'Aileen' is a twenty-year-old blogger from the Philippines who is happily single and living life at its best.
She was born and raised in Batanes but currently living in the bustling city of Manila where she is a superwoman corporate woman by day, a blogger and homebody by night, and a party animal come weekends.
She likes lazying around, traveling, eating different cuisines, writing nonsense as well as those with sense, being weird, laughing ridiculously, city lights, partying out late, blah blah blah.
She is interested in fashion, music, arts, desserts, internet, dancing, sleeping, and singing. And oh, she misses Batanes with a passion. ★
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Me, whenever I meet my friends who just came back from summer vacation.
ME: Who are you and what have you done to my friend?!?!?!?!?
Smitten.
Me: *messing around, being a total kid* BEST NIGHT EVAAAAH!
Him: *laughs* Hey, come here.
Me: What?
Him: *looks at me with this very very gentle smile*
Me: (OH STOP IT YOUUUU!!!)
Me: Heeey. Whaaaat...?
Him: You're really beautiful.
Me: Haaa? What?
Him: *laughs* I said... you're really beautiful.
Me: I'm kidding. I already heard you the first time, but I just wanted you to say it again.
Me: (LOLJK I ACTUALLY DIDN'T HEAR HIM! BAHAHAHA BUT AWWWWW MAAAN)
Him: *laughs*
Me: So how about a third time?
Him: *laughs more* You're really beautiful!
Him: *pinches my nose*
Me: (LOL I KNOW. I'M FLIRTING SO BAD THAT IT MAKES ME WANT TO SLAP MYSELF. But I can't help it though! Haha!!! I'm really liking this French boy! Smooth talker yeaaah.)
3 Countries
Me: WHOA. WHOA. WHOAAAAA! You have a tattoo??
Him: Yeah, why? Why are you so surprised?
Me: You look like a freakin’ goody-goody guy! I wouldn’t expect you to have a tattoo!
Him: Well… I’m sorry to disappoint you. Haha!
Me: I’m not disappointed!!!! NOT AT ALL! Now tell me… What does it mean?
Him: Well… it represents three countries that I’ve been in the most. Panama, Australia, and France—
Me: What in the… you’re like a mishmash of the countries that I’ve been dying to be in!
Him: Jealous?
Me: YES. AND HOLYSHIT. Wait. France???
Him: Yeah. I was born there.
Me: *in hysterics* OH MY GOD! SPEAK IN FRENCH! SPEAK NOW! NOW! NOW!
Him: *laughing* *speaks a line in French*
Me: FUCK! I DID NOT UNDERSTAND THAT BUT! It sounds so fucking good!
Him: *laughs even more*
Me: Stop laughing! This is the first time that I had to hear it live!!! SO SPEAK MORE!!
Him: *still laughing; but still said another line*
Me: Now what does that mean..?
Him: It means that you’re beautiful.
Me: *laughs* Bullshit. How would I even know? Haha! Okay, I’m kidding. But just one more, please?
Him: *said a ridiculously long speech in French*
Me: Whoa… what does that mean!?
Him: *sticks his tongue out*
Me: That is so unfair! I should have recorded that!
Him: Sucks for you. *pulled me in for a hug*
Me: I have to say though that you looked like a Filipino dude when I first met you.
Him: Mademoiselle, please shut up and hug me back!
Me: Oh my gaaahd, say ‘mademoiselle’ again!!!
Him: Hug me back already.
Me: *mumbles* What a needy French dude.
Him: *laughs*
Eat ♥
This happened months and months ago. My friend, David, went back here to the Philippines to ‘escape’ because his fiance just broke off their engagement. He actually spent quite some time locking himself up in his apartment but I’m a really awesome friend so I dragged him out of the house and treated him to ice cream and some other munchies—which I know, is his instant comfort food. (Lol yeah, much like us girls.)
So he poured his heart out like a girl (LOLJK ok I’ll stop now) and I… ate all the food that was meant for him. LOL.
Before you scorn me, this is what happened: when our ice cream came, someone from his work overseas called him, so obviously he had to answer that. Now it was the middle of a hot sunny day and the conversation was taking too long.
When the call finally ended, he sat back down and was greeted with empty ice cream cups and chocolate wrappers.
David: What happened…
Me: It was melting.
David: …this is depressing. More depressing.
