Last night I tried to make a website for my resume, portfolio and other stuff. Like a one-stop, sorta kit for job-hunting, a site where employers/companies can go check my resume. But that will have to be put on hold. I finished the resume part but I was having a hard time deciding what to put on the portfolio part. It may take some time.
Later, after this post, I will be making an application letter to F of Studio 23. I am planning to apply as a writer/researcher there. Imagine a life of glamour and spotlight. Of course I’m gonna be staying behind the camera but hey, it’s always good to rub elbows with the rich and famous. Or maybe just the famous. Hahaha…
I am also planning to check out MYX and other programs of Studio 23 like Breakfast, etc. I am gonna email them my resume, sample of my works and the URL of my website. That would be one great publicity for my website, wouldn’t it? Ahehe…
Maybe I will also try other TV Stations like GMA, RPN 9 and ABC 5. I have seen some good programs from the latter two stations.
I just hope my cousin go home to Pangasinan this week so companies can call me through the landline. The phone here stopped ringing ever since Ragnarok became popular. And the five-hour maintenance of the game every Wednesday ain’t sufficient for me. Argh! Fuck that game! Even my brothers are so addicted to it.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Saturday, October 09, 2004
OKTOBERFEST NA!
San Miguel Oktoberfests are being held everywhere lately. Just last night there was one at SM North Edsa parking lot, which is just like 10 minutes away from here. I could have easily hailed a bus and walahhh! I would have been celebrating with a lot of drunkards and basag-ulo’s last night.
I remember the first and only time I went in one of those Oktoberfests. That was just last year when it was celebrated at SM Megamall (rumor has it that this mall is the third largest in Asia). I was with Ibs and his orgmates (organization mates). The organization had a booth set-up, which sold beer and foods, etc. The first few hours were okay. I was actually having fun just watching the people drinking beer after beer, looking for gorgeous guys and selling the items that we had. And since we were so far away from the stage where live bands were playing rock music and stuff, we didn’t see a thing.
Then the night went deeper and the crowd was becoming bigger. Bigger that it was hard to move around especially when you are going to the portable comfort rooms. We had to endure a lot of bad-smelling, sweaty, noisy, drunk people on our way out the place just to relieve ourselves at Seattle’s Best.
We had this girl who would I say pretty. She had this pretty small dress on with her boobs almost peeping out and greeting every costumer we had. And I think she liked the attention so we just let her do her stuff. Good enough, we sold so many beers because of her. But the downside was, there were so many guys, old and young, ugly and gorgeous, out side our booth asking for her name, number and other demographics. Haha… this made the other members agitated because they, including me, thought these drunkards were harassing her. But she was so fine with it (the harassment) that we eventually gave in.
The people inside the booth became more agitated as the night grew deeper. The supposedly happy festivity was slowly becoming a disaster for all of us. And Ibs was growing so disconcerted. So the group decided to pack up and go home. Since we borrowed some ice buckets from the management (who was so lame at managing the crowd), Ibs and I went to the side of the stage to return it and get my ID, which we left lieu in of the ice buckets. But these big, muscled, sorta-bouncer guys wouldn’t let us near the stage. We tried to enter the barricade they have made around the stage but we couldn’t get it. We tried to ask for someone who we could talk to but these bouncers didn’t know anything. It was like they were all muscles and no brain. Not even a little. I was keeping my cool coz Ibs was nearing explosion. And you would not want to see Ibs explode. God, she can be so scary. Though deep inside I was really worried because if I couldn’t claim my school ID, I couldn’t enter libraries, and might not even take the finals, which were in the same month. And Ibs knew that.
After several attempts looking for someone who actually knew stuff, I told Ibs to just bring home the buckets and claim my ID the following day. He wasn’t as keen to the idea as I am but hey, we didn’t have any choice that moment.
We were about to leave the place when out of nowhere, somebody called my name. Haha! Am I lucky or what! It was Michelle, a classmate I had in PE (Philippine Games). And she was inside the barricade. I asked her what she was doing there and it turned out her boyfriend is the lead vocal of the band playing. So a big smile came upon my face and I told her about our dilemma. She hurriedly looked fro someone (management) and poof! She got my ID back and they got their ice buckets.
After that I was hoping Ibs would be lifted from his maelstrom of agitation and anxiety. But he wasn’t. Then the first cab driver asked for an additional fee because, according to him, our destination was so far, which made Ibs even more frantic. We got out of the cab and looked for another one. Fortunately we found one immediately.
As we were riding the cab I tried to make Ibs smile, you know, just to relieve the tension that was building up, you could cut even pinch it.
Okay lang yun. Tawa naman dyan. (It is okay. Just smile for me, would you?)
Please stop! Please, it’s not you. It’s me okay!
And I was thrown aback. The rest of the ride home was silent and the tension was blowing up faster than the cab itself.
When we got home Ibs said sorry. And I took it. I shouldn’t blame him really. The circumstances called for him to act like that. I understand him. Though I so wanted to scream and act the way he did when we were behind the stage, I kept my cool and acted like it was okay. It wasn’t really okay. I never lost a school ID before coz I know it would take months to process and get another one. And the finals were coming and teachers usually asked examiners for IDs.
You see, the things I went through because of that Oktoberfest (OctoberPEST I should say). So last night wasn’t really a why-did-I-miss-it thing. I had more fun doing my laundry, watching TV and listening to FM.
I remember the first and only time I went in one of those Oktoberfests. That was just last year when it was celebrated at SM Megamall (rumor has it that this mall is the third largest in Asia). I was with Ibs and his orgmates (organization mates). The organization had a booth set-up, which sold beer and foods, etc. The first few hours were okay. I was actually having fun just watching the people drinking beer after beer, looking for gorgeous guys and selling the items that we had. And since we were so far away from the stage where live bands were playing rock music and stuff, we didn’t see a thing.
Then the night went deeper and the crowd was becoming bigger. Bigger that it was hard to move around especially when you are going to the portable comfort rooms. We had to endure a lot of bad-smelling, sweaty, noisy, drunk people on our way out the place just to relieve ourselves at Seattle’s Best.
We had this girl who would I say pretty. She had this pretty small dress on with her boobs almost peeping out and greeting every costumer we had. And I think she liked the attention so we just let her do her stuff. Good enough, we sold so many beers because of her. But the downside was, there were so many guys, old and young, ugly and gorgeous, out side our booth asking for her name, number and other demographics. Haha… this made the other members agitated because they, including me, thought these drunkards were harassing her. But she was so fine with it (the harassment) that we eventually gave in.
The people inside the booth became more agitated as the night grew deeper. The supposedly happy festivity was slowly becoming a disaster for all of us. And Ibs was growing so disconcerted. So the group decided to pack up and go home. Since we borrowed some ice buckets from the management (who was so lame at managing the crowd), Ibs and I went to the side of the stage to return it and get my ID, which we left lieu in of the ice buckets. But these big, muscled, sorta-bouncer guys wouldn’t let us near the stage. We tried to enter the barricade they have made around the stage but we couldn’t get it. We tried to ask for someone who we could talk to but these bouncers didn’t know anything. It was like they were all muscles and no brain. Not even a little. I was keeping my cool coz Ibs was nearing explosion. And you would not want to see Ibs explode. God, she can be so scary. Though deep inside I was really worried because if I couldn’t claim my school ID, I couldn’t enter libraries, and might not even take the finals, which were in the same month. And Ibs knew that.
