there's gotta be more to life than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me

If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen.
Don't effin' blame the chef!

Friday, September 30, 2005


Dirty Little

I reckon the new video of All American Rejects was inspired by this website. It's just too conspicuous.

I've sent mine. Could any of you spot which one it is?

You're My

Did anybody see you come into my house last night? When I got your message on my [cellphone] that you wanna do everything I like, alright. Alright!

I like being in the same room as you and your girlfriend. The fact that she [doesn't] know really turns me on. She'll never guess in a million years that we've got this thing going on.

You're my little secret and that's how we should keep it. It's on everybody's mind, about you and I. They think so, but they don't really know or wanna know. We should never let `em know. Never let it show. If you know like I know, we should never let it go.

If anybody knew that it was you and your house that I was creepin' to all the time, I'd probably still do it `cause I find it hard to keep you off of my mind.

Everybody cheats, but you gotta know how; you gotta know when; you gotta know why. My infatuation with you is taking me on an emotional high. I'm caught all up in this love affair, baby. Speculation will bring us stares. All my friends are asking about it, still the truth I can't reveal.

As long as I'm right here, you ain't never gonna be by yourself. The love that we shared stays on my mind. You're always gonna be a little secret of mine.

I love you in all our moments of absurdity and [promiscuity].

Under My Skin

In my mind, it hurts.

It mustn't. It doesn't.
But it does.

It is real.
I'm twenty and it is real.

The world is filthy.
I want my Mama.

*.* as if! @ 1:45:00 PM • • RBJ

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Hearts and Stars

I did not get my heart trampled on again. I am not broken-hearted, so to speak. I am not. I love him but I'm not IN love with him. It's not a matter of unrequited love. It's a completely different story.

Being in love is when you hold someone's hands and the two of you spin in place. The centrifugal and centripetal forces keep the two of you in situ. You spin and spin and spin and all the world transforms into random lines, into an unintelligible haze of colors, multiple rainbows even. All you see is what moves with you - the person in front of you. All you see is the person holding you in place. Your heartbeats race and your laughters are in sync. You start to feel dizzy but you snub it because you refuse to cease basking in bliss. But, if any of you let go before slowing down, it is inevitable for either or both to sustain injuries.

Love is when the spinning stops. The two of you are naturally inebriated and neither fights the urge to flop. You lie side by side, with a hand in the other's. You do not see each other but you do not need to see to know they are there. You smile in spite of yourselves and as the rest of the world falls back into place, you are overwhelmed with a sense of contentment and thankfulness that the wild ride was through.

I love him but I'm not in love with him. Is that okeiii?

Weird Spaghetti, no. Pass it to the left-hand side is not about doobie. hihi


Hotels are classified using stars. 5 stars are for the best and 3 stars are supposedly for the good-enough. Today, I encountered a 3-star hotel that is, IMO, less than good-enough.

When dealing with business, I always speak in English. I consider it self-training since I am obligated to speak in English to my American boss. In addition, in my experience, being able to speak proper english instantaneously earns you respect. I called up the hotel's trunkline and asked to be transferred to Sales that I may inquire about the rates and amenities.

I was attended to by no less than the Sales and Marketing MANAGER. From the beginning of our conversation, I had to shelf my english-speaking training because he seemed not to understand what I was saying. In a nutshell, I was not satisfied with how I was entertained. Take into consideration his fickle information regarding the service car and I made up my mind that that hotel will never be an option again.

So overrated. Like trust. NVM.

*.* as if! @ 2:32:00 PM • • RBJ

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Pass it to the left-hand side

This is not a poem.

I am in denial
Anger made me wash my dirty laundry
Anger made me scrub the toilet

How ever far away, I will always love you
How ever long I stay, I will always love you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you
I will always love you
I will always love you

you I love will always
love will you always I
will I always you love
you always I love will
always love will I you

Because I always feel I'm a child
Whenever I'm alone with you
In the dusk
Your arms cuddling me close, too close
My hand steady on your chest

Because I always feel I'm a woman
Whenever I'm alone with you
In the dark
Your fingertips on my lips, my cheeks
A lock of my hair in your hands

Such a gift you gave me
The perfect reason to remember you by
I give it back to her, you see
Butterfly, Flutter by
Good bye, Good bye


My angel, my friend, my sister, my support line operator Ariane, you are the heels of my stilletos that carries me through this long and pebbly ordeal. I could not possibly express the overflowing gratitude I feel for you.

