Of Nicky and the City
musings about life, love, sex, friendship and what-have-you's
Hi, my name is Nicky. I think writing is therapeutic, hence this blog. I like talking about myself and yes, I can be arrogant like that. I love dark chocolate and caramel. I have a sweet tooth. I love both football and rugby. I think Fernando Torres and Dan Carter are the hottest football and rugby players. Needless to say, I am also addicted to Sex and the City. This blog shows a different side of myself, I think. I find joy when I am debating (contest debates) or simply having interesting and intellectual conversations over some drinks. I also want to bungy jump. Or skydive.
20212223 24 yo. shock absorber. debater. bubbly. mcchicken addict afamista. bitchy. sun-worshipper. paranoid sarcastic. beach bum. health conscious. impulsive. book worm. football enthusiast. wine drinker. coke light enthusiast coke zero enthusiast. anglophile. arrogant. camwhore. text monster. huge rugby fan. buffet sampler. Twinnings enthusiast. drinking buddy. perky. charming. Murphy's/TGIFiday's/Bubba Gump's/Cafe Breton's patron. slave driver. lawyer wannabe. lactose-intolerant. ass-kicker. british accent lover.iPod addict. articulate. rapid speaker. has a dutch lover Liverpool FC fan. vertically-challenged. slick. cynical. sexy. red wine lover. likes older men. funny. hot. smokes occasionally. loves to laugh. makes great pasta. Starbucks addict. does not like boys. likes MEN. timid child NYC lover. perpetual student. outspoken. free-spirited. outgoing. buxom. All Blacks fan. laughs easily. daydreamer. snob. liberal-minded. potato chaser. an intellectual bitch. audiophile a multi-addict - chat addict. internet addict. caffeine addict. music
addict. RT addict bookworm. voluptous. sentimental. food slut. sometimes gullible. tough
cookie. gypsy. hopeless romantic yet carnally-inclined. (syn. libidinous) believes in marriage flip-flop lover. geographically-challenged. has shallow happiness. does not watch tv regularly but is a sex and the city addict. single by choice. hypochondriac. driven. stubborn.
intimidating. does not take crap. sucker for romance. boyish honest. candid. sometimes naive. crazy. insomniac. loves make-up. bohemian. spontaneous. hoyden patron
saint of people who doesn't go to class. self-proclaimed
love guru. wacky. jester. and let's not forget, my mom in
the Debate team nicknamed me as the so-called 'Fire of
Concupiscence' ... :)
i am a twenty something who talks and thinks like a forty year old.
i hate being called by my real name.
i love going to the beach; i'll be a 'masahista' there if i have to. HAHAH
i keep an online journal.
i love light blue by dolce and gabbana.
i am vain. need i say more? lol
i'd like to try sky diving and bungee jumping at least once in this lifetime.
i keep a close group of friends.
i can cook but can't bake to save my life.
i love the colour blue, and i'm thinking of getting my hair dyed in blue.
i was a tomboy in high school.
we have a dog, but i am allergic to dogs, or cats.
i only smoke when i drink.
i've never had a Filipino boyfriend. (thank gawd! HAHAHHAA)
you do not want to see me drunk, or tipsy.
i suggest you don't debate with me. HAHAHA
i am an inner geek.
i am a hopless romantic.
i do not watch television.
i am very transparent.
i have a propensity for caucasian men, in all shapes and sizes, as long as they are straight!
i love wearing flip flops.
i used to sport men's cologne back in high school.
i don't eat japanese food.
i dress up according to my mood - boho, preppy, corporate, funky, beach wear, u name it.
i did my thesis overnight, and i did not even have to revise it :)
i read everything i can lay my hands on.
i can't live without my music.
i feel naked without my phone.
i can sleep whenever, wherever.
i don't know how to skate, or roller blade.
one of my pet peeves is when i hear people refer to the word "traffic," like it is an adjective. ie, "it's so traffic!" instead of "traffic is slow today."
i spend most of my time online when i'm just home.
i love strawberries.
i talk in my signatured rapid english, only applicable in the 7 minute rush when debating.
i don't eat sinigang, or nilaga.
i don't like boys, i like MEN. white, older men!
i recently just found the guy i want to spend the rest of my life with. and that still surprises me. i've always been a pessimist when it comes to that, but not anymore
I still have three hours or so to be bored at work. I am currently at work, starving, and deciding if I should just crappy food from the pantry. Or buy food at good ole Mickey D's. Or get some junk food from the Mini Stop at the ground floor. I've decided to just get crappy food anyway. I am much too lazy to go all the way to the ground floor to get something I probably will only eat half of. So now I am trying to finish this faux spaghetti that I bought from the 16F pantry. Yech. Talk about spaghetti sauce which tastes like mechado or afritada. Ugh.
