It'll be a lot more fun if we talked, ne?
Current mood: Hungry...
Current music: Incremin radio ad - "Lampayatot"
“It is good food and not fine words that keeps me alive.” Moliere(1622-1673)
Meals I had for the day so far
Breakfast (8.00 am): Bacon and Egg Platter from Wendy's - four strips of bacon, two scrambled eggs, two half-slices of bread with a teaspoon of orange marmalade, hot tea with a spoonful of sugar. Oh, and one tablet of Enervon C.I have no idea where to get my dinner or my midnight snack. I've eaten in just about every
Lunch A (10.45 am): A rather large grilled fish steak with lemon butter sauce, a cup of java rice, a cup of plain rice, ice-shaken coffee jelly in school cafeteria.Lunch B (3.30 pm): Two-pieces McDonalds chicken (one leg part, one thigh part), two servings of rice, one large fries, medium iced tea.
Merienda (5.00 pm): One Boston Creme and one Twin Royale doughnuts from Dunkin' Donuts, one large orange juice.
I really am making a conscious effort to
get fat beef up. Few people know that it all started when wink-nudge and I first met, and that he said that a little extra weight would suit me. So far, results were promising, given his response. Yes, he was originally the reason why I'm stocking up on the carbs, proteins and fats.
At least my weight is nicely distributed. As a friend put it, kita naman kung saan napupunta ang kinakain ko, kahit papaano. I have an ample nonbeer-belly tummy area, my cheeks aren't as bony as before, and some fats made its way to my extremities. And, the last time I checked my weight, I'm at a healthy 127 pounds. I used to be just a measly 110, at my same modest 5'7" height. The moment I go home to QC, I'll renew my gym membership, and put some cuts and curves on the layers. I dwanna look like a donut crammed in a pair of jeans.Now, what should I get for dinner?
1. Hakaw dimsum, roast duck rice, cold milk tea, gui ling gao turtle dessert in Binondo or2. Chicken parmigiana, green salad, garlic bread, mocca tiramisu coffee in Dematisse?
Current mood: Amused
Current music: Hironobu Kageyama and Broadway - Soldier Dream
You are... Andromeda Shun
Which Saint Seiya character are you?
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Thrice that I have taken this quiz, same result. I love it.
To those who know, you know why.
Domo Jagard-sama (Saint Seiya no otaku)
Current mood: Busy!!
Current music: Donna Cruz and Jason Everly - Wish (yes. them.)
Soon... my final examinations will be over.
Soon... all my requirements will be submitted.Soon... summer classes would begin.
Soon... my next 160 hours of a total of 980 hours of pharmacy internship will be accomplished.Soon... I will be able to enjoy summer as a vacation.
Soon... I will get out of this micro-rat race to join the macro-rat race.Soon... I will learn to adapt.
A notch closer to perfection.
Get assimilated into the Collective.Thank you Borg for the ray of sunshine from your dark sun, for being my harbinger of false doom.Wish me wellWish me luckPray for nuck.......
Current mood: Cheerful!
Current music: Janet Jackson - Go Deep (until the early light)
Last contingent with the ODDers in Paragon Plaza is a particularly memorable one. I got to learn more about certain people, and once again had a view of how profound their interpersonal relationships are.It was Jio's birthday, and it was my first time to meet him. I observed that the guy was strangely quiet, which made me feel uncomfortable, since I was in such a festive mood and was expecting that he would be partying harder than anyone else. Good Doctor Rommel informed me that he really is naturally quiet, and I should not worry much if he's not having fun. I have a soft spot for anyone who feels left out in a group (being one myself, as in most cases), and hearing Doc say that relieved me majorly.
