I did a lot of crazy shit back in college. No this does not include falling for the ridiculously stupid and ugly boys--which by the way I have done way too many times that anyone should ever do legally. I do not exactly call myself reckless or rebellious but I think I did my share of crazy shit back in college. Here are but some of them.

1) Gayuma. Ex. Unrequited Love. No, I did not gayuma an ex. I had this friend who was ridiculously in love with her ex. In order to win the said ex back, I would accompany my friend to places where they sell gayuma and other trinkets. A lady who sells gayuma suggested that she feed him this bag of cat hair. Of course, the cat hair would be guised in some sweet food. We made a batch of cookies, me and my friend, and my friend made us (me and another friend) go to her ex to feed him the said cookies--spiked with cat hair. No, she was not able to win him back.

2) Bus Ride, Seat Fare, Chance at True Love. It was a cold December night and I was on a bus bound to Manila. A few minutes into the ride, a little right after I paid the fare, I got an SMS from a friend who told me that the boy I had a huge crush on was on stage our college Pasiklaban stage (that is pretty similar to UPDiliman's Lantern Parade--only with more drugs, alcohol and rock and roll), drunk and looking for me. Never had a chance to think, I went down the bus not minding the ticket I had already paid and took the cab back to our school. I saw said guy making-out with some girl in the college parking lot.

3) a Pencil, a Gang of Four, Police Blotter. Hello, my name is Kath and I had stabbed someone with a pencil. (Hi, Kath!) I just came from Nihonggo class which was a grueling three hours on a Friday evening, one could easily imagine that everyone is looking forward to a sleepy weekend, but no I had to go to class. I was out to have dinner (alone) so I decided to withdraw money from the bank, I accidentally bumped into a girl who was just coming out of the ATM booth. Their gang of four decided to gang up on me the moment I went out the ATM booth. They were pushing me and pushing me (all four of them) so I decided to protect myself. I stabbed one of the girl's arms with a pencil. A few seconds later a guard stopped us and called to bring us to the police station.

4) Bid a Guy for the Highest Amount. It was during the College Fair when this Org in my college had this idea that a great way to raise money is to bid cute college guys to lonely college gays, guys, girls (like me!) I had the meanest crush on the captain of the college debate team, so I bid for him! Needless to say his bid was the highest bid for anyone that day.

5) Put down a Restraining Order on a Boy I Dated. My dating history is not stellar. My dates included boys with girlfriends, boys with fiances, bums, drug addicts, etc. I was dating this boy when I had the biggest crush on our organization's chairman. After the said ex and I broke-up he would occasionally go to my place in the morning and ransack my clothes and personal belongings. One time I saw him going through the photos I had printed taking copies of photos of the said boy I had a crush on. He was ballistic and mad and was prepared to hit me. A few days later I put down a restraining order on said boy. He could not come to the baranggay where I live unless he wants to be jailed.

There were some other crazy shit I did which can not be written down mostly because they would consist of several felonies. What crazy shit did you do during your time?

Beware: scammers are all around now, especially that it's Christmas season.

The terrible things happen to good people. However, this is not my story.

I have been working for the hotel and restaurant industry for only two months. I have only heard of scams happening to friends and I do not have the slightest idea on how they operate until recently.

A friend of mine works as an account executive for one of the hotels the company I work for owns. Her job involves talking to clients and getting clients.

The Gang

My friend, R, was befriended by this woman who goes by the name Sonia Romero. Ms. Romero claims to be working for NLEX and its team. Romero claims she is from Cebu and will be working in Manila for a few days with some of her colleagues. She has with her three of her kids.

The Ploy

She will befriend one of the staff. She will ask about long-staying rates and other promos which the hotel offers. She will tell her friend from the staff, in this story my friend R, that some of her friends plan to check in the hotel for a long period of time and will take up a few rooms. Naturally, this means a notable account for the said friend/account executive. The  con artist will act to gain the victim's trust. Either by introducing the AE to her kids and talking about her fake life. She asked for random requests such as lugaw from the kanto, a hair clip, and a van to be used for when her kids will decide to go to Enchanted Kingdom the following days.

She paid for her first two nights of stay in the hotel. Making it seem like she is a legitimate customer.

