personal exit.

yesterday afternoon, my friend jesse and i rendezvoused in robinson to meet ann(who’s around for the Sinulog) in ayala. while inside the jeepney, our discussion veered towards how many of our original “lagoon friends” entered the sacred ground of uhrmm…Parenthood. To our surprise, the head count had reach a dozen or so. And mind [...]

all my cool friends are on friendster.

shall i go back? or not. na-ah. multiply is good for now.
baby steps, baby steps.
still haven’t had a good sleep lately. sleeping is a curse like gazing through the open window of despair. i don’t want to wake up soaked on a wet pillow. i’d rather get soaked with extra moolah on my bedside. atleast [...]

ain’t he the sweetest thing?

unfathomable.

eversince “it” happened, i’ve been waiting for that proverbial flashing “sign” from God or some cosmic diety to wake me up on my deep emotional slumber. but to my disappointment, it never arrived. yesterday, i had an epiphany, a sudden bolt of realization so strong it required me to ponder on it the whole afternoon(well, [...]

dolce far niente

i just received my full salary, in cash. i’m finally going home after a year or so.
how could it get any better than this?

winter of my discontent

our salary hasn’t arrived yet. i only got 50 centavos left on my pocket. can’t go home to negros. heck, can’t even go home to my aunt’s house. i have a recurring LBM and i feel so empty.
god, could it get any worse than this?
i need a sign that there is that light at [...]

The Art of Emotional Manipulation

4. Guilt. Emotional manipulators are excellent guilt mongers. They can make you feel guilty for speaking up or not speaking up, for being emotional or not being emotional enough, for giving and caring, or for not giving and caring enough. Any thing is fair game and open to guilt with an emotional manipulator. Emotional manipulators [...]

that morrissey song about getting what i want.

(…or how i spent christmas)
i should get a reward for having the most entries written in a post-xmas day. yeah, for once in my life, i’m being constructive. isn’t that something!?i have simply so much time to kill and so many thoughts to pour. i need some discreet therapy to get moving but whatever.
christmas was [...]

death of a party.

my colleague said the xmas party last saturday on our office was killer and i missed some fragment of my life because i was at home making a beeline for the sheets. there were beers, food, games, videoke, barhopping, etc.
yeah, story of my life.
he should write my biography.

licking the scabs.

everyone is enjoying their time off, getting fat and ripe with the season while i’m stuck here at the office with nothing to do but stare at the monitor and listen to songs about cruel girls i could never meet.
currently, my life is too woody allen-esque. i could never think of a better term to [...]