ho hum

went to an environmental advocacy group's orientation and saw tantananan... ned flanders!

not to offend him in any way but dang, he treated us like we were in the first grade.

got a chance to meet some fun people though so not all is lost.

anyways, i am not in a partay mood so i took some blah online tests...

You Have A Type A Personality
A
You are hyper, energetic, and always on the mood
You tend to succeed at everything you attempt
And if you don't succeed at first, you quickly climb your way to the top!

You could be called a workaholic, but you also make time for fun
As long as it's high energy and competitive, you're interested
You have the perfect personality for business and atheltic success

type A? moi? hmmm.... we'll see about that.

let's take another one.

logical-mathematical intelligence

You are great at finding patterns and relationships between things.
Always curious about how things work, you love to set up experiments.
You need for the world to make sense - and are good at making sense of it.
You have a head for numbers and math ... and you can solve almost any logic puzzle.

You would make a great scientist, engineer, computer programmer, researcher, accountant, or mathematician.

... eerie... it fits my job description.

Your Passion is Pink

Innocent and naive, you approach sex with a virginal mindset.
You tend to enjoy teasing and flaunting much more than actual sex.
You're a notorious flirt, and you can pick up anyone you desire.
As a result, your reputation is a lot steamier than your real sex life.

dang.

i really am bored out of my wits.

pusang gala

there was a town fiesta at abucay bataan this weekend. we went to abucay and balanga by car. traffic was kinda heavy and it took us about 3-4 hrs (normally 2-3hrs) to get from the nlex balintawak tollgate to bataan. my lola's house was at abucay. my cousins and i and amy (seatmate) stayed at our relative's resort (raven's), because it turned out that there was no room left at our lola's house. hehehe. raven's resort has several swimming pools, pavillion halls, day cottages and overnight cottages. they also have videoke at P5 per song. the resort has catering services for the guests (starts at P100 = 2 ulam + rice) but you could also bring your own food and/or cook them there. entrance fee for adults at about P80-100 per guest (day vs. night swimming), day cottages at P250 each. bad trip lang i didnt get the chance to take a dip at their swimming pools since they clean them during mornings. only my youngest cousin had the chance to swim because the kiddie pools were clean by then. the room was P1500 a night and is very nice and clean (think dainty wall paper and tiles) with air con and tv and basic toiletries in the toilet with shower. the room can accomodate 4 persons but can have two persons more, they'll bring in extra mattresses and the extra two pay for the adult entrance fee for overnight stay (about P100 each). our stay there was free though, pero syempre next time di na.:-P

there is a nearby resort (sibul springs) by the mountain where the pools get water from the spring. picture this: you'll be swimming in mineral water, flowing mineral water. we could go there sometime stay at raven's and also go to sibul. we could take a hike from raven's to sibul or take a car/van (bring your own car or you can rent our van ;-P).

there are also several resorts (swimming pools mostly) that are near the town proper that are ok.

la lang. gusto ko lang magkwento. mamaya toxic na ako.

coldblooded play

have you ever had that awkward feeling when you know that someone is doing something just to stir a reaction from you?

symptoms from exhibit b1:

eating time chatter:
you would think that it was just a normal exchange amongst friends until someone interjects:
b1: i mean, fuchsia girl, if you were my girlfriend, would you get mad if i tell you what to wear or what not to wear?
me (obviously not b1's girlfriend): yes. if your advice was unsolicited, i would be mad.
girlash1: i agree. it's ok for you guys to tell us what to wear only if we asked for your thoughts.

flashback a few months earlier:
b1: fuchsia girl, wag ka masyado mag-heels, mas matangkad ka na sa akin nyan... (don't wear (high) heels too often, you'll appear taller than me...)
me: e ano naman kung tumangkad ako sa 'yo? (so what if i (appeared) taller than you?)

still earlier:
b1: what are those holes for? (referring to the tiny holes bored into my shirt that revealed a hint of abs)
me (sarcastic): e ano pa? para aircon. sheesh. (what else? (it's) for air conditioning (purposes))
b1 (sly smile): alam mo naman ako, may pornographic memory. (you know me. i have pornographic memory.)