The Execution

The day before she leaves the hotel her kids will be fetched from the hotel. She will claim that they need to be going someplace--her children. That night, she then decided to borrow my friend's laptop saying that she needs to be doing some papers considering that the work week is about to commence. My friend naturally would let their guest borrow her laptop so as to please the client.

The next morning, she pays the hotel a cheque and claims to just be going to church. The check is from a closed account. My friend's laptop along with some other things were stolen from her.

Oh, crap.

Much as we would like to think that our parents had raised us well imparting the age-old knowledge of never trusting strangers, we can not help it.

Terrible things happen to good people. I would like to think I am a good person, now I am afraid.

In other news, my birthday is about to come up. Have you thought of what gift you would like to give me? :D

I think we must all know by now how the world wide web is such a small place. A small one which one could be sure you'd be surprised on how people are connected to people. I had always liked the fact that my in real life world has not collided too much with the online world. Which is only until recently. I would like to state the following examples:

• I dated this boy who works with a college orgmate. An orgmate who I have never met until I became friends with said boy. Said college orgmate is connected to an ex by means of a debate org they (they, the ex and the orgmate) both belonged in. 
• My last "ex"'s older brother, I found out this morning, is connected to the boy I dated during our relationship. The one who came directly during/after him. The company where the older brother works is the same company where the boy I dated works in, a company which integrates three software related companies.
• A college friend is childhood friends with a friend I met online. Both of them sanguine and beautiful, I should have pinpointed the connection early on.
• My sister's ex-boyfriend is now together with this girl my sister and I ogles to no end. One who we could have been secretly in love with.
• This boy I dislike in elementary school is friends/connected to an old college teacher, one who I had a massive crush on and is extremely close with my ex.

It's all very funny, these things. No wonder it's called a web.

Oh, crap. My hair is orange.

Really random, bimbo entry:

I dyed my hair yesterday because of utter boredom. Lo and behold, my hair is now orange. Oh crap. Yesterday, it was a bright tangerine. Now, it is a muted tangerine-copper brown. It took me several hours in the bathroom just trying to wash the tangerine off. Yesterday, it looked like Clementine's from ESotSM. Except for the fact that I am Asian.

( Sweet tangerine, will you please come back to me.. )

Considering I desire to remember all the sordidness in my life, I would like to encapsulate the dates I had into a three song summary. Every last date. Something to make me remember how the night was about. Only if they are memorable. Tomorrow, I would start with the last three. For now, Book Blockade.

I know I should have just put this on twitter. But then again, it is more than 140 characters. So go, LJ.

I admittedly am one of the lamest girls you will ever meet. I am not sporty in any way. I find volleyball incredibly uninteresting and too commonplace. I can not play badminton because I can not quite see the shuttlecock when it flies left to right because of my awesome vision, and I have never tried to ride a bicycle. My very limited physical education involved (except for the very obvious like the three-minute step test, push-ups and sit-ups) Taekwondo, Weight Training, Modern Jazz and Cheerdancing. I am not what you can call the athletic type, as you can clearly see from the way my bones are built.

Nowadays, my physical activities include walking the city streets (I have tried walking from Ortigas to Cubao several times,) and hiking up and down the stairs, and bedroom calisthenics which involve me stretching, sprawling on the bed,  and huddling close on and around my pillows.

Every year I promise myself that I will try to mount a bike and learn, but then again, considering that I will be 24 this year, I have once again failed myself in that department. I had always subscribed to the belief that I have a bad sense of balance and gravity. Which is why I stay away from bicycles and anything which demands balance and a good sense of gravity.

Lo and behold, I get enticed to try my hand (or feet for this matter) on skateboarding. Last night, along with some friends, at E.Rodriguez avenue I decided to mount a longboard. And holymother of heaven I can actually do this shit. I can actually stand for a few minutes and move and not fall on this shit. Okay, granted that it is very easy to try to skate board, but this is the first time I have ever done this in my entire life. No scratches, no swearing, no aimlessly flailing my arms in the air because of sheer frustration. It is quite easy! Which might mean I still have a chance on this riding a bicycle business.

Oh, oh, oh, and going up and down a ramp-like structure is like a mild adrenaline rush. Mild.

No picture. FAIL! Next time, perhaps.