June 2010

Sa Timezone, Glorietta, 6PM:

Pinapanood namin ni Pasha si Schoolboi, na nagpapasikat sa amin sa Guitar Hero.

"He thinks he's a rockstar," ang puna ni Pasha.

I nodded, not saying anything. I was watching the other badets in Timezone watching Schoolboi, and, of course, si Pasha.

As usual, sila pa rin ang kapansin-pansin kahit saan sila pumunta.

"Oh, shit," I thought as I watched Schoolboi play with the guitar, cradling it like it was a lover. So hot.

Pasha gulped down the last of the Coke he had bought, threw it sa trash can, and then faced me, looking all serious.

"What?" I asked, a little freaked out.

He raised his chin, and asked me, "Who's more goodlooking? Me or Schoolboi?"

I was taken aback. Alam kong vain si Pasha, pero he's never been outspoken about it before.

"Well?" he asked again, "Me or Schoolboi?"

I answered him seriously, "Siyempre ikaw."

Weird, hindi ako nahirapan sagutin siya.

He smiled, "Hmmm, that's true. Pero I think you prefer Schoolboi."

I blushed, I think.

I looked away and avoided Pasha's gaze, who was giggling a little.

Schoolboi was done playing. Lumapit siya sa amin.

"I'm gonna go buy something to drink sa Starbucks, want anything?" Schoolboi asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Pabeelee pow ng green-tea frappe!" ang sagot ni Pasha sa kaniyang Amboy accent.

Schoolboi looked at me, asking if I wanted anything. I smiled and shook my head.

He saluted and ran off to the coffeeshop.

I watched him run away. I sighed.

"You like him, don't you?" asked Pasha, catching me off-guard.

"Ha?"

"Gustow mow si Schoolboi," ang sabi niya, a small smile on his pinkish lips.

I laughed, trying to seem like I thought he was joking, "Okay ka lang? Of course not. He's so not my type."

Tumawa siya ng malakas, inakbayan ako, and he guided me on the way to Starbucks.

We could see Schoolboi inside Starbucks, waving at us from his table.

Before entering, hinarangan ako ni Pasha, at nakangiting sinabi:

"Sweetheart, he's everybody's type. And besides..."

He leaned in close, so close that I could smell his perfume, Clinique Happy, and he whispered in my ear:

"...I know about your blog."

He leaned back, smiled at me charmingly, and went inside.

"Oh, shit," I thought.

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Ganito ang itsura ko kapag na-ha-haggard ako:

Bakit ako na-ha-haggard?

Kelangan ba talaga bumili ka ng damit sa Bench para lang makakuha ka ng tickets sa Bench Uncut?

Wala naman kasya sa akin sa Bench eh!

Paano ko makikita itong mga ito?:

Nakita ko na si Jon dati sa mall, before siya sumikat ng husto. Siya lang ang mestizo na madugyot tignan for me, in person.

Mahal ko ang katawan ni Aljur. Driver ko naman ang face niya.

Is it just me or does Jake Cuenca have the smallest bukol ever?

Pati rin itong kay Rafael.

Who is this guy? Grabe ang katawan niya. Gusto kong bigyang pugay.

Kahit ang bading ng pose ni Diet dito, ang hot pa rin.

Eek! Alvin, si Enchong mylabs!

I saw Christian Bautista in church last month. He did not look like this.

I'm loco for Coco!

Sheeet! Somebody sponsor me, please lang!

how proud and happy I am that I am close friends with someone who can make these:

Hay naku, Baker Clang, mag-Facebook Bakery ka na kasi!

I'm sure maraming o-order sayo!

Let me rephrase that.

This year's number one sa top ten list.

I've finally found him.

Sigh.

Mahal ko na siya.

Zooper.

And what's more? Taga-Peoplesupport siya.

Thank you, God.

FYI lang po.

The top ten list for this year is almost done.

I found two guys in the company outing whom I think are perfect for the list.

Isa na lang. Isa na lang ang kulang.

I need... a muscle guy.

What do I mean by muscle guy?

Someone who makes you go mmmf.

Someone na nakakapanlambot tuhod ang body.

Someone na may itsura na, may katawan pa.

Every year my list has at least one.

Last year, it was Billy.

Don't remember him?

Let me refresh your memory.

Ok na?

Ok.

If you are someone like Billy, or if you know someone like him, na call center agent at willing ma-feature sa blog ko, please please please send his contact info my way.

I'm desperate.

BTW, may isusumbong ako sa inyo.

Ewan ko kung na-hurt lang ang pride ko, or talagang na-offend lang ako pero kasi ganito yun, I received an email from someone in our company nominating a teammate of his. May pictures pa siyang pinadala of the guy.

I don't know either of them pero yung nominee, nakikita ko na dati pa dito sa office.

I have to admit, the guy is cute. May itsura. Malaki ang chance na makapasok siya talaga sa top ten.

So I replied to the email and asked the sender if papayag ba yung nominee na mapasama.

Two weeks later, wala pa ring reply.

So, ang ginawa ko, hinanap ko yung nominee sa facebook and nakita ko naman.

I sent him a message that went something like this:

"Hi ____,

Sorry for the bother, my name is Bookie and I'm from the fifth floor. I run this blog called "Call Center Confidential" and every year, I post this entry that highlights call center guys who are nominated by their peers for their looks.

You were nominated by a friend of yours and I was wondering if you'd be interested to join. No pressure, just pure clean fun. :-)

- bookie -"

And I also sent him a link of the blog.

I also added him in Facebook. And I RARELY add people.

A week later, no response.

Two weeks later, still no response and he ignored my friend request.

Ouch.

Wala pa ring response yung nag-nominate sa kaniya.

So I thought, baka mahiyain lang ang lolo mo.

And then I found out he joined the company outing's Mr. Hotshots contest.

(Update: Some people got confused. I am not referring to the girl in the pic, OF COURSE. It's the ghostly image of the guy whom I'm talking about.)

Well.

Wala na ako ma-say.

I guess a response from either of them would have been nice.

Tanggapin ko naman kung ayaw eh. But to be ignored is just so not cool.