After several attempts looking for someone who actually knew stuff, I told Ibs to just bring home the buckets and claim my ID the following day. He wasn’t as keen to the idea as I am but hey, we didn’t have any choice that moment.
We were about to leave the place when out of nowhere, somebody called my name. Haha! Am I lucky or what! It was Michelle, a classmate I had in PE (Philippine Games). And she was inside the barricade. I asked her what she was doing there and it turned out her boyfriend is the lead vocal of the band playing. So a big smile came upon my face and I told her about our dilemma. She hurriedly looked fro someone (management) and poof! She got my ID back and they got their ice buckets.
After that I was hoping Ibs would be lifted from his maelstrom of agitation and anxiety. But he wasn’t. Then the first cab driver asked for an additional fee because, according to him, our destination was so far, which made Ibs even more frantic. We got out of the cab and looked for another one. Fortunately we found one immediately.
As we were riding the cab I tried to make Ibs smile, you know, just to relieve the tension that was building up, you could cut even pinch it.
Okay lang yun. Tawa naman dyan. (It is okay. Just smile for me, would you?)
Please stop! Please, it’s not you. It’s me okay!
And I was thrown aback. The rest of the ride home was silent and the tension was blowing up faster than the cab itself.
When we got home Ibs said sorry. And I took it. I shouldn’t blame him really. The circumstances called for him to act like that. I understand him. Though I so wanted to scream and act the way he did when we were behind the stage, I kept my cool and acted like it was okay. It wasn’t really okay. I never lost a school ID before coz I know it would take months to process and get another one. And the finals were coming and teachers usually asked examiners for IDs.
You see, the things I went through because of that Oktoberfest (OctoberPEST I should say). So last night wasn’t really a why-did-I-miss-it thing. I had more fun doing my laundry, watching TV and listening to FM.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
CAB DRIVERS' BULLSHIT!
CLEVER CAB DRIVERS
1:21AM
07 OCTOBER 2004
Talk about clever cab drivers. Just last Wednesday, after having coffee and watching A Sharks’s Tale (which was really really funny and Christina Aguilera was there) we decided to go to his place so I can rest and he could start with his assignments. You see, the night before, I didn’t have enough sleep. And we met at around 10:30AM, minutes after the mall opened.
So we hailed the first cab. When H&K told him the address we were heading to, the driver declined. Said there was a heavy traffic in that area. Which was like a big crap. That’s why we were taking a cab rather than a jeepney because cabs can roam every street to avoid traffic. I bet the real reason he declined was because of the address. San Juan, Tondo, Manila. Tondo is known for criminals and such. Well, a lot of Filipino movies featured the place as that. I would say even I would be afraid to go to that place. Just hearing its name brings up bad thoughts.
And then we hailed the second one. Same excuse.
Then the third one. Fortunately (rather unfortunately as you would see later on) he agreed to take us to the address. We were relieved and happy. Finally we could just sit back and go home with ease and comfort. I had a small talk with the driver as I usually do, especially when I ride alone, so I would feel comfortable. Then after a few minutes, the driver said something in a low voice. We asked what it was and he repeated it in the same manner. We still didn’t get it so we asked again.
250 na ha! Traffic kasi eh. (Pay me 250 bucks coz there’s a heavy traffic in that area)
What!? Manong naman. Wala po kaming perang ganun kalaki. (We don’t have enough money.)
Kanina ko pa sinasabi, kala ko narinig nyo na ako. (I have been telling you early on about this.)
Di naming narinig. Baba na lang po kami sa tabi. (We didn’t hear anything. We’ll just get off here.)
But unfortunately we were already in a flyover and the traffic was pretty bad. Then we looked at the taxi-meter and it wasn’t running.
Baba nyo na lang kami manong pagbaba ng tulay. Wala pala kayong metro. (Just drop us off after this flyover. You ain’t have a meter running.)
Napasubo na tayo sa traffic eh. Cge kahit dalawang daan na lang. (We are already in a heavy traffic. Okay, I’ll settle for 200 bucks.)
Nyeh! Wala pa nga pong isangdaan ang binabayad naming pag umuuwi kami eh. Baba nyo na lang kami manong paglampas nitong tulay. (Huh!? We usually pay less than a hundred when we take a cab going home. Just drop us off after the flyover, okay.)
After the flyover he stopped the vehicle in one corner. H&K was so irritated that he got off the cab as soon as it stopped. The driver asked for the flag-down rate of 25 bucks as a fee, for the trouble. I asked H&K for 25 bucks but he only left me 20 bucks. My money was all bills and in hundreds so I just gave the driver the 20 bucks.
Kulang ito. (This is not enough.)
Aba manong, buti
nga binayaran
pa naming kayo. Pwede naming kayong ireklamo kasi di kayo
nagmemetro. (You
should be happy we even paid you something. We could
notify the authorities
about you not using the taxi-meter.)
And I slapped the door as hard as I could. It was already raining when we got out of the cab. We stayed for a while at a waiting shed and after smoking a stick, I told him we should move on. The rain hasn’t stopped a bit but I insisted and then we ran to the nearest covered area, walked, went down an underpass then hailed a jeepney. Then we finally got home and H&K was still irritated when he remembers that taxi driver. I also got his plate number. Stored it in my phone so if ever something happened to us, heavens forbid, I have the number of the cab.
1:21AM
07 OCTOBER 2004
Talk about clever cab drivers. Just last Wednesday, after having coffee and watching A Sharks’s Tale (which was really really funny and Christina Aguilera was there) we decided to go to his place so I can rest and he could start with his assignments. You see, the night before, I didn’t have enough sleep. And we met at around 10:30AM, minutes after the mall opened.
So we hailed the first cab. When H&K told him the address we were heading to, the driver declined. Said there was a heavy traffic in that area. Which was like a big crap. That’s why we were taking a cab rather than a jeepney because cabs can roam every street to avoid traffic. I bet the real reason he declined was because of the address. San Juan, Tondo, Manila. Tondo is known for criminals and such. Well, a lot of Filipino movies featured the place as that. I would say even I would be afraid to go to that place. Just hearing its name brings up bad thoughts.
And then we hailed the second one. Same excuse.
Then the third one. Fortunately (rather unfortunately as you would see later on) he agreed to take us to the address. We were relieved and happy. Finally we could just sit back and go home with ease and comfort. I had a small talk with the driver as I usually do, especially when I ride alone, so I would feel comfortable. Then after a few minutes, the driver said something in a low voice. We asked what it was and he repeated it in the same manner. We still didn’t get it so we asked again.
250 na ha! Traffic kasi eh. (Pay me 250 bucks coz there’s a heavy traffic in that area)
What!? Manong naman. Wala po kaming perang ganun kalaki. (We don’t have enough money.)
