'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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Partying at Manor
Another overdue post! So this is in relation to my day entry [ click ]. I went partying out with some of my high school classmates and acquaintances at Manor, Eastwood and it was hell wicked!
And then here’s the special chapter of the night: my chanced meeting with my homeboys… the Manor bouncers. LOL. They were so cool!
![Your attitude towards something can make the difference. HAHA! :)) Confidence, that’s what I’m saying—and the don’t-give-a-shit attitude.
This .gif made me nostalgic, actually.
Before, when I was in some sort of contest—you know those mini ‘pageants’ where the prettiest girl wins? Well I joined one of those before back in my hometown due to the evil force clutch of my mom—I mean dearest wishes of my mom. Aaaand one of my co-candidates happened to be my enemy [now turned good friend] and I was pretty sure that she was the one who ripped my dress’ hem.
Well, don’t call me as too presumptuous ‘cause the smirk, the laugh and the “That’s what you get, bitch” were the dead giveaways. (We were a small town so, the parents usually pass down the hatred that they have for another family to their children. OOOOH DRAMA. I really didn’t give a shit at first but the bitch was going too far during my high school years so I sort of… did my own way of things. LOL BAD.)
Anyway, everybody was kind of expecting me to cry or to throw a fight—my coach didn’t even know what to do. (What kind of coach is that? LOLOLOL) I was about to get affected too ‘cause my number was about to come and everybody in the dressing room were gathering around me—suffocating me HAHA… BUT TO HELL WITH IT.
Since it was a ghastly rip on the left side, I went ahead and ripped the other side—which was to the utter dismay of my mom; like hello, the money we paid for that tailored dress? HAHAH! So there, I just went out of the stage and sashayed on the ramp. LOL.
I swear, my ass can almost be seen if I swayed too much—thank God for my black panties :)) So there, not even the audience nor the judges have noticed, I guess! There were hooting though—the boys I mean. Damn pervs. But it went well. I guess they just thought that I was just trying to be sexy or an ‘attention-catcher’ LOL YA RIGHT.
So anyway… Guess what? With modesty, I won. Oh-ho-ho.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la3gdcsnSS1qagn3lo1_500.gif)
Your attitude towards something can make the difference. HAHA! :)) Confidence, that’s what I’m saying—and the don’t-give-a-shit attitude.
This .gif made me nostalgic, actually.
Before, when I was in some sort of contest—you know those mini ‘pageants’ where the prettiest girl wins? Well I joined one of those before back in my hometown due to the evil force clutch of my mom—I mean dearest wishes of my mom. Aaaand one of my co-candidates happened to be my enemy [now turned good friend] and I was pretty sure that she was the one who ripped my dress’ hem.
Well, don’t call me as too presumptuous ‘cause the smirk, the laugh and the “That’s what you get, bitch” were the dead giveaways. (We were a small town so, the parents usually pass down the hatred that they have for another family to their children. OOOOH DRAMA. I really didn’t give a shit at first but the bitch was going too far during my high school years so I sort of… did my own way of things. LOL BAD.)
Anyway, everybody was kind of expecting me to cry or to throw a fight—my coach didn’t even know what to do. (What kind of coach is that? LOLOLOL) I was about to get affected too ‘cause my number was about to come and everybody in the dressing room were gathering around me—suffocating me HAHA… BUT TO HELL WITH IT.
Since it was a ghastly rip on the left side, I went ahead and ripped the other side—which was to the utter dismay of my mom; like hello, the money we paid for that tailored dress? HAHAH! So there, I just went out of the stage and sashayed on the ramp. LOL.
I swear, my ass can almost be seen if I swayed too much—thank God for my black panties :)) So there, not even the audience nor the judges have noticed, I guess! There were hooting though—the boys I mean. Damn pervs. But it went well. I guess they just thought that I was just trying to be sexy or an ‘attention-catcher’ LOL YA RIGHT.
So anyway… Guess what? With modesty, I won. Oh-ho-ho.
I reread this entry of mine, months back! HAHAHAHA Nostalgia kicks!
…because it shaped up who I am. I may have came from the province, but high schools are always the same. There are the popular girls, loners, mean girls, and whatevers; double it up with life’s playful games and there you have it. We all went through it. And tonight, I want to recall it. Because I fear I might forget. :P
FIRST YEAR
I was a complete tomboy. :)) I had short hair, I didn’t care about my looks—damn, I wouldn’t even care about my clothes if it’s totally creased or not. But what kept people noticing me was my last name. Yep. Not only because our family business is one of the most flourishing entities at that time, but also because our family history is a very attractive topic to gossip about. Anyway. There.
All I had in my mind was to just go through high school peacefully—I still had some issues, personal issues, to deal with, and I had no time for other things. I just wanted to get out of that place; soon and fast.
One of the silly things I’ve done that I’ve just remembered: talk with a guy in the wee hours of the morning/night. And all we talked about was Disney!!! HAHA he didn’t even knew what Aladdin was! :)) And to think that was our first bonding moment after we got separated for college. :))
It’s mi other best friend, Richmond! :)) I miss this dude. Silly. :))
Remembering High School…
…because it shaped up who I am. I may have came from the province, but high schools are always the same. There are the popular girls, loners, mean girls, and whatevers; double it up with life’s playful games and there you have it. We all went through it. And tonight, I want to recall it. Because I fear I might forget. :P
FIRST YEAR
I was a complete tomboy. :)) I had short hair, I didn’t care about my looks—damn, I wouldn’t even care about my clothes if it’s totally creased or not. But what kept people noticing me was my last name. Yep. Not only because our family business is one of the most flourishing entities at that time, but also because our family history is a very attractive topic to gossip about. Anyway. There.
All I had in my mind was to just go through high school peacefully—I still had some issues, personal issues, to deal with, and I had no time for other things. I just wanted to get out of that place; soon and fast.
So there. People know me, but most of the time, I let myself be pushed and shoved when going by the corridors of the school; besides, I was no pretty bee to be handled with total care. That was okay nonetheless because I had a lot of friends backing me up if ever. But there came a point when I got envious of the upperclassmen. They looked classy, clad in their best Wednesday outfits. And with the right make-up they totally looked in control, poised and untouchable. From that point on, I decided to try it out. And I did. I succeeded. But… That’s where my life turned around.
