intent is to learn to appreciate life more and have a better handle on things when life throws you a curve ball. i want whoever will read this to contemplate, not get depressed. hopefully, you'll share with me your experiences as well so we can learn from each other.
p.s. it doesn't always have to be cold
Previous Posts
- Kenny Who?
- The Difference Between BMWs and Porcupines
- From Your Wicked Stepmom
- The Unusual Suspects
- Oops He Did It Again
- Touch and Go
- How Do You Do It?
- Who Are You?
- Stepmoms are People 2
- iPodify Me!
Archives
Get Cold With Me
Where I Go When I Feel Life Getting Cold
S Memento
S Jo's Forum
S Shai Coggins
S pinayexpat
S joyceline
S piehole (a very funny girl)
S Din's World
S pinayhekmi chronicles
S Linnor
S Tin
S kwentong tambay
S deja brew
S denden
S mushings
S Junkville (never fails)
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Life's Little Pleasures
I had a great time, as I always do with Augustine. As I have worked with him on several projects, we have become friends. I feel like an older sister to him, and he even went to my wedding. He is so cool, friendly, smart and charming, but he is such a player. Everytime he calls, it seems like he's going out with a new girl. The other consultant, Oscar, is from New York and I've only met him on this project. He is the exact opposite of Augustine - shy and reserved. All he did was laugh at our stories and shenanigans.
After dinner, we moved on the the V Bar, a hip and high-tech bar in Santana Row. And then the best thing happened.
I got carded.
For those not familiar with this, being carded means the bartender asks for your ID as proof that you're 21 or over and thus, legal to drink. And I even ordered a wimpy drink, amaretto sour! Augustine, who's 26 and didn't get carded, was giving me crap, maybe because he dug the pretty bartender and she wasn't paying any attention to him. I didn't care, my smile was so wide, nothing could ruin my night. As she handed me back my card and thanked me, I said, "No, thank YOU."
