Bodyguard
Posted at 10:07 PM

I did it! I killed Lucy! Finally, after 21 years, I was rid of him. He was always the jinx in the family. The ugly one. The one who was intellectually challenged. The one with all the bad vices. The weakest among his siblings. He tried to build a façade which implored strength, knowledge and courage – everything that he was not. But I knew him. I knew as if we were twins sustained and plucked from the same umbilical cord. I knew as if we were a single stimulus, transmitted to the human brain. And yes, as much as I wanted to deny it, I knew him because he was my brother. We used to be so close. Even though only a year separated us from being born together, there wasn’t a hint of envy in those eyes -- those eyes that would someday scheme against me. Mom would dress us in identical clothes and one could not spot who was the older. We played with the same Tonka trucks and G.I. Joe dolls. We would get into trouble together by entering the principal’s office without permission during our kindergarten years. I would punch his bully when he was aggravated. I was his sister-bodyguard and I enjoyed every second of it. At first, one would simply dismiss his childhood gestures as something that was done through pure innocence. He would stick his gum in my hair. He would bite my pale cheeks until they were as red as beets. But something told me that there was more than just the plain heck of it. I was to discover this only when we were already in College. I saw the first signs when we were in Elementary. I studied in a coed school, while he studied in a school exclusive for boys. I didn’t ask my parents why they suddenly transferred Lucy to a public school, a few blocks from our house back then. They just said that Lucy’s asthma was failing his frail body and that his small frame couldn’t handle the long journey to school anymore. It was soon to be discovered in a private conversation between my mom and I, that they were advised to keep Lucy within close watch. “Slow learner,” they called him. I never voiced this out to any of my other siblings. We grew apart when I took pre-Med. in UP Manila. Somehow, I didn’t have time to toil with his nonsensical stories and mislead aspirations. I was too busy studying. Besides, he had his friends, and I had mine. Somehow, there was a silent agreement between us; as if were introduced to a new freedom – I, from the burden of looking after him; and he, from the tiring fact of being compared to his younger sister. He had several accidents during this growing chaos. Once he ran over a small girl while we were going home from province. The girl was hit by our car while he was driving. Everyone was in empty shock and froze like stone golems at the sight of the child’s tragedy. I rushed to pick the girl to bring her to the hospital (although, I was a bit shaken, myself), while he stared in stark terror at what he’s done. The girl survived, but my brother, as much as I loathe calling him that now, had to face the emotional torture of witnessing my alertness in situations as such. “Ang alisto talaga ni yet, Ma, noh?”; like a mantra, he kept repeating. When I was in my juniors, he was supposed to have graduated a year prior to the advent of my classes. But as usual, he gave the same redundant reasons he used every year. The professor held an ire for him, his thesis partner was a mortal idiot, the subject was a burden from hell, etc. All this, when all the while it was his attitude and his college minions. He began hurting us physically, me in particular. Each negation I uttered in answer to his proposed arguments seemed to trigger an invisible button that made him go berserk. He would hound my mom for money; yell at her; call my dad a faggot; and utter other obscenities, unmindful of the hand that fed him. I would talk to my parents – to each of them, to both. But their minds were as closed as the shroud that veiled the question of life after death. My mom would continue on being passive, tears rolling down her cheek. And my dad, he would stick to his self-denial and utter things that would compromise for acceptance. My two other siblings would only shriek in fright; and sometimes, in agony as things were one by one flung at them. Everything was so ridiculous. “ I never considered you my sister, ” I recall hearing him. “ I don’t need you, “ he’d continue ranting. So angry he seemed. So lonely. He knew that he was alone. I was no longer there to protect him. No longer was I his bodyguard. Our parents kept him because it was their obligation. But they could no longer control him; contain his hate, his weakness. He could blame him all he wanted. They were already deaf to this. K & L were his siblings only in title. They shared the same loathing he bore fore his own family. Only intheir case, it was he they loathed. I still wonder if he knew this. Or was his mind too clouded by Mary Jane. My thinking leads me to the thought that it’s probably because I was also the one who discovered this vice of his, that he hated me the most. Poor thing. It was his only refuge and I had to give it away. Hmmm. Time is ticking. I have to do the deed before anyone wakes up. It was 10 o’clock or was it 12? He was throwing plates the way he used to. Lucifer; his secret name known only to me, my sister and younger brother; was approaching my mother; his eyes scarlet with the stuff he took in, his breath, of smoke and booze. I stabbed him right through the heart. I killed Lucy! He was dead. I had no choice! It was him or mother! It was him or us! Goodbye, Lucy. It was to be done to protect you from what life couldn’t give. Sleep. I woke up at 5 am to prepare for school. I heard him yelling downstairs. Lucy and his constant whining, his agonizing violence, his eternal loathing. I was planting vicious, mental kicks on his face. Tomorrow night, I shall kill him again! Until then, my dear pillow. * August 17, 2001 * Did you ever imagine planting vicious kicks on your mortal bullies? It’s the best. I wrote this little entry back when Lucy (not his real name of course)and I, were lapping the pool of enmity. Today, my troubles concerning him are so passé, thanks to a gentle angel named Jose. I’ll be posting an entry about the latter soon. And I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as my other entries. * Some part of the entry has been modified and exaggerated to suit the literature. It cannot be concluded that I am a basket case who dwells on the thought of death, suicide or murder. It can be presumed however, that I take pleasure from the beauty of words; aesthetics of tone and mood; and delight in using subjects such as the absurd