Where the fuck is the bloody tomato sauce?!
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So I am quite pleased. :-)
Why?
I am going to Hong on 1st - 4th November to watch the rugby game for the Bledisloe Cup. The game is between the Australian National Team (Wallabies) and the New Zealand National Team (The All Blacks) Obviously, I am supporting the All Blacks! This will be the first time ever in the history of the Bledisloe Cup (or otherwise known as the Tri Nations) will be held in another country other than Australia, New Zealand or South Africa.
Historic as it is, I have opted that this is my personal gift to myself for my 25th year on Earth. I have already gotten my first personal gift to self - the tattoos. :-) However, this is is extra special. I might travel alone to HK, or another girl friend will go with me. I am still mulling it over actually. She won't be watching the game with me and would rather just spend her money doing shopping. As for myself, I think that the HK $892 (it is actually only HK $880, but there is a HK $12 service charge, whatever that is) will be worth it. Who knows when I can watch another live rugby match in the future aye?
So whilst I will be busy with the match - the gates will open at 1430 on 1st November, and the game will start at 1630, if I am to go with my girl friend, I will just meet her at the local pub for much needed celebration. This is ofcourse, if the All Blacks will win, otherwise, I will drown my sorrows with a pint of strong lager - NOT! HAHA. I am just too happy that I will be watching this game live. It means alot to me.
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So ask me how I managed to get a ticket for this nearly sold-out match?
I went there and posted an ad in the HK section, looking to find out how to get tickets, as I am in Manila. Apparently, all online tickets are only available for HK or Macau residents. Cut the long story short, a very kind stranger offered to buy me a ticket, and I can just claim it from him and pay him back when I get my arse to HK in November. We exchanged contact information, etc and have complete trust in him that he got my ticket.
Well, if he does not and he turns out to be a chronic and pathetic liar (which I am hoping, and really thinking he is not) then the worst that could happen is me sitting in some pub downtown, watching the game live, and drinking my pint of Guinness or Stella Artois, or maybe even a Duvel.
At least, I'd be in Hong Kong. :-) That, in itself is already a treat.
So looking forward to it!!!
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I am so going to make my 25th year memorable.
I am going to start travelling, most probably independently.
I am saving up for the HK trip, my birthday celebration in November, and my trip to Shanghai in the next few months. My good friend John (who I fondly call Poker Boy, or Weller - becuase of his last name) will be moving to Shanghai, China this 17th August for a two year contract to teach art for high school students in the British School over there. Ofcourse, he invited me to come over and see him. I said yes. :-) So this Shanghai trip will most probably materialise early January or early February, thereabouts. He is going back home to Pennsylvania for the Christmas holidays, and since I am bugging him to get me this absolutely mouth-watering chocolate then this means I need to see him AFTER his US trip. Haha. I am such a brat, aren't I?
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I am looking forward to the Puerto Galera trip (albeit overnight only) that I will be taking together with my American friend Brie. She will be going back to Europe in Poland this September already, and she has not gone to a beach yet. :-) I am going to be her tour guide/negotiator/room mate/travel buddy. I met her through Jijo and Doc Quincy's pool party at La Fayette in Makati, have kept in touch, and have been friends since. I actually have not seen her again since the pool party, but she lives all the way in Alaminos, Pangasinan, where she teaches in an elementary school, and she only goes to the city during weekends - but I am working. :-(
So we will seize the opportunity to conquer PG, even if it is only for an overnight stay. Will try to maximise our time there. I am just concerned about getting a tan, relaxing by the beach with my trusty iPod, read a good book, sip a spiked fruit shake and get a relaxing massage. The water activies - I will save when its summertime and when its the proper time to do all those things. Right now, I just want to relax and de-stress.
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A colleague of mine from the previous company where I used to work passed awat recently. She was only 27. She lived a full life. We were not extremely close, but close enough for me to know that I will miss her. I will miss seeing her smiling face and her kikay ways. She died from a car accident. She was coming from the Clark site, and in the company shuttle with another trainer. The driver survived with no major cuts, etc. The other trainer was rushed to the ICU, and is currently recovering. Whereas my friend was dead on arrival...
I will miss you, Monette...
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The hardest part is over...now it's easy letting go.
I don't need a baby growing inside me for nine months. For one thing, there's morning sickness. If I'm going to feel nauseous and achy when I wake up, I want to achieve that state the old fashioned way: getting good and drunk the night before. :-)
It has been crazy raining on and off this week. Well, I actually love it. I only hate it when I am on my way home, as the traffic sucks and it is also a tad difficult to get home. I like it though as it has been the perfect bed weather. Hmmm..
