I Have Game. Do You?

Earlier today, a classmate of mine from Maestro Ryan Cayabyab's school of music and I met up. We haven't seen each other for awhile so we had a lot of things to catch up on. When she found out that my long-term relationship has gone kaput, I thought she was going to cry. She then asked - no -- she demanded how was I able to sustain a 6-year relationship? I was actually silent for, like, 10 seconds. She laughed out loud at my silence, cursing me that it was in bad taste I had to think. She and her man have just been together for 3 months and, like any new couple, would like to 'spend the rest of our lives together.' Was it that easy for the both of us to just part ways and live individually? Hell, no. It's never easy. My nephews would always look for him, always asking if Tito will bring food or new games for the PS. My mom, during the first few weeks, would often slip and ask/tell me things: if he was still sleeping wake him up para mag-almusal; baka ma-late sa...

It's 11:30 pm and I just arrived in the office. And I'm... I don't know... tired. Tired and frustrated. Yeah, my ass is too lazy to do any kind of work. I haven't read any of my emails or opened any of my rating templates. Shit. I just want to file a month-long vacation and leave this gudamn place. Let me tell you why the fuck I'm ranting away: 1. The program which I've been in since I started here has been reduced to 30 reps. To think Nitro was the biggest program (in SBU) then with almost 300 agents. We were around, oh, 12-14 QAs then. And now Nitro OB has one. Nitro IB has me. My other team mates have been displaced to other BUs (business units). I've been missing them ever since. 2. Kit is resigning to help out in their family business. I know, I know. I'm not mad at her. Kit has been very patient with me, very understanding of my bitchy ways. Sobrang bait. I'm just feeling a little apprehensive because I'll be under a new team, a new tea...

Group Hug! Yahoo! and MSN Messenger are going to be working together! I cannot wait for this one. I'm an MSN groupie, I must admit for the 2nd time in my blog. I wasn't really using my YM up until a good 2 years ago when friends noted I never went online through YM, and if I was I'd just be online for an hour then log-off. I had to explain I was working as a rep for an MSN account and I had to be very familiar with MSN Messenger so I could handle technical calls concerning the damn thing. AND since it was MSN-IATS, MSN Messenger was the only chatware we were allowed to install in our PC. MSN Messenger just grew on me. Now I use MSN and Windows Messenger and YM. Hay. Wala lang. Natuwa lang ako sobra. Hehe. Will post something worthwhile soon... maybe later... ciao!

J: (swallows the tequila with a grimace) You made a mistake. You made a wrong choice. Live with it. Masyado ka kasing passionate eh. Tsk. (pours me a shot) I-shot mo na yan. Me: Ang dali ah. (looks at the tequila shot with disdain) You know, gusto ko lang i-share sa'yo; I read somewhere that anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. And that there are too many mediocre things in life to deal with BUT love shouldn't be one of them. How true is that, 'no? And I believe that, I do. That's what I've been doing: when I fall in love, I make sure it's mad, it's passionate, and it's extraordinary. (shoots the tequila and looks for a chaser that doesn't have scotch in it) Hindi naman mali yun, diba? J: (Takes the shot I hand him and looks me in the eyes) No, it's not wrong. You just have to know when to stop loving, when to stop being passionate. (lick, shoots and sucks) And you don't have to explain yourse...

Don't have time to post a new entry, I'm still uploading pics BUT I'm not busy to share this freakin' funny video (got it from Dunedain from PEx). Made my day, really. Lolo's Magic It's not gonna be there forever ika nga ni Dunedain so if you want a copy just shoot me an e-mail. Oh, if you have dial-up, it's gonna take some time. It's 6.55 MB. Enjoy! Ciao.

I lie in wet sand. Eyes closed. I feel the sea caressing my ankles as they bow to the tide… slowly, almost sensuously... and I fantasize... and I begin to wish on the last star I see to let the night stay. I feel the last surge of the cold water embrace me... I feel the tiny hairs on my shoulders, my arms and on my bare belly stand on end... I hear myself moan. A throaty, cat-like purr escapes my salty lips. And I fantasize with no end in sight. A whiff passes my nostrils... of orchids and mint ... my back arches from the beautiful scent and I struggle to gain control... I breathe deeper... languid breaths relax what remains of my tingling soul. I lie in still wet sand. I open my eyes. The sun is peeking. I can see its rays trying to reach me. Ah. Daylight. I try to move away. Inch by inch. My mind flashes with images of refuge. But I still lie. It is a losing battle, I know. Foolish of me to ponder that I can run away from the laws of nature. So I succumb to the light. I give in to ...

So, the day of reckoning has come. Hehe. I am, as of today, officially 29. Anyway, amusingly, more than one friend texted me, ' How does it feel to be almost 30?' I replied: Age ain't nuthin' but a numbah. And then ---- it hit me. I am almost 30. Well, how does it feel to be 'almost' 30, you say? Oh, it doesn't feel any different when I was 28... or 27... or 26. Hmm. The way I feel hasn't changed. The adding of 1 year to my age hasn't added any burden to my chaotic, dramatic, unconventional life. Physically, no difference. Emotionally, hmm, quite (oh shoot, no details muna). Spiritually... hey, I’m getting there. I say: It's all about perspective and attitude. I think my perspective all changed when I turned 25. That was when my real life began. In my early 20's, I knew some people viewed me as unorthodox and rebellious, always turning up their nose when I pass them by. I used to care what they think. I used to make sure I behaved properly w...