God Of Wine
Posted at 01:15 PM

I am here in the office, currently making friends with a new key board. Otherwise, I'd be in class, drawing doodles on my notebook. 2 more hours to go and we'll be all set to go. Won't be making any entries 'til Wednesday, I think. My belly dancer asked me if I could accompany him in a family affair (or something) on Wednesday. Sweet! I went to the gym last Saturday. Had a few swigs of brandy and a bottle of light ale at Kuya Dinky's place. It' a shame he couldn't join us, though. I think i was a little tipsy from the amber I imbibed. Sheryl and my shining knight were also more of on the blabber side. 'Brought me to a closer perspective of things. Sheryl says she enjoyed it. Must have been less exciting for her during the "Jose Phase". Maybe that's why a quiet conversation and a night encounter with Bacchus gave her more than just a little bit excitement. Cheers!

third eye blind's God Of Wine

Dreamcatcher
Posted at 02:56 PM

Information overload!!! Hardly had enough sleep. I'm floating in limbo. Should I still do overtime later? Sigh! 'Been doin OT since Tuesday. Learned more about spidering technology, and myriads more about webbies, emails, domains and management. Phew! Woopie for me!!! Network Solutions is a cool account though. My trainer is a real "Daria" with his monotone voice. My head's been bobbing since 6am. It's a good thing that my golden god has been waking me every 2am for the past 2 days. otherwise I'd be real late, considering I'd have to commute the span of Edsa and Ayala everyday. Good thing though, I'm Ms. Oc-Oc with her not-so-mundane adventures. i will never be late . . . I hope The high point of my day would probably occur later when I go home from work. 'Saw this nice belt near City Walk in Glorietta. It's semi-beige, semi-ecru, has an overlapping buckle, same as the ones seen in F tv. . . it's a real keeper. 'Will cost me 500 bucks. Ouch! Ms. shopaholic, that's me. The UP Diliman fair is coming. I'm really psyched! My personal pornstar wanted to go with me on the 14th but pop music isn't really my thing. Friday is the real event. That's when the good bands would be playing. I do hope he keeps his promise; to come on Friday with me instead. Last year, I enjoyed the advent of Aphrodite's feast with a couple of High School friends (friends of his too). It's a shame we could spend the night together. I'm a real sucker for special days. We might be spending the 13th with Francis and Sheryl. Valentine's day would be a good one this year. No burdens. Just waste bags. Morpheus, lull me to sleep... 10 painstaking minutes after . . . Aaargh! Why did I let Gwen talk me into going on OT! Tsk! Hold, my heavy, hold! Doing a phone sim and getting the hang of it. Dino, my little fairy called me last Monday and told me that his sister in Canda is making lots of money in a call center. Of course this is just a career move. But we'll never know. Hold my pretties, hold! Gwen's tantric moaning is pretty funny. She's been harassing her agents with her sarcastic genius. The kid has talent! "Hold for a moment ... is that a P as in porn, R as in rarara, O as in orgasm, B as in blow, L as in luvah, E as in erotic, and M as in Mama, I want all!" Hahaha! She's a real cake! "I'm a filthy rich Chinese! I want to spend all my money!" "Good for you Ma'am!" "Are you religious?" "Er, Ma'am?" "Do you pray at night." Cripes, maloloka ako sa mga tao dito!