ACHTUNG! disturbing mental images. DISTURBING. MENTAL. IMAGES.

fast forward after the vacay (after we went to the beach in my bikini-clad self):
b1: sige na chokoleyt, patulan mo na si thundercat1 (known to have girlfriends half his age and then have nude paintings with them). susunod nyan ikaw na ang may mga nude paintings kasama sya. (go on fuchsia girl, get it on with thundercat1. in the end you'll also have nude paintings with him)
me: (to myself: i do admit that t1 does look hot even at his age, but he's no Brad Pitt. i still have to let out a blood-curdling...) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

prognosis: cute ka sana b1 and there are times that you do look hot. there are a lot of instances when i believe that we really are on the same wavelength and that the feeling is mutual. dapat lang natin parehong tandaan na may girlfriend ka na. do not think that i'm not aware that some of your advances are bordering on sexual harrassment.

diagnosis: gosh, kung pwede lang ba at kung gugustuhin ko lang talaga, e di matagal na kitang hinila. harharharharharhar [no translation needed]

i can go on rambling about exhibit b2, exhibit t1, etc. but the point is, we are not children anymore, nor are we pimply adolescents (well, we do get the occasional pimples here and there, but that's beside the point). Just like our toys that we now like to refer as gadgets (dude, check out my new watch/ car/ cam-phone/ multi-cam/ i-pod/ shoes/ earrings/ skirt/ boytoy(!)), our 'plays' have also evolved from the innocent bahay-bahayan. it just feels weird when i recall how i wanted to be this-and-that when i was a kid, only to end up being this-and-that and staring at the reflection of a kid in an adult's body.

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shoe fetish

last night i watched jay leno show (or was it conan o brien) and they featured a new coffee table book that had pictures of female celebrities wearing nothing but their Choos - Jimmy Choos (alright, bad ass stilletos!) and i could not help but feel envious -- of their shoes.

i have always had a fetish for nice footwear- strappy heels, stilletos, running shoes, sneakers, sports sandals - you name it. the minions of the credit company can always count on me to have at least a pair on my bill.

i know, i know, i should cut back on my shoe shopping sprees but i cannot help but be drawn to beautiful things in general, especially if they complement my other beautiful things, like that wicked skirt for instance.

my friends and i would find ourselves bound by these moments of weakness and i have proven myself weak in a couple of instances when i got home with several pairs of shoes. case in point: feeling imeldific

most of the shoes i bought are useful. some of them i really loved to the point that they had given up on me. i really miss that strappy pair with strings that you could tie up a la ballerina shoes, and those non-marking rubbershoes that i recently put to sleep.

there are some who are just there for sheer face value, like the tan shoes that looked great but inflicts so much pain when i wear them that i now call them "trauma" shoes.

scanning through this entry, i cannot help but notice an eerie resemblance of women's quasi-relationship with shoes and of human relations in general - dependable shoes: friends and family; trophy shoes: flings.

man. that sure did not sound right.

i would like to believe that there is more to feelings than physiological chemical outbursts, such that responses would differ on the kind and level of stimuli involved (i.e. shoes NOT EQUAL to human interaction; endorphins from eating chocolates NOT EQUIVALENT to those you get from that loving feeling).

for now, i will let go of that urge to go existential with shoes (or feelings or chocolates for that matter) and be content in appreciating them from a distance and resisting the urge to have them as often as i do.

