The Vinny Virus

A few weeks ago, my dashboard was flooded with tons of posts of Vinny Castronovo.



I was like, "Who the eff is this kid whose pics are flooding my dashboard?!?! I demand to know!!!"

Okay fine. I was also like, "What a handsome kid." Hahaha :''>

I never really bothered to search on the net who he really was because one: I was distracted with Tumblr and two: Tumblr is distracting me. Maybe I did plan to, but I forgot. I dunno. I got distracted. :P

Then that faithful(chos. FAITHFUL PA! XD)day came when my friend asked me if I knew ABDC:

Me: "Uhm.... I don't know what you're referring too but I do know my alphabets :)"

Friend: "Hahaha. I mean America's Best Dance Crew".

Me: "Ahhh Yan ba?" (Haay naku. I should've known naman that she didn't mean ABCD as in the alphabets but ABDC as in America's Best Dance Crew. LOL)

Around that time, she and my other friend told me to like this fan page and I realized why they were so into ABDC; VINNY CASTRONOVO! HA! I realized after liking the page who he really was: He's a dancer and he and his crew are competing in ABDC. From what I know, his crew, ICONic Boyz, are part of the top 3 right now. It helps that he's kinda cute(just because I had a history on liking a younger guy doesn't mean I like him okay. hehe)

So I was impressed with this kid. Big deal................till I watched this vid on Youchoob. Let's just say I am officially diagnosed with the ICONic Fever AND also had gotten the Vinny Virus. Okay, so I found his crew's dancing a bit sloppy but no doubt they dance great enough for me to be amazed.

I always found him kinda good looking but now I actually think he's really cute(as in shit-ang-gwapo-mo-crush-kita kind of cute). :P :P :P I thought it was weird that I am liking this 14 year old guy but then there are girls my age who too caught the Vinny virus. I can't stress it enough; he's just cute, okay and I can't help but gush about it. (Much to my bff's dismay. hahaha)



What I hate though is that most of the time the ICONic Boyz are being interviewed, he's always standing in the back not saying a thing! Daig pa sya sa pader! Kainis! But when he DOES get to talk, I get kinda kilig and stuff. :P :P :P (Mind you, I feel awkward talking about these kinds of stuff ahahaha).

I find this kid pretty dreamy, too. :'''>



I don't know why, but I always hear the goddamn Going Bulilit theme on my head whenever I see him. But when he talks, he's like the frickin Godfather(super baba the voice may matching accent pa). Seriously, he's so chubby and cute. It's like he ate a plateful of Cannoli. :)

Regardless of what I just shared in this entry about me having a new guy obsession on Vinny, I still heart this gay...I mean guy. :D (sowee)



And this guy



Oooh. And this guy.



SIGE NA. LAHAT NA, GILLIAN. IKAW NA. IKAW NA MAY MARAMING GUSTO

A Matter of Age

I was having a chat on the phone with my best friend Bea a while back and I remember she mentioned something about how I take a person's age seriously.

"You are the only person I ever met who is so into age," she said.

I laughed but it is true. Not long ago, this guy popped up in my life but I always had a problem with his age--or more specifically, the amount of time he was born after me. I've always liked guys who were at least a year older than me and more often than not a few years more than that but my friend pointed out that I had a problem with this certain guy just because he was born two days after my birthday. XDD

I remember how she told me that though. "You would like guys two-three years your senior but you won't like this guy just because he's two days younger than you" XDDD. God. I did see the sillyness of that but that's just me, okay?

So why is age a factor to me? Simple: I dunno. XDD. Maybe because we all grew up thinking that with age comes maturity which is true, BTW. The more years you have in your age, the more maturity you have except we all know that law doesn't really apply to boys since they take longer to mature(I clearly typed BOYS and not men okay).

It seemed a bit weird in a way sometimes when you like someone who's a year younger than you but actually isn't. I think of it this way sometimes; I'm born in the year 1994 and the guy was born in 1995 when actually that guy was born a few months after I first entered this world(Take note I am using my old crush as an example. HA!). It's one thing if the guy was born in 1995 and his birth date is waaaay beyond mine(like anything after October 15, if you ask me); that's already a year young. Even if the guy is just a few months younger than me, some people I know will still find it a bit scandalous when I tell them the dude was born in 1995 while I was born in 1994.

