And here it is Estee, the answer to question... I am a romantic fool. How I came up with that answer, we'll talk about it when you pay us a visit your wonderful home everyone knows as Bora.

June is coming. I will soon have to say goodbye to the summer life I've been leading, to my college friends who have graduated and will be moving on to new things. Wait a second, I feel sappiness coming up. Boo! No to that. I've had enough of that in Bora and the drunk nights spent there.

I'm at Bern's, with everyone else, yet again. Is something wrong with me that I've lost the abilitiy to enjoy my family's company? Is this normal? I spent less than 24 hours in Caliraya and it was among the longest 24 hours I've ever spent in any one place where a jetski was parked nearby. When I arrived in Manila, I was like, "I'm home! Let me take a quick shower and head over to Xavier Grille". (Weng, it's jologs, but you can't really go wrong with a 20 peso beer).

Last night was the much awaited poker party. I lost 100 bucks early, I did not counsel patience, and decided it just wasn't my lucky day. Banatan nalang ang videoke, play those sad songs, and let's beat that high score!

It's beautiful how we can talk for hours and still miss each other the day after.

Meatshopping is still on the agenda, along with frisbee afternoons, and maybe poker nights... these are the things we've been living for the past weeks. And I'm sorely going to miss it.

Here goes...

I haven’t been much for poetry lately. And I’ve long past writing for sheer pleasure and inspiration. But for Bianx, Camilleefooo, TinBonbonner, and CheenaBean here goes…

Come a certain day in August of this year, I’d have known Camille, Tin, Cheena, and Bianx at least four years. Four years doesn’t sound as if it’s very long, and yet I feel incredibly old. The physical memories of the time we’ve spent together are no longer vivid. For the life of me, I cannot remember what year I almost ran over TinBon nuninooing across the AS Parking Lot, or exactly how long Camille and I spent sleepless editing videos and designing posters over packages of Winston Reds, or what year in college we were when we thought drinking beer at Chocolate Kiss at 12 noon seemed like a good idea. And yet, I am thankful that the emotional memories seem stronger than ever. Despite the time we’ve spent apart living our own lives, finding our niches, and growing into the persons we are going to be for many years to come, all it takes is one teeny text message, one look, one smile, one hyper sigaw, or whine and we know that what we share is still very much there and will last our lifetimes.

I actually miss those days where I would, willingly desire to drive the Hi-Ace into a tree, to find some sort of escape from our responsibility we call living, knowing that somewhere in the back seat are Camille, Tin, Bianx, and Cheena egging me on, doing it with certainty that I’d come to my senses, and drive us back to school, to a bar, to wherever it is we need to be.

Taking this from Kat and giving it a new twist, if there’s something we call falling in love (which is something I love, pardon the redundancy), then there’s such a thing as falling into friendship, and into sisterhood. This is it.

No regrets, the tears were worth it. You’ve all enriched my life and I’m better off with you in it. And if I’ve never said it before, I’m telling it to the world.

Terry, Bianx, CheenaBean, Dinggay, Teeds, CamilleeeFooo, Tinbon, Liv, Bernz, Risa, and of course, Sigs: Kisses!

Some Life Lessons That May Never Change

Rule: Never try to swim a full lap in an 8 foot pool with a clogged nose and the flu.

I missed training today because of this nasty, nasty case of the flu I seem to have come down with. (My doctor tells me my tonsils have been infected at a seemingly another level.) I don't know what came over me, but I felt absolutely compelled to get any form of exercise down. Siyempre, swimming nalang ako, low impact and very good for the lungs. I did not nearly drown (Thank the heavens) but after swimming a third of the distance, the air couldn't get out of my nose and I totally lost my rhythm. I ended up stopping in the middle of the pool and swallowing an indecent amount of water because I forgot to start treading.


Rule: No more hopeless crushes.

Anything that involves the word hopeless, and involves acts of near insanity such as trekking a two kilometer stretch of loose sand on Puerto Galera, barefoot, kahit na under the guise of a frisbee challenge para lang makapag-interact is not good for anyone's health. (knock...knock...um, Lisa?)


Rule: If it just concerns your pride, don't pretend you don't when you really, really, do.

No regrets...

I'm alive

There are days, like today where I wake up and feel like writing. Only to find out, I really have nothing to write. I want to write about only the cheeriest of things. And I've been a bit confused lately that may not really be possible.

I promised myself, no more late nights, my body can take only so much abuse. But last night was movie night with Pisay roommates (whom I've been missing), Monday was Chicken Boy night (where thankfully, I had only Diet Coke and monster isaw), Sunday was Part 2 of Sunday Cantina nights with Toto, Josh, and Dei (and they wonder bakit walang tao). I feel incredibly tired, distracted, sometimes confused???, but I can't stop myself from doing unproductive, time consuming activities like four hour tambays on the hood of RG's car with IEC oldies Iusy, Mark, Monde, and the like. What is wrong with me? It's deja vu. Me going back to a phase na dapat nalampasan ko na by now.

My friends are graduating this weekend! Parties next week. Patay na naman ako.



For now, I'll dream of the beach.

One Rant and Then Everything's Good

Did I forget to say we no longer have a maid? Or we do, but she could not exist and the house would not be any different. Nagiging domestic na ako! And lumalabas na ang aking pagka-OC sa kalinisan. I actually spent Sunday morning gardening.

I'd ask her if she's seen anything of mine, and all she'd do is say yes or no and go about her business. Ahem, hindi ba niya balak hanapin? Oh, and she allows 6pm to pass na wala palang dinner and we'd end up eating pizza. Really, ha, very competent.

Whatnot

I've been moping since Saturday of last week because I won't be able to go to Galera tomorrow. While my friends are enjoying the warm sun on their faces, I will be at home, studying for next week's exams and dreaming of summer. Boohoo. Buti nalang, nakapag-Tagaytay ako, kahit na on official business, it was a good refresher. I love the city, but there are a lot of times where I find I almost feel suffocated and restless being in it.

I live for each day, like today, it's been a great year, so far. (Still no signs of bad luck predicted by my Tita's fengshui expert.) Last tuesday was a dent in my fender, but that and a few ciggies aside, it's B-E-A-U-tiful!

Can't Hardly Wait

What I'm really supposed to be doing now is writing down points for reflection for the Grand School later. But somehow, I can't find it in myself to focus, think, and organize my ideas into coherent statements.

I feel excited about something and ecstatic, and yet I have no idea what it is. I woke up this morning with butterflies in my stomach and no memory at all of what I had dreamt last night. But I do know that I did dream. Something big is about to happen, and I can't hardly wait.