I Have Game. Do You?

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.

*** 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.

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 nee...

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,...

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...

Beautiful. Just gad-dem beautiful. *nearing sexual satisfaction now....*