Top 8 Things to Stay Away From This Week

Study time!

8. Downloading games on the Internet. Maybe after the exams...

7. Softdrinks during lunch at Harvest... Start dieting, Mae. Those adipose tissues aren't going to disappear by themselves... And on that note...

6. Too much rice during meals.

5. Alcoholic drinks... unless I was on a date. Then it woul be an excemption. Hahaha... I wish!

4. Cute medtechs who think they're God's gift to womenkind. Not worth my time.

3. My highschool classmates. They disrupt my schedule for my study time. As if it was their fault that I'm incredibly lazy. Joke lang, guys... I can't study with them always asking me to go out for a few drinks and hang-out with them. C'mon guys, you know I need to study. Don't make any plans this week because you know very well I won't say no. Hehehe...

2. Sex... as if there was any! Hahaha... You wish!

1. And finally, flirtatious guys who are incredibly sweet but taken, who will kiss your forehead and ask for a hug... Oh, c'mon, what am I, your granddaughter? Hehehe... Stop playing your mind games with me. You're giving me migraines!

The Tale of Maroon 5

I'm happy being single.

No, seriously... You don't have to answer to anyone but yourself, you can do just about anything you want and nobody gives you migraines from all the senseless arguments ranging from trust, insecurities, infidelities, the clothes you wear, the number of times you keep in touch, etcetera.

But why is it that even when you're not in a serous relationship with anyone at all, there is always - and I mean, ALWAYS - one guy who will play mind games with you

I hide him under the name Maroon 5.

When I met Maroon 5 for the first time, I sensed something. Something that I wasn’t sure if I was ready for. Despite the fact that he occasionally acted like a fire-breathing ass, there were plenty of times though that he was very sweet and caring. He was also always noticing things about me. After a month or so, whenever our paths would cross, he started flirting. Or at least, that's what I thought it was. He would caress my hand, tell me I'm pretty, ask me when we were going on a date, the usual stuff. Unfortunately, Maroon 5 had a reputation - plus a good friend also had a crush with him - and like the selfless generous girl that I am, I decided to back out from whatever possibility there might be and decided never to take him that seriously.

Things were pretty much like that for the months that followed. It wasn't until lately that he seemed exceptionally - and I mean, EXCEPTIONALLY - sweet to me. He would text me at least 1-3x a week, ask me how I am, tell me that I'm blooming or very huggable, that he misses me, and all that sweet crap supposed to make any sane girl swoon. Hell, I feel like any day from now, I’m about to swoon. If I wasn’t so afraid of my losing my head AGAIN over some random guy like some stupid naïve young adolescent, I might actually be unable to stop myself from throwing myself into his strong open arms.

He’s that good... I mean, really...

I am dealing with a professional heartbreaker.

So, you ask, if he seems really interested with me, why am I not in a relationship with him?

1. I don’t know if I want a relationship with him. He’s too much like me. And I haven't decided yet if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

2. I don’t know if I’m ready for something serious or if I would be contented with something not. As for the moment, I don’t really know what I want

3. I feel like I’m in a love-hate relationship with him. One moment, I’m inlove with him, the next moment, I hate him because he plays with my mind

4. He has a reputation of being a player. Enough said

5. Until now, despite all the flirtations and secret messages, I’m not so sure if he’s really into me

The weirdest thing is he has never really seriously walked up to me and made an actual set-the-time-and-day kind of date. Which is why I keep thinking that maybe he's just flirting with me for the laughs. Or the attention. Or maybe the humor. Or for a gimik buddy. Or a social organizer. Whichever one is more convenient for him. I mean, don’t you think if a guy really liked a girl, he would do something like actually set a date instead of just insinuating to me the possibility of a date?

Why can't things be as simple as boy meets girl, boy and girl fall inlove, boy and girl fall out of love, end of story

Sometimes I think that maybe the reason why he doesn’t set a date is because he’s still trying to see if I would actually be open to the possibility of going out with him? Of course, if that was the case, then it meant that he wasn't actually as suave as I thought he was. Which would make him all the more adorable... damn!... But of course, I can’t be flat-out sure and do something that will assure him that if he asks me, I will go out with him, because I've already been burned too many times. I was kind of hoping that the next time I like a guy, I wasn't going to make my moves and flirt back with him, not until he’s done his moves first and that I’m pretty sure already that he’s interested with me.