Meg, you don't have to say anything. Knowing you're by my side makes this load a million tons lighter.

*.* as if! @ 4:05:00 PM • • RBJ

Monday, September 26, 2005

Taft Ave. as Freedom Park

Going to the Bar Ops made me miss UPLB quite terribly. It reminded me too much of Feb Fair. Such fun.

U! nibersidad! ng Pilipinas!

Our booth was right beside UP Law's. How many more reminders did I need to see?

The battle of the colleges does not end with UAAP. An even tougher battle is whose College of Law is the best. Maroon, Blue, and Red were everywhere.

If I were given a month to study, would I pass the bar exams like Frank Abagnale, Jr. did?

The best part of this year's Bar Ops would have to be the Extra Joss, Colt ice and dubi!!! ^_^ (and some more that I promised not to blog about)

I pray Dax will pass this time. Xing my fingers! =)

*.* as if! @ 3:38:00 PM • • RBJ

Sunday, September 25, 2005


The Greenpeace orientation didn't happen. Apparently, the orientation was moved to Sunday because not many volunteers were available for Saturday and the GP people kinda failed to inform those who confirmed to show up on Saturday. Anyway, we stayed for the first aid training just to make our travel worthwhile. I was completely bored because all that was discussed I already took up in high school PEHM. Plus, the trainor who is an emergency medicine doctor in OSMAK can't get his act straight. He was stut-stut-stuttering 90% of the discussion. Thank God Ighie went with me. Don't assume you can handle being by yourself.

We checked Gateway out after GP. After strolling a bit and admiring the interiors, we went to the ten-peso-admission washroom to freshen up. I powdered my greasy face and was mortified to see that I looked like a crab. I was so disappointed with my loose powder because I've been an avid patron of that product line. Don't buy the new pink Pond's Beauty Powder.

We decided to watch Red Eye but the next screening was at 7:10. It was 4:30. We hanged out at Starbs to kill time and to whine. We had a Grande Almond Latte each and a pack of Marlboro Lights.

The movie was shown with reserved seating so I chose two seats in the middle of the fifth row. What a grave mistake it turned out to be. The seats were too close to the screen and I was already nauseous through the trailers. Don't get seats at least ten rows from the screen in Gateway Moviehouse.

Thankfully, sporadic seating position shifts got me through the whole film without throwing up. I knew the movie is Suspense-Action but I didn't think the caffeine would kick in strong. During the climax, Ighie and I were on the edge of our seats and practically gagging ourselves to suffocation with our hands just to stifle our shrieks and screams. Don't drink coffee before watching a suspense movie.

The rest of the evening went by without any more lessons learned. We both had a Burrito in Taco Bell, took a cab to my apartment, and watched PBB. JB was voted out. Awww... wawang Say. If Say ended up with Sam, my theory of a pool of writers playing God (as in The Truman Show) by determining the plot would be strengthened.

By midnight, I walked Ighie out of the subdivision, bought a pack of Marlboro in Ministop and SMSed Kevin my birthday greetings. He called me up, picked me up from the apartment and drove me to his party. Lakas! The party host left his party for moi. o^_^o

I saw Jesse again whom I last saw the night I met him, Jaisen and Rjhai in Basement over a year ago. He is soooo GAY! I can't believe I eff danced with him. He would kill anyone who touches his face.

To cap the night, I was taught the biggest lesson a smoker must learn. Don't let your pack of Marlboro sit unattended in the middle of the table.

*.* as if! @ 10:33:00 AM • • RBJ

Friday, September 23, 2005

Happy Floi

The average Filipina shoe size is 6.

I went to Mega with Meg yesterday to buy the Happy Feet sandals I've been eyeing on, the blue one with polka dots and stars. I know that everything on display are on the smallest size available. EVERY SINGLE ONE is either size 5 or 7. How lucky. The only styles on size 6 are with black soles and in colors white, apple green, red and lavender. I would never compromise what I want for the one available so I decided to defer buying.

