ARGH.

Just got home from work. Argh.

Antok. Will update after a few days. I'm actually on leave today because I have a night-out: An impromptu high school batch reunion in Pier One Ortigas (tara na!) then some groovin' at Embassy later on.

BUT

parang ayaw kong lumabas...Season Finale ng CSI: Las Vegas. 2 hours. AND Quentin Tarantino is directing.

Gademit.

Of Igno, Bab and Brosia.

*** Was supposed to post this more than a month ago because I was waiting for Mr. Pol Medina's response to my email... to no avail... so am posting it now...

Bought myself the 17th issue of Pugad Baboy , along with F. Sionil Jose's My Brother My Executioner , a few weeks ago but I only was able to read through PB a few days ago when I was waiting for calls to monitor and rate.

Halfway through it, I was suppressing my giggles to the hilt.

Never fails to make people think I'm insane I kept on getting these weird, fearful looks by the other QAs in the batcave. Hehe.

Lemme share 3 strips which really killed me...

Kosa nga eh.

Uhm, loko.

at ang pamatay...

Tinginang Brosia 'to.

Jez wanna spread the gift of Pugad Baboy... laughter.

Ciao, everyone!

***Get yourself a copy, dali! Get all 17 issues, I implore you. I have all of them. And for Php 125 @, not bad...not bad at all.

**strips are owned by Pol Medina Jr.

Twisted Sunshine.

Nobody wants to have a twisted sunshine.

I don't want one. I don't need one in my current frame of mind. But after much deliberating, and then accepting the inevitable, I have surmised that I have one... much to my chagrin.

This twisted sunshine of mine makes me goofy-eyed. He plays tricks on my mind, and secretly, on my heart.

When he lays a finger on my skin, I can't help but respond.

My twisted sunshine is there when I need him, when I am in want. He gives me what I crave, what I pine for. He makes me laugh. He makes me smile. He makes me want to quit smoking.

He is always in the background, blending in with the crowd, only making his move when he sees fit.

I know he doesn't think much of me, except for the fact that we are friends.

Check that. Fact... friends... ?

Now it seems like I walk among faceless people. No direction. No destination.

Everything is a blur, alas, once again.

It's frightening because the urge to weep has left me. I don't feel the need for tears. Maybe I am beginning to be numb to the misery and pain.

It's sick, being honest to other people... when I lie to myself.

How lame is that?!

My twisted sunshine.

Maybe I should say 'No' one time.

Just one time...

then after that maybe my heart could just stop beating altogether.

Of Farewells and Missed Chances.

Brace yourself. Long post ahead. Well, not that long.. .just... long.

Game na? Game...

Friday night found me in San Lorenzo village for April's despedida party. Twas fun and sad at the same time. Lots of pics, again. Hehe. Check it out in my Multiply account.

Went home with puffy red eyes, a numb face and a freaking headache.

Knowing that April will be flying back to Australia the next day was really heavy for our hearts, especially for Mishel.

If I had Mayette for my soul sister, Mishel had April. You could see the sadness in Mishel's eyes.

As a take-home present, Mishel gave April a scrapbook. Now, this is totally out of Mishel's character. It is NOT her to make a scrapbook. When we were going through the pages of the scrapbook, which contained old pep pictures, block pics, practices, gimmicks, it was evident to me that it was made with patience, love and affection. Mishel revealed to me that she did contact a lot of people for many of the pics. Haggled, pushed, shoved a lot to make the scrapbook a treasure as it is. She wanted to give April something which will remind her of the great time we had while she was here in Manila: our Bora trip, Galera beach trips, numerous Pier 1 inumans, Jaipur/Embassy/Dusk night-outs, those 'tara-inuman-tayo-ngayon-kala-Say' texts at 11pm, Tagaytay trips.

Anyway, the party lasted until sunrise. Bianca and I were fixing the tables and collecting the empty bottles, and we were amazed at the amount of alcohol we had consumed. A whole lot of 1L Red Horse bottles, more than 8 bottles of pareng Empoy (for those who are not in-the-know: Emperador), bottles of Tequila Rose, 2-4 bottles of champagne and wine, a case or two of those big plastic bottles of softdrinks, and then the gallon of GinPom the pep boys pulled out from nowhere.

When it was time for me to go home, I had a hard time keeping my composure. Eventually, just as I feared, I had a tearful goodbye with April. It was like the first time she left: a lot of tears and kisses, few words and tight hugs.

Again, I'm never good at good-byes.

Be safe, April.

We'll always have Bora.

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The next day..................

I missed the Neil Gaiman book signing. Ugh. 'Nyeta.