Currently listening to: traffic
Currently feeling: hungry

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eye candy and the wicked skirt

mr. and mrs. gorgeous

we watched mr. and mrs. smith last night at the podium. kasama ko si ailyn and her friends from french class.

i would never tire of seeing beautiful creatures. haay...brad pitt is simply yummy... not bad for a forty year old guy. he and angelina jolie made a gorgeous pair.

i love the fight scenes. watch out for the scenes where the two of them started to become wary of one another.

if only for the aesthetics, this movie is tops-- beautiful people in equally beautiful clothes and shoes with their big guns and disposable cars. it's exciting, funny, and for a few seconds there, heartbreaking, BUT i felt like there's something lacking in the end, like a plot perhaps or some kind of closure. if you're craving for eye candy then this movie is a must-see.

the evil skirt strikes back

it never ceases to amaze me how a simple leather skirt could command attention.

was it the texture? there was actually an incident where i got groped by a kid(!) at mc donalds(!). the kid could not resist satisfying his curiousity by running his hand down the skirt/booty behind the skirt. of course i surprised/weirded out during that time, but you should have seen the million-dollar look on the kid's elder male companion. definitely a sheepish grin moment.

was it the fit? thanks to beyonce knowles we now have a word to describe it: bootylicious.

never mind that we are in a tropical country, or that the dry cleaning bills will suck your blood dry...

the skirt is a flirt.

the skirt is powerful.

all hail the skirt.

...and its wicked partner, the heels --- but that's another story.

Currently feeling: pretty shallow but happy

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emancipation of **

yesterday, i was thinking of leaving the house and moving in a condo with my office friends.

being the o.c. person that i am, i listed down an itemized list of costs that i incur on a daily basis and projected the monthly costs. upon further inspection, i found out that my preliminary calculations were wrong and it turned out that i would lose money in the long run if i moved to che and amy's unit. (not their real names )

haaay. sayang din.

i mean, think about it. the condo is a just a stone throw away from our office, the mall, the movies, and it has a swimming pool and gym at the roof top! i already get along well with the current roommates pa. nevermind if there was no cable tv nor a/c or that my room back home is actually bigger than their shack. i could live without those. but the perks man! i hope i do good on my papers so i could haggle for a heftier paycheck. then i'll go and have a condo unit of my own. hehehehe. basta gusto ko may swimming pool. now if only i could get rid of that so-called writer's block...

Ano ba ang ibig sabihin ng boylet?

(galing kay cecile.)

Tanong yan sa akin ng isang boylet. Pero ano nga ba ang ibig sabihin ng 'boylet'? Pero kung talagang pag-iisipan, mahirap ma-define ang boylet. Ito ba'y dahil sa age? Sa maturity? Sa height? Sa looks? Ang boylet, kailangang bata, or at least, ka-age mo.Kasi pag mas matanda ng ilang taon, hindi na boylet yon, tander-cat na. As in tanders. Tanders from matanda--matanders--tanders--tander-cat (origin-thundercat). Grabe ang evolution ng mga salita, di ba?

Dapat din daw, ang boylet, hindi mo boyfriend, pero hindi lang din friend. So, ibig sabihin, napakalalim ng kahulugan ng "-let" sa suffix sa boylet. Biro mo, ang "-let" ang nag-define ng isang relasyon na mas malalim, at malamang mas intimate sa friendship, pero less committed at non-exclusive kung ikukumpara sa boyfriend. Tsk, tatlong letra lang yan, pero it makes a world of difference. Kaya ang isang boy, para maging boylet, kailangang maging isang tao na kayang tumawid sa pagitan ng pagiging isang boyfriend o lover at isang kaibigan.

So pwede din ba gamitin ang "-let" sa mga tander-cats? Hmmm...parang masagwa--tander-lets? Tander-cat-lets? Kasi naman pag tander-cats, mas malamang na naghahanap ng isang relasyon na hindi passing fancy lang. Pero hindi yan generalization, okay? Madami pa din namang mga tander-cats na isip-boylet. So, anong tawag natin sa kanila? Closet-boylets?