We looked for a Globe center so that I could pay via GCash the goodies I scored from eBay when we decided to pass through the Apple Center. Danng! Me likey Ipod! But after discussing it through with Ipertz, we've concluded that a Creative Zen Touch 20GB MP3 player is more worth what it costs. All I need to do is see if it's available here.

I treated Meg to Tokyo Tokyo because Jap food makes me happy and I'm generous when I'm happy. I was halfway through enjoying the Fried Gyoza with my Tonkatsu when I decided to check the time. I reached for my phone in my bag and splash! The bag caused my red iced tea to spill. I thought I've long been over my clumsiness. I couldn't proceed with my meal while my crotch is freezing. On the other, I didn't feel embarrassed at all which might have meant I'm so over caring for what other people thinks.

When I arrived home, I tuned in to Desperate Housewives on Studio 23 and missed my Mum. It was such a strange feeling because I never thought I ever would. Maybe I'll go invite her for some mother-daughter bonding sometime.

While watching the back-to-back episodes of SATC on HBO, I decided that my chipped red nails are far from glam so I acetoned it off. I was deciding between a french tip and black polish. I chose the former because I don't want to clip my nails off yet and black polish is cuter on short nails. So, I was meticulously applying the white tip when I received an SMS that proved that something irretrievable has been lost. Earlier, Meg and I were saying that things do change. People change. It's so sad that I have confirmed that I've grown out of you. You flaked out on Xaymaca tonight and I couldn't care less. Four months taught me how to be happy without you. Now that you're back, I am happy still.

Who needs a 1G pair of sandals when I not only already have happy feet, also happy toes, happy knees, happy shoulders and a happy head?

To nourish my happiness, I volunteered for Greenpeace Philippines. We wouldn't want it to fluctuate to critical levels again, would we? Orientation is tomorrow in East Kamias. I'm just Xing my fingers that I won't get lost. Dork.

One for the weekend. Got this from Bob. Cute.

You Are a Chick Rocker!

You're living proof that chicks can rock
You're inspired by Joan Jett and the Donnas
And when you rock, you rock hard
(Plus, you get all the cute guy groupies you want!)

*.* as if! @ 10:54:00 AM • • RBJ

Thursday, September 22, 2005

My Geeky Peter Pan

"Many people would kill to have your life."

Well, this life is mine and you can't have it.

I do have a good life, don't I? Sure, there's drama and heartbreaks and so and so but still, it is outnumbered by the things that make life beautiful. Take M-Y G-E-E-K, for example. He is one person who always always makes me fly everytime I see him. For the almost two years that I've known him, I can only think of happy thoughts when he's around and for that, he'll always have a special place in my heart. *tear*

He serves as an inspiration to me in a way. He'll be alive for three decades come January but he seems to be born only yesterday. Well, maybe that is because of the fact that he IS a very very late bloomer. Nonetheless, he's fine as ever. He does have uncanny resemblance to Champ Lui Pio and Josh Hartnett regardless of the age gap (Oh, those eyes). He's the-boy-who-never-grew-old personified. I am Wendy. ^_^

In SATC's episode last night entitled Let There Be Light, Carrie mentioned that it is a medical fact that sex makes women produce hormones that make them emotionally attached to the other person. I suppose I am an exception. That is the secret ingredient to my perfect unrelationship with My Geek.

When will looking for the one... be done? I say NOW.

1/10 times ten is equal to one, right?

In this world, there's real and make-believe.
(Although I know it's make-believe,) this feels real to me...

*.* as if! @ 12:11:00 PM • • RBJ

Monday, September 19, 2005

A True Josephian VS. Tunay na Iska


The unbelievable happened yesterday. I was getting ready to leave Pasig to go home to Las Piñas when Bob Marley sang Jammin' to an unregistered number. I answered and TENTENTENEN!!! It's Marlin.

We agreed to meet up at St. Jo after she said her prayers and head to Starbucks.