In this teenage society I have to live in, being younger than the guy you like is kinda taboo. A lot of people are open minded about semi-cougar love these days though I still remember the shock my friends had when I told them I liked this guy who was around my sister's age(mga two years my junior). When you think about it then, I was 14 who's clearly crushing on a 12 year old. If they just knew he wasn't some short, scrawny totoy type. He's actually the opposite of that. Haaaay. XDD

In the end, age will always matter to me(halata naman di ako papatol sa 75 year old o sa 6 years old) but personality will always count, too.What's the point if I like someone who's older than me but his attitude is just blah and awful? It doesn't always equally mean the younger guys will be better than the older men after I say that, though. It's just every guy is different just as we girls are, too. I care about age, yes, but I am not blinded by it so much that I don't notice his character and attitude. Somehow, personality will always be more important regardless of the year the dude was born in. :)

WHY DID I LIKE A YOUNGER GUY?! Part 2

CONTINUED FROM 'WHY DID I LIKE THE YOUNGER GUY?'

He was clad in a black tee and jeans and was with an old lady(who I'm not sure was his lola or his yaya).I stared at the wrong guy all along(the one I mentioned who wore aqua and was seated toward the right side of the room)!He was also looking back and I'm sure he was looking at the noisy PSP boys.Though I thought he looked like he was looking at me since those noisy grade six boys were right at the back of me.

OMG...what if by any chance, he caught me looking at the boy who I thought was Eugene Herrera(who I later realized he wasn't Eugene Herrera)?I'd look stupid, since I probably had a funny expression on my face.I knew deep inside I couldn't do anything about it because I wasn't sure if he even noticed me.

I remember how my mom found it too noisy in our places that we moved to the front.We did moved there, where, the Boy was right in front of us(though there was a bit of space between us).When we sat down already, I brought out my book and just pretended to answer it(it was a vocabulary enrichment book).There was just no way I want him to catch me staring at him.Though the event ended right after moving near him, I was still able to see him afterwards leaving the school.I remember going inside the school to go to my mom and he got out at the same gate I entered.I caught him looking at me but I never felt that it was significant since it wasn't like a glance or anything.

Even with this, I was still a bit in denial with having a crush on him.He was probably twelve for crying out loud!while I was about to turn fourteen then.I only realized that I really had a crush on him was the next time I saw him.

It was a Friday then and I was in my bro's school.I decided to let my hair down so if ever there was a chance he notices me,it won't be me in my signature ponytail.True enough, I saw him.He was using the same black shirt he wore the last encounter I had with him.The thing is, rather than looking bored, he was SMILING.

I've never seen this Boy smile.And he was cute, as if he was never even cuter.I was captured because not only did he seem happy, he had something in his eyes.I sound really cheesy now, but it's true.His friend was doing(at times, unsuccessfully) head kicks with a soccer ball when I saw him LAUGH along with a few of his friends.

It was also there I saw a GIRL laughing with him.She was young and petite and had hideous looking hair(probably she used those cheap hair dyes from China and burned her short hair in the straightening iron) thrown in a high pony.She was two feet beside the Boy, her whole body facing him(which,according to a body language expert means she must be into him) whilst looking at his Mr.David Beckham friend.

She probably could be a yaya...but the way she carried herself didn't say so, I think.She had on a gray marl jersey-like hoodie, keeping both of her hands in the kangaroo pocket.I know it seems nothing that a girl was beside him(he looked like he didn't know she was beside her) but I was jealous.And I'm not a selosa type.

I was jealous because I wanted to be in her place then, acting comfy around really rowdy grade six boys and especially being beside HIM.

That was probably the last time I saw him.