Ano pa ang distinguishing factor ng isang boylet? Sabi ng isang kaibigan na nagkaroon na ng relasyon mula sa both ends of the continuum--from the youngest of boylets to super tander-cats, ang boylet, fling lang daw. Kapag naging seryoso ang relasyon o "arrangement" sa isang boylet, pwede nang tanggalin ang suffix na "-let" at palitan ng salitang "friend". But it is not necessarily true na promotion sa boylet ang pagiging boyfriend. Isipin mo yon, pag may boyfriend ka na, bawal na ang mga boylets. Eh kung puro boylets lang, walang hassles, walang guilt involved, kasi nga, ang "-let" ang sasalba sa iyo. Ang "-let" ang nagsasabi na hindi naman kayo exclusive sa isa't-isa. Ang galing talaga ng "-let"! Pwede din kaya itong gamitin sa ibang salita? Halimbawa, kung itatanong sa iyo ng jowa mo, "Do you love me?" Ang problema, hindi ka sigurado kung anong isasagot. Isipin mo, pag sinabi mong 'yes', sangkatutak na exclusivity na yan. Pag naman 'no', aba, eh, baka mag-isip ang jowa mo at iwan ka. So, pwede bang "yes-let" ang isagot? Ang "-let" na lang uli ang bahala to fill in the gaps. Ibig sabihin pag 'yes-let', oo, love kita ngayon, pero may possibility na bawiin ko in the future. O kaya naman, oo, love naman kita, pero pwede pa ba akong humirit ng one last boylet?

Boylet... boy na maliit o cute? Di ba't ang ibig sabihin ng suffix na "-let" at cute o naman kaya'y maliit? Parang islet, maliit na island; booklet, maigsi o manipis na compilation ng materials. Hindi naman kasi magandang pakinggan kung tatawagin silang mini-boys. Mas maganda at endearing nga ang tunog ng boylet, parang honeylet.

Pero pano naman pala ang tawag sa girl version ng mga boylet? Girlet? Parang hindi akma. Mas maganda siguro kung girlash. Pero hindi nito ganap na mailalarawan kung ano ang essence ng pagiging quasi-gf, semi-friend. So, in short, sa mga boys lang pwedeng magkaroon ng suffix na "-let", ganon ba yon? Baka naman kasi ibang suffix ang angkop sa mga girls.

Kung ikaw ang mamimili, ano ang mas gusto mo, isang boylet na nagpapaka-tanders, o isang tander-cat na nagpapaka-boylet? Magulong isipin, pero ang isang boylet na nagpapaka-tandercat ay yung tipong pa-mature effect. Ang dami kunwaring angst sa buhay, pinapalaki ang pinakamaliit na issue - para nga naman makasabay sya sa lahat ng angst ng nakakatandang babae. Insecurity siguro ng mga boylet, o maaari rin namang mature na talaga, pero hindi natin malalaman, unless, gusto mong makilala ng masinsinan ang boylet mo. Ang mga tandercats naman na nagpapaka-boylet ay yung mga feeling groovy at w-a-a-a-y-y C-O-O-L, na kadalasan ay hindi naman talaga, nagpupumilit lang. Maaari din naman na sila yung mga tandercats na may mental age ng isang 15-yr old. Ito ang isang proof na may mga taong walang pinagkatandaan, at ang emotional at mental age ng tao ay iba-iba sa biological age.

Ang isa pang tanong, gaano ka-boylet ang kaya mo, kung baga sa low-waist pants, how low can you go? Basta siguraduhin na above 18 ang boylet, kundi, sa kalaboso ang bagsak mo, statutory rape yon, kung di mo alam. 3 years? 4, 5, 6? Depende naman talaga sa iyo yan. Pero isipin mo lang na kung 9 years ang gap nyo, aba ineng, nung pinanganak sya ay may monthly period ka na! Hindi ba kapangi-pangilabot yon? Pero kung kaya mo, o 'carry' mo, ika nga ng aking mga baklakekok na kaibigan, eh di sige, magpakadalubhasa sa pangangarir ng mga boylet. I-career! At bakit hindi? Ilan pa lamang ang may MA at PhD degree sa Boylet Affairs Management.