I was amazed at the renovations done on the buildings of my beloved Alma Mater. The structures that witnessed 11 years of my life were modernized. Atop the diamond building, a huge banner that reads "A TRUE JOSEPHIAN SPEAKS THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE" is hanging.

I turned to Em and said, "Ngunit pano `yon? Ang tunay na estudyante ng Unibersidad ng Pilipinas ay tinatangkilik ang wikang Filipino."

The English-speaking drive in our school started in `94. We were not allowed to speak Filipino inside the campus except during Filipino and HEKASI classes. If I remember correctly, there was a penalty of a peso per Filipino word uttered which went to the class fund. Thankfully, this ridiculous [and rather futile] attempt at training the students speak proper english was forgotten by the time I reached high school.

Why didn't anyone ever think of a Filipino-speaking drive? Must we not be trained to master our own language before moving on to a foreign one? Either way, bottom line is that nobody cared to accustom us to a single particular language. It would be stating the obvious to say that majority of Filipinos, myself included, best express ourselves using the language that unwittingly bridged the West and the East and, technically, has become our vernacular - TAGLISH.

Of the two, though, I am shamed to admit that I'd sweat blood if I were forced to speak straight Filipino while I could speak straight English without breaking a sweat. So much for patriotism.

How about you? Can you carry a conversation in Filipino without using a single foreign word like cellphone, nail polish and bag? Can you carry a conversation in English without using a single native word like kase, pero and ano?


May di kapani-paniwalang pangyayari na naganap kahapon. Naghahanda na akong umalis ng Pasig upang umuwi sa Las Piñas nang kumanta si Bob Marley ng Jammin' dulot ng isang di kilalang numero. Sinagot ko at TENTENTENEN!!! Si Marlin pala ang tumawag.

Nagkasundo kaming magkita sa St. Jo pagkatapos niyang magdasal at magpunta ng Starbucks.

Namangha ako sa mga pagbabagong ginawa sa mga gusali ng aking pinakamamahal na paaralan. Inalinsunod sa makabagong panahon ang mga istrukturang sumaksi sa labing isang taon ng aking buhay. Sa tuktok ng tinatawag na Diamond Building, isang malaking banner ang nagpapahay na "A TRUE JOSEPHIAN SPEAKS THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE".

Lumingon ako kay Em at sinabing, "Ngunit pano `yon? Ang tunay na estudyante ng Unibersidad ng Pilipinas ay tinatangkilik ang wikang Filipino."

Nagumpisa ang alituntuning pagsasalita ng Ingles sa aming paaralan noong `94. Hindi kame maaaring magsalita ng Filipino sa loob ng eskwelahan bukod na lamang sa mga klase ng Filipino at HEKASI. Kung tama ang aking pagkakaalala, merong multa ng piso sa bawat Filipinong salitang mabibigkas na napunta sa laang salapi ng klase. Malaki ang aking pasasalamat dahil ang katawa-tawang [at may pagka-walang saysay na] tangkang sanayin ang mga estudyante na magsalita ng tamang ingles ay nakalimutan na nung panahong ako'y pumasok ng mataas na paaralan.

Bakit walang nakaisip ng alituntuning pagsasalita ng Filipino? Hindi ba dapat na sanayin muna tayo sa ganap na kaalaman ng ating sariling wika bago lumipat sa banyagang wika? Ano pa man, ang nararapat na talakayin dito ay walang naghinanakit na ihilig tayo sa isang natatanging wika. Babanggitin ko lamang ang malinaw na nakikita kung aking sasabihin na karamihan sa atin, kasama na ang aking sarili, ay mas maayos na naipapahayag ang ating sarili gamit ang wikang walang katulinan sa pag-unawa na nakapagugnay ng Kanluran at Silangan at kung tutuusin ay ating naging lokal na wika - ang TAGLISH.

Sa dalawa, gayunpaman, nakahihiyang aminin na magpapawis ako ng dugo kung ako'y pinilit na magsalita ng tuwid na Filipino ngunit kaya ko'ng magsalita ng tuwid na Ingles ng hindi man lang pinapawisan. Hayan na nga ba ang pagiging makabayan.