As usual, it was videoke night. Since I can't normally handle the mic properly without the aid of EtOH (ethanol), I decided to show best friend Ryan the breathtakingly romantic view in the balcony. Henry and Joms were there too, so we had a lil chat while the others were belting out Wedgie Classics (defn. Songs which have a reputation of inducing wedgie-adjusting reflex when sung). Henry, of course, is not one to pass the mic, so he joined the songstresses. Thus my bonding with Joms began.Joms is one of the guys in the group that I was hesitant to approach. As he told me, the first impression he had on me was far from auspicious (as with everyone else), and I somewhat felt that during the first time I met him in the previous contingent. You can imagine that I was ill at ease, being left with him in the balcony, but we struck up a conversation nonetheless. It is but proper that I must introduce him to my friend, since it was his first time to meet everyone there, but alas, I forgot his name. To make things more socially reprehensible, I even made the mistake of calling him by another name (gasp). He was gracious enough to let it pass, though. :P
We proceeded to talk about the different facets of PLU life. The more we talked and the deeper we probed into each others' lives, the more I realized how juvenile I really am when it comes to handling relationships, and how average my nonstraight life seems to be. His stories, while focusing on topics that are not startingly new, are very well thought-of introspectively, a skill that I have yet to develop, being the airhead that I am. I wanted our talk to last longer than it did, but the arrival of more guys into the balcony necessitated a change in topic.Which wasn't a bad thing. In fact, because of that, I got to learn more about the group (such as the lil Marvin/Chris tryst). They were really grilling the two, especially Dennis Goonie and Rommel. What can I say, the Marvin/Chris tambalan was the hottest (being two hotties themselves), but the fly in the ointment is that Chris is currently attached. Sentiments were thrown in left and right, and the conclusion reached is that no matter how or with whom they end up, tayo-tayo pa rin naman ang magkakaibigan. My heart bled milk and honey when I heard that. It triggered a desperate hug alert, and the cuddable Dennis Goonie gives out hugs like heart-candy (and a stan as an extra). God, how I adore this group (suckin up, suckin up, hyuk hyuk) :D.
Ryan and I then joined the songfest. When a ZsaZsa Zaturnnah book caught my eye, we borrowed it for a while for some fag humor. After a while, we all decided to call it a day, and so we didn't get to finish the book. Remind me to buy a copy.As Ryan and I waited for his friend to accompany us home, I asked him how he found the group, with it being his first night with them and all. Glad to hear that we share the same opinion; they're überfun, übersmart, and überloveable. He said he found Dennis Goonie sweet for telling him "hope this isn't the last time we meet". Knowing Ryan, I'm sure he's also looking forward to meeting them again. As for me, I can't wait for the next contingent.
Current mood: Red-blooded
Current music: Kylie Minogue - Red Blooded Woman (ah)
1. Google search your name
2. Click on Images
3. Pick the images that you like
My results? 180,000 images of the state. But my favorite is:
Miss Vermont Brooke Elizabeth Angus
Current mood: Surprised!
Current music: Ashanti - Rock Wit U (aww baby)
My Tita Tessie, Tito Rudy, and their granchild Christian are from San Jose, California, and they visited their motherland to supervise the construction of their vacation house in Pangasinan. They stayed for a week here in my QC home, while I was away in my Manila apartment because of school. It was during the weekend that I got to interact with them.I knew my aunt and unc since I was born, so I already was comfortable with them. Christian, on the other hand, is the big surprise. He's the son of Jackie, of Filipino descent, and Kean, an African American from Louisiana. Wow, I'm related to a black guy. A four and a half year old black kid in my house. Never thought that would ever happen.