Right now, I feel like going back to bed, bury myself under the sheets and just snooze the entire day. I am slowly getting there. I feel my bed beckoning me..
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Astrological Boozing
SCORPIO DRINKING STYLE: Don't ever tell Scorpios they've had enough, for they'll smirk at you and quietly but intentionally keep tippling till they're hog-whimpering drunk, out of 100-proof spite. Scorpios like to drink, and screw you if you have a problem with that. Most of them seethe sauce as something to savor in itself, and not asa personality-altering tool -- though if depressed, self-loathing Scorps seek total obliteration. But generally, they're fascinating drinking pals, brilliant conversationalists and dizzying flirts. They also remember everything -- especially what you did when you were blitzed. Only drink with a Scorpio who likes you.
How true, :) I got this from Nigel's blog in Bebo.
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Tri Nations Update
The second game of the Bledisloe Cup was held in Dunedin. The Springboks won this second match with overtime, NZ 28 - 30 SA. The first game at Auckland though, was won by the All Blacks with a score of NZ 19 - 8 SA. The All Blacks played a good game at Dunedin. but admittedly, the Boks played a better game. I only really follow if the All Blacks are playing. Anyway, the next game is the Wallabies v Springboks in Perth on 19th July.
Then, it's the third game for the All Blacks. We'd be playing Australia in Auckland.
Go lads!! Kick some serious Aussie ass!!! LOL
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Attrition Schmition
We started with six people in the team, we are now down to five. One by one, people at work, who are in the same team as I am are switching jobs, or leaving the company. :-( I might do the same thing too, but there's alot of things holding me back. Maybe I will just stretch it for a year more. We'll see how things goes in the next few months then.
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Unexpected Call
I thought me and my Icelander ex are not talking anymore. Well, I saw him a few times and then we sort of lost touch again with each other. I got a phone call from him the other day. Turned out, he is back in Iceland, have been back for two months actually. It was 5am in Iceland when he called and was 5pm in MNL.
It was nice hearing again from him. I think I saw him last was a few months ago, did not even know he was back in Iceland and already back together with his girlfriend. They're having the same problems, etc. The thing between him and his gf is that, they don't talk much. Well, it could be because they can't think of anything to talk about, or maybe it was her limited knowledge of the English language - I wouldn't know.
Now, the thing between me and him is that, even though we are no longer together, when we see each other, there's still that closeness. We've known each other since mid 2005, and I was one of his first few friends when he first relocated from Europe to Manila. I am also one of the few, if not the only one, who he trusts in Manila. We just have that kind of friendship/relationship. He had alot of firsts with me, :) And I can say the same for him.
I am just glad that we are still in touch. He said he misses me, he misses my company and he misses having a good friend to talk to.
Now if I could only have the only ex that mattered give me a call too..
Tell me why I love to bury my face in your neck and inhale that scent which is yours alone. Tell me why I love the feeling of your fingers through my hair. Tell me why I love the warmth of your hand on my back, caressing me, your leg pressed against mine. Tell me why I love the sensation of your lips on mine.
Tell me why I want to share your air and breathe in your breath. Tell my why your absence causes an emptiness in me. Why your voice can cause my heart to leap.
Must be the big dick. Can't possibly be anything else.
So you are better than me, fine. I never said I could be a better person than you are. Maybe you need to take a long look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself what's wrong. I'm sorry that I'm not your perfect daughter in your perfect fucking little family.
After 44 long years, Spain won a European football championship. Striker and all around heartthrob 24 year old Fernando Torres (only the hottest Liverpool player alive!) scored the only goal in the Euro 2008 finals yesterday, 29 June.
The Spanish national team celebrating in Vienna for winning the Euro 2008
Fernando Torres celebrating with partner striker David Villa
Striker Fernando Torres enjoying the trophy and thanking his Liverpool FC staff, fans and supporters.
I am sure this won't be the last championship goal from Torres. He said that he will play for Liverpool for many, many more years to come. in one interview, he mentioned that he wants to get more trophies for Spain, and Liverpool. Such a winning mentality! He's such a great team player, and he is well-loved by everyone. With incredible football talent and with looks like that, how can anyone not love the boy? :-)
I am not a fan of Air Supply. However, my brother is on a pensive mood right now, so he let me listen to this Air Supply song Here I am and it was the version of Erik Santos, a local Filipino artist. What can I say - spot on.