Pero bakit nga ba natin kailangan ng mga boylet? Sabi ng isang kaibigan, gusto nyang ma-re-affirm na sya ay may asim pa. Suggestion ko lang, pwede naman litmus test na lang for acidity ang gamitin, di ba? Yung iba naman, pantawid-gutom daw. Ano ang akala nila sa mga boylet, mini-cup na pansit canton? Yung iba naman, just so they'll feel alive again daw, to feel young, fresh and to get their groove back. Aside from botox treatment, napakadami pang mga services ni Dra. Vicky ang pwede para magmukha at maging feeling young.

Pasalamat tayo at nandyan sila - para magbigay ng kasiyahan, company, aliw, o kung ano pa man. Sa dami ng mga benefits na dinadala ng mga boylets na ito sa ating buhay, gusto ko lang magbigay ng pugay sa kanila. Mabuhay ang mga boylet, dakila kayo! Go forth and multiply!

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hehehe. para kay boylet1, boylet2, boylet3, boylet4, boylet5, tandercat1, tandercat2, mabuhay kayo! buti na lang hindi lahat sa inyo magkakakilala at kung magkakilala man kayo buti na lang na hindi nyo alam na sya na pala yun...

to the one who ALMOST got away

this was posted by Joan:



In your life, you'll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There's the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you're with... and the one that got away.

Who is the one that got away? I guess it's that person, with who everything was great, everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong. There was no fault in the person; there was no flaw in the chemistry, but the cards just didn't fall the right way, I suppose.

I believe in the fact that ending up with someone, finding a longtime partner that is, does not lie merely in the other person. I can actually argue that an equal part, or maybe even the greater part, has to do with the matter of timing. It has to do with you being ready to settle down and commit to someone in a way that goes beyond the little niceties of giddy romance.

How often have you gone through it without even realizing it? When you're not ready to commit in that mature manner, it doesn't matter who you're with, it just doesn't work. Small problems become big; inconsequential, become deal breakers simply because you're not ready and it shows. It's not that you and the person you're with are no good; it just that it's not yet right, and little things become the flashpoint of that fact.

Then one day you're ready. You really are. And when this happens you'll be ready to settle down with someone. He or she may not be the most perfect.

So that day comes when you're finally making sense of things, and you find yourself to be a different person. Things are different, your approach is different, and you finally understand who you are and what you want.

And you've become ready because the time has truly arrived.And mind you, there's no telling when this day will come. Hopefully you're single but you could be in a long-term relationship, you could be married with three kids. It doesn't matter. All you know is that you've changed, and for some reason, the one that got away is the first person you think about.

You'll think about them because you'll wonder, "What if they were here today?" You'll wonder, "What if we were together now, with me as I am and not as I was?" That's what the one that got away is, the biggest "What if?" you'll have in your life.

If you're married, you'll just have to accept the fact that the one that got away, got away. Believe me, no matter how fairy tale you think your marriage is, this can happen to the best of us. But hopefully you're mature enough to realize that you're already with the one you're with and this is just another test of your commitment. One which will just strengthen your marriage when you get past it. Sure, you'll think about him/her every so often, but it's alright. It's never nice to live with a "might have been," but it happens.

Maybe the one that got away is the one who's already married. In which case it's the same thing. You just have to accept and know that your memories of that person will probably bring a nice little smile to your lips in the future when you're old and gray and reminiscing. But if neither of that is the case, then it's different. What do you do if it's not yet too late? Simple...find him, find her. Because the very existence of a "one that got away" means that you'll always wonder what if you got that one.

Ask him out to coffee; ask her out to a movie, it doesn't matter if you've dropped in from out of nowhere. You'd be surprised, you just might be "the one that got away" as well for the person who is your "the one that got away."

You might drop in from out of nowhere and it won't make a difference. If the timing is finally right, it'll all just fall into place somehow and you know. I'm thinking, it would be a great feeling in the end, to be able to say to someone, "Hey you, you're the one that ALMOST got away."

