of heaven and heavenly bodies

what i really wanna do is write about my Holy Week getaway but the writer within me ( yes, there is one and she`s just as pretty ;) must've been left sun- bathing on the powder- white shores of Kaputian Island because i've been staring silly at the picture before me for what seems like 3 years now. the photo is truly lovely, is it not? it never fails to make me smile. this was taken aboard the pumpboat that took us to the garden island of samal, where we spent the holy week drinking and admiring the crowd which is distinctively pinoy... brown and happy.

burn, baby. burn!

lelit is having a great day considering her bike crashed towards the open sewage just when she went out of her building's gate this morning, then yet another one of those blasted messengers reminded her of her so- called deadline to reconcile with her ex- boyfriend or forever hold her peace (an ultimatum of sorts from the man himself, duh! ), and lunch was not at all that satisfying... at any less auspicious day, any one of those situations would've been enough to summon the sheDevil within...but no, not today. it took a much stronger element from the deep bowels of the earth to get this baby burnin'... burnin' with so much desire to whip the living daylights out of the resident rat. fyi, this particular rat looks strangely human, speaks too, and she gets a bigger salary than most people in the office. oh well, looking over other peoples monitors from behind or lording it over the maintainance guys or dialing ones phone number to check on the maid every five minutes may not be as easy a job as it appears. presumably, that settled the pay check.and therefore, not the reason for her most recent brush with death. the sheRat, obviously bored, and eager for some action (of the yakking sort), decided to make me the subject of her exercise. and so, she proceeded, ranting and raving about me this and that... alas! enter the horned, whip- toting, SkimpyShinyBlackLeatherBikini- clad , burning hot mama in boots with legs wide open, poised for the kill... and she blurts out, god bless you lelit! in so urgent a fashion, one could tell she means the exact opposite thing (like god hit her with a lightning bolt or do whatever it would take to bring her back to hell)... i scared the rat, i light a cigarette, and smile...sheDevil safely tucked- back in :)

wet + sober at past 10pm = TANTRUM

here's the bad story behind the equation...

as the pic suggests, my usual "party glow" seems amiss. and why not?! we had to stand and wait (in pretty party outfits, no less) for an eternity to get a table. yes, only to get a table because the chairs came several decades after. and then, as if that wasnt bad enough, the rain came a fallin before the beer begun a pourin!

before the blasted rain completely drown us, we ditched the nook we struggled so hard to obtain to stand once more in jickong's overcrowded bar. and an aweful bar it was! not a single attractive male could be found there. oh well, its better than getting wet. so, a couple of varecose veins after, the waiter managed to get us another table. this time, we no longer have to worry about getting wet because it came with an umbrella. i feel an ounce of hope.... But just when we was about to have fun, the last call for beer was announced. In Davao City, that means we dont care if you want more, be off!

arghh... my distress was filling- up to the brim! i had to get home (and rush) before i start breaking them red horse bottles on drunk peoples heads. what can i say? i become terribly envious when other people get drunk and im not.

oh sweet, dear nina! and it was your birthday! we shall recoup...and party with a vengeance!

photographs from the past

an uneventful (meaning no beer) night turned my attention to some photographs i have yet to sort after a year it was taken. a very tricky business for me since the very pics in question are part of the golden (some might disagree but what the heck, this is my blog) memories of a not- so- distant- romantic- sort of past i so wish to relive...really, im being very honest here. dont tell anyone else...i`ll deny it ;)

oh macy gray! i do try but i choke and i stumble!

anyway, organize them pictures i did. lelit in this pose and that beaming, smiling sweetly, bright- eyed... god! was i happy! not even a truck full of red horse could make me smile like i did in those days.

oh well, im due for a vacation, as when this photo was taken, in two weeks time and i wonder... would there be pictures taken while i sunbathe, tanned and bikini- clad, in a glorious beach location somewhere? the answer is yes... lelit alone is lelit with the world in her hands and every god damn man, photographer or not, in it! whoever said i needed to smile like that to get by?!