Anne Rice's Blood Canticle Gwen's Babble and Griping

Posted at 05:49 AM

Exam Later! Aaaak! Hardly had any time to review. Spent the night at Baby's. Apparently, it was his mom's bday. Akala ko kinabukasan pa. So, syempre, I was not able to prepare the carbonara I was planning to give her. Anyway, it was still nice 'coz me and baby bought pizza and pasta from Yellow Cab, german hotdog (for my belly dancer) and soup in a bowl (for his mom) at French Baker. These were all "to go" and we were off. Yum! I'm such a slave for food. hehehe! I'll try to write an entry later. It's too early for tall tales and lifestories

3 Libras
Posted at 10:01 AM

3 Libras Lyrics
by A Perfect Circle

threw you the obvious
and you flew with it on your back,
a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and you don't see me.
but i threw you the obvious
ust to see if there's more behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it all and see you.
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
oh well.
apparently nothing.
you don't see me.
ou don't see me at all.

We were listening to this song last night while my guitar god was driving his metal stallion. He was singing, oblivious to a mind engrossed with much contemplation. Though the eerie melody loomed over me to boast of its crafty creation, it fails to veil the obvious; which is its lyrics. Striking. It would have been more apt if this was done 2 years ago, 3 years ago, 4 years ago ... maybe, even befor Eros and Psyche met. Here i go again with my mindless ramblings. He says i think too much. I should. I live. I breathe. I exist. Monday... ... And its boring platitudes. I'm stuck in the mundane state of making clickity-click in this place called "work office." Mondays are boring! Mondays are the devil's! We are now dealing with Siebel. Finished with spidering and the web. I love technology! Rant! Rave! Baga! Umagang umaga dumadaldal ka nanaman Ms. Cris! Aba, eh sabi nang nanay ko, kapag wala kang masabi, wala kang alam. *violent grin* Built an astounding empire of friends in just a few days. In just 3 days, my friends went from 180 to 209 in friendster. Does that make me friendly? Duh! Zombie No More I had enough sleep this weekend. I was a human siphon, vacuuming zzz's; while sleeping Prince Charming prodded me with his own. It felt nice to be bedfellows with him once more. Sana laging ganito. Head Sets For Cone Heads My Siebel is not working. I've been recieving error messages all morning. No more Head Sets. Aaron, our trainer lent me 1. 'Told me to return it directly to him 'coz it's a supervisor's head set. ok, bawal manglait. Last Friday, they all laughed when I asked why mine was all bent -- as if the last user was a cone head. *snicker* *snicker* Oc-Oc Baby Won't be able to go on OT later. Have to pass something at the Makati Med later. So much for being extra rich on the 15th. I need a cup of zinger. My eyes seem to have grown lead weights. I'm having a hard time keeping them open. 29/30 Not bad for a second exam :D

Legends
Posted at 02:22 PM

this is our last goodbye i hate to feel the love between us die but it's over just hear this and then i'll go you gave me more to live for more than you'll ever know I want to be Jeff Buckley with his melancholy and poetry. I want to meet Death, I want to meet Love, I want to feel folly and wisdom in my songs. I want to capture the air that we breathe, the water that sustains us; and weave it in my art. this is our last embrace must i dream and always see your face why can't we overcome this wall well, maybe it's just because i didn't know you at all Why do the gifted die young? Bud plucked from their sheltered beds before they even come to their full bloom. Life is too selfish. Life delights in tempting something too much and then frustrate it. kiss me, please kiss me but kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation you know it makes me so angry 'cause i know that in time i'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye Why couldn't it have been those crappy boy bands or freaky Jacko and his make-up smudged face?! I want to be Buckley's candor, his pride. I want to be his pain, his frustration. I want to be the bold and the queer. I want to kick off my shoes, go naked and run amuck. did you say "no, this can't happen to me," and did you rush to the phone to call was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying maybe you didn't know him at all you didn't know him at all, oh, you didn't know well, the bells out in the church tower chime burning clues into this heart of mine thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memories offer signs that it's over... it's over I need to rest. I think too much.