Ikaw? Kaya mo bang magdala ng usapan sa Filipino na hindi gumagamit ng kahit isang wikang banyaga gaya ng cellphone, nail polish at bag? Kaya mo bang magdala ng usapan sa Ingles na hindi gumagamit ng kahit isang wikang katutubo gaya ng kase, pero at ano?

Dang! Such a fine feat it was translating all that. So, I guess I'm not a reputable Iskolar ng Bayan. Blame it on SJA. *belat*

*.* as if! @ 4:02:00 PM • • RBJ

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Feel Good Friday

It took

red nail polish,
a pair of Hollister flipflops,
the cutest Abercrombie skirt,
a trip to Xaymaca,
being around Elaine and Charm,
hanging out with Abe, Mike and Randolf,
Extra Joss mixed with San Mig,
Lintik live,
a warm hug,
a tight hug,
a hipgrip,
mah bebe Belle and her Bumi,
♥My Sweetheart♥, Neil and their friend Fifi,
a whiff o' hemp, and
standing outside the Big Brother house at 4AM

all in one night to get me back on track. I'm just waiting for the next time I get derailed. Hopefully, it's not anytime soon.

I started looking out for myself today
But then I stopped cause I don't care
I'm feeling bored of feeling numb
So now I'll stop cause I don't care

-- Stay on the Ground
Armor for Sleep

There's no better time to post this happy happy joy joy happy happy floi enjoy photo. I even want to do the happy happy joy joy dance on Temple's dancefloor but it just wouldn't be the same without my evil twin Chevy. hihihi

Cayio and Floi
Ren and Stimpy
Galera July 31 `05

*.* as if! @ 5:35:00 PM • • RBJ

Friday, September 16, 2005

An Open Letter

The following letter was originally sent some three months ago to someone deeply offended by the contents of this blog. It is now addressed to everyone who shares her sentiments. Shame on you, but what the hay, read on.

Sentences/words not applicable to the general readers have been omitted or edited.

In relation to this, read this post.

You have to understand that my blog is like an online journal, an outlet for every neurotic attack I have. It is never meant to be used as an instrument to inflict pain on people. I would never deliberately hurt anyone and knowing that I unintentionally hurt you hurts me back.

Writing is my therapy. Otherwise, if i don't share it and get advice, criticism, encouragement or any form of empathy and concern, I'm afraid I would have to get myself on Prozac.

I only write the truth. My blog serves as a documentation of my life. It helps me move on to actually read and affirm my emotions and thoughts on every happening and experience I go through. I'm not very comfortable in expressing negative emotions to people that's why I'm "out there" in my blog. It is my outlet. I write nothing but raw and unadulterated emotion: anger, hate, sadness, longing, joy, fulfillment. I don't aim to please anyone with my blog; hence, there is no need for euphemisms or icing on red hot chilli peppers, so to speak.

Everything you've read wasn't meant to be read by yourself. My blog URL is blatantly advertised but I never thought anyone would actually take the time to copy and paste that to read what I have to say. I guess, it was your curiosity that has led you to harm.

Take care.


Consider reading a broadsheet newspaper. This blog is like that - News, Editorial, Feature, even Obituary. If you were in my life, expect to read about yourself here.

This is not a tacky tabloid with blind items and magnified stories to solicit attention. Keep that in mind.

*.* as if! @ 12:09:00 PM • • RBJ

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Apologetically Almost

I almost want to say I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about this and that and everything in between.
I'm sorry I'm too honest. I'm sorry I lied.
I'm sorry I went berserk. I'm sorry I was indifferent.
I'm sorry I blogged. I'm sorry I didn't tell all.
I'm sorry I believed. I'm sorry you believed.
I'm sorry I fell. I'm sorry [if] you fell.
I'm sorry I met you. I'm sorry you met me.
I'm sorry we met. I'm sorry I went that night.
I'm sorry if I assumed. I'm sorry if you assumed.
I'm sorry if I pushed. I'm sorry if I pulled.
I'm sorry if I deceived you. I'm sorry if you deceived me.
I'm sorry I fought. I'm sorry I confessed.
I'm sorry for the kiss. I'm sorry for the hugs.
I'm sorry for the memories.
I'm sorry I put you in a position that could have been avoided.

