I Have Game. Do You?

Let me tell you something about myself: I've been known, well, by close friends, to skip certain levels when 'forming' a relationship with the opposite sex. Think what you want, I don't care. That's the way I am. I don't exactly conform with the norm , if you know what I mean. I'm not a rare specie though, there are others like me, male and female. We have this way of thinking: if there's a connection, if there's a spark, let's take it for a ride and see where it takes us. Simple. We get burned. Hell yes, we do. It hurts but you just get up, brush the dirt off, and hope you play the game right come the next round. Again, simple. I was having fun as a single woman who has just got out of a 6-year relationship. I was dating again. I was on the right track. For awhile I was dating this guy I met online. The conversation was always enlightening. But I couldn't stand being lied to. I cut off the relationship as soon as I f...

In my entry yesterday, I posted that I wasn't able to go to Raffy's gig in BF, and since he made my Thursday afternoon hell by texting me all sort of things and making me guilty, I made a promise to go with him to his gig last night, Maundy Thursday, at BED in Malate. Met up with him at around 12mn at Bryan's place in Kamagong. When I arrived Raffy, Kuya Adi (Bryan's older bro), and Tito Greg (the Malantic bros daddy groovy) were watching 24 season 2. Since Raffy will not be spinning until 2am, we watched and made tambay muna until 1:30am. Before 2am, we were in Malate. It was deserted: Well, of course, what did I expect on a Maundy Thursday, right? Geez. Anyway, went inside BED and it was full. The Malate people were already inside. And, may I say, that I felt absolutely safe inside. It was full of queers. Don't get me wrong, I love my gay friends and gay people in general: stylish, go-getters, creative geniuses. Now, girls, heave a sigh and just think: If only t...

Currently listening to AkaFellas. I love their style and their songs. Astig sobra . I miss watching them at Dish. Kailan kaya susunod... Anyway, long weekend ito. I can't wait to beach myself. Was supposed to go to Raffy's gig last night at Rafs77 in BF South (@mpot@h, ang layo kasi eh...), but had no car and had to do overtime ng 1 hour. I missed the oysters na naman. Grr. I thought I was going to be home early, around 1:30am, but just when I was musing on what to do once I get home, I got a text from the Badboy himself (hm-hm...Raffy, 'wag na mag-react ...). Asking if I was home and if I had plans. Told him I was still in the office. He texted that he was in the Makati area and was wondering if I wanted to have a really late dinner with him, his treat. I was hesitant to text back, but as if he was reading my mind, he texted as pahabol : Just dinner, that's it. Ü I had to laugh at that hirit. Said sure, picked me up at Valero after 15 minutes, then went off to meet h...

Will be going to Boracay on April 7-10. OMG. I'm going and I can't back out now. Whew. I'm going back to the original Island of Sin . Hahhaha! It'll be an all-girls beach trip: Me, Mayette, Mishee, Say, Tricia, Aira. Yikes. 5 single girls (except for Tricia, Dada Ryan, will be going to Bora as well). I'm sure it'll be a blast but past trips have been... hmm... for lack of a better word... noteworthy. I wasn't actually going. I backed out a week ago because of a family thingie that I had to go to. My mind was set, and my money safe in the bank. But all changed yesterday. Mayette texted that she, along with Tricia, Say, and Abbey, were going malling and asked if I wanted to come along. Hmm. Wasn't really planning on going out. I was keen on finishing Sophie Kinsella's 'Shopaholic & Sister' which I bought 2 weeks ago. But my 'shopping is better than sex' philosophy ( of course, unless someone is good enough to change this philos...

I still remember the night my mom and I had a long talk. My sister was away on a mission ata, so I slept with my mom in her room. My mom, when we sleep beside her, gusto niya holding hands, so I was groping around for her hand under the sheets and when I tried to grasp it, I felt that she was holding onto something like paper. I asked her what it was and she said it was a picture of my dad. (That was the time I was having issues with my work in the government.) She said that she has been holding onto it every night eversince my 'problem' started, and if my dad was alive, he would be doing everything to help me win the 'war'. She said how my dad loved me so much more than anyone else, more than her. She said I look so much like my dad, even my personality. She reminded me my dad had only 2 pictures in his office; a family portrait on the wall and a picture of me on his desk. And if my dad only knew how much pain his dream was causing me, he wouldn't have pushed me o...