Okay, I admit. I too am afraid of being rejected.

Damn... what the hell have I gotten myself into?

The Return of Medtech Boy

Medtech Boy: Are you ready?
Me: Uh-huh...
Medtech Boy: This is gonna hurt a little.
Me: It's okay.
Medtech Boy: Sure?
Me: Yeah, I'm sure... Hurry up because I just want to get the pain over with already!
Medtech Boy: This is kinda big while yours is pretty small...
Me: That's okay... I wanted this anyway...
Medech Boy: Okay... I'll just do this slowly... Wait...
Me: Wait!... That kinda hurts...
Medtech Boy: ...Okay... How about now? Does it still hurt?
Me: Uh-huh...
Medtech Boy: This will just be a minute...
Me: Shit!
Medtech Boy: Okay... it's in...
Me: (muttering to self) Hmmm... was that it?...

This was a conversation (or rather, a scandalized version of it!) during MY blood donation - yes, I too have blood, not ice, running through my veins - at the ZCMC Blood Bank between yours truly and the medical technician. Yes, this was with THE Medtech Boy himself. Kindly refer to previous blogs for my past stories on him.

It was an unsuccessful blood letting by the way because it turns out I have very small blood vessels and my blood clots too easily. Yes, the nicotine is really starting to have its presence felt in my body.

So how does it feel to have THE Medtech Boy touching my arm and my hand, teasing me incessantly about the whole incidence, pleading sorry to me, with matching bent knees and palms together everytime our paths cross (which is practicaly almost every hour since I am now assigned at the laboratory), you ask?

Not as great as I expected.

Feeling siya masyado... Feeling guwapo.

But I have to admit, he still looks pretty yummy.

Rendezvous - Not a True Story


"Tabi nga, Megan. Inaantok ako."

I scooted over to the side, my breasts practically flattened to the wall, as another classmate squeezed in his huge frame between myself and Jonathan in the miniscule bed. "Eto naman oo," I muttered, "Di na nga'ko dito makahinga!"

My classmates laughed. Another day at the PGI Quarters. A full-blown whole-day citywide brown-out and a 5:00 PM class with Dr. Lee at Radiology has resulted into my hanging out at the PGI Quarters at noon. I wasn't really much of a siesta person so I figured, since the hospital has a generator and all, it would pobably be a cooler place for killing time than sweating like a pig and dying of boredom at home. Of course, I had forgotten that lunchtime was usually the time of the day when the PGI Quarters was most packed.

Carlo, official class clown-slash-heartthrob was in the middle of telling an anecdote about a former Psychiatry ptient he met during his rotation at IM when my cellphone rang.

"Hello?"

Yup... It was him.

"Meet me at the parking lot?"

I smiled. "What time?"

"Now."

I laughed. "Okay."

A quick tug-of-war between my hair and the hairbrush, a few strokes with the lipstick and a couple spritz of my perfume and I was all-set. I was about to walk inconspicuously out the door when Eve called me. We were both under Dr. Lee's class but she usually comes in early because of, get this, her insatiable appetite to learn... Yes, I too believe she must be suffering from some kind of a disease... "Hey, Megan, sa'n ka punta?"

Think, Megan, think. "Uhmmm... lunch."

"Sama ako. Di pako kumakain."

"Uhmmm..." Shit! What the hell--- "Lunch ako with my mom."

Eve scrunched her face. "Oh, well. Hiya naman ako. Wag na lang. Antay na lang ako kay Doc Badz."

I simply nodded and headed towards the parking lot, a cat-ate-the-canary smile practically pasted on my face. There's something incredibly naughty about keeping secrets. The mere fact that you're keeping something from other people makes rendezvous-ing so much more... what's the word?... Delicious?...

And there he was.

From afar, I can just imagine that expression on his face, as he watched me walk towards his car. Those intense eyes, boring through me, as if he was planning to eat me up in one unexpected moment. The lips partly pouting, partly smirking, as if he knew something about me that even I didn't know... He was very dangerous grounds, I know, but somehow, sparks flew and I was hooked to him like Mighty Bond between the pads of your fingers.

