I’m really not sure what compelled me to walk up to my ex when I spotted him at the area where I usually wait for my next class. Maybe it’s because I knew that a confrontation was inevitable (we go to the same school). Maybe it’s because my ex angst is getting old and I’m
I’m no stranger to strange coincidences but I got curveballed by one of the strangest coincidences early this week. While I was on my way out the office for a cigarette break Monday morning, Kristel ran into me with arms wide flailing. “Lauren! Your Asshole Ex’s current girlfriend is right outside the office!” I was
I have this semi-bad habit of saying yes to every social invitation thrown my way. How’d you like to host an inuman this Friday for people you haven’t seen nor spoken to in five years, some of which made fun of the way you spoke to them in English? Sure! A weekend in Baguio with
Apparently, PMS also makes me a social retard. I experienced a brief flash of social claustrophobia not unlike the one I felt during the Blog Parteeh early this year. The first Taste Asia gathering was small, intimate, and had a chocolate fountain, so I expected this one to turn out the same. But nooo. There
Sociologist Erving Goffman says that social interaction is a performance, the objective of which is to give audience an impression consistent with the desired goals of the actor. Needless to say, my performance at the Blog Parteeh ([tag]blogparteeh07[/tag]) was the most exhausting one I’ve done in a while. I’m not a social being at all.
My name is Lauren Dado and this is my personal blog. I like nerdy things, scary things, and travel things. I'm not really always right. (
