Graaabbeeehh!!!!
super unlucky day. i lost my car keys.
the day started innocently enough though. i thought that we were going to have class despite the ACLE because we didn't have class last meeting. then my prof suddenly decides na wala na lang. since j199 is my only class on tuesdays, i totally wasted my day and my gas. But, i decided to just shrug it off and hang with carla and paolo. had some ice cream in the parking lot and went to this place in near sm north for vegetarian food.
then all hell broke loose.
when we got back to masscomm, i realized i forgot to lock my car. that kinda creeped me out a bit already, but it got worse. i was searching my bag for my car key and couldn't find it. i scoured my entire car and even the grassy area where we ate ice cream before we left but i still couldn't find it. carl and pao offered to take me back to sm north, just in case i left it in the place where we ate. so we went and made kulit all the maintenance and security people, but to no avail. i was really on the verge of tears and carl even said she's never seen me look so scared before.
*funny moment #1*
Me: nakakaiyak naman 'to...
Carla: it's ok meianne, try praying to St. Anthony. he's the patron saint of lost things.
Me: (wailing) ANTHONYYYY!!!
Carla: uh, i really think you should refer to him as SAINT Anthony
*funny moment #2*
Me: i know! one of you guys should beat me up! i'll just tell my parents i got mugged and the crook took my whole bag. you guys can even sell my phones and shit. carla, you should do it. baka masyado masakit pag si paolo e.
Carla: i'm not gonna beat you up, meianne.
*all funniness ends here*
i really have the nicest friends. when patty found out what happened, she actually offered to lend me her car for me to drive to paranaque to get the spare (i didn't take her up on the offer because one dent on her car would be worth my car's entire resale value). after one desperate last ditch attempt to find it within the parking lot grounds (patty and carla actually pushed my car just to check if my keys were under it!), carla and paolo (my saviors!) drove me all the way to paranaque to get the spare. it was really the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me and they officially have my eternal gratitude. my house is super out of their way and traffic was terrible and they both also had to get home early. i'm such a hassle! i couldn't stop apologizing to them and thanking them.
i couldn't tell my parents what happened. i could practically hear the lectures on responsibility and how i'm such a scatterbrain and the questioning of my deserving a car. i just told them i dropped my key in the gutter and couldn't get it back. i feel bad about lying, but i'm just thinking that it's not really the kind of lie that could hurt anyone, so it's kinda all right...right?
to my mentor, the one who taught me to drive like i do...
...who taught me the joys of imbibing in the occasional (?!) drink...
...who taught me that it's ok even if not everybody likes me...
...who taught me how to make boys cry (or how to beat up little boys when i was 5)...
...who taught me to be stronger and how to forget the pain...
to my beach buddy who just may actually love the beach and shimming more than i do...
...who shares my love for anything chocolate...
...and anything with alcohol...
to my co-conspirator who covers up my early morning returns from Gs...
...who defends my lifestyle and shennannigans to disapproving parents...
...who slips me beer under the table when i am forbidden to drink...
...who best understands my view of relationships (he inspired it)...
to my protector who swears to make suffer anyone who causes me tears...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KUYA!!!!