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Monday, 31 July 2006

TOO MUCH BAD TRIP CAN MAKE YOU VOMIT

A couple of weeks ago my ex flew in Manila from Belgium. This ex is one of my closest ex to date. When we separated 2 years ago, drama wasn't grinding like my recent separation. Except for when he first came back and he expected us to reunite. Too bad i fell in love with Frenchy then.

We don't get frilly nowadays and it's so breezy to talk about hunting the next girl or boy who can come down on our knees. It came so natural for our lips to french kiss sans the tingling smack of it from the heart. To lie in bed together and just savor our singleton life. No ruffles. No misty water colored memories. I love it.

As expected a bakasyon grande was planned for the benefit of the balikbayans. We went to the nearest white sand beach in Manila--- Puerto Galera. Of course i had to double up my work load and play seer to anything that would pop out of work in the middle of my undeclared vacation.

KILLER WAVES

It was rainy before we went there but it turned out nice on the beach. The sand and the waves and the sun finally shining on my life. Thank you Sergio Mendes for providing me a very good last song syndrome. Well, lets exempt the waves the first day we arrived. You see, the waves were very murderous as i had sustained tons of cuts from being capsized by a gargantuan wave. Haayy... grabe. I thought i was going to die like the deaths in Bangkok. I flipped thrice with all my bikini coming off and my breast pads flying. Gahd. I cried in the middle of my flipping and no one was unshocked to help. After 5 slaps on the back, 3 consecutive flips, sand on my butt, me next to nudity and a silent cry, I survived. Emotional trauma was zapped as the waves had been kinder the following day.

NIGHTLIFE

I also love the galera nightlife teeming with homosexual bartenders and waiters. Love the wind at night. Love the attire (where else can you wear a bikini at night). Love the vodka. Love the beach/restroom. Love my bag. But wait a minute?! Where's my bag? ASAN NA YUNG PUTANGINANG BAG KO! There goes my sunny disposition, somebody stole my fucking maroon sling bag that was bought in Sagada by my exboyfriend. Grabe. This just does not happen to me. I cannot permit this violation. I had to control myself. NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO STEAL. Punyeta. Yes, its just a bag but its my FUCKING MAROON SLING BAG THAT WAS BOUGHT IN SAGADA BY MY EXBOYFRIEND. The bag contained 2 cellphones, my lucky chaka doll designed pink wallet, a wacoal bra, a tissue and an ugly necklace.

It didn't matter really that much on any given day but but but the thing that blew my top was the money in the wallet to be spent for my Mom and Dad's gift. You see moodrahbel and i are not close. It's my first time to buy a decent gift for her and this could mean something for our relationship. Then it was lost by some island urchin. No way. I'm gonna send some DRAMA right now.

In short, nag-hurumintado ako sa bar at nagsisigaw, pinaghahampas ang mga upuan at pinagyabang na ipapasuplong ko sila kay Mike Enriquez at nagbanta: Hindi nila ako kilala. I said that in a very Vito Corleone kind of way. Then i vomitted right in front of every body and cried all the way back to our cottage. With a new set of bruises for my own paghuhurumintado.

The following day the police came over our place and handed me my very lucky chaka doll designed wallet and 2 cellphones. They got the culprit. A native known for stealing stuff from visitors. Its the first time for him to be charged and the first time for him to actually hand over stolen items. I gave him some very positive lecture on karma. 4 people are now in jail for that. Next time you go there don't trust people who offer shrooms or weed. They are actually people who check how fat your wallets are.

I wish somebody recorded me on my pagwawala. I'd like to see myself at my worst and baddest of all trips that my body could no longer take my expletives i had to vomit.

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Thursday, 20 July 2006

GREAT EXPECTATIONS

Has anyone seen this movie? It just popped into my mind when somebody from my old college texted me about a play their mounting for the newcomers.

Great Expectations. I love it. Tagline goes 'Let desire be your destiny' Just how sexy and disarming that line could lead you? I think this movie catapulted Gwyneth Paltrow to the pedestal that she is now. I loved this movie so much that i am going to name my first child, be it a boy or a girl, Finn, after Ethan Hawke's character. I ache for a movie to be made like this in the Philippines. Subdued and powerful. My heart got misty eyed for this.

Going back to the thing that made me pop this movie. It's a text invite and its so ironic for me to think about this movie or probably just the words of the movie with the dictionary meaning. Let's just say i have great expectations from this invite to our old college group. But i did think about it in an ironic way.

You see I was once delight. I have been cupped and torn by this fire that we all share back then in college. Its a different thing. College theatre. We were students then but we weren't really ordinary students. It was that time when we were trained of what we can do when we graduate. It's a vocational course for being a skilled employee in the future. Yes, we can graduate as lawyers or as HR practitioners or as stockbrokers but we had a little more jazz to offer than the rest because back then we did college theatre.

Our college eyes knew what was viable on stage and what was not. We had to smell everything and bow our head down to check the nit and grit. I guess i was much more previliged back then since I had a different take for that liking in theatre. I continued and immersed myself with the Ivy leagues after college. I was given new spectacles in terms of that art and i really really liked it. Smothered myself and rolled over it. But times a changin and what was then was past tense.

I don't know what im saying but when i do come back to see them again. I wish for endorphins.