Network Solutions's Siebel Jeff Buckley's Last Goodbye

Dead Poets
Posted at 11:48 AM

Gwen, my little imp; and I went to UP Faculty Center yesterday to watch one of my favorite movies of all time -- Peter Weir's The Dead Poets Society(1989).She kept on saying, the film was great upon reaching its advent. Speaking of Dead Poets, let me quote some of my favorite lines from those as of now, according to John Keating (Williams), are food for the daffodils: TO A STRANGER. PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,) I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you, All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affection- ate, chaste, matured, You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me, I ate with you, and slept with you — your body has become not yours only, nor left my body mine only, You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass — you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return, I am not to speak to you — I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone, I am to wait — I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you. by Walt Whitman Sonnet XVII I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of the carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I live you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. by Pablo Neruda Tsk. Tsk. The feast of Eros is really nearing. Before I know it, I'd be speaking of Browning or Byron. Nah! Which Reminds me of something . . . my dark prince was into his more antagonistic moods recently. He kept on crabbing about the fact that some people like a certain movie, story, or any piece of literature; just because they had been so sensationalized. Liking something because they're popular is never the same thing as opposed to liking it because you admire its entirety. Ayoko ng may katulad! If anything else, that person should be credible enough. Me and my pride.

Ethan Hawke's I'm Nuthin'

Unlikely Ending
Posted at 05:12 PM

I'm sorry now; sorry that I'm used to plotting vengeance. Hanggang dun lang naman ako e. The "Golden Rule" still very much applies to me. It was our first day in a new building (we'll be transferring on August to the very first building owned solely by a call center -- People Support),here in the land of mocha machos. Did I mention? After February, I'm an official "call girl". Hehehe! I wonder how long will I be able to keep this thing up, before I go back to the calling of the Medical Arts. I feel a little low tonight. My golden god and I won't be seeing each other on Friday in the UP Fair. We're stuck in a route. Every year I ask him to go on the Friday of the fair. Still no dice! At least me and Rida would be spending time toiling with the toilers of sunken garden. The girl is so nice. Even finds the time to text me during special occassions and not so special occurances, just to say her heidy-ho's . We'll have so much fun tomorrow. Namiss ko na rin ang Bulacenang yun. Didn't even think we'd get this close. Siguro, kasi pareho kaming mabait. Hehehe! Glenn did promise to get me when I'm ready to go (if he is indeed going with his beer buddies from Philosoc). Swell. I must say, there are a lot of good songs by bands currently listed to play in the UP fair. By the way, I already posted the sched for the whole duration of the event in my friendster. Incubus would be playing on the 22nd (I think) at the CCP. I'm trying to help a Gwen, my little doppelganger get rid of several tickets (24th row, not so bad view) for 2 G's. Anyone interested, just message me or click on the Gwen link to contact her. Back to Siebel...

Network Solutions's Siebel, CSR Tools & Account Manager NU 107's rockathon

Waiting For Sleep
Posted at 12:01 PM

Friday the 13th. No black 's please. I've been nothing but really lucky this week. I managed to breeze through the week, one foot touching the cold water. Network Solutions makes the hardest tests. It felt like being in Med school again. Hardly had enough sleep. Barely 3 hours, and here I am in the office -- ALIVE! ALIVE! Spent the night with Rida, and other Philosoc members (common friends of Glenn and I). Palong was also there with his merry bickering and romantic nostalgia, as always. Mr. Suave arrived before we could all go home. Masaya. Kahit sandali lang kami nagkita. I had to leave my belly dancer with the rest of the golden lads to their scheduled adventure with Bacchus. We got our Standard Chartered debit cards today! Pay day at last! I won't be doing any OT's later. Need to sleep before I go to UP fair (again!) later tonight; that is, if I still mean to. I'm so sleepy. My 3-hour sleep schedule is taking its toll. I'll try to chronicle later if I'm not too mollified with the thought of a fat wallet and love from mi amore'. My ethereal sandman, come and claim your weary bride. CINDERELLA'S NEVER, NEVER LAND "The Galaxy is open, so hold me by your right hand. Let's fly superman-style. It will be so good, you'll never look back." "Come take my hand, I'll take you to a place far away; away from your wicked step mother and sisters who have lost their care for the world". "But I just can't leave my home, my prince. What about Thumbelina and our little garden of dwarves?" "I promise you this and a hundred more. You'll never feel the pang of loneliness ever again." "You're right. Alone is such a different word from lonely. Let's go!" So, off they went ... to ride the flying carpet over the wispy clouds of wonderland to the land of neverending. They passed by the blue fairy's blue pub and saw the three little pigs, pink as they were drinking ale. A big wolf was huffing and puffing on a barbecue grill. Pirates were oggling at the sultry mermaid doing a special number for her eager audience. "What a wonderful place this is, my prince", quote Cinderella. "You haven't seen the best of it." When the excited duo arrived in a palace, surrounded by roses, they encountered the emperor trying on his new clothes. "Ah, my boy! I see you've brought another one. How do you like my new threads?" "Just fine father. Just fine." Just then, a throng of women came barging down the hall from the prince's bedchamber-- Snow White looking as pale as ever; Rapunzel and her long tresses: Sleeping Beauty, still yawing from slumber. Cinderella was as baffled as ever. The forty thieves then came flowing from the blushing Prince's enormous room. Cinderella was red as a beet. She was fuming mad. "Didn't I promise you a hundred more?" gushed the prince, still trying to pacify all his lovers. Guess who was my inspiration for this little piece? cris