My copy of 'American Gods' and 'Stardust' were already stashed in my bag, and even if I had a hangover from April's despedida party in San Lo, I was determined to go to Rockwell and brave the crowd.

But as luck would have it, my brother and his wife had to attend a wedding, the yayas were given the day-off and have already left, my sister had to accompany my mom for her check-up... and so... I was tasked to bring my 2 nephews to a birthday party in Megamall that 3:30pm.

Nakngpot@h. Hey, I love my nephews to pieces, but we're talking about Neil Gaiman here. NEIL GAIMAN.

Repeat after me: NEIL. GAIMAN.

There'll be other birthday parties my nephews can attend in the coming months naman diba? C'mon, missing this one wouldn't hurt, right?

I begged. I pleaded. I wanted to throw a tantrum. Well, I wanted to but baka masampal pako ng kuya ko. Hehe.

Melo called me up and I had to break the news that I wouldn't be able to go. She then informed me that Neil would be reading an excerpt from his new book, Anansi Boys.

Saksakin niyo na lang ako. Grr.

Dominic, my 7 year-old nephew came in my room and I was taken aback with what he said. "Tita, you could always just come back for us. Ako na bahala kay Raymund.'

Aw, man. I explained to him although I am disappointed, I would never, ever leave them somewhere just so I can attend to my 'want.' So, instead of braving the 3,000 crowd in Rockwell, I lovingly brought my nephews to their party.

I was pretty much okay after that. Tired, hungover, sleepy but okay.

Then I found out that my cute tall geek officemate (yes, the guy in my Desperately Wanting entry) was in the book signing as well AND was with Melo and Aiah the whole freaking time.

Nooooooooooooo...IT...CAN-NOT...BEEEEE...

Pakiabot nga yung blade. Pakipasa na rin yung calamansi.

Hindi ko kinaya. Waaaaaaah!

*hikbi*

Was sulking the whole Saturday night. Re-read 'American Gods' while soaking in the tub.

Good thing my Saturday night turned into... hmm... an eventful one... if you know what I mean.

De-stress? Hah!

Desperately Wanting.

Haaaaaaa! I found his blog. Pakshet. Thanks, Kerry. It's actually devoid of any pictures, design or tools, just entries.

Actually the surprise was that he has one, but now that I've thought of it, why not? I like the way he writes. And it's wonderful that he relates so much about himself without ever really revealing anything.

Talk about intellectually-stimulating. *grrrrrrrrrowl*

Fuck. I've been owned.

My friends know that I've this thing for cute men with glasses. Well, not really geeky but men who actually look and are smart. Not just some wannabe geek.

He was this guy in the office that I've been eyeing: tall, nice fair skin, broad shoulders, wavy hair, beautiful eyes with long lashes behind the glasses. Never noticed him before until that one time in March in the pantry when I was having merienda with Lucio and he came in for a drink. I think Lucio noticed that I was looking too hard at the guy that he called him by his first name and made small talk.

I thought to myself, 'Shit. Yari.'

By the time we were back in our work stations, Louie said that he'd set me up with the guy. Uh, yeah. So ever since that time when the guy would walk past the QA station Louie would call him: 'Hey, ----. You've met Rose, right? Rose! Rose!?' I'd never rise from my chair and risk being seen with this deep red flush on my cheeks as if I've downed too many rhum cokes. A few times, I'd see him in the yosihan, but I'd be too shy to say hi, so I'd just smile (sometimes to myself, hehe) and keep my distance. One time I was alone in the 14th floor, I was going through our lateral when I saw him with his teammates, and with a new haircut. Smiled at each other as he passed me by. Hella thought I was gonna faint.

Hayup ka talaga, Louie. Animal.

Kerry and Fats joined the bandwagon. We were in the batcave when they called his office to request something. Bigla ko na lang narinig, 'Uy ----, sabi ni Rose 'Hi.'

I was like, 'The hell?!' Kerry (mahal kita pero hinayupak ka talaga, haha) couldn't stop laughing. He was laughing, too. Then he said, 'Pakisabi 'Hi' rin sa kanya.'

Hokay. *dazed mode: ON*

Ampotah. Kaya ayokong kinikilig ako eh. Ack.

For the first time in my life, I'm diffident. Yikes. What is happening to me? I've always been aggressive but I'm apprehensive at the moment.

Putcha, maybe Raffy is right: I am losing my touch. Haha.

Gademit, Rose. Umayos ka.

And hell no! I won't put his link here lest I be discovered and... and... hmm... yun nga... discovered.

Grr. Anoooooobaaaaaaaaaa?!

From Black to Silver.

Beautiful.

Just gad-dem beautiful.

*nearing sexual satisfaction now....*