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Wednesday, 19 July 2006

UNEARTHED

i went through my really old emails (450 emails at that) to look for my old old resume. And look what i found? Bones from the past. Notes from ex-lovers. Old jokes. Mansanas' rants about law school. My letters to Poodrahbel 6 years ago when he left us. This one i particularly wrote to him October of 2000.

What was it like living without Papa sa bahay:

1. you don't wake up hearing his nose blowing so hard

outside. (parang lalabas pati utak)

2. we can get to watch some of the TV sopas operas

starred by the equally pathetic Judy Ann Santos and

Claudine Barreto

3. we don't get to hear much of those U2 and Queen

sounds.

4. no one calls at the jalousy saying " POdying..,

Bilog?" at 1 am.

5. we can always use the computer, play inhumane

flesh-abusing games that were installed.

6. we don't eat decent, all-original food ( as in

gulay, ampalaya, etc.)

7. i get cravings for the pipino concoction papa made

( since wala siya sa bahay, pano ako gagawa non?)

8. i don't have a living tagalog-english dictionary

around (that means i really have to whack my brains

out and spend 8.00 to call a classmate on what's the

tagalog of chalk,snow etc.)

9. no one stays up late in the night to watch tv.

10.i don't know where to find a blasted book,(since si

papa lang naman ang nakakaalam non)

11. lagi na lang mainit ang ulo ng mga tao sa bahay.(

walang shock absorber, kasi si papa lang ang

complacent)

to be concluded, yan pa lang as of presstime.

ilove you and i miss you!

geng

And this was his reply:

Recipe for cucumber salad: peel,cut medium-size cucumber in fine

wedges; arrange in a bowl. in separate bowl, combine two-three tablespoons

sugar, a cup of white vinegar, a pinch of salt, and some black pepper powder.

the vinaigrette mixture ought to be mixed according to your taste, then,

pour over cucumber wedges; refrigerate; enjoy after a 30-minute chill.

The frequent bouts with colds were, wouldya believe, a result of

stress? Ah, another one of my peers bit the dust only last week-- someone named Val who had terrible eating and drinking habits-- no physical regimen. I won't miss him and I won't emulate lousy diets; I still do every other day

work-outs... I'll outlive 'em all and write masterpieces before I meet my MAKER.

Ah, you only get to appreciate someone/something when it's no longer

there. So, take care and be good. God bless you all.

PAPA DONG A.D.

** Poodrahbel came back in the household 2 years ago

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Tuesday, 18 July 2006

HOHUM

I have nothing cool to write about. I just puked last night due to deadly concoctions of alcohol. SanMig light+vodka+pizza+vodka+tequila. Ayun. I think the tequila bullied my innards. Provoked me to puke on my ex. He flew in from Belgium pala and we are so much more better this way.

Haay... i was durog and wasak at the same time. I vomitted again on our banyo with some chunky bits and and pieces of pepperoni. i dissed Leila who wanted to sleep in our place and was coincidentally durog at that time. I slept on the banyo for 15minutes. How pathetic. I hate being this way. I was so mabaho the morning i woke up. Never again. but Durog queens ruled that night.

I am getting fatter. Wala nang magkasya sa akin na hindi ako magmumukhang buntis. Anyway, i love my skin but i don't think i will like the idea of buying new set of clothes just to accomodate my new size. All of my clothes then were the size of an adik.

Got my passport yesterday too. A triumph.

I hope everything goes well for others.

posted by gengcooker at 12:42 | link | comments

Thursday, 06 July 2006

ARIES (MARCH 21 to APRIL 19)

Horoscope for yesterday.

You might be tempted to take refuge in drugs or drinking too much today. Actually, this will only make things worse. Many people feel confused and discouraged today--- you're not alone.

***

Last last night, me and AD went to 70's Bistro. It's been a long while honey. Bistro, home of rock and roll and jazz and some folk music and more rock n roll. We went there just to get the feeling of it. We've been missing that high on frets of music and attitudinal rockstars. Rivermaya was the featured band that night. Not exactly a fan of their music but they're good, really good.

First front act was an acoustic set by someone who sounded like Dave Matthews that looked like Craig David and an excellent guitarist by the name of Kakoi Legaspi. This guitarist was an acquaintance in college, he's the friend of my ex-boyfriend studying in the College of Science. I have very clear memory of acquaintances and I'm glad to see these short acquaintances to be more brilliant than what was first introduced. They played some beautiful Maroon 5, Pearl Jam covers and some Sting. Me and AD agreed on a fact that Sting is one of the most graceful men on the planet next to Clint Eastwood. No one can top it if you have a man as graceful as them.

Then this band Mojofly comes. They're cute. Then comes Itchyworms who sang a song similar to what i innately feel and thus has become my song for the night. Actually i don't know the title but it's in Filipino and it has something to do with beer and somebody's love. The first line goes "Maglalasing ako... or something... dahil wala ka na..." then it comes with a choice or a comparison "ang beer na ito o ang pag-ibig mo"

Then i reminisced my 'those were the days' days. Junkie days just drinking everyday with equally junked up guys who shared and spared ears for all our frustration and hopes, transcending gender and preferences. We went home with smile on our crinkled faces and filled up with San Miguel you can cut my leg and out comes draft beer. Sunog baga days.

AD dropped me home. I fell on the floor of our room. Gahd, i drank too much i guess.

***

I woke up. and then i felt so so so alone.

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