Catching Up

It was the longest four hours of clubbing that I have ever experienced. And I don't mean that in a bad way. It was so much fun I thought I had been there longer. 

I came in around 2AM, well dressed, smelling fresh and excited. I emerged four hours later, wasted, given out and taken in digits from so many people I know I won't remember, and with a big grin from ear to ear.

That's because I got what I came there to get: cruising and being cruised, and of course, dancing the night away.

It was awesome.

I can't believe I missed this most days of my life. I got a lot of catching up to do, and boy, am I ever catching up.

Get ready guys, I am so coming back.

Of Cracks and Pirates

Funny thing.

I've been browsing the net just now for a crack to a game I just downloaded. My search led me to this online site where legitimate buyers of the game ask the game's administrators for solutions to bugs. 

Then there came this one person who asked the very same manufacturer for a crack to the game. Made me laugh. The poster didn't realize that the site was legit.

What's more is that another poster came along and asked the same manufacturer for the very same crack. I think the manufacturer almost had a heart attack. Haha. ;p

Big Buddha

Few hours ago, Ker craved for Chinese food, specifically for dumplings. So between the ghastly wind and the pouring rain, Ker, Ken and I headed to Big Buddha at Greenbelt 3 to satisfy Ker's very discriminating palate. And we weren't disappointed. The shrimp dumplings were superb, the spare ribs were full to the taste, and the fish fillet in garlic was divine.  The pork siomai was not outstanding though, but it wasn't bad. Over-all we got our money's worth and left with a little more weight in the tummy. Definitely worth a second visit for the Chinese cravers.

I'm back

Renewed and recharged.

Bring it on.

I'm Coming Home

It's late; it's really late--oh scratch that--it's early, really early, and I'm still staring at my laptop in a swirling buzz of emotions.

I think my two-month testing period is finally reaching its conclusion. What universe I'm trying to go to has finally answered back and made me realize that it isn't for me.

I'm taking a leave of absence, a hiatus in the word of R, and I'm not sure when I'm coming back. After today, I'm returning home to San Pablo. I will disconnect myself from the virtual world, from my social world, and from Manila.

I will flee as I have always done in times when I can no longer carry the burden alone.

I will return to my home.

Break

I need a breather.

I need to escape everything about my life right now. 

I need to retreat.

Regroup.

Re-assess my situation.

And eventually, find my center again.

To show myself to the world again.

Without complexities.

Without sorrow.

Without wayward expectations.

For then can I only say, that I am living again.

And perhaps, that I am worth living for,

Again.

Missing the Old, Missing the New

For lack of a better thing to do (and for lack of an inspiration to write about my gimmick last night--which was awesome), I began arranging and re-arranging my old files in my laptop. In the rustle and bustle of looking at the folders, I came across this piece of blog entry that I never got around to posting. It intrigued me how I have felt this way not two months ago. 

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I'm entering a new relationship right now. At times I wonder why M isn't the one beside me. Why there isn't an intelligent person selflessly giving insights about love and life in general. Yes, I miss M. Contrary to what other people might think, those four months that we shared were packed with fruitful life experiences. In fact, it could very well be more than what others may have in a lifetime.

But at the same time, I am thrilled with this new person trying to enter my life. It's exciting as ice cream on a hot summer day. It is gratifying and, at the same time, it is comforting knowing fully well that the next kiss of the lips on the cold ice will only remind you more of how hot the summer sun is and how lucky you are to be enjoying the awesome treat. I am like that now. Each day brings a welcome shiver down the spine. 

I just hope this lasts.

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It didn't.

Awww

Awww.

It's been too long since I heard it last from someone who cares about me. Of course, my closest friends have always understood me, and I them, that there need not be words spoken among us. But sometimes, just sometimes, I miss it. That expression which manifests genuine concern for me and my exploits. That tone of voice that shows vulnerability and strength at the same time.

Just now, I've been reading blogs and, in the midst of showing concern for these people whose lives I am trying to meddle with, I was suddenly struck by the thought that none of these online buddies, as it were, will ever ever mention that word to me. Will any of them ever care enough to give me a reassuring pat at the back when times get rough? Will any of them ever go out of their way to say how much I mean to the world when all I can think of is cursing it back?

I guess not, but I hope so.

Sana, someone will prove me wrong this time.

Nonsense

I was just browsing the net when I suddenly thought of just mellowing down. But from what? I haven't been doing anything passionately lately for me to slow things down a bit. And so I thought, why not spice things up instead? Why not go to that place I long to go to and enjoy the night away, like how all nights are supposed to be enjoyed? Yeah. I'd most probably do that. Yeba.

P.S.

Hey whatdya expect? The title said it all. Hehe.. ;p

Party boy

I loved what happened last Saturday night. I can't believe I waited 26 years to be there. Where have I been most of my life? Tsk tsk. Anyway, no use crying over spilled milk. So, come next Saturday, I'll be there again. After all, I have to make up for lost time, right?

Right.