And so I wondered how it's like to talk to a black kid. It was lunch time when I woke up, and he was watching Spongebob Squarepants. Apparently we both love the sponge. And so that's where we first shared laughters, when Squidward's legs got stuffed with Krabby Patties and then exploded. Then we played Playstation 2, first the Simpsons Road Rage, then a fighting game called Guilty Gear XX. When he had to fight a cute girl character, he would say "She's pretty. Is she your girlfriend? Hihihi". I had to restrain myself from rolling my eyes. Good to see that the kid has no gaydar whatsoever. "When I lose, do I have to kiss her?" "Why, do you like her?" "No, no, no! She's not pretty, she's ugly! I'm too little to have a girlfriend. Maybe when I grow up. Kuya, do you have a girlfriend?" "No, but do you want to see my ex-boyfriends?" Nah, I never said that, but I was tempted to.Then he wanted to play NBA Live 2004. Igh. I just told him that I'm tired, and I'm just gonna watch him play. When I got bored, I went to my trusty PC and tried to go online, with WinAmp on. He then materialized beside me. "I dwanna be alone. Whatcha doin? Hey, that's music! Who do you have? Chingy? B2K?" Oh yeah, he's black alright. "No, but I have Britney Spears. Do you like her?" "Nah, I don't like her. But I like Ashanti." "Do you think Ashanti's pretty?" "Uhmm, just a lil bit, yeah." Played Rock Wit U. Kid bobbing his head and tries to sing along. "How about Beyonce? Do you think she's pretty?" "Uhmm, just a lil bit." When you ask him if he likes a girl, and he really really likes her, his wide eyes widen even more, smiles, and says, "uhmm...just a lil bit." Then Mya. Goodie that I had a bit of black music (though I will never have Chingy or B2K -shudder-).
What I really loved about Christian is that he's not a snotty brat. When you're tired, he asks you if you still want to play - "Alright, I'll be right here if you wanna play again." - and doesn't go into a tantrum for it. I was also surprised when he started singing "Pamela-wan. Pamela-mela-wan. Pamela-tu...." He said his cousins from Pangasinan taught him that, and that he also knows how to do the "Ocho" dance, but he wouldn't show it to me coz he's shy. I found myself struggling to catch up with his black slang, whenever he dubs some of the NBA voice-overs. He's so...black. :PMama was right, he is quite an endearing kid. I fell in love with him, and him with me, that we were foot-wrestling and wet-willying after just an hour of acquaintance. Too bad that they're going back to San Jose tomorrow, I'm gonna miss the lil fella. Do I think he's a great kid? Uhmm...just a lil bit. Yeah.
Now that I see that interracial relationships are not taboo in my clan, I can't wait to see if same-sex marriage will also get accepted. Somehow, I find it unlikely, but we'll see.
Current mood: Pleased
Current music: Norah Jones - Come Away With Me (in the night)
My OkCupid! Test Results
The Slow Dancer
Hmmm...I kinda like it. However, it doesn't exactly show the spontaneity that usually encompasses my relationships. I must agree, though, that for my age, all my experiences are quite average. A disturbing thought. I want fireworks. Where art thou, The Gentleman/The Slow Dancer of mine? :D
Current mood: Giddy
Current music: Alana Davis - 32 Flavors
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How the heck am I gonna explain these to my folks?
Current mood: Pensive
Current music: Atomic Kitten - Ladies Night (oh what a night)
During one of our Chanelay nights (from left)
superfabulous, thenatureboy, nuckDown, and our good friend Dwight, agonizingly scrunching our faces to fit in the frame :)
I love going out with PLU friends. The no-holds barred, no inhibitions, and basically the que ver (sp?) mood can be quite a refreshing break from all the aggravations of closeted-ness. All pent-up gay energy being channeled to these uber-fun activities for as long as our wallets and schedules would allow. Lately, though, I've been losing contact with them. School's a killer. I belong to the graduating batch in our school, though I won't be graduating soon, but all our subjects are being rushed non-selectively to accomodate the graduating students. Soon this pre-summer crunch will be over. Then there's the money factor. I find myself hesitating to make up another lame excuse just to milk more gimmick $$$, since our family finances are dwindling fast. My apartment unit rental alone is too much, and my ATM stores are way below the minimum. Being naturally spendthrift, to sacrifice night-outs is quite a lot. Also, someone call the Salvation Army and give me cellphone credits.