Here I am Erik Santos (An Air Supply original)
Here I am playing with those memories again And just when I thought time had set me free Those thoughts of you keep taunting me
Holding you, a feeling I never outgrew Though each and every part of me has tried Only you can fill that space inside
So there's no sense pretending My heart it's not mending
Just when I thought I was over you And just when I thought I could stand on my own Oh, baby those memories come crashing through And I just can't go on without you
On my own I've tried to make the best of it alone I've done everything I can to ease the pain But only you can stop the rain
I just can't live without you I miss everything about you
Just when I thought I was over you And just when I thought I could stand on my own Oh baby those memories come crashing through And I just can't go on without Go on without It's just no good without you
Without you, without you, without you Oh baby, those memories come crashing through And I just can't go on without, you
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God bless England
My good American lawyer friend Carl is going to England in the next few weeks. He is bringing me a Fernando Torres Liverpool jersey.
I love.
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The Euro 2008 Finals
It is now down between Germany and Spain to battle for the Euro 2008.
My bet this time round? Spain.
Pase lo que pase, ESPAŅA SIEMPRE! Viva Espaņa!
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Inked!
Oh yea. A red and orange Scorpio symbol and a blue star.
A tattoed football and rugby fan - what more can a man ask for?
Well, not really. Not for me. Okay, well...sometimes. But very rarely. Haha. And it is usually my brother's! Haha. This is actually my favourite song off the musical Avenue Q. I watched the play with Lon (yes, the bestfriend of so many years), his friend Henry, and his other colleagues from IBM. I absolutely adored it.
Fine, I admit, when I first Googled it, I could not, for the life of me, imagine how I would watch such a musical play with puppets in it!!! I was thinking bo-ring. I told myself I will only watch a musical if it's RENT, which, by the way I did not manage to see when they had a Manila run. So boo to me.
However, when I watched Avenue Q, I was very impressed. It was like Sesame Street, but the adult version. I like the content and the script. Haha, and yes, I have to admit, that I love the profanities used. It was all very apt, very tasteful. Very, very funny. Hilarious, even. It was worth watching and there was never a dull moment. I love the songs too. We all became kind of like a groupie afterwards. We sort of just hung out at the lobby auditorium and took photo ops of (almost) each cast. This one is my favourite. (cos the guy placed his arm on me - haha. crushie!)
L-R: Lon, Maan, the character who played Trekkie & Nicky (i forgot his name), some friends of Lon's from work and Henry
I was so hungry after the play as I have not eaten anything since lunch (and it was well after 10pm already by then) so Lon, Henry and I decided to go someplace to eat. Since it was late and the malls are closed already, we decided to go to a chinese place, North Park, the one off at Makati Ave.
Taken at North Park, Makati Ave with Henry and Lon
Oh we had a feast - brocolli beef, yangchow rice, lechon macau over fried rice, fried and steamed shark's fin, nanking beef and watermelon shake. We barely finished our food! Haha. Okay, so now I am doing this entry I am actually craving for chinese food. Again. Like I did not have it two nights ago. LOL. I had so much fun with Lon and Henry watching the play, and then chatting over our late dinner. We should definitely do that again soon.
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Oranje messed up, sadly
I have to admit that I was a bit disappointed with Oranje's game this Saturday night (European local time) After being with Lon and Henry, I trooped over to Murphy's to watch the quarterfinals game against Russia. Ofcourse, I wore an orange shirt. I was in Henry's car and just took my top off and then wore my collared orange shirt. Yes, I changed my top whilst he was driving along Makati Ave as they dropped me off at Murphy's. LOL. They were already sleepy but I was still game to watch.
Well, I had a great time. Less than five minutes inside my favourite Irish Pub, a cute Australian bought me my first Guinness. Ahhh, nice. I later on learned through our animated discussion of football that he is a fellow Liverpool fan (Yes, I am a Liverpool fan. More about this on a later post) and he was there just like me, to watch the quarterfinals. His name is Darryl, 34yo, and tall. He was tall, had no hair (Think of my bestfriend Lon. LOL) wore glasses (Very cute on the Nicky scale) and has a very sexy sounding Australian-London accent. Haha. I got there earlier than I thought I would The game did not start til 2.45am and I was already at Murphy's a little past 2am. So chatted with Darryl for a bit. Unfortunately, he was already feeling quite tired and still had to do some work, so he left me just before the game started.
Which was cool, as I later on went to the smoking room and were with the other Holland fans. Oh, trust me, we were all wearing orange shirts. Most were guys, understandably and very few women came to watch the game. It was really a good game. Nobody scored till after the half time. Holland scored well after 85minutes of playing and Russia scored before then. Game went on overtime until the elcectrivity went off in the entire city. By the time the electricity was back on, it was after 5am already, and I was just shocked to discover that my beloved Oranje lost, 1-3 to Russia. This is the very first time in Dutch football history that Oranje lost on a 21st June game. I still cannot believe it.