He smiled at me from his window and openned the door as I got into his car. "Hi, baby" he greeted, kissing me lightly on the cheek.

I grinned. "Hey, kumain ka na?"

"Yeah. Kaw?"

I nodded. "So, how was your day?"

He started playing with my hair, twirling them in between his fingers. "Don't ask," he answered, rolling his eyes for emphasis. "Toxic kami sa ward kanina. Buti nga natapos din. Eto at nakapagpahinga na sandali." He then leaned his head on my lap and closed his eyes.

"Wawa ka naman pala," I teased and started playing with his hair.

He laughed. "Stop! Masira buhok ko." He then grabbed my hands and held them firmly, his fingers fitting perfectly in between my own.

I swatted him playfuly. "Ako ba di mo tatanungin kung kamusta araw ko?"

He looked at me guiltily. "Ay, di ko pa ba natanong?"

I laughed and pretended to look mad. "Che!"

He laughed and held me closer. "Uyyy... hahaha... tampo na siya... Sori na, lasa. pagod lang kasi talaga. O siya, siya... how was you day man?"

"I found out na buntis daw girlfriend ni Miguel."

He raised an eyebrow. "Miguel, your ex?"

I nodded.

"The same girlfriend na dahilan kung bakit kayo nagbreak?"

I pretended to look offended. "I-remind ba?... Yeah, i guess so. Namomoblema daw kasi parents niya ngayon kasi di pa nga sila pwede ipakasal kasi 16 years old pa lang yung girl."

"What did you feel when you heard the news?"

"Mixed emotions kasi. Mostly, I felt surprised."

"Knowing Miguel, nasurprise ka pa?"

"No. I was surprised that what I was expecting, actually happened. I felt sorry din for him kasi from what I heard, wala pa rin siyang work hanggang ngayon and now he's become one of the statistics that he used to vow he would never become - an unwed father."

"Buti nga sa kanya... Baby, that's karma."

"Yeah. I guess... Actually, I felt sad din. More for myself, not for him."

"Bakit? Namimiss mo pa ba siya?"

I laughed. "Nahhh... I felt sad kasi... bat yung girlfriend niya binuntis niya, ako hinde?"

He laughed. "Aba! At gusto mo na palang mabuntis?"

I giggled. "Hehe... Joke lang."

"Alam mo, madali namang gumawa ng baby. Mahirap lang magpalaki."

"Oo na po, kuya," I teased, kissing him quickly on the lips. "Nagbibiro lang po."

"Pero, kung gusto mo talaga," he turned and before I knew it, my back was practically reclining on the smooth leather interior, "Madali naman akong pakiusapan. Gusto mo ngayon na natin simulan?"

I laughed. "He! Ikaw talaga, bad ka!"

"Hinde...ako naman. I'm just being a good friend. You know, I'm always ready to lend a helping hand... So, if gusto mo talagang mabuntis na, pahihiramin ko katawan ko. Free of charge."

I smiled. "Sira!," I told him, before giving him a quick smack.

He then looked at me inquisitively. "Honestly speaking, hindi ako magagalit. Do you think you're completely over him?"

I looked at him and found myself surprised by what I saw in his eyes. It was fear. Cold damn fear of losing the one you love... Ha! I guess he has realized it so much earlier than I did... What started out as friendship, a fling, a relationship that was just supposed to test the waters has finally turned out to be so much more. Damn hell... how was it that i never realized it until now? Or maybe I was just so much in denial about it, afraid of getting hurt again, that I didn't want to face what's right there infront of me?... Until now...

Oh, shit. What the hell am I gonna do?

"I'm over him."

"How sure are you?"

I looked at him. "I just do."

He kissed the back of my hand and didn't say another word.

"Lasa?" I called.

"Yeah?"

"Wanna know something?"

"What?"

"I'm just as scared about this as you are."

He turned to me, smiled and kissed my forehead. He understood. Words weren't needed because he felt it too. And it was clearly enough for now.

*The following characters and situations are based on fantasy and are nothing but the product of the writer's delusional and overactive imagination. They are in no way related to nor reflective of any actual individual and whatever similarities there might be to situations or persons in reality are simple coincidences only that should best be left ignored.