I Have Game. Do You?

I'm a very sensible person. I am amiable. Geez, sometimes I'm too nice for my own good . If you treat me with the respect and good nature I deserve I will extend the same courtesy to you. But treat me unwisely, I may-- hell--I will give you a piece of my mind, a short but big piece of my obscene and crazy mind. I've been called a bitch several times. I don't mind. It's true. You don't call me or ask your friends to call me on my cell phone, call me a bitch, and then hang up. You don't ask your male friends to call me at an ungodly hour to roughly ask me for sex. You don't call my home and tell the people I love I'm a no-good woman. Hell no. You do not drag my family in this mess you created. You say you read through my blogs and one of these days you'll post my entries in yours, and on your friends’ blogs, to expose my so-called ‘secrets’. Why not do it now? And do I really merit such recognition from someone of your stature and level? Yo...

Just random thoughts for now... ***Am on leave! Sa wakas. A long weekend ahead for me. If my beach trip to Puerto Galera will not push through... hmm... will change my template ...again. Hehe. ***Oh, yeah, will have to finish burning those Harry Potter audiobooks and mp3s to CDs which I owe Aiah, Krissy, Louie, and Nenny. ***Argh. Am tempted to change my layout all over again... Ano ba?! *** Beach House 04.05 has been out for a week or two now and I'm still waiting for my order. I've been hearing a lot of good things about the tracks in it. A handful of old familiar tracks are in it but with a new mix. Excited nako. Leche. Ang tagal ah. ***Will be meeting my good friend, Chris , tomorrow for lunch. She'll be getting married in June 2006 and so we'll be going to Mang Ben Farales' shop in Manila tomorrow for the finalization of the gown designs and measurements. I have 2 Farales gowns already, and am now making room in my closet for my third one. Hehe. Ayan, may ...

With nothing to do when I got home from work early today, I decided to clean my mess of a study table. Going through the drawer I came across the journal that I kept under lock and key. I've almost forgotten about it. My heart skipped a beat as I opened it with its key, knowing full well that opening it and reading past memories would rekindle some small amount of sadness, guilt, and anger. I was flipping through its pages when I my eye caught the thick red pen writing. I opened it and I was transported back to the year 1999. Argh. Had a knack for using the vernacular for poems, essays and journal entries. I love the fluidity of Tagalog prose and sentences, of how it comes together to form a thought. Hmm. Maybe I should write my next entries entirely in Tagalog. Anyway - I digress. I'm very candid about my life in this blog, but this is nothing compared to what I have written in my journals. They contain the inner workings of my true self. At the end of this entry, permit me to...

Friday shift. Twas our 4:00am lunch. Krissy, Louie, and I were at one side of the table facing the TV in the pantry. Kerry was on the other side facing Krissy. TV was beside the door. Halfway through my Pork Teriyaki, the door opened and in came... my cute geeky officemate... without glasses *himatay* Took all of my self-control not to smile stupidly as he passed by our table to the water dispensers located at the back of the pantry. My peripheral vision told me that Kerry and Krissy were looking at me with this knowing look. I felt my cheeks burning. Of course, Lucio was with us so I braced myself for the onslaught of hirits... "Hey, ----!" blah blah blah (hindi ko na matandaan yung flow...) still Lucio, "----, kain tayo." "Bakit Louie, susubuan mo ako?" said he. "Hindi..." Oh my God, ang poise ko...steady lang... "...pero si Rose, susubuan ka niya." I almost choked on my pork teriyaki... Kerry and Krissy couldn't help thems...