Months after that, I read one of my brother's K-Zone magazines. I noticed in the fan art section, that the boy's older brother(who I know his name) had a drawing featured. What surprised me even more was in that same section, a boy who had the same last name as the older brother had a drawing featured, too. I knew there was a ray of light somewhere since I know for sure that this is the name of the boy(he and his brother have a very unusual last name AND I notice that he and his brother's first and middle name are named after American presidents. Am I not clever to decipher that?). But even if his name was already given to me by fate, I know it would be very uncertain to see him again.

From the first time I saw him as a tall grade five kid who (according to my parents) plays volleyball to an even taller grade six boy who totes a bulky guitar bag(containing no other than a guitar) and hangs out with my bro.I no longer have a super crush on him because I haven't seen him for a long time. He still holds a place in my heart since he's the first crush I ever had that didn't end in heartbreak. And I know he's now a high school kid.

WHY DID I LIKE A YOUNGER GUY?!

I deemed myself as a kitten and get grossed out if I imagine myself in Demi Moore's cougar shoes.But I didn't expect to have liked a younger guy who was (not really) way younger than me.Two years to be exact.

I first saw this guy in 2007.I was in my brother's school and was with my parents and sis to pick him up.I was wearing a uniform(from my old school, SSC) when I saw him.He was in Grade five, the same grade as my bro then.If I could remember clearly, his hair reminded me of a three year old boy(his hair was pretty spiky even if it was pretty obvious he had NO gel on).He was with his older bro, who I discovered was also younger than me.The first thing I felt seeing this guy was nothing;I was totally uninterested.His kind of tisoy wasn't my type.

One of my parents asked my bro if he was his classmate and commented how good-looking the boy was(and his brother).All my bro said was,"You don't know how he really is in the classroom."That's short for "He's noisy and yeah, I'm his classmate", I think.

Probably my interest in that Boy was growing somehow even if a majority of me felt nothing.When my parents asked him those questions to my bro, I secretly wanted to know the answer from my bro.Lucky if he mentions his name, which he never did up to this day.And I forgot about that boy, too since I had a crush on someone else at the time.

A few days(probably one or two or three, I forgot) after my bro's first day of school last year, I went with my mom to pick him up from school.And there my bro was...with THE BOY.I didn't realize he got taller. He was already the same height as my brother then(who was 5'6 at the time. Pretty tall for a 6th grader in Don Bosco).He and bro were going to the little sari-sari store outside their school and I heard him calling out to my bro,"Uuwi ka ba?"His voice sounded really binata, unlike most of my bro's friends who still had little boy voices.OMG talaga!

I thought the way he wore his backpack was cute and holding that white plastic bag--whatever it is inside--was cute.I didn't get it; I found myself thinking of a guy who was two years my junior.I know I must not be crushing on him.

A few weeks after that encounter, I attended this seminar where only the grade 6 students and their parents are invited(siblings and yayas optional.)I had an argument with my sis the day before because she didn't agree with me going to bro's school and accused me of being "super boy crazy".I was pretty confused, too;Was I going because I want to see guys to feed my boy craziness?Or was I crazy for a boy that I wasn't sure I liked?

When we arrived in the auditorium of the school, all I did was look for him LIKE CRAZY.

Ano ba ang iniisip mo, Gill?My mind said.I remember my mom and I were seated in the very left corner.It was so mainggay since it was more of a hangout of those grade 6 boys who had PSP's and one of their noisy cries contained 'Naruto!' and more.I remember looking for the Boy and actually thought that I found him.He was seated almost to the right corner of the room (though not the very corner) and was wearing an aqua(or cerulean,I think)colored shirt.I didn't exactly looked at the boy's face but he had the same back profile as the Boy.So, I took turns looking at him and a boy in front of me who I thought was Eugene Herrera(who was one of my fave Q reporters along with food taster Renford...not that I watch Kids on Q.:P)

Suddenly, those stupid,PSP playing grade 6 boys made their voices even louder that every member of the audience looked back.Even the speaker stopped with his boring talk.Of course, I looked back because it was MUCH louder in my place(where the guys where right at the back of me).

It was when I turned my head back to the front that I realize that the Boy was actually in the same row as me(Though he was in the very front).I looked at the wrong guy all along! omgee talaga!

to be continued...