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after reading this, i just had the urge to scream CARPE DIEM at the top of my lungs. i wanted to believe that i express myself freely most of the time but in matters such as these i often find myself hiding in a shell. i read somewhere that people choose to be happy (andrew matthews, i think). to a certain extent, i believed that, but i also believe that choosing to make your loved one happy brings the purest form of happiness. even if it hurts. how ironic.

2.5

yesterday night, we went to tubataha in timog, q.c. to have a chat over a few bottles of beers. it was as though we have not tasted a drop of alcohol in years when in fact, a few nights earlier, we've been at it at a quiet beach in puerto galera. these days, our booze nights have become more frequent and each episode was a revelation in itself. take for example the fact that our boss was still here and that we're right smack in the middle of work week but it did not hinder us from going at it, right until the wee hours of the morning. everytime we did this, we learn more about each other and just when you thought you knew what was happening, the blindfold was taken out of your eyes and so were the plugs that covered your ears. the ghosts of the past stared you in the eye and you had no recourse but to challenge them head on while screaming at the top of your lungs. in the end you feel liberated and at the same time bound by the truths and secrets that you now share with this intimate company. you go home wondering if it were all true and after 2.5 hours of slumber, you go back to the real world with real responsibilities and a growing anticipation of the next drop of bitter nectar to soothe your tired soul.

mad max and the super mamas

i'd like to think that this would be another ordinary morning commute but no, i just had to take a ride with mad max and the super mamas.

10 minutes at the bus stop and a white taxi takes the u-turn. please let it be *******. yes! first one in. 1st mama gets in too and takes the seat beside me. down the street mama no.2 gets on board with her little girl.

turns out mama no.1 and mama no.2 knows each other. welcome to their world.

after the usual hellos they talked about their hijos muy bonito and the college entrance tests they plan to let the boys take. and their boys' crushes. of agressive girls and how (silly) boys lose their future through them. and other stuff other people around them do not really care about but cannot help but hear.

all this while mad max takes all the possible 'short cuts' there is taking into consideration that (1) the traffic jam should be worse than the original route (2) the path taken may not necessarily be for vehicles (read: sidewalk) (3) the short cut is at least twice the displacement of the original route.

i wanted to go autistic and play games on my phone but the battery's empty.

oh well. one's testimony is another's gossip.

dip me!

i swam for three consecutive nights at the pool with my good friend ailyn. first two nights at amy's place and the third at the ateneo.

we were supposed to have done it 4 nights in a row, were it not for cleaning day on wednesday.

night 1. thursday.
we went with amy to the pool at the rooftop of the condo and amy lounged while we took a dip at the pool. met 2 cute koreans at the pool. we tagged them as cholo and tristan after the lead characters in a korean soap opera. won d race against tristan. :-)

egotrip friday.
i chatted with my er, chatmate, on friday and told him about our swim last night. he got jealous, ha! figure that! we haven't even met. hmm... feeding the ego won't hurt hehehehe

night 2. friday.
this time amy did not come with us. toxic workload. we went up and chatted in between laps. we had quite a discussion on crushes and felt like two giddy highschool girls. in the end, we decided on the theme song of the night (theme from stairway to heaven) which went like this: langit ka at lupa ako. hanggang tanaw na lang ba tayo? (you are heaven and i'm earth. is gazing at each other, all we can do?) haha. how sad.

third day. saturday afternoon.
went to ateneo for a dip and guess who i saw? my college professor!!! inorganic chemistry lecturer to be exact. it took me about 10 minutes to remember who he was. hehehe. hi sir leon! after the formalities (in our bathing suits at that) we learned that he wants to get a job outside the university. oh well, a little change does not hurt. :-)

i rewarded myself with a roll of chocolate cake after that. oh well. there's always badminton on tuesday... hope we meet new people there too. :-)

now what?

today is my 3rd day as a 26 year old and this is the start of my employment's limbo status.

yes. limbo. i am working, but i'm unemployed right now.

my contract expired yesterday and the extension has not been worked out and here i am slaving away. pro bono.

i dunno what my mom's reaction was when i told her about this yesterday. i guess i was afraid to see what it was so i just headed straight to my room after giving her a peck on the cheek.