I'm pissed tonight so forgive me if I blabber about some things which are nonsensical, if there is such a fucking word. My mind is at its breaking point and I just need to let out a few good rants. If you may.... Rant #1: Now, why do men think that you are easy when you, a woman, openly discuss sex with them? When I openly discuss sex with you, it does not mean that I want to do you. When I openly discuss sex with you it does not mean I want you as a fubu. When I openly discuss sex with you it does not mean I want to get laid. When I openly discuss sex with you it does not mean that we could get a sleazy room and shack until kingdom come. Yes, I did say that I crave for intellectually-stimulating conversations. Yes, I did say that sex is a good topic for one. But don't get me wrong; if you are looking for a lay, you ain't gonna get any from me. You want a piece of me? You're going to have to do more ---- much much more than have a sexually-oriented conversation with me...

I discovered India.Arie a couple of months ago while listening to Yahoo! LaunchCast. And I was blown away with her songs, lyrics and simple soul. I'm not a music critic nor an audiophile, far from it. But India.Arie caught me off guard. Her songs are so relaxing and subtle. The last time I felt this way about music was with Zhane 's repertoire. Let me share an India.Arie song... The Truth Let me tell you why I love him Cause' he is the truth Said he is so real And I love the way he makes me feel. And if I am a reflection of him then, I must be fly cause he's light, it shines so bright, I wouldn't lie. I remember the very first day that I saw him. I found myself immediately intrigued by him. It's almost like I knew this man from another life. Like back then maybe I was his husband and maybe he was my wife. And even the things I don't like about him are fine with me, because it's not hard for me to understand him because he's so much like me. And it...

1am. I've got to sleep but I can't. I have to be awake by 6am to arrive at 7:30am in our offices in Eastwood for training. I cannot absolutely wait for Thursday when I'll be back to my 11pm to 8am shift. Naman. The reason I'm still awake is: I'm thinking. Hahaha. Palagi naman eh. I was offered an advertising job in Singapore by my cousin's best friend. I was, err, still am contemplating on accepting it, but not as seriously as a couple of weeks ago. I don't know. I'm at a crossroads, I think. To go or not to go. A good friend, Lady, is actually moving there this year. At least if I do decide to accept the offer, I'll have someone to make tambay and have night-outs with. The offer was actually made a month and a few days ago to this day. I was having dinner with my cousins and some friends when Henry, my cousin's best friend, asked me if I wanted to go to Singapore to work for/with him. At that time, it really was an opportunity which was too goo...

***Yes, yes, I know that this entry is long overdue. I ask for your forgiveness, soul sister. But here it is. Kahit late ng 1 buwan. Bwahahaha! Ahlabshoo Mayette! Went to La Union with my soul sister, Mayette, for a beach-ing and surfing weekend last Feb 5-6. Mayette has been surfing for like 2 months now and I was really keen on learning how to myself. Anyway, I had my work schedule changed Friday (Feb 4) so that I went to work 2pm to 11pm. Went home to get my things and do some last-minute packing, then met Mayette at Partas Station in Aurora. The bus left at around 1:30am, mag-2am na rin yun siguro. We arrived at San Juan at around 5:45am, just grabbed a quick breakfast at Burger Machine then we tried to look for Surf Camp, which was supposed to be the meeting place of surfers from all over the world. Spent an hour looking for the gudamn place. When we peeked at the beach, we were disappointed to see a lot of rocks protruding on the beach and near the shore. Definitely not the plac...

Straight shift = 18 hours in the office. Working. Just working. 12:43pm. Started work at 12mn for my Thursday shift. It's now Friday, 12:43pm. And now I'm dead tired. And I have 6 more evals to make. ARGH. My table is a mess. Papers strewn all over the desk. Pens and markers here and there. Celphone won't stop ringing and flashing. And horror of all horrors, I just got the error message that the computer is low on system resources and will need to be restarted. Aaaaano baaaaaaaaa?! I've been interrupted from work 7 times...by 7 different people...with 1 concern. Yes, I tried to get some shut-eye in the lounge, that was around 1:50pm. But to my utter dismay, the same time I dropped myself on a vacant Laz-y boy, someone immediately started snoring. Oh, no, I meant SNOOOOOOOOORING. Gademit. I miss my bed. I miss my fluffy pillows. I miss my teddy bears, Fitzimmons and Kipling. I miss my cat who'll curl up beside me when I sleep. Hell, I even miss my intercom which I ...