tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76512046419460847262012-02-16T19:45:21.674-08:00pearlz potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494257123863494539noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651204641946084726.post-54442813134402050622009-08-03T16:25:00.001-07:002009-08-03T16:29:32.982-07:00I thought we're not gonna be friends. He's too sure of himself and i'm too stubborn to give way...<br /><br /> The first game of their team arrived and I was reluctant to watch but my cousin's cousin, who happened to be the captain's bestfriend and my friend too, invited me. I can't say no so we went to the gym to watch. I was quiet the whole time, I wasn't excited or anything. But when i saw him dribble the ball and shoot some hoops, I was immediately hooked. The game ended with them losing, the whole team hit one of the sari-sari stores and celebrated. I was with my cousin and her cousin, JL. One of the players said, their captain got demoralized because I was watching. I took that negatively and left the place without a single word. The night came, me and my cousin went outside to buy some softdrinks, but when I saw the 'captain' I was hesitant to go, but i told myself he doesn't own the place. (BTW, the captain's name is Abrel, he was born on april) There's only 2 of them there, JL and him. JL smiled at me so i smiled back. We decided to stay. We were talking as if he's not there. JL asked me about my friends in Manila. I told him I have lots of friends but I only have 1 bestfriend and his name is Jason. I think this part sparked the interest of Abrel coz he joined the talking. He asked me why i have a guy for a bestfriend, i told him 'why do you care?' and he just said it's unusual. So i told them that we grew up together and got stucked with each other. No one knows me better than him. Maybe Abrel felt that there's tension between us, so he said 'i guess we started on the wrong foot, let's start all over again, i'm Abrel and I know your name already, because everyone's talking about you. I'm sorry for what happened earlier. Please, let start on a clean slate.' Who am i to stay stubborn, when he extended his hand i shook it. We talked for what seems to be hours, so we decided to go home. Before we leave he asked me to watch them again, so i said yes.<br /><br />to be continued...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7651204641946084726-5444281313440205062?l=theroyalbiatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pearlz potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494257123863494539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651204641946084726.post-10740409487122800792009-08-02T23:01:00.001-07:002009-08-02T23:01:47.779-07:00Who can ever forget about their 1st love?! I wanna share my story...<br /><br />It was the summer vacation of 2000 and i was 14 years old. We were in our ancestral's house in the province. Everyone in our family was there. After our week long reunion, my aunt asked me to go with them in the city. I saw the friend of my cousin's cousin (did you get that?) who was the captain of their basketball team. Being young, he's my dream guy. Fair skinned, tall and really good in playing basketball. Our 1st meeting was eventful. He said he doesn't like girls from manila, because they're high maintenance. I answered back that the feeling was mutual, girls from manila don't like guys from the province because they're geeky.<br /><br />To be continued...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7651204641946084726-1074040948712280079?l=theroyalbiatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pearlz potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494257123863494539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651204641946084726.post-89774333237734473312009-08-02T19:07:00.001-07:002009-08-02T19:09:16.103-07:00I always knew that I can be an effing biatch! I tried to change, but sometimes people pushes you to your limit and makes you do things that you don't wanna do...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7651204641946084726-8977433323773447331?l=theroyalbiatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pearlz potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494257123863494539noreply@blogger.com0