Under Construction
Posted at 05:51 PM

I do apologize for the way the templating looks. The site is currently under construction so please bear with me. The links in the first table are still not configured. Try clicking on them on presceding days.

Posted at 03:04 PM

I got these links when i popped my email at work. Really, really funny. Lt. Marge kept on playing it on her computer. 'Been our last song syndrome for the past few weeks. http://svt.se/hogafflahage/hogafflaHage_site/Kor/hestekor.swf badger Passed my last test! I should. Didn't catch a wink since 10pm last night. Reminds me of cramming for a subject during my Med Proper. Toxic!!! Answered my first three calls today. The last call was a real no-brainer, except for the fact that the caller was an Indian who talks like Suddama. Moi: "Hi, my name is Belly Dancing Pornstar, can I get your domain name please?" Indy Indiana: "Yes, it's dimukunsulding dut kum" Moi: Could you kindly spell that for me, sir? Indy Indiana: "di-i-em-yu-si-ow-en-es-yu-el-di-ay-en-dyi." Moi: "So that's d as in delta ..." Indy Indiana: 'No, that's t as in tarzan." OKAY, t as in Tarzan!!! What a spill!!! Hahahaha! Masaya dito! Enjoy ako sa Jollibee! hahahaha!

Bionic Perfection
Posted at 01:55 PM

People sometimes claim to be someone they are not but in the case of Boreas, this is an understatement. It was a pleasant day in the wicked city. The lithosphere cloaked by a few stray cumuli; and the stratosphere, of azure and birds flying in V’s. I walked across the tall firmament, still in awe of its grand stature. The marble pavement seemed to reflect a gentle invitation, a welcome. As the fair-faced beauty escorted me to a room where I was to sign my contract of servitude, I noticed two other shadows that pierced through the thick, glazed glass that served as a door I was meant to pass. I sat myself quietly, carefully skimming through the pages, letting my peripheral vision do the task of eyeing who these two strangers where. Silence broken. Question. I forged an entry through the silence that as of that moment, lay in shards of glass. “Hello” is always the most tasking step but my eloquence prevailed. A smile. A gesture. There is another soul in this, glass house, I was made to realize by a seemingly innocent Mary; her gentle eyes guiding me, veering me towards the opposite side of the wooden table, the way the Virgin led her Holy Son to the empty barrels of wine. Always, we are introduced to another circumstance that we do not mean to criticize, to dissert, but we do. Round eyes he had, almost bloodshot. The big white orbs should have illuminated the foreshadowing of a personality we meant to fathom in the future – empty. He spoke in the boldest voice for someone who looked the exact same opposite. His scrawny hands flailing this and that. As much as I was disgusted (forgive me for my bluntness), I let my most accommodating nature take the best of me. We, three lost souls, found company in the queerest of combinations. Fate it seems, has a way of filling the void. Everything seemed normal at first. But then, Boreas started his tall tales of himself, even mocking Judas by the way he unwittingly lied to his master – clumsy and obvious. “I am an artist.” “I am an intellectual with my books and readings.” “I am a poet with my words and rhyme.” “I am a philosopher with my views.” “I am an oracle. I am a Jedi.” These, although spoken indirectly, seemed nothing but innocent rants of an empty man. Fill the void, fill the void; I whispered to myself like a mantra, in the cold corners of my room. Artist? No, he was not. Save for the starving-artist-look he meaningfully fashions. An intellectual? Someone who poses to illuminate such an epithet should know better than to fish a title for himself. A poet? Not with your raspy ranting and crude way of piecing together a sentence. Philosopher? No. Not with your naivete and moronic embellishment. An oracle is an oracle. But you Boreas, are as full of yourself as your namesake. Please read: A Jedi was an order of warrior priests that followed the "light" side of the Force according to the Star Wars series of films by George Lucas; knights, who rescued those in need of rescuing. It seems though, that you’re the one who’s in need of a Jedi. You wallow in your own filth. A thorn, however small and seemingly insignificant, can cause much more than petulance. Malevolence, especially when stuck in the most fragile of subjects. Spite him as much as I want to, I am led to conclude that this is a pointless engagement with folly. And so silence, I mean to impose upon myself, save for this first and last mention of Boreas, the Great – Bionic Perfection. * The names have not been misconstrued, just modified to suit the mood. The general meaning of the “aliases” are somewhat the same, though. *Boreas ("north wind" or "devouring" was the Greek god with that name. He was the son of Eos and Aeolus, brother of Eurus, Notus and Zephyrus. Boreas was usually depicted as a racy old man, winged and very strong. * If you still can't decipher the symbolism, tough luck! * Working graveyard later. Rave!!!