The Uly Project

ok, i was bored. i needed a project and i dont mean another website. while i dont lack for male company in the office, its also one place where there are more virgins than in biblical jerusalem so a one time feel good lay was out of the question. after all, im not out to destroy any kids life, a little fun is all im wanting.

i began my undertaking. i have my eyes set on uly. quiet, timid, and seemingly oblivious to anyone and anything, he`s the perfect candidate for what i have in mind (oh, you will know about that in awhile...ssshhh). im adept at research, i know he enjoys drinking, likes good food, and he would never spend time alone with me if his life depended on it! but, he has this zit, and i know that he would be willing to do whatever to wipe it out. very casually (almost motherly, really), i presented him with a solution and he bought it!

a trip to a derma clinic, hours of malling, and several "till sunrise" drinking sessions, dinner at home, and more drinking bouts after, here he is on this pic... transformed and looking comfortably close...to me :)

hey! i can be wholesome too.

whoogee! it`s my birthday!

i just love birthdays, particularly mine. i savour that one day in a year when my family and friends come together to be with me and have fun! oh and we surely did that night at kanto bar! my sweet sir eric gave me a bouquet of roses, lovely! and dear melissa, how`d u know i adore flowers done in watercolor? some angel brought me the best chocolate cake ever, i was so unwilling to share it! 30 something years now and i really havent quite outgrown the thrill of having a birthday party.

the initiation of mordee

for months now, i have had the horror of reading bad article upon bad article in search of a writer. then came mordee. marlboro- smoking, red horse- drinking, and never late, i have found my kind of guy... to work with :) as is the tradition (of mine, that is), his very first pay check was dedicated to the pursuit of drunken bliss. and he brought a camera to document it too! oh we had fun! despite the band of oddly dressed ( borrowed from some undernourished fifth graders, no doubt) women (?) singing songs from days where hair sprays played a major role in people's lives. we could' nt care less, beer was flowing, everybody drunk, and the camera kept on clicking...welcome mordee! great to have you aboard!

sabel on my mirror

there i was, samantha jones in the flesh, only brown. i knew exactly what i wanted and mostly got it too. i was living my life on my rules and altering it was out of the question. then you came, so much like me and yet completely unlike. we were outgoing, outspoken, and carefree. but while manolo blahnik was making sure my heels were well- made, you delighted in P20 shirts. i drove like a maniac and you dont drive at all. i retain an accountant for my financial obligations and you dont really think a tax identification number is a must- have. still, you took me by storm and ive never been as willing to get blown away. and blown away, i was. my life made a complete turn and ive never been happier. i was never farther than an arms length from you and i never wanna be. i didnt and hardly cared to notice that lelit was slowly disappearing into the shadow of another lelit, the girlfriend of. i have completely forgotten the life that i lived for so long but it didnt matter, surely joy is priceless and whatever was given up was a very small price to pay. three years after, here i am. samantha jones no more. i look at the mirror, i see sabel , creation of ben cabs genius, reflection of what lies inside me.

like a bad fuck

and so i had my long weekend, courtesy of Andres Bonifacio. truth be told, i wasnt looking forward to it at all. see, i've been having so much bad mood lately that i have taken to burning incense and watching "pangarap na bituin", even reading tagalog novels. yes, those that come with lyrics of a love song on the back cover. i was determined to enjoy the time off and erase the possibility of despair creeping up on me so i planned the days carefully. my mind was set, each day will be dedicated to drunkenness at night and literary appreciation while mending a hang-over during the day. how fortunate i thought that jessie should own a copy of the much anticipated gabriel garcia marquez book, "the memories of my melancholy whores" because its on my list. saturday morning, the drunkennes now taken cared of, and a hang- over brewing, its time for literature, i laid myself on drowsy, my day bed, and started to read. at first, it was impressive. the idea of an ugly, practically penniless, ninety year old bachelor, celebrating his birthday with a whore to be, 14 year old, virgin seemed both perverse and appealing. i read on... and on... always anticipating that the next page would give justice to the raving reviews i read about the book. i want a climax... alas! the last page was turned and that climax was never to be. i finished the book infuriated. i felt like ive been flirting for hours with the hottest guy in the room, manipulating every element necessary to end up in bed with him, and after all that dirty talk and gallons of sweat... no orgasm! all i could do was get up, light a smoke, and pass the book to girlie. what can i say? misery loves comapany ;)

payday ritual

No, these peeps are not some Red Horse gulping "tambays" i happened to pass by (and decided to join...as is the usual case) one Friday night. These are my new officemates. Yes, I have gone quite tired of Zuma and got a job! Now, I sit in a desk wondering why there has to be a connection between having officemates (prospective drinking buddies, actually) and work. Oh well... what i really want to say here is how the precedent of what is now a payday ritual came to be. and more importantly, I found a really nice bunch! not to mention a pair of the shiest eyes who ever gawked on my legs... hmm... or was it at my boobs?