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Tuesday, December 5 x 12:52 AM

this day is just so indescribable, but i'll try.

it started off with my right eye getting bothered by my contact lens. for most part of the day, my right eye was half the size of my left eye. and since i removed my contact lens to stop the irritation, my right eye was infinitely blurred compared to my left eye. it bothered me so much i hardly got any work done.

this evening, i met up with maan, eddie, tricia, janelle, elyo and bboy in TOSH paseo for a celebratory dinner. the reason for the dinner: http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/entertainment/entertainment/view_article.php?article_id=35330. (thanks to vittorio for the link!)

the company was great (beyond great, but my vocabulary escapes me as of this moment), and i usually luuuurve TOSH food, but their pizza crust was as hard as cement, and my iced tea straw had a hole. eddie also decided to pour some of his vodka into my iced tea, and because i didn't have water of my own, he offered his (which he so kindly refilled). i took a huge gulp, and it was only then that i realized it wasn't water; it was vodka. thank god for elyo's yummy cupcakes! and a big thanks for the dinner, elyo. :)

it also doesn't help i gudang-ed before i ate, and gudang on an empty stomach always makes me queasy.

after dinner, eddie, wesh, bboy and i hung out in starbucks gb1. i was put on the spot, and now i've given then ammunition (stupid me). since bboy and eddie hitched with me going to ortigas, i agreed to hang out with them for a while in starbucks pearl, just to keep them quiet in front of my dad. got tired and they walked me home at 11:45. on our way home, while bboy had his arm around me, a pickup truck slowed down and stopped right beside us. it was kind of creepy, actually.

i just have to say this. i know i'm a whiner, but this really is the icing on a wonderful day. i've made a fool of myself, and i don't know how to undo the months of damage. i feel so unbelievably bad. but i can't show it outwardly, so i'm just going to laugh about it and pretend that these horrible feelings i harbor aren't killing me on the inside.

i love my friends so much.. i don't know what i'd do without them. *hugs* sherad, i'll miss you when you go back to davao..