Apr 2009

Hmmm...

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On the lighter side:

It's a relief when you're passing a good vibes even if it means you've been just sucked out, or vacuumed.

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"So, what do you thank me for?"

I am now literally sick after months of abusive pal-ship.
So tired of washing other people's laundry and doing the course of martyrdom.
Got totally exhausted trying to upstage all the patron of friendships where even the man's bestfriend bits the hand of his master.
Used and abused.
And worst,
even offered myself to sustain the existence of these parasites.
Now, what else do you want from me?

T's just an entry to my current favorite song.
Hope you'll like it,
it's YOU in it.

I dont want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I dont want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I dont want to be the bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I dont want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I dont want to be to be your babysitter
Youre a very big boy now
I dont want to be your mother
I didnt carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door

(chorus)
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at half past six
Well I already know that youd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see its too much to ask for and Im not the doctor

I dont want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon
I dont want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I dont want to be your food or the light from the fridge
On your face at midnight
Hey what are you hungry for
I dont want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I dont want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and Im afraid of heights
I dont want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window

(repeat chorus)

I dont want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I dont want to be responsible for your fractured heart
And its wounded beat
I dont want to be a substitute for the smoke youve been inhaling
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for

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Oh yeah, Bantayan Island almost transformed into a gay mecca during the 2009 Holy Week. What else do you expect?

Good thing I was able to nabbed some straight eyecandy who looks like Ryan Agoncillo and groove-bumped into a hard-rod-sticking-inside-his-boxer dude. There were also some beautiful trans who never fails to entertain us leaving those overrated straight-acting but still obvious fags I don't know what has really gotten into them. Gaaaaahhn!!!

So?
Wanna be the next King of Kinamayahaaaaaaaan Festival?

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"Thirty. Flirty. And thriving."

Should've been my current shout out. It should be. It's my current life.

I just had lunch with one of my bestfriends from PETEBulls, Anne. We talked about our careers -well, the work in here can still be considered as a career. We're both on the brink of quitting this so-called careers. But I think it's not really a very good idea. I just can imagine my Mom's face and can hear her litanies. Let's skip this paragraph.

I am not really good in planning my life. I mean, life-long plans -I don't have. Any. But I'd sometimes make plans for the next 1-2 months of my life based on my current emotional status and my latest bank statement. But I'm getting older. I should have at least one good life plan. Well, thinking, it all boils down to money.

My 6 months contract with the network will expire on June. It's going to be my third year in the company and I'll be eligible to apply for the SSS loan (hmmm... I think I still owe 10,000 bucks from my previous application). If things will look good before the end of June, and if I'll consider the 13th month pay, then I'll sign for another 6 months. And hopefully by that time I'll be completely out of debts (my Globe, my Globewest, my ChinaTrust). Aaaaarrrggghhh! I need some sleep.

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The sun.
The tan.
The rhum.
Equals FUN.

Hmmm...
but something really bad had happened,
and I'm trying to bury it on the sand in Bantayan.

On a depressed mode for the past 8 days.

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Vicky, Cristina, Baktinellah!

After our wonderful trip to Siargao, A and I decided to spend her post-birhtday celebration and experience holy week in Bantayan (we've been dying to experience the HW in bantayan for 2 years).
Info relayed to VV&Co.'s Queenbee and The Brat and to my (Kanojo Bestfriend) KBF Ces. The five of us confirmed right away (after some hot and cold strains with The Brat) and the Queenbee decided to bring her bro, Francis.

The Bantayan HW experience was a total blast, not to mention my scorching-heat mood. Hehe!

Photo by: Marienette
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Summertime blows me away

And summertime I can't stay

It's not sensible, but I'm desperate

I'm a part of it

What I find takes me away

And what I find I can't stay

It's inevitable though' I can't let go

I will never know

Oh baby, "why does August get the best of me?"

September comes and I am hot to see

My heart will keep burning for you

Summertime blows me away

And summertime leads me astray

With these hopeless dreams of these endless things

I may not achieve

What I see I don't know

But it's killing me

I can't see why everything crumbles

And I can't let it be

Oh baby, "why does August get the best of me?"

September comes and I am hot to see

My heart will keep burning for you

Cus what I got they say will last for several days

Weather man says, "ain't nothings going to change"

My heart will keep burning for you

The island(s).
The beaches.
The surfers.
The people.
The resort.
The food.
The experience.

It keeps on coming back.
Everyday.

I'm going back to Siargao.
ASAP!