Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Me? Spineless?

I'm not sure how accurate this is:


Considering how charming, caring and kind you are, you dislike unpleasant scenes, much less creating one yourself. You have great tolerance and rarely get provoked into losing your temper. If someone is unreasonable or trying to create trouble, you are more likely to walk away quietly. But that does not mean you do not have a temper. When angry, in your effort to control your emotions, you tremble, your hands get sweaty and sometimes you fumble for words. Tears roll down your eyes easily and the opponent is touched by your innocence and will seek an apology immediately.

Duh. Touched by my innocence? I'm a wuss?!?!?

Monday, January 30, 2006

Down the straight and narrow

Forgive me but there's something wrong with this blog.

I haven't written much about the funny people I encounter in the FX, the new gay instructor at the gym, or the my suking magtataho along Paseo whom I haven't seen for over a week already.

My recent posts all have something to do with how my life has changed since I ended my marriage. (Analogize my new 'do and dating.) Reading them now, I can't help but feel pathetic. Am I? Have I become a boring person now that I'm unattached? Do I sound like I want to "reattach" or something?

I wouldn't want to think so. Dating has become an adventure for me. Meeting jerks, making friends, getting dumped, making enemies, meeting the right person at the wrong time, meeting the wrong person at the right time (which is fun, actually), less-than-mutual attractions...not a walk in the park, really.

An adventure, but not a life. I come home to a preschooler who demands her nightly dose of balut while I have dinner. We see a movie every weekend, hear mass every Sunday, and read before going to bed. That's my life. And she's a different kind of an adventure.

*start sniffing here*

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

New Life, New Hair

Could it be that my recent change in marital status be affecting my other seemingly mundane decisions? Like my choice of stylist, perhaps.

Paolo has been my stylist for over a year already, ever since he correctly interpreted my choice of cut, Halle Berry's 'do in Catwoman, for me. And just like finding the perfect man, I never looked back.

Unfortunately, Paolo's talents have become so well-known all over Asia, and setting an appointment a few days in advance was almost impossible. You'd have to schedule it at least a week in advance. And so, like in most relationships that hit a rough patch, there was a breakdown in communication. I never saw him again.

And so my eyes wandered. Hmm...so who else should cut my hair? There was Willy, who didn't cut it short enough the first time. Second chance? Sure...only because all the other stylists were booked. Wonder of wonders, he did it right this time. A shorter twist to that Catwoman 'do, and I loved it. That was last month.

Yesterday, lunchtime, I walked in and asked for Willy. He was busy coloring...oh crap. But I really needed a haircut (I never really liked my hair growing beyond my nape)...so I picked randomly from among the business cards displayed neatly on the counter. Paul.

I told him, Halle Berry, Catwoman.

You know what he did?

A very short take on Ragnarok. Whoa. Love it!

Getting your hair done is just like sex and dating, isn't it?

But I guess I have more luck getting a haircut.


Check out them spikes.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Heidegger would've found this funny

Something my little preschooler dug up from my box of memories. (Or, should I say, stuff I'm just too damn lazy to throw out.)

I'm sure Punzi can relate.

Thursday, January 19, 2006


I've just been recently unceremoniously DUMPED.

Somebody get me a scotch. Straight.

Monday, January 16, 2006

After an ass-numbing drive up north to a quaint little resort whose rooms my boss said resembled a morgue (stark white walls, stark white sheets, flourescent lighting), we looked up and saw a beautiful full moon casting a gentle light on the water. Wow. As in, Wow...can somebody get me a date here?

And this is the beach. It's not Boracay, but it sure isn't crowded.

San Juan, La Union. A long drive, but well worth it. Posted by Picasa

Frustrated models, all.

Pimps and hoes! Posted by Picasa

The thing about San Juan is that it's not very commercialized. Ergo, services are a bit on the slow side. Like this resto we had lunch in. The Kare-Kare was great, the people were absolutely warm and friendly...but it took almost thirty minutes for the food to arrive. Five minutes for a beer. Ten for a scotch.

See here? We had to preoccupy ourselves with picture-taking while waiting for the grub.

The required slut pic. Posted by Picasa

Did I say the people were nice and friendly? Very accommodating, too. They didn't mind at all that we stayed in the resto until one in the morning, playing poker. I lost all 400 bucks. Crap.

Texas Hold 'Em...wasted and all, courtesy of St. Michael the Archangel and Johhny Walker. Posted by Picasa

Bikini destinations! You think it was easy sitting on those rocks?!? No wonder models are such bitches! Posted by Picasa

A pensive moment..."I stepped on something...oh crap." Posted by Picasa

Surfing is as cool as it sounds, easier than it looks, far more tiring than it seems, and more fun than any of us thought! We spent an hour and a half for our first session, liked it so much, and got another hour that afternoon. Our bodies are now reeking of salonpas and efficascent oil...we had no idea major muscle groups were involved in surfing.

Champs all! Posted by Picasa

I was nice enough to take pictures of everyone in full form...but did anyone actually bother to take a pictures of ME??? These are my most decent pics already...no one was on shore holding a camera during my winning moments. Oh well.

And then wiping out. Posted by Picasa

Making sure the board's steady... Posted by Picasa

FAI surfing team, aka Tatlong Itlog. Posted by Picasa

Thursday, January 12, 2006


So freakin' cold...I want summer NOW!!!

Required boracay tourist pic.

Whale shark poachers!