Lately I've found myself mingling with another crowd: The Outsiders (or The ODDers, as they call themselves). They're every bit as fun, smart, and pretty as the ones that I've met in IRC and LJ. Their closely-knit ties are quite impressive, and I really really really want to share that same depth of friendship with them.
It took a little stream eons to carve out the Grand Canyon from the Colorado plains. (sounds like an intro to a political speech, blame the fuggin campaign PUVs running rampant) With time, I hope I'll get Inside the Outsiders. For now, I'll have to settle with being an outsider among the Outsiders.
Current mood: Contemplative
Current music: Astrud Gilberto and George Michael - Desafinado
"Can't you even pretend that you're affected?"
"I'm sorry, but I don't act."-=-=-=-=-
"Why do people buy so many accessories? They're practically useless."
"No they're not. F'rinstance, those shiny bracelets you're wearing are wrist warmers."
"I'm wearing my umbrella-wrist warmer."-=-=-=-=-
"Oh no, they have no indoor plumbing. The world is their toilet. I absolutely have to go on one of those trees."
"-sigh- If trees could talk..."-=-=-=-=-
"So you prefer to see me as a best friend?"
"Well, we did kiss, and best friends don't kiss."
"Hay nako, effective today, I'm going monotonous."
"You mean monogamous.""Pwede rin. Pang-isahang nota nalang ako from now on."
Current mood: Drunk
Current music: Kylie Minogue - Drunk (no. way. really.)
Last Friday I was invited by Benchboy to a party called Self-Destruction, composed of guys who post in a thread called The Outsiders in PinoyExchange. I recently registered in the site and posted in the thread, so I guess it's a good way to broaden my social network. Not to mention to detoxify my system from the college pre-vacation rush (by intoxicating myself). I've been sober for the longest time, so what the hey, let's get retarded.
No one but me got retarded.
The party was held in this condo unit in Paragon Plaza, way up on the 36th floor. The window view was the best I've ever beheld in my entire life. My ultimate fancy is to frolic on wide open spaces, and my eyes did the frolicking in the stellar-like metro for me. Most conducive for contemplation, soul-searching, and lubby-dubbing. Obviously I adored it.
The people. The beautiful people. They're some of the most fun-loving free-spirited PLUs I've shared drinks with in a while. I instantly fell in love with them. At first I was intimidated by their number (they were 20+), and I tend to stay in a corner when faced with that many, being the loner that I am. But when it was my turn to sip the rectificatus spiritus vini(the gin-sprite and gin-pomelo), and when they began playing out loud my favorite songs (Smoke by Natalie Imbruglia and Adia by Sarah McLachlan rank in the top of my list), this welcome combination bridged the chasm that separates my heart from them. My inhibitory centers depressed by alcohol, and great music leaving me in a dream state, I found myself singing along with them as if they were my barkadas from yore. I was loose...and...out of control, since I figured, hey, we're all drunk, we're all queer, it's a party, and joining in is within party etiquette.
I never thought I actually was going against party etiquette after a while.
Good vibes emanated from everyone. The rounds of the elixir got me into a drunken, hallucinatory state of hightened sensations. The PC was blaring out the ritual chants oft-heard in Malate bars, and the guy holding the mouse was the shaman. This barrage in my senses grabbed hold of my inner prissy-self, setting the party animal in me loose. It was a ritual for beckoning the (retarded)monster.
I wouldn't go into details of the many shameless acts I might have committed while I was in that state. I might, after all, not remember them all, since my thought-depot was shrouded in a drunken haze. I enjoyed the party immensely, and by all means I want to join them again. But now that I'm sober, recalling what I did, I might have been such a fuckin retard, and I probably left a misleading impression.
I guess I can only regain my pride by joining them again. I only hope they would let me. Little old alcoholic retard me.
Thank the heavens I was with Benchboy, who also got subjected to my shameless acts, but still treats me nicely. Spanks my sober ass for what I did, yes, but he did the spanking with politically-correct reprimands. I am horrible when I'm drunk, but I couldn't care any less.