Just a while ago I had almost fell off the steps I was on. It was a good thing, though, that I was able to grab hold of something before I fell flat on the floor guffawing my lungs out.

Confusing? Let's backtrack a bit... During my summer term I met this guy through a friend. We hit it off quite well and the next thing I know is that he is beating the others in terms of frequency of calls and text messages. Now, just a few days ago I had an altercation with someone whom I hold dear in my heart and then he called and started a conversation which I found extremely annoying. I wanted so much to avoid mindless chatter that I told him that I am not in the mood. I said my goodbyes and put the phone down. Today, I learned that he was quite 'turned off' by my temper. Big surprise... Not! Admittedly, I purposely did not control my temper hoping that I would annoy him... I wanted to know if he would forgo this lapse and maintain whatever delusion he has on his little grey cells. I wanted to know which 'me' would seem more real to him, the extremely perky and bubbly me (the one that most people see esp. the people lisa and chal put in "The List"- excluding my close friends and old classmates), the serious and logical me (the one that most people I work with see excluding aikee... i guess), the sensitive and ought-to-be-hugged me (joe! li! cha!)or the fiery tempered me... Well, the fact that he's still pestering me after he laid down the judgement that he was 'turned off' is making me think that he set aside that lapse. egad... now what am I supposed to do with him?

Now why was I laughing again? Oh I can't tell yet 'til I trell this weird event. It was 3 am and my cellphone rang, the guy on the other line was asking me what room is roxanne(?) staying in. Dazed, I didn't know what to answer at first and the only thing I was able to say was 'scuzi?' He repeated his query and I told him that I personally don't know any roxanne. He then proceeded to tell me that roxanne was the girl we met in the bar. I asked him "what bar? I haven't been in any bar." Now that must have jolted him a bit and he asked, "wait are you still here in boracay?" (GOD! How I wish I was but I had classes dang nabbit!) I told him "no." He then asked me, "is this rachelle." I told him "the last time I checked, yes I am rachelle" Then it must have dawned on him... I was not the rachelle he thought I was. He started apologizing like hell and he asked some questions and when he got the answers he realized that I was the rachelle in the Young Economists Convention and he got my number from the forms ( I think...) Anyway, the conversation ended and I got myself some sleep. The next day, I got weird messages that was, as my sister called it, icky so to speak. A few days later, I found this weirdo at teh unversity with chocolates to thank me for being nice to him (retch!) Of course, as the chocolate addict that I am I accepted it right after the right amount of refusal from my part. When I stated my intent of leaving the premises, he said goodbye and landed an offensive smackeroo on my forehead. Heaven forbid that I see his face a again because I have a plot to bludgeon it... I allow only one person to do that to me and it ain't him. For a few days, he tried apologizing after realized his error but I gave him the freeze. Goodness gracious! The next time I see him I'd make sure I have my favorite blackbelter by my side to pummel him if he comes even three feet of me! Garr....

Anyway, the stories above are the ones that I told my 'ragazzo'. He didn't mind, of course since (for those who are not aware) we are both completely open to one another. He commented, however, that those things transpired because I was 'bello/bella'. Instead of saying a humble 'grazie' I started guffawing like hell. I could not believe what I heard. I told him that I refuse to believe what he had said in mid-guffaw and he insisted that I was wrong. Lord, what did I do to deserve that from him! *sigh* Anyway, being as stubborn as him I refused again and demanded a logical explanation along with solid evidence to contrary. As usual, he gave me a brilliant oration that gave what I had demanded and predictably, I refused to acknowledge his arguments. We have currently postponed our discussion as I am not in my proper mental state to battle this one out with him. Surely he would not forget to bring this one up anytime soon as he is bent on making me believe his statement... Lord knows that I so much wanted to believe him but the reasons why I can't is a whole different story that I would relate some other time...

12:39 AM

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Thursday, May 13, 2004

accounting and counting votes