Kanina ko pa sinasabi, kala ko narinig nyo na ako. (I have been telling you early on about this.)
Di naming narinig. Baba na lang po kami sa tabi. (We didn’t hear anything. We’ll just get off here.)
But unfortunately we were already in a flyover and the traffic was pretty bad. Then we looked at the taxi-meter and it wasn’t running.
Baba nyo na lang kami manong pagbaba ng tulay. Wala pala kayong metro. (Just drop us off after this flyover. You ain’t have a meter running.)
Napasubo na tayo sa traffic eh. Cge kahit dalawang daan na lang. (We are already in a heavy traffic. Okay, I’ll settle for 200 bucks.)
Nyeh! Wala pa nga pong isangdaan ang binabayad naming pag umuuwi kami eh. Baba nyo na lang kami manong paglampas nitong tulay. (Huh!? We usually pay less than a hundred when we take a cab going home. Just drop us off after the flyover, okay.)
After the flyover he stopped the vehicle in one corner. H&K was so irritated that he got off the cab as soon as it stopped. The driver asked for the flag-down rate of 25 bucks as a fee, for the trouble. I asked H&K for 25 bucks but he only left me 20 bucks. My money was all bills and in hundreds so I just gave the driver the 20 bucks.
Kulang ito. (This is not enough.)
Aba manong, buti
nga binayaran
pa naming kayo. Pwede naming kayong ireklamo kasi di kayo
nagmemetro. (You
should be happy we even paid you something. We could
notify the authorities
about you not using the taxi-meter.)
And I slapped the door as hard as I could. It was already raining when we got out of the cab. We stayed for a while at a waiting shed and after smoking a stick, I told him we should move on. The rain hasn’t stopped a bit but I insisted and then we ran to the nearest covered area, walked, went down an underpass then hailed a jeepney. Then we finally got home and H&K was still irritated when he remembers that taxi driver. I also got his plate number. Stored it in my phone so if ever something happened to us, heavens forbid, I have the number of the cab.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
79 DAYS TO GO
I have been so busy doing my website for the past week. I have decided to include a link to my work section wherein you will find poems, stories, etc I did. Most are unedited though. That, I have got no time for. Hahaha...
So I am more or less satisfied with how my website looks. So it may take a while when something new will appear again. Of course, my blog will always be updated, so keep coming back aight!
Hmmm... 79 days to go before I turn 22. I am planning to spend it here in Manila rather than going home in the province. So that also means that I am gonna spend Christmas here, alone, like what i do for the past two years. I ain't really up for meeting old acquaintances from high school. Not just yet. Manila is where my heart is. Haha... What a passe!
And yes, I am really excited about your comments violent reactions suggestions etc. about the new version of this website. Keep those coming aight!
I love you all. Mwah! Hi, H&K. I love you so much!
So I am more or less satisfied with how my website looks. So it may take a while when something new will appear again. Of course, my blog will always be updated, so keep coming back aight!
Hmmm... 79 days to go before I turn 22. I am planning to spend it here in Manila rather than going home in the province. So that also means that I am gonna spend Christmas here, alone, like what i do for the past two years. I ain't really up for meeting old acquaintances from high school. Not just yet. Manila is where my heart is. Haha... What a passe!
And yes, I am really excited about your comments violent reactions suggestions etc. about the new version of this website. Keep those coming aight!
I love you all. Mwah! Hi, H&K. I love you so much!
Saturday, October 02, 2004
FEELING GOOD FOR A NIGHT
Argh! Life. It’s Saturday and I can’t even leave the house. As usual, my wallet is way below zero. My brother already discovered I gave him the wrong ATM card after several attempts of wrong pins. Poor me, literally.
Did my laundry yesterday so my chores are already done. I also cleaned my room last night, lit on some scented candle to, obviously, make my room scented. Slept well too. The rain made it easier for me to fall into deep slumber. Woke up around 11AM, made a cup of coffee, bought myself a burger and faced the computer and started doing H&K’s webbie. But I got tired and so I am writing this entry.
Late afternoon yesterday, after the laundry, I went to Starbucks West Avenue and pampered myself with white iced chocolate mocha grande. Also tried to finish a book I have been promising to get done months ago but haven’t, still. Went home around 8PM and watched some TV. I browsed and browsed, like I always do when I don’t know what to do and I stumbled upon Swan, this reality show about making women feel beautiful and confident by performing lots of liposuction and other medical procedures and enhancements, a lot of therapy, physical training, etc. God, did it looked scary. I mean those needles and tubes and stitches! I really hate seeing blood, let alone seeing the insides of the body. Makes my tummy tumble.
So there were two women feeling sorry, plain-jenny, and ugly. They looked so devastated. One caught her husband cheating on her two and a half years during the marriage and only got the courage to divorce him after another one and a half years. But it was obvious she still loves him. On the duration of the transformation, which was three months all in all, she regularly called her ex-husband. The therapist was worried and eventually talked her out of it. Which, fortunately, she did. When the big reveal was on, I was shocked to see how BIG her transformation was. She ain’t just beautiful, physically, with her boobs almost peeking out of her gown, she also had the confidence she lacked before the transformation. And when she saw herself in the mirror after three months, she never stopped screaming. And I was left with my mouth open. I couldn’t wait for the next one to come out and show how her transformation went.
After a short commercial, the host (this beautiful lady, who I think went through the doctor’s needles too) came out. I was back on my seat, attentive. The next woman was revealed. She was perfect. Her story goes way back her childhood. She had this big-boned nose, which her classmates, bullies, ridiculed her for. It just left a big mark on her emotional state that she didn’t have the guts to do whatever she wants, one being a cheerleader. But there came a problem. Moments before the operation, she called her boyfriend hoping she would get support. She didn’t get it. She cried feeling all alone. And I was mad at his boyfriend, who was so not fit for her. She deserves someone better, physically.
So she went through the transformation without the support she was hoping she’d get from his asshole boyfriend. And after three months of intense therapy and going to the gym to gain weight, it was time for her big reveal. When the two, well groomed, guy opened the door, it was like a different, all-new girl came out. She was so beautiful and her smile was so different. It was like she was molded out perfectly, every bit of her body crafted. And her smile was confident. When she got the chance to see herself in the mirror after three months, tears came falling from her eyes and she just can’t stop staring at her reflection.
I was eyeing for her to win that night but the first girl got the prize. Nonetheless, she still was a winner. She got all what she ever wanted. And I think she deserved every stitch of it.
After watching that, I continued surfing and eventually Channel 2 caught my attention. It was showing Till there was you with Judy Ann and Piolo Pascual. I know this is so baduy and jologs but I actually liked the movie. I was instantly flown back in high school when shivers run through your body, when your eyes glow whenever your crush looks your way. It felt great to feel that way again. I wasn’t exactly sure why I got interested in the movie (knowing me, I hate Filipino movies and I’ll never be caught dead watching it in movie houses). Maybe it was the rain pouring outside which set the mood for some loving. And H&K was sending me SMS messages telling me how much he misses me. Argh! I hate to admit that. Just forget about this after you’re done, aight!