Me: You were taking too long!
David: But still—!
Me: Don’t look at me like that! It was melting! I know you would have done the same thing!
David: ……
Me: Answer me!
David: *laughs* Well, yeah.
In the end, I had to buy again and this dude gulped it all down as quickly as he could for fear that I might attack the goodies again. LOL.
Me: I’m not a monster, okay?
David: *in between gulps* Nope, you are.
BUT I LOVE FOOD OK.
Hearing the song “Glad You Came” for the first time
*song starts playing*
The Wanted: My universe will never be the same, I’m glad you came.
Me: …..
Friend: …..
Me: …..
Friend: …..
Me: *slowly looked at him*
Friend: *looked back*
Me & Friend: *started laughing*
Me: Boy, were they glad she came!
Friend: We’re going to hell.
Me: Yep, we definitely are.
I've been found out! D;
Boss: Hey! I read your blog!
Me: *acts innocent* Oh, what blog?
Boss: I read that recent entry of yours in iamaileen.com and I was laughing so much!
Me: *quickly runs a mental review if I said anything bad about my boss in all of my blogs* Oh, really? Haha! I'm glad to hear that.
Boss: Hey, guys! *calls out my other teammates* You should check out her blog!
Me: *OH MY GAAAAHD WTF IS THIS???* Oh... haha...
Coworker #1: Actually, I've read her blog, the food blog one. And I was up all night reading it! You write soooo well!
Coworker #2: Really? Tell me the link!
Coworker #1: It's foodiefromthemetro.com
Coworker #3: Wow, your generation has a lot of these things going on. So I guess you get free invites then to events?
Me: Uh.. yes.
Boss: So you see her blog now?
Coworker #2: Yeah! So this is Aileen's blog, huh!
Boss: Hey you should feature my works in your blog!
Me: Oh, yes... I could do that.
Coworker #4: You know what, it makes me wonder why you're working for Deutsche Bank and investment banking.
Me: *freakin blushes like shit*
Coworker #2: You made her blush! Look at her!
Boss: Haha! But what he said is true though!
Coworker #5: You should be writing for publications!
Boss: Yeah! Use it as a sideline! But!
Me: But...?
Boss: Don't resign!!!
Me: I--
Coworker #1: Now you're giving her ideas! What are you doing?
Boss: Oh, did I just...?
Coworker #2: I bet she'd be passing in her resignation letter any minute now. *laughs*
ME: I really wo--
Coworker #4: Hahaha! Wow, so that's blogging huh. That's why you always bring a camera.
Me: Yeah...
Boss: So blog about me okay?
Me: Sure. *still speechless as hell*
I HOPE THEY DON'T FIND MY TUMBLR. LOLOLOLLLL
Silence.
Me: I really feel like I'm this guy who got stuck inside a woman's body. Except of course that I like guys.
*long silence passed*
Me: Oh fuck.
Friend: What?
Me: I'm gay!!!! And you're the first to know!
Friend: Sometimes, you scare me.
Me: Really?
Friend: I'd like to see what's inside that head of yours.
Me: *laughs*
>This is in no way an intention to offend anyone. Just sayin.
I'm Dating Who?
Sister: Hey, that guy we met at Church asked my husband if you were single, and well... are you?
Me: No, I'm not.
Sister: What?! You're taken?
Me: Yeah.
Sister: By who!?
Me: My computer.
Sister: OH.
Me: But really, tell him no.
Dreams of Travel
Guy Friend: So when you want to travel, what's the number one place that you'd like to go to?
Me: Old cities. London. England. Paris. I dunno. Just somewhere... old or like a place that has structures that kind of stuck or survived from the 60s, 80s, whatever. Somewhere peaceful with that European feel.
My Best Friend: Well I'd like to go to places which has forests, or caves, and then explore, go on hikes, or something.
Guy Friend: Wow...
Me: What?
Guy Friend: I mean you're (*referring to me*) like more of that type of girl who's more akin to doing spontaneous, reckless, and wild things; while you (*referring my best friend*) look more like the serious one who'd go for old boring cities or something.
My Best Friend: What? What are you saying?
Me: ...Is this a compliment? 'Cause I don't see it.
Guy Friend: Haha!
>Oh, and no, we were just playing around. But it's nice 'cause I did see how my best friend and I could have contrasting interests despite our personalities.