you see, i treated them out to dinner two nights ago at some steakhouse along Libis. why that steakhouse? well, bunsoy says he hasn't eaten there (so did we) and he wants to "experience" it. so despite the advice from my good friend charlie on not to go there, we still went ahead with it. (you see just the night before that, we had a memorial mass and dinner for my dad and our family's friends and most of my friends considered the dinner as part of the celebration my birthday next day.)

so there we were, eating away the complimentary dessert ( a birthday present from the dining place) and filling out the survey forms, when we asked for the bill.

holy crap. the first thing that came into my mind was - i could have bought several pairs of shoes from that high end shoe store i was eyeing and still have change left. or maybe that ridiculous dress that looked like second skin on me.

six and a half grand (roughly US$120) for a meal for seven. dang. at least the steak was good. some experience that was.

maybe last year i would not bat an eyelash for that amount. last year, i was not the family breadwinner. now, i am 26, head of the family, with at least a seven grand bill on my plastic next month and in job limbo today. btw, next month is enrolment time...hmmm.

my nape is aching. gotta cut down on cholesterol or i'm dead.

argh!

it's wednesday 10:19am and i don't want to be where i am right now.

possible alternate dimensions:
1. the movie theatre - i wonder what's on...
2. the mall - shopping always lifts my spirits up
3. the dentist - it's never-ending
4. the beach - my abs are in need of vitamin D
5. the pool - see number 4
6. the province - hello? manila is almost empty, save for drones like me

the blue bikini

so i was supposed to go to galera tomorrow with my buds but it just was not meant to be.

(1) the dentist
i went to the dentist last night to, what else, have my teeth checked and the dentist says i have to go back tomorrow (which means today) or on saturday and that it just cant wait.

(2) the job
going to the beach on the weekend meant that i had to unload all the backlog that i have accumulated plus the 2 newsletters that i sent out weekly plus the documents i have to fill in and check plus the daily grind i have to contend with. well you get the idea.

(3) extra moolah
nothing material in life is free, well most of the time, so if i wanna get mo money, some work has to be done. there's this paper that i could write w/c will give me a third of what i get for one whole month. not bad for 3-5 days work.
just had to squeeze it in.

since i'm gonna miss galera this saturday, might as well do the sideline thingie.

as for now, it's booze night friday.

no galera tomorrow, so maybe i'll just take a dip in the pool on sunday.

in case you're wondering why it's named blue bikini, well, i bought myself another one today at lunch time. hehehe

still hoping to hit the beach :-) summer has just started.

guilt trip

thursday morning. being my usual self, i had to haul myself out of bed and go to work. i boarded this Tamaraw FX and handed the driver a crisp P20 bill. "Bayad po." (Here's my fare." I said to no one in particular. About 20m after, my seatmate, a woman in long-sleeves striped shirt that is the EXACT print as my short-sleeved one that THANKFULLY i didn't wear today, handed her P20 bill as well, and then it happened.

the driver goes "P5 pa po. Yung nagbayad kanina ng P20, kulang din ng P5." (P5 more. To the one who paid earlier, you also owe me P5.)
the fun begins.

the passenger in the midsection goes "meron kasing tumatanggap ng P20 lang" (there are some who are content with getting only P20).

to which my lady seatmate follows up with "di kasi pare-pareho ang singil ninyo. dapat maglagay kayo ng notice." (you charge different fares [for the same distance or trip]. you should put up a notice.)

and to add fuel to the fire, i go "bawal nga yan pagtaas nyo ng presyo e" (increasing the fare [of an fx service] is against the law.)
then silence.

needless to say. we still gave him his crappy five pesos, but not without a mouthful.

hehehe.

sometimes, being stuck in traffic is not all that bad...

feeling imeldific

in less than a week, i bought 2 pairs of shoes (strappy heels, actually) and i haven't used any of them.

good thing my plastic can only take so much or else i won't be able to control myself.

haaay....