Did my laundry yesterday so my chores are already done. I also cleaned my room last night, lit on some scented candle to, obviously, make my room scented. Slept well too. The rain made it easier for me to fall into deep slumber. Woke up around 11AM, made a cup of coffee, bought myself a burger and faced the computer and started doing H&K’s webbie. But I got tired and so I am writing this entry.
Late afternoon yesterday, after the laundry, I went to Starbucks West Avenue and pampered myself with white iced chocolate mocha grande. Also tried to finish a book I have been promising to get done months ago but haven’t, still. Went home around 8PM and watched some TV. I browsed and browsed, like I always do when I don’t know what to do and I stumbled upon Swan, this reality show about making women feel beautiful and confident by performing lots of liposuction and other medical procedures and enhancements, a lot of therapy, physical training, etc. God, did it looked scary. I mean those needles and tubes and stitches! I really hate seeing blood, let alone seeing the insides of the body. Makes my tummy tumble.
So there were two women feeling sorry, plain-jenny, and ugly. They looked so devastated. One caught her husband cheating on her two and a half years during the marriage and only got the courage to divorce him after another one and a half years. But it was obvious she still loves him. On the duration of the transformation, which was three months all in all, she regularly called her ex-husband. The therapist was worried and eventually talked her out of it. Which, fortunately, she did. When the big reveal was on, I was shocked to see how BIG her transformation was. She ain’t just beautiful, physically, with her boobs almost peeking out of her gown, she also had the confidence she lacked before the transformation. And when she saw herself in the mirror after three months, she never stopped screaming. And I was left with my mouth open. I couldn’t wait for the next one to come out and show how her transformation went.
After a short commercial, the host (this beautiful lady, who I think went through the doctor’s needles too) came out. I was back on my seat, attentive. The next woman was revealed. She was perfect. Her story goes way back her childhood. She had this big-boned nose, which her classmates, bullies, ridiculed her for. It just left a big mark on her emotional state that she didn’t have the guts to do whatever she wants, one being a cheerleader. But there came a problem. Moments before the operation, she called her boyfriend hoping she would get support. She didn’t get it. She cried feeling all alone. And I was mad at his boyfriend, who was so not fit for her. She deserves someone better, physically.
So she went through the transformation without the support she was hoping she’d get from his asshole boyfriend. And after three months of intense therapy and going to the gym to gain weight, it was time for her big reveal. When the two, well groomed, guy opened the door, it was like a different, all-new girl came out. She was so beautiful and her smile was so different. It was like she was molded out perfectly, every bit of her body crafted. And her smile was confident. When she got the chance to see herself in the mirror after three months, tears came falling from her eyes and she just can’t stop staring at her reflection.
I was eyeing for her to win that night but the first girl got the prize. Nonetheless, she still was a winner. She got all what she ever wanted. And I think she deserved every stitch of it.
After watching that, I continued surfing and eventually Channel 2 caught my attention. It was showing Till there was you with Judy Ann and Piolo Pascual. I know this is so baduy and jologs but I actually liked the movie. I was instantly flown back in high school when shivers run through your body, when your eyes glow whenever your crush looks your way. It felt great to feel that way again. I wasn’t exactly sure why I got interested in the movie (knowing me, I hate Filipino movies and I’ll never be caught dead watching it in movie houses). Maybe it was the rain pouring outside which set the mood for some loving. And H&K was sending me SMS messages telling me how much he misses me. Argh! I hate to admit that. Just forget about this after you’re done, aight!
Thursday, September 30, 2004
CAUGHT IN THE ACT
Smoking in Makati
Here's the story.
I was in Makati earlier today, around 9AM, about to ride the MRT going home when I decided to buy myself something to eat and drink. I stayed at this area where posters warning about smoking were all over. So when I was done eating, I looked around and checked if anybody was smoking. And there was a guy who was and there weren't any policemen around so I got a stick from my pack and lit the cigarette.
I was enjoying my time, still sleepy from the trip to and fro Cavite, when a cop came out of nowhere. He said, Boss, may violation po kayo. Bawal po magyosi dito. Di nyo po ba nakita, ang daming warning signs? (Sir, you have a violation. This is a no smoking area. Haven't you see the many signs posted around?)Argh! I was so freaking embarassed. People came staring at me. And the bad news was, that guy I saw smoking already finished his stick and left. I wasn't even halfway through with my stick!
He asked for my ID. Fortunately I left my wallet at home so I told him that. He asked if I was working, I said no. Then he told me I would be fined a thousand bucks for the violation I have made. I was shocked. I didn't know it costs that much. I only had a hundred bucks left in my pocket.
I pleaded, almost cried. Then he said he could let me clean his patrol car. Duh!? No way. But of course, I didn't say it to his face. Instead, I put on my innocent, sad, teary-eyed face and continued pleading to let me go. I felt he was nice enough to puch more pleading. Then he called another cop, his partner I supposed. Cop 2 asked me where I live. I said I was from Manila but I just arrived from Cavite. Then as if putting me to more shame for what I did, he explained that in Manila, you can smoke anywhere, in Makati, you can't. I knew that of course. But I wasn't expecting I would be caught. I felt so stupid. And people where already coming in checking what was happening. I was a star! Hahaha.. Stupid star.
After a few minutes of playing innocent and stupid. They finally let me go. I almost hugged them. Argh! Thank God I didn't go to prison. Hahaha...
After that, I hurriedly went up the escalator to the MRT station and bought myself a ticket home. On my way, I couldn't stop grinning about what just happened. I am never gonna smoke in that place again, ever!
I was in Makati earlier today, around 9AM, about to ride the MRT going home when I decided to buy myself something to eat and drink. I stayed at this area where posters warning about smoking were all over. So when I was done eating, I looked around and checked if anybody was smoking. And there was a guy who was and there weren't any policemen around so I got a stick from my pack and lit the cigarette.
I was enjoying my time, still sleepy from the trip to and fro Cavite, when a cop came out of nowhere. He said, Boss, may violation po kayo. Bawal po magyosi dito. Di nyo po ba nakita, ang daming warning signs? (Sir, you have a violation. This is a no smoking area. Haven't you see the many signs posted around?)Argh! I was so freaking embarassed. People came staring at me. And the bad news was, that guy I saw smoking already finished his stick and left. I wasn't even halfway through with my stick!
He asked for my ID. Fortunately I left my wallet at home so I told him that. He asked if I was working, I said no. Then he told me I would be fined a thousand bucks for the violation I have made. I was shocked. I didn't know it costs that much. I only had a hundred bucks left in my pocket.
I pleaded, almost cried. Then he said he could let me clean his patrol car. Duh!? No way. But of course, I didn't say it to his face. Instead, I put on my innocent, sad, teary-eyed face and continued pleading to let me go. I felt he was nice enough to puch more pleading. Then he called another cop, his partner I supposed. Cop 2 asked me where I live. I said I was from Manila but I just arrived from Cavite. Then as if putting me to more shame for what I did, he explained that in Manila, you can smoke anywhere, in Makati, you can't. I knew that of course. But I wasn't expecting I would be caught. I felt so stupid. And people where already coming in checking what was happening. I was a star! Hahaha.. Stupid star.