chris cornell's Show Me How To Live

Happiness In A Guilded Box
Posted at 06:02 AM

HAPPINESS. All that you dream are of it. All that you scheme are for it. All that you fret, all that you sweat, vacuumed in a bottle called glee and delight, gift-wraped and tied with a golden ribbon for the celebrant called H. Yes, me and my friends are nesting, roosting to become the champions that we are in our game -- talking. An hour before I logged off work, while i was complacently waiting and aching for calls, I recieved a buzz from my fairy prince. He introduced himself as my fairgodmother, but of course there is only one fairygodmother in my life. Maybe it would delight him to think that he was the wish that was granted, instead. Logging off. Get ready, my dear pillow...

Vampire Chronicles I
Posted at 03:25 AM

When you have nothing to write about, just put fillers. Here's a list of books I've collected and read over the years.

Christien's Last Song Syndrome

Vampire Chronicles II
Posted at 03:37 AM

Still, a continuation of my almost infinite collection of little treasures. I've completed Anne Rice's Vampire chronicles. I have yet to post her other books I've tediously sought for and now own, read and admire for my own delight. The last two books were purchased in hard covers due to the fact that they are less susceptible to wear and tear plus they are very good investments.

Christien's Super Slow Version Of Waiting In Vain

Dark Have Been My Days Of Late
Posted at 06:32 AM

'Been sleeping the whole day, the whole week. Graveyard rocks! It's been a long time since I last wrote an entry for my site. That explains the exhiliration I'm feeling. Or maybe, It's the fact that I'll be recieving my pay for nerve-racking servitude in a few hours from now. Anyway, I've listed some of the books enamored by me in my former entries. Other books included are Pandora , Vittorio , Servant of the Bones and Violin. I'm still constantly longing for Master of Rampling Gate Mr. Suave Is At It Again Wylmer has grown tired of auctioning the Malicsi clan to us, his fellow warped phone viruses. He is trying to sell himself instead to Gwen, my little doppelganger; who in turn tries to shrug off the offer by saying, she's a plant (and thus, can't feel anything). Duh! Gotcha! Some ereps have been taking our pictures in the training room ala-paparachi. Hehehe! Cris Cross I took a call a while ago, and a funny thing happened. My new found friend Christien, who also happens to be my seatmate; and I got a call at the same time and we had the same opening spiel. Everybody was laughing because we had the same opening spiel and we said in such enthusiastic chorus - "Hi, my name is Cris, can I have your domain name please." My caller had to ask why I was laughing "Wala pa bang break Chris", I asked Christien. "You missed it", she replied. "Hintayin ko na lang magkasakit ako sa bato", I retorted with a sly snicker. "Gago ka talaga,Cris", she laughingly said. Rerun Roundup This morning, we were having fun in a conference chat by naming oldies in the Philippine cinema. Names like Dante Barona and Tina Paner popped out which caused much cackling and hooting. But the one that caused much belly-rolling and applause was the name WengWeng. Hahahaha! Can you still remember him The pituitary dwarf who looks like Sto. Nino? How I hated seeing him in Philippine Movie Classics Promising Day The sun's topaz tinted lances are beginning to split the obsidian skies. Morning na! No irate calls, so far. Someone up there must be smiling over me Payday! What to do. What to do. I will try to meet my golden god later; that is if my heavy little pretties don't drop like lead over my already pale face. Will I still be in Alive-Alive mode? Here's keepin' my hopes up.