I'm sorry I said I love you because I genuinely do.

I almost want to say I'm sorry. But I won't.
I almost want to be sorry. But I'm not.

Because you don't deserve my sorrow. Because you don't deserve anyone's sympathy.

But who am I to say what you deserve.

If I were just your meantime girl. If I were just your girl on the side.
Only for that, I truly am sorry.

*.* as if! @ 10:54:00 AM • • RBJ

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

The Tower Crashes

I was channel surfing last night in hopes of drowning my woes when I caught Zero Hour on Discovery. The final hour of AA Flight 11 was featured. The last events before the plane struck the North Tower of the World Trade Center were theoretically staged based on the flight attendant's conversation with the manager (?) for flight attendants on the ground.

Incredibly, the flight attendants managed to keep the passengers calm so it's sort of a relief to think that those people left this world in good spirits. Indeed, the flight attendants deserve heroic recognition for doing what they did.

By the end of the show, I was sobbing uncontrollably. I sobbed because I was terrified. I sobbed because I felt guilty. I sobbed because I have a bottle of vodka but I can't drink it by myself. I sobbed.

That moment when the 9/11 attacks happened, I was out partying. The next morning when I received a text message asking me to pray for the people in NY, I laughed it off. Selfish me thought I had too much to pray for to even bother to pray for those successful pricks in my dream city. That night, Bes and I were aghast as we were enlightened by what we saw on the front page of that day's newspaper. A picture of an airplane striking WTC was on it. Such a disaster.

Four years later, hear another tower crash. Innumerable Flight 11s struck. Will this tower be rebuilt? Or will it be remembered only as Ground Zero? Will it even be remembered?

I have been too keen on having faith on people that I have none left on myself.

Rebirth by Film [Will it work?]

Movie buddy, anyone?

*.* as if! @ 11:37:00 AM • • RBJ

Monday, September 12, 2005

Secret Postcards

I cried for four hours last Friday night - make that Saturday morning. It aggravated my turbulence. I realized crying could not offer me comfort anymore. I don't even know why I'm sad. I'm certain it's not because of the hormones. I need to learn to forgive, not others, but myself.

Yesterday, I checked my mail and received a link to this site from Jenny Pretty Fairy. I found a new outlet. Blogging has turned so-so. Thank you, sis.

I uploaded an absurd profile photo on Myspace. Find me.

This is me... Now.
Discovered through Iya.

Your Personality Profile

You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant.
Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle.
You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs.

For you, comfort and calm are very important.
You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.
You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.

*.* as if! @ 11:38:00 AM • • RBJ

Thursday, September 08, 2005


I've been a nostalgic wreck this past few days so I'm resorting to my alter-blogs to pour myself out because this blog has become too public. Browsing through Friendster this morning led me to some hilarious photos and some photos that oiled my rusty memory back to life. I have quite a vivid memory. Sometimes, when a certain scene in my life comes into mind, I close my eyes and is instantly teleported to the exact scene, completely forgetting the present. It's funn to be me but there are certain times when I think anyone less intact will not be able to handle it.

All I can say right now is Please, God, help me mend. We can start by letting me cry. I've forgotten how to.

Happy THREE Friends

*.* as if! @ 6:13:00 PM • • RBJ

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Lintik na Pag-ibig

Summer is back with Cohen!

Yes, they are kissing again. They are cuddling again. They are affectionately getting on each other's nerves again.

*lovestruck face*

I love The O.C.


I've been Brownman Revival happy these past couple of days. Thanks to El Cid's bootleg CD. hihihi... Support the Filipino music industry. Please buy pirated CDs and cassettes.

Lintik na pag-ibig
Parang kidlat
Puso kong tahimik na naghihintay
Bigla mong ginulat

Don't get me wrong. I'm in love with the music. No particular person in mind. Oh, ganja only.

I think Im'a go to Xaymaca this Friday. Oh wait, I have to go to LB for the med mission on Saturday. Oh well, there's always next week.

*.* as if! @ 3:53:00 PM • • RBJ

Monday, September 05, 2005

FED Up Again



Not. Again.