After a few minutes of playing innocent and stupid. They finally let me go. I almost hugged them. Argh! Thank God I didn't go to prison. Hahaha...
After that, I hurriedly went up the escalator to the MRT station and bought myself a ticket home. On my way, I couldn't stop grinning about what just happened. I am never gonna smoke in that place again, ever!
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
BACK TO BLACK AND PINK
Remember the first version of this website? The one entitled UNDER CONSTRUCTION? Hmmm... I am going back to the old color scheme of black and pink. I dunno, but I have this fascination with those colors.
I was on the process of doing the index page of my website yesterday and while I was doing the graphics, I stumbled upon my some old pictures I took during my last semester in college for the yearbook. You see, I was one of the photographers and graphic artists of our yearbook (did I just sound like a brag?). And when I was cutting and pasting and stuff, I remembered my old website, the one in pink and black. And I thought, why not do the thrid version with that scheme?. And so I am doing it that way.
The website might up and running in two weeks time at most. The graphics are taking me hours to finish. I want it to be perfect, beautiful and unique so I am busying myself with the design and stuff.
So all you people out there (well, at least those who come visit me here), wait for a big change in this website. And I do hope you will like it as much. Thank you!
I was on the process of doing the index page of my website yesterday and while I was doing the graphics, I stumbled upon my some old pictures I took during my last semester in college for the yearbook. You see, I was one of the photographers and graphic artists of our yearbook (did I just sound like a brag?). And when I was cutting and pasting and stuff, I remembered my old website, the one in pink and black. And I thought, why not do the thrid version with that scheme?. And so I am doing it that way.
The website might up and running in two weeks time at most. The graphics are taking me hours to finish. I want it to be perfect, beautiful and unique so I am busying myself with the design and stuff.
So all you people out there (well, at least those who come visit me here), wait for a big change in this website. And I do hope you will like it as much. Thank you!
Monday, September 27, 2004
FINGERS CROSSED
It is almost the end of the month and I still got no work. My parents are gonna kill me soon if I don't earn my own money. My brother even took my ATM card from me since I spend so much, even spending my brothers' allowance. He's the one doing the budget now. The funny thing is, I gave him my old ATM card instead of the other one where dad sends us money with. Haha... But still, I feel the need to get a job. I am desperate.
I thought out a lot of possibilities. Call centers excluded. I have never been luck passing through the first or second interviews. Seems like my voice ain't for the international market. Argh!
So here are my lists:
I am gonna try F of Studio 23. A PA or a writer/researcher perhaps.
I have contacted a friend from GMA 7. She asked me to send her my resume and she'll do her best to find me an opening. Thanks Karol.
Another friend, who works at Meg teen magazine, told me to drop by her office. She'll give me a referral. Mommy Florian, mwah!
Gonna try ABS CBN too. I am, at heart, a kapamilya.
If all else fails, I might be forced to go back to the province and bum myself to death which is like a bad thing. Worst even. Being a graduate and of UP at that, people expect a lot from me. So much more. I just hope I don't get in that situation where I'm gonna pack my stuff and sail back home. I hate that place.
But I am still on high hopes and I am keeping my fingers crossed.
I thought out a lot of possibilities. Call centers excluded. I have never been luck passing through the first or second interviews. Seems like my voice ain't for the international market. Argh!
So here are my lists:
If all else fails, I might be forced to go back to the province and bum myself to death which is like a bad thing. Worst even. Being a graduate and of UP at that, people expect a lot from me. So much more. I just hope I don't get in that situation where I'm gonna pack my stuff and sail back home. I hate that place.
But I am still on high hopes and I am keeping my fingers crossed.
Saturday, September 25, 2004
TALK ABOUT NOTHING
I have got nothing interesting to say really. Just felt the urge to write something, especially now that I know a lot of you are going to this blog and reading my posts. I don't want to disappoint you, do I? You are my fan so I am gonna be good. Hahaha... I feel like a celebrity shit.
So I spent the night with my boy to catch up for the 4 days that we haven't seen each other. I redid his blog site, put graphics on it and stuff. I also tried to make him a website. But it is really hard to do so since he hasn't got any idea what he wants to put on it. So I am gonna wait for his ideas to flow out before actually doing the webbie. Better be sure than sorry.
Have you been to angel's website? Try visiting it. Seems like I am plugging his webbie. Actually I want to. Because I made it and it would make me happy if i know people appreciate it. Kiss my butt, will ya! Hahaha...
Hayy.. It feels good to love and be loved. Though I find it hard to think about something to write about. My juices usually come out when I am in great despair or when I am in this maelstrom of sadness and pitty. But nonetheless, I love being the way that I am now. I don't have to cry every night and wetting my pilllows.
Hey, read this "An Ode To A Broken Heart" I wrote when me and my first bf broke up. It's posted on the lower left corner of this page. Tell me what you think, will ya! (I sound like a control-freak. Sorry for that.)
So I spent the night with my boy to catch up for the 4 days that we haven't seen each other. I redid his blog site, put graphics on it and stuff. I also tried to make him a website. But it is really hard to do so since he hasn't got any idea what he wants to put on it. So I am gonna wait for his ideas to flow out before actually doing the webbie. Better be sure than sorry.
Have you been to angel's website? Try visiting it. Seems like I am plugging his webbie. Actually I want to. Because I made it and it would make me happy if i know people appreciate it. Kiss my butt, will ya! Hahaha...
Hayy.. It feels good to love and be loved. Though I find it hard to think about something to write about. My juices usually come out when I am in great despair or when I am in this maelstrom of sadness and pitty. But nonetheless, I love being the way that I am now. I don't have to cry every night and wetting my pilllows.
Hey, read this "An Ode To A Broken Heart" I wrote when me and my first bf broke up. It's posted on the lower left corner of this page. Tell me what you think, will ya! (I sound like a control-freak. Sorry for that.)
Friday, September 24, 2004
I AM BACK
I have been so busy with doing angel's website that's why I haven't been in circulation lately. It's done already. And now I am and I am posting this right from my room using the new computer. (What do you know, I am connected to the internet. Haha! I wonder what's next. Hmmm...)
I am meeting my bf later around 6 at SM Manila. We are to watch a movie, do his grocery and drink coffee of course. It has been four days since I last saw him. I miss that boy already. It feels good to love and be loved. Maybe you should try it once in a while. Hahaha... This is great therapy, a breakaway from all that angst-ridden, blabber-about-how-life-sucks, and everything. Now I can simply stay home, knowing that somebody out there is loving me and wanting to be with me. Now it's not my imagination. This is for real. And I hope this lasts.
And I don't even worry not having sex for a while now. Just imagine, it has been 4 days since my last (with my bf of course). It's like I can stay celibate for a couple of days and then I'll give it my all when I meet my bf. Now that's cheesy but hey! Try being inlove!
Argh! I hope I can stay at his place later. To h&k, I love you.
