Monday, February 27, 2006

I work hard...I PARTY HARD!!!

Last night, I was suppose to meet Junie at Malate for a clean fun party at BED or somewhere where someone could be promiscious (LOL). However, somehow, I know that he won't be able to make it so I planned my own party and went out with Ana and Joel, a friend for more than ten years. Joel is a great guy and had lots of fun with him during college. He is my kalokohan buddy and I smile everytime the memories of our gimmiks, joyride and wild party cross my mind. So, what happened last night felt like I was transported back in time...the time when I had my own pad where everything could happen.

At first, me and Ana met him at Pier 1 in Roxas, then I got drunk, be continued.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

nerves part 2

Here I go again...talking about nerves, nerves and the nerve of some people pushing me around. Hey! You can't and I won't let you. (SLAP! SLAP!) It's hard to realize that the person who is pushing me to finish that goddamn report is moi. Sometimes I scare myself of talking aloud...scolding myself for not doing this and that and lastly, I even talk in my dreams now. A 'someone' told me and it's a good thing it's not the oohhhs and the aaahhhs that my sleepy body released in my not so asleep carnal lips. To add confusion to my hectic, erratic and crazy schedule, here's a story which is not so funny.

A couple of days after going home to the dusty and dangerous Manila, I was sound asleep at my friend's house when in the middle of the night, I woke up and rushed halfway downstairs. I looked around and scared myself for I didn't know where I was. I thought I was still somewhere in the regions and the once familiar house in Sampaloc is not so familiar anymore. It took me I guess a good five minutes before realizing that I am home. I am in Luzon that awhile ago, peacefully sleeping in a comfortable and warm blanket. Is it not scary? Well, here's another one. After taking my most needed rest of full ten hours, I woke up crying. Again, I blame it on the pressure or maybe...just maybe I am losing my mind.

Last Saturday, I went out together with the MFA Guys Guys. In a freaking, fucking bar somewhere along Ma. Orosa and Nakpil, this goddamn waiter pushed me so the bitchy side of god old moi couldn't contain herself and screamed her head off. A day after, I could not even remember what pissed me off.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

the nerves et. al

Part one of the three weeks, leisure and pain of Eastern Samar and Bohol

Got back from my trip last week and I am glad it is in very glad. Although I enjoyed some of details of the trip, the wonderful beaches and people we've met, the travel communting from one barangay to the other and the erratic weather was not so pleasant. Some barangays where as far as 37 kilometers from the town proper and the only mode of transportation of going there is by a habal-habal or by a trisikel.

Last January 29, we arrived at Tacloban City in Leyte and immediately went to work and interviewed Dr. Ayuson in the provincial hospital. After a couple of hours, we stayed and waited at van terminal going to Llorente Eastern Samar for our first stop. After a back breaking and tiring four hours trip, we arrived at the sleepy town of San Jose Llorente where at seven in the evening, you could not see any human being roaming anywhere. Only the nocturnal songs of the crickets and the constant eerie night noise which I could not really decipher on what it is, filled our ears. Our host for a few days stay at Llorente welcomed us with so much pasensya word in her every sentence. The humble bearing of our host made me cringed for I realized how arrogant I could get and evidently, i was irritated with her for the realization which i do not want.