Tanga-tanga mo kase, Floi. Nung ikaw lang, pakipot pa. Ayan, tsaka ka pa kakagat kung kelan...

May gf na naman.

fLoi on the side na naman.

To get rid of the main course's taste.



Dubi. You want?

*.* as if! @ 3:51:00 PM • • RBJ

Saturday, September 03, 2005

I know we're COOL

Ludwig consumed ten pesos of my precious prepaid load yesterday [until this morning, actually] inquiring about Puerto Galera. It was my fault, though coz I couldn't help but reply. It seemed to me he thought I were a travel agent for White Beach [which I might as well be considering my knowledge of the ins and outs in the area]. He was going to go with his beloved WEG.

How sweet is that. I wonder, though, why he acts as if he knows nothing when in fact, I discovered some of those ins and outs through him. He goes straight to White Beach everytime after going down Mt. Halcon. Check out the photo of his henna tattoo in Gekko's Tribe should you go to White Beach.

I remember. It was a Friday night and my first time to go to 65B by myself to meet Sisses Len and Cha and Nadette and Cecil. I sat at the side of my office building while talking to him on the phone.

He was sprawled on the beach getting a massage. Awww. He was thinking of me.

When I arrived at 65B, Sis Len told me Ludwig had officially assigned her to babysit me the whole night. Awww. He was still thinking of me.

A few hours through the night, he called again to tell me he was a bit tipsy and he was gonna call it a night while his co-mountaineers flirted with the girls. I coaxed him into flirting with the girls himself but he said he's not that kind of guy. Awww. He always had me on his mind.

This weekend, he's in Galera with WEG. Only the two of them. Ewww. So this is love.

Anyhow, Gwen Stefani couldn't have written a song more apt for us.

And after all the obstacles
It's [not] good to see you now with someone else
And it's such a miracle that you and me are still good friends
After all that we've been through
I know we're cool

It's funny, though, when you have someone on a pedestal and you thought he would always have that special status power [over you]. But then, he ends up with someone you deem is not good enough and you are astonished to realize that the special power has a worthy partner as a prerequisite; otherwise, when the girl in tow fails to impress, the pedestal shrinks and you can't help but snicker at the pathetic status he subjected himself to be in.

You have always been better off as friends. You have always been better off as "buddies".

*.* as if! @ 2:59:00 PM • • RBJ

Friday, September 02, 2005

Professional < Social


What will happen when the sun got tired of shining amidst heavy nimbus clouds?


Floi may be the most optimistic person you'll ever meet in person [obviously not in this blog] but she gets disheartened just like this *snaps fingers*.

Meron naman Starbucks and Yellow Cab sa Dubai eh.


I will love you forever, Kassy for inviting me to

It was so good to watch Manuel play again. I missed him. ^_^

That Gian dude disrespected Wolfgang for inserting hifhof adlibs. >_< Mon was with his trip, though, for cutely inserting an "Oh yeah." ^_^

Mishka Adams has a mighty powerful voice though everyone may have thought she was going to faint after another song.^_^

Kevin Roy and Jett Pangan gave justice to the songs.

Karl Roy? He looked like a lizard who just got his tail cut off struggling with the lyrics. 'nuff said.

Thank you Mardeekay for giving me hope. Your confession was the sweetest thing I've ever heard. It still makes me smile everytime I think of it. ^_^ See yah next gig.

Tonight, I'm meeting Tins and Ighie for

Sheshon Rowd! Yey.

I owe Kassy a hug. I'll pay my debt tonight.


*.* as if! @ 5:21:00 PM • • RBJ


I'll be seeing you. Goodnight.

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Palabras Finales

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sleeps with butterflies ~ tori amos

Airplanes take you away again
Are you flying
Above where we live?
Then I look up a glare in my eyes
Are you having regrets about last night?
I'm not but I like rivers that rush in
So then I dove in
Is there trouble ahead
For you the acrobat?
I won't push you unless you have a net

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly then boy

Look good from on the ground
I fear with pins and needles around
We may fall then stumble
Upon a carousel
It could take us anywhere

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl, this girl

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly boy

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