I am meeting my bf later around 6 at SM Manila. We are to watch a movie, do his grocery and drink coffee of course. It has been four days since I last saw him. I miss that boy already. It feels good to love and be loved. Maybe you should try it once in a while. Hahaha... This is great therapy, a breakaway from all that angst-ridden, blabber-about-how-life-sucks, and everything. Now I can simply stay home, knowing that somebody out there is loving me and wanting to be with me. Now it's not my imagination. This is for real. And I hope this lasts.
And I don't even worry not having sex for a while now. Just imagine, it has been 4 days since my last (with my bf of course). It's like I can stay celibate for a couple of days and then I'll give it my all when I meet my bf. Now that's cheesy but hey! Try being inlove!
Argh! I hope I can stay at his place later. To h&k, I love you.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
Sorry if I wasn’t posting anything these past couple of days (or so). I have been busy with my boyfriend and stuff. Yes! You read it right. I have a boyfriend already. Don't worry, I am going to tell what happened while I was away. Howie wants to know the blow-by-blow account. Hahaha… I am quite flattered that people do read this blog and that they even wanna know more about me. Or am I being too presumptuous?
Anyways, here’s what happened. So I met h&k at Robinson’s Place in Manila last Saturday. We were supposed to meet at 4:30PM but I was late by almost an hour (or so) because of the extremely heavy traffic. When I entered the mall I immediately looked for a comfort room where I can relieve myself. My bladder was gonna blow up and I needed to get a piss. The first CR was closed for renovation so I looked for another one, reading signage everywhere, trying to walk as fast as I could, holding that persistent liquid that was about to come out, using every escalators to and fro floors until I saw one, finally.
After that, I looked for the Nescafe coffee shop where I was supposed to meet him (I told him I’d be the one waiting for him but it ended up the other way around). He wasn’t around to I ordered a cappuccino while I wait. Then he came. Argh! He was so cute!
So we watched a 13 Going 30, had dinner at Popeye’s and then headed to his place. Then that question pop out of nowhere. “So what are we?”
I love him so I asked him if he wants to be my boyfriend. Fortunately, he said yes! Hayyy… I feel so blessed to have him. And here is the part where I broke my challenge, 14 days and 14 Nights. The hell with it! I broke it out of love, at least. The rest, is as they say, history.
Stayed overnight and then went to Espana the next day to help a friend make a website for his thesis. Did it in 4 hours with the help of this artsy fartsy guy, though I think the website is pretty blank. It lacks content and there are just so many negative spaces. Oh well, I hope they liked it though.
Anyways, here’s what happened. So I met h&k at Robinson’s Place in Manila last Saturday. We were supposed to meet at 4:30PM but I was late by almost an hour (or so) because of the extremely heavy traffic. When I entered the mall I immediately looked for a comfort room where I can relieve myself. My bladder was gonna blow up and I needed to get a piss. The first CR was closed for renovation so I looked for another one, reading signage everywhere, trying to walk as fast as I could, holding that persistent liquid that was about to come out, using every escalators to and fro floors until I saw one, finally.
After that, I looked for the Nescafe coffee shop where I was supposed to meet him (I told him I’d be the one waiting for him but it ended up the other way around). He wasn’t around to I ordered a cappuccino while I wait. Then he came. Argh! He was so cute!
So we watched a 13 Going 30, had dinner at Popeye’s and then headed to his place. Then that question pop out of nowhere. “So what are we?”
I love him so I asked him if he wants to be my boyfriend. Fortunately, he said yes! Hayyy… I feel so blessed to have him. And here is the part where I broke my challenge, 14 days and 14 Nights. The hell with it! I broke it out of love, at least. The rest, is as they say, history.
Stayed overnight and then went to Espana the next day to help a friend make a website for his thesis. Did it in 4 hours with the help of this artsy fartsy guy, though I think the website is pretty blank. It lacks content and there are just so many negative spaces. Oh well, I hope they liked it though.
Saturday, September 18, 2004
FINALLY, MY VERY OWN COMPUTER
Dad bought us (me and my borthers) a brand new computer yesterday. It's gonna be staying in my room. Hahaha... I can now focus on doing the next version of my website. It's gonna be more exciting, funnier (Reese Witherspoon in Legally Blonde), and cuter.
And who knows, I might get myself a webcam and then get naked in front of you. Hahaha. I bet you'd love that, woundn't you? Sorry boys, I am taken. Well, almost. It's gonna be decided later today after I meet h&k. Ahehehe...
Gotta check my mails. See yah!
And who knows, I might get myself a webcam and then get naked in front of you. Hahaha. I bet you'd love that, woundn't you? Sorry boys, I am taken. Well, almost. It's gonna be decided later today after I meet h&k. Ahehehe...
Gotta check my mails. See yah!
EXCITEMENT WRITTEN ALL OVER ME
I am meeting hugs and kisses today. (Pardon me for the mushiness but I refer to people using pronouns. Much safer. And I don't want to put them in a bad light or something) H&K is this guy I have been talking with for quite recently. He's cute, brilliant and he loves me. Or so he says. He makes movie reviews. Argh! I am giving it away. Hahaha...
We're gonna meet around 4AM later. I might even stay overnight at his place, if he doens't run when he finally sees me in person that is. We plan to watch a movie, have dinner after and then drink coffee. But he doesn't like coffee so he'll just have to settle for water, I guess.
I hope this turns out well.
We're gonna meet around 4AM later. I might even stay overnight at his place, if he doens't run when he finally sees me in person that is. We plan to watch a movie, have dinner after and then drink coffee. But he doesn't like coffee so he'll just have to settle for water, I guess.
I hope this turns out well.
Friday, September 17, 2004
DIVISORIA ON A RAINY FRIDAY
Just got home from Divisoria. God, was it awful. The roads were so wet and muddy, black-muddy. There were so many people crossing and walking and talking and buying and everything. It was so noisy and everyone was just so busy. Including us. My mom bought yards of textile that my Aunt asked for. We went into several bargain stores, asking lower prices, getting into arguments and discussions and eventually leaving because the sales lady wouldn’t budge the price. Then we would go into another store and do the same thing. Argh! My feet ached so much. And I was just in sandals so naturally, my feet were full of mud too. Really gross.
But of course, I didn’t show my parents much disappointment. Not now. My being jobless is already an issue and I don’t wanna go into another discussion because I know that I would lose this time.
So after hours of walking in that muddy hell, we had ourselves, or rather dad had, a big plastic bag full of cloth and other stuff that we bought.
I am just so tired. Argh!
But of course, I didn’t show my parents much disappointment. Not now. My being jobless is already an issue and I don’t wanna go into another discussion because I know that I would lose this time.
So after hours of walking in that muddy hell, we had ourselves, or rather dad had, a big plastic bag full of cloth and other stuff that we bought.
I am just so tired. Argh!
Thursday, September 16, 2004
POP CAME WITH A SURPRISE TODAY
My tummy was craving for food around 4AM earlier so i decided to go out and buy myself something to eat at this 24hour bakeshop. When I got home, I immediately made myself a cup of coffee (maybe the reason why I still don't feel sleepy).