No worries. I know my boys in the Oranje team did their best. Till the next playoffs, lads.
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The snobbish Dutch who later turned to be American
Whislt watching the games, I notised this guy with this loud group of Dutch guys. He was wearing glasses (Very cute, again) tall and well, wearing an orange shirt, like most people in the smoking area at Murphy's. He looked extremely nice but I notised he was a bit boring. He was drinking a glass of beer (Draft, I think) and was also drinking a bottle of bottled water. I was trying to smile at him whenever he look my way but he never smiled back.
Then whent he electricity went off just when the games went into overtime, I suddenly found him standing next to me. I was lucky to be seated by the open window (There were no windows, but I don't know how else to explain it) and was saying, "This sucks!" That eventually led to us conversing. Till the morning. :-) Haha.
I discovered that his name is Jordan, also 24, and he is an American from Washington. I figured him for a Dutch since everyone he was with is Dutch. He is in Manila for a lifestyle change. Man, I wish I can do that too! He is super cool, and easy to talk to. We exchanged numbers and I thought that'd be the last time I'd see him again. I was actually waiting for a cab already by then. By this time, we managed to talk for about two hours already. He was waiting for his friends to be done drinking (Yes, his friends were still drinking and it was well after the game and well after 6am on a Sunday stormy morning!)
I actually ended up knowing everyone, all 10 of his friends who came with him to watch the game. One of his friends actually ofered to drive us both home since he happens to be one of those expats who doesn't drive here but always has a driver in tow. I thought that was extremely nice of his friend. (The friend is Dutch! I know, I know. I am fixating.) Fast forward to the next few hours. I spent getting to know him more. We had snacks together and well, the rest is history. I am sure I will see him again since he mentioned that he'd love to get together again sometime and I just absolutely have to meet his other friend who will be visiting him soon. As earlier on, we had an animated discussion about one of the best French rugby players, Sebastien Chabel.
Hmm.. who would have thought that Nicky and sports will get along so well together? LOL
I am not sure if it was the gloomy weather the past few days, or if it's me. I should be feeling alright. I have a supportive family, a great set of friends, fabulous colleagues, wonderful opportunities at work.. but something is missing. I am feeling quite pensive as of late. I am hoping that getting together with my bestfriend Marlon and his friend this Saturday night would cheer me up.
Maybe it's the stupid girl in me, but who would have thought that I actually archived this SMS conversation I had with my only ex that mattered. Yes, the Dutch one. The one I could never seem to get over with. Maybe it's because we still talk. But hell, for someone who's more than 10,000 miles away from me - he still has an effect on me. I should be well over him by now already. Damn it.
This was the beginning of the end --
Nicky: If you meet someone you wish I'm like and she is willing to do everything your way, only probably look better..what will you do? Dutchie: That depends on how long we are together, and what I still feel or you. If I still have feelings for you, nothing will happen. I will stick to you. Why you ask? Found someone? Nicky: Yes, I did. Online though. But I still have feelings for you. It's just tough meeting someone like that when all I really want is you. Dutchie: It may sound strange but you already have. (found someone) Maybe you want something different and maybe he is willing to sacrifice more than me. Nicky: I don't wnat anything different. I just wish you can still wait for me. You know what I want for myself. It's tough to do it there. I need to do it here. Dutchie: Go for it then. I can't go there. And you can't go here. Nicky: Why are you letting me go? Are you giving up already on us? I know it's difficult to be with me. But I can't be with anyone else when all I can think about is you.*
Seriously. After we broke up, I have dated a few guys. I should be getting over him already, and should have gotten over him already by now. I even entertained a relationship a few months after we broke up, although it was painfully short-lived. I guess I should just not think about it right now. Oh I hate it when it rains and all I can think about is you. Bed weather, but it's still you on my mind.
From my favourite sitcom, Sex and the City, the character Charlotte at one episode mentioned - that the time to get over someone is directly proportional to the amount of time you have been together. Okay, with Rooie, where do I even start? We were together for almost two years. have known each other for almost three. We both round it off to three years. Right. So, if I round it off to two years, it has already been almost a year. I should be over him by this time. But I am not. Okay, let's give it time, and say three years. That means I still have six months before I am supposedly over the guy. Hot damn. SIX MORE MONTHS.
Well, six more months starting 8th August. That was the dreaded date.. I still have a month and about a week until then. Will I meet a someone and will he sweep me off my feet? Time will tell, I guess.