It's huge, man. Scared the beejezus out of us the first time.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Looking forward to hotter days

Is it any wonder why I've been slacking off lately? I'm over the holidays alright, but I'm seriously anticipating summer!

Back to my lo-carb deathwish....

Monday, January 09, 2006

Why am I still single?

Kick Ass
You may seem very overbearing and dangerous, but
that's only because you know how great you are.
Rock on.

Why are you still single?
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Accuracy? 99%.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

back in the game!

Originally posted on BSB:

Oh yeah...I had a fun night, alright.

A very dear girlfriend will be tying the noose, er, knot, soon. We threw her a bridal shower, which wasn't much...there were only four of us so we just had dinner. I, being the wildest of the bunch (obviously), suggested that we end the night with male strippers. Aheeheeheehee...it was great.

I once frequented the place over a year ago...damn, it was addicting. REALLY REALLY hot guys in nothing but the shortest shorts and cowboy boots dancing seductively to Celine Dion ballads. REALLY REALLY buffed bods strutting and grinding to Meatloaf and Whitesnake. Of course...REALLY REALLY big guys, too. Aheeheeheehee!!!

Last night we saw one of the dancers spin it like a pinwheel...good lord how did he do that? (Paging Ron, Guy, Punzi? Anyone?) Another time, they turned off all the lights and the stripper stuck a candle on it...eeeewww, but I couldn't help but clap and go "Woo-hoo!!!"

Much as I want to "frequent" the place again, monetary considerations have become much more stringent. Having a guy sit with you may not seem too expensive at first, until they start ordering food and drinks to their hearts' content. They'll ask for your mobile number, and after some canoodling, nicely ask for some pasa-load as well. The Scrooge in me takes over...and I take off.

But overall, it's a fun place to be in, once in a while, anyway. You boys have your Pharaoh and Classmate, we girls have our Adonis.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

My favorite song...go figure!

Ugly Girl
by Fleming and John

When I saw you at the grocery store
You were sharing a shopping cart with her
And I couldn't turn and run away
I didn't know what to say

You introduced us for the first time
And I had to look her in the eye
But you could not imagine my surprise
Can't you see
You're leaving me
For an ugly girl

Does she talk about politics
And all the stuff that used to make me sick
Does she smoke cigars and stay up late?
Oh she's so great

Does she tell you what you want to hear
And I bet that she can grow a beard
I'd feel better thinking you were queer
It's not fair
I can't compare
To an ugly girl

Ha ha ha
Ha ha the jokes on me
I feel jealous and I feel mean
Is she so nice that it makes up for her face
There's no way

Do you have to keep your eyes closed
Do you have to keep the lights down low
Oh I bet you wish you had a blindfold
Can't you see
You're leaving me
For an ugly girl

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Ikaw ba ay malongkot?

Hear ye, hear ye!!! From Ron Allan's blog:

Snglguy and I have this pet project, a community blog for bored, single people. It's called The Bored Single Bloggers' Club, and we sort of envision it to be a place where single bloggers can hang out, post entries and messages, perhaps get to know each another, have affairs, oops, I was only thinking that out aloud. :-)

We only started this out a week or so ago, and we're looking for fellow bloggers who would like to join us in this endeavor. Of course, we have very strict requirements. Only the best can join in. Here are the qualifications we are looking for:

1. Must be male or female. No exceptions;

2. Must be human. No exceptions;

3. Must be able to use a mouse and keyboard. Working knowledge of DOS and WordStar are plusses;

4. Must have some mild form of psychological disorder (like depression, bipolar disorders, obsessive-compulsive disorders, etc.);

5. Preferably single, or at the very least possess the mentality of being a single person;

6. Lastly, and most importantly, must be bored shitless.

That's it. (Did I miss something Guy?) If you think you can hack it, feel free to get in touch with us either by posting a comment to this entry, tagging me at my blog here, tagging Guy on his blog, or tagging us right here at the BSB clubhouse.

So that wraps up this entry. Remember, WE WANT YOU. :-D

Monday, January 02, 2006

Sunday morning

One particular Sunday morning, I went to the neighborhood supermarket to shop for groceries. Sundays, lazy as they are, permit me to ditch the heels and suits for a more laid-back pambahay shorts and ratty shirts from college. (Yes, I have shirts that old.) I ditch the socks, too, and slip my bare feet into my old Nike prestos. Shower? Ahahahaha...foregone until after lunch.

Yes, Sunday releases the slob in me.

As I was pushing my cart around the produce section, I noticed a familiar-looking figure out of the corner of my eye. Crap. It was the guy I had been flirting with the past two weeks. Oh yeah, he was HOT. So hot, I wheeled out of produce and into canned meat at top speed...but not after he saw me almost crash into another trolley. Then I heard him call out my name.

With a few precious seconds by the corned beef and MaLing, I tried to push my out-of-bed hair into place and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Thank God I brushed my teeth, I mumbled.

I turned around, and there he was...great pecs peeking from underneath his sleeveless shirt, and the abs...I can only imagine his abs. "Hey there! You shop here, too?" he asks.

"Er, yeah...closer to home." The less said, the better.

He chit-chats some more, and I realize he probably doesn't care I look like a slob. I just keep the conversation simple with monosyllables. His dazzling smile kept me tongue-tied the whole time.

"Well, gotta run?" He says.

"Huh? Oh, okay."

"Let's have lunch soon, ok?" he says as he pushes his trolley out of the aisle.

*Sigh* I don't remember my feet touching the ground after that.