While I was having my coffee and bread in the dining area, I heard the gate open outside. I knew it was my father since he already told me yesterday that he would be arriving early today from Odiongan, my hometown. He was talking to someone. I opened the door and to my surprise...
Mama was with him. Was really surprised and happy at the same time. The last time I have seen my mom was when she came here, along with my dad and two siblings, to attend my graduation. They left Manila two days after.
After a lot of chitchat, updates, who just died, scolding for not having a job yet, one of my brothers came down , thankfully. He rescued me from more scoldings and preachings that was perceptively getting bigger and heavier. And then came my two other brothers and so my being jobless was kicked off the agenda. But not for long. My dad obviously wanted to grill me. Eventually he caught up with me. Argh! He wasn't this terrorizing before. Actually, they once said that they're not putting any pressure on me. Now I think they do. Even my bones could feel it.
Argh!
While I was having my coffee and bread in the dining area, I heard the gate open outside. I knew it was my father since he already told me yesterday that he would be arriving early today from Odiongan, my hometown. He was talking to someone. I opened the door and to my surprise...
Mama was with him. Was really surprised and happy at the same time. The last time I have seen my mom was when she came here, along with my dad and two siblings, to attend my graduation. They left Manila two days after.
After a lot of chitchat, updates, who just died, scolding for not having a job yet, one of my brothers came down , thankfully. He rescued me from more scoldings and preachings that was perceptively getting bigger and heavier. And then came my two other brothers and so my being jobless was kicked off the agenda. But not for long. My dad obviously wanted to grill me. Eventually he caught up with me. Argh! He wasn't this terrorizing before. Actually, they once said that they're not putting any pressure on me. Now I think they do. Even my bones could feel it.
Argh!
HIS FAVOURITE CONCUBINE
I have been awake for almost 24 hours already. Argh!
Did tons of laundry, stacked in the garage for almost two weeks already that left my arms numb and my body smelling like laundry soap, last night. After which I talked to angel (from my previous post). He sent me an sms message and asked if I could call him that night. I declined at first saying that my cousin was using the phone line for the internet. But he pleaded and I, being the push-over that I am, was left with no choice. He was/is just so irresistable. I don't know what spell he used on me or what he has that keeps me holding on and hoping that he would eventually realize that he loves me, or something. However I try to forget him or avoid him, I just couldn't do it and it always makes me feel happy and inlove whenever I talk to him.
So I asked my cousin if I could use the phone for 30 minutes and fortunately, he agreed.
Angel said things that made me more confused and kept me hopeful... uhmm... more like, hoping. He likes me and he misses me. He loves talking to me. He even called me his favourite concubine.
Now I don't know if I should be flattered or what but it definitely left a mark in my mind and heart. Our conversation ended around 2AM, almost an hour, when he decided to hit the shower, even teasing me to join him. Haha... that!, I would gladly do. It would be my pleasure. But it was a joke as he clarified immediately. Waaa...
He asked for my ex-boyfriend's number though. He said he liked my X's pictures and how they were taken. He's so creative. But I am sure that's just a guise for something deeper. What the heck! He's my X anyway... An X. Meant to be forgotten. Move on Ian, live... forget... The last time I texted him, which was like a week ago, he replied, "Can't you take a hint?!" Argh! Obviously, he doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. Came as a blow but I had to face it. Hurts... Never texted him after that.
Angel can have him if he wants to. In fact, he can easily have him. Them two would look great together. I will just have to keep this feeling for Angel at bay. For how long, I ain't sure.
Did tons of laundry, stacked in the garage for almost two weeks already that left my arms numb and my body smelling like laundry soap, last night. After which I talked to angel (from my previous post). He sent me an sms message and asked if I could call him that night. I declined at first saying that my cousin was using the phone line for the internet. But he pleaded and I, being the push-over that I am, was left with no choice. He was/is just so irresistable. I don't know what spell he used on me or what he has that keeps me holding on and hoping that he would eventually realize that he loves me, or something. However I try to forget him or avoid him, I just couldn't do it and it always makes me feel happy and inlove whenever I talk to him.
So I asked my cousin if I could use the phone for 30 minutes and fortunately, he agreed.
Angel said things that made me more confused and kept me hopeful... uhmm... more like, hoping. He likes me and he misses me. He loves talking to me. He even called me his favourite concubine.
Now I don't know if I should be flattered or what but it definitely left a mark in my mind and heart. Our conversation ended around 2AM, almost an hour, when he decided to hit the shower, even teasing me to join him. Haha... that!, I would gladly do. It would be my pleasure. But it was a joke as he clarified immediately. Waaa...
He asked for my ex-boyfriend's number though. He said he liked my X's pictures and how they were taken. He's so creative. But I am sure that's just a guise for something deeper. What the heck! He's my X anyway... An X. Meant to be forgotten. Move on Ian, live... forget... The last time I texted him, which was like a week ago, he replied, "Can't you take a hint?!" Argh! Obviously, he doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. Came as a blow but I had to face it. Hurts... Never texted him after that.
Angel can have him if he wants to. In fact, he can easily have him. Them two would look great together. I will just have to keep this feeling for Angel at bay. For how long, I ain't sure.
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
IT IS RAINING AND I'VE GOT NOTHING ELSE TO DO... (but write anything)
So I read this blog of a friend (though I really hope we can be more than that) earlier today. I really enjoyed the way he praises and most of the time spoils the movies he watches. If there's gonna be one person I would want to go out to movies with, it has got to be him. His eloquence and brilliance fascinates me, maybe even more than that. Fascination can quickly develop into a lot of things. We have been talking for quite sometime now after I met him at yahoo and I think we get along very well. Anyways, you should read his blog too if you're up for some spanking and cruelty. Haha... I highly recommend this one. He's like the masculine counterpart of Jessica Zafra, not that Jessica isn't already masculine. Harhar... In fairness to Jessica though, I have read some of her books and if there's one word that would describe her, it would be splendid.
Argh! People are quickly gathering here inside the cafe, mostly students who dont know anything but play Ragnarok. I don't know why they get hooked inthis game. I, myself tried it once, after being left out in my cousin and my brothers' conversations at home, but never got the hang of it. They always talk about this game which I know nothing of. So I always end up talking to myself. You should see my cousin. This guy is like the most addicted person I know. He spends all of his time playing Ragnarok and even when he sleeps, which is like 2 hours a day, his computer is always on. Thank God for Wednesdays for he gets to stop playing for 5 hours, 7-12AM, because the game has to undergo maintenance. And since he uses dial-up to connect to the Internet, nobody can use the phone except on Wednesday mornings or when you beg for a 30-minute phone usage, which he will grant you half-heartedly.
I just hope he thinks of applying for DSL already. Argh! And I hope soon.
Hmmm... Some guy is playing a guitar in the background. A perfect blend for the hard rain outside. I feel so mellow and serene, except for some chitchat the here and there.
Oops, gotta check my other mails...
Monday, September 13, 2004
14 DAYS and 14 NIGHTS
Can I go through with it?
| I was watching TV earlier, switching channels and feeling bored when an idea entered my mind. I know I have been having sex for almost every other day recently, and sometimes more than once on the same day with different guys even. And quite frankly, it is becoming like an addiction or something Not that I am a nympho or anything. |
Well, I know some people will shrug and dismiss this as some shenanigan I am trying to pull off, but for me this is definitely a challenge. I am gonna try to be a eunuch for 14 days starting today, Monday. But this challenge will not include self-satisfaction. I am gonna be a priest for a couple of weeks, at least give me the liberty to please myself in my own little but nasty way. Haha..
Okay, as I have said, this is not some bravado I am doing not am I trying to be a paragon of some shit. I am actually serious. And I am telling you guys and gals and those inbetweens, this is gonna be hard on my part. Ask my friends.
So all you guys who I have made commitmets with, we will have to reschedule. Slots are not gonna be open until after 14 days. Haha...
Saturday, September 11, 2004
A WEEK THAT WAS!
Sorry if I was out for several days. Not that nothing happened for the past few days or anything. Actually, so many things happened. Here’s the rundown.
Monday
Monday
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I was at GMA-7 for an interview. I applied, through a friend, as a researcher or a production assistant in the station’s new TV show, OUT! It is gay-oriented program which, needless to say, tackles gay issues. |
I haven’t heard from them yet so I am supposing I didn’t pass the interview. So much for being a kapuso.
Wednesday
Watched “Laws of Attraction,” which starred Julianne Morre and Pierce Brosnan, with a guy at SM North Edsa. Did something naughty inside the movie house that left us both with painful tummies. Had coffee after talking about sex and a place to do it. Roamed the mall after and ended up in the 4th level of the car park. |
The floor was empty, expect for a janitor. I hurriedly unzip his pants and got his throbbing cock out of his boxers. I gave him a head. He went home pretty satisfied.
That night I went out with a couple of guys to Farenheit (more like Epitome) somewhere in E. Rodriguez. After spending hours (them) in a videoke machine, we headed to the shower room. Of course, we were butt naked. Then they disappeared. I wanted to explore the place more but I wasn’t really comfortable showing off my naked body with only a towel on. Most of the guys there had good-looking bodies so I got dressed and headed upstairs to the AVR where porn is being shown. Spend the rest of the night there while drinking beers, feeling bored and sleepy. After the movie, I decided to leave the place. Went out at around 2AM.
Called another guy I was talking a lot with recently and asked if he wanted to meet. Fortunately, he was still up so he met me at Cubao. We proceeded to his place and talked. Watched a porn movie which was really more of disgusting than arousing. I told him to shut it off after several minutes. Spent the following day at his place, rented a couple of decent movies, met his virgin bestfriend, his family and went home around 10PM, Thursday.
He was cute by the way. I didn’t expect him to be so adorable. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at him, pinching his nose and hugging him tight. I really liked him. But he didn’t like me. Got to move on.
While I was in his place, a guy texted me asking for my landline number. Since I was out of the house, I asked him to call up at the guy’s number I was with. They ended up talking and now, they’re lovers. Argh! Hurts but I can’t do anything. Jealousy covered my face. Well his happy now so I beter bug off.
That night I went out with a couple of guys to Farenheit (more like Epitome) somewhere in E. Rodriguez. After spending hours (them) in a videoke machine, we headed to the shower room. Of course, we were butt naked. Then they disappeared. I wanted to explore the place more but I wasn’t really comfortable showing off my naked body with only a towel on. Most of the guys there had good-looking bodies so I got dressed and headed upstairs to the AVR where porn is being shown. Spend the rest of the night there while drinking beers, feeling bored and sleepy. After the movie, I decided to leave the place. Went out at around 2AM.
Called another guy I was talking a lot with recently and asked if he wanted to meet. Fortunately, he was still up so he met me at Cubao. We proceeded to his place and talked. Watched a porn movie which was really more of disgusting than arousing. I told him to shut it off after several minutes. Spent the following day at his place, rented a couple of decent movies, met his virgin bestfriend, his family and went home around 10PM, Thursday.
He was cute by the way. I didn’t expect him to be so adorable. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at him, pinching his nose and hugging him tight. I really liked him. But he didn’t like me. Got to move on.
While I was in his place, a guy texted me asking for my landline number. Since I was out of the house, I asked him to call up at the guy’s number I was with. They ended up talking and now, they’re lovers. Argh! Hurts but I can’t do anything. Jealousy covered my face. Well his happy now so I beter bug off.
Now
I am talking to this wonderful guy right now. He’s four years younger than me, short for my ideal age, and is a college student at some school in Manila. He’s sweet, thoughtful and is a good singer. Just earlier I asked him to sing “Because of You” by Keith Martin though I like Kyla’s version better.
I hope this turns out good. I am really beginning to fall for him.
I am talking to this wonderful guy right now. He’s four years younger than me, short for my ideal age, and is a college student at some school in Manila. He’s sweet, thoughtful and is a good singer. Just earlier I asked him to sing “Because of You” by Keith Martin though I like Kyla’s version better.
I hope this turns out good. I am really beginning to fall for him.
Monday, September 06, 2004
MAYBE THIS COULD BE IT!
I was browsing the TV late last night after finishing tons of laundry when I chance upon a sort of talk show with the President and the Vice President. The topic was about infrastructures being built to provide better transportation. It also tackeld future projects like decongesting Metro Manila, improving the quality of life, transferring some government agencies to provinces, etc.
I am really not a fan of the government. I hate politics. People in it are a bunch of craps and corrupts. The country is obviously sinking, and fast. Though I am not a pure activist at heart. I am a semi-activist in my own right, if I may sayso. I think rallies and demonstrations are ineffective already. The government is already numb with these kinds of actions.
So back to last night. I found myself listening attentively to everything the President said, unbelievably. I have never been a fan of GMA but last night I was, for a moment. Somehow I found myslef believing that she could make a difference, that she was sincere, that she can rebuild a wrecked, poor nation such as ours.
Maybe I have been very pessimistic about the government or this administration. I would have voted for Lacson if I were able to vote during the last elections. I believed in him. A Marcos-type persona. I thought kamay na bakal would be the answer. That, I will never know. But now, GMA sits in power. I and all of us could only hope for the best. And last night, she proved herself worthy to me of every vote she got, legitimate or not.
I am really not a fan of the government. I hate politics. People in it are a bunch of craps and corrupts. The country is obviously sinking, and fast. Though I am not a pure activist at heart. I am a semi-activist in my own right, if I may sayso. I think rallies and demonstrations are ineffective already. The government is already numb with these kinds of actions.
So back to last night. I found myself listening attentively to everything the President said, unbelievably. I have never been a fan of GMA but last night I was, for a moment. Somehow I found myslef believing that she could make a difference, that she was sincere, that she can rebuild a wrecked, poor nation such as ours.
Maybe I have been very pessimistic about the government or this administration. I would have voted for Lacson if I were able to vote during the last elections. I believed in him. A Marcos-type persona. I thought kamay na bakal would be the answer. That, I will never know. But now, GMA sits in power. I and all of us could only hope for the best. And last night, she proved herself worthy to me of every vote she got, legitimate or not.
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