I spent the “holy weekend” in 3 different cities in 3 days. I was in Roxas City on Good Friday, Iloilo on Black Saturday and Bacolod on Easter Sunday.

The Bacolod trip excited me the most coz it was, well, exciting. I was with 3 FF’s (female friends) - Nina, Kx and Sawsan. As expected, the unplanned escapade drained my body battery up to its last drop. But it was ALL WORTH IT.



First we went to SM to buy clothes. We found Spongebob and so - photoshoot time! Never pass on a chance to have your pic taken with an over-sized version of a fictional character (which I don’t even understand - a talking sponge living under the sea?)





Dinner time.



Then we checked in at this pension house called 11th Street. The receptionist asked if we were gonna get a room. Was she expecting something else?





We tried to wake Nina up by all means.



When Nina finally got out of bed, we started looking for a place to hang out at.



Eventually we went to M02, which turned out to be a blooper.

The band playing was supposedly alright, except for the chic vocalist. She sounded like she was always out of breath, and she has has this funny diction. “That was a song by Kitty Perry”. It was hysterical.  Anyway, it didn’t matter if she sucked, coz there were only like 20 people listening to her, so no harm done. Too bad we didn’t take her picture though.

So after 1 bottle, we took off. There was no point in staying there. Especially when the waiter told us that we weren’t allowed to jam. WTF? Sawsan is a very good singer and we could have kicked their asses once they’ve heard her. So anyway, we went to Ice.

(Isn’t it funny that we were in Bacolod but we still went to MO2 and Ice? There are other bars, you know.) But I guess we didn’t have a lot of choices.

Surprisingly, our stay at Ice turned out to be a wacky experience.





We were dancing and minding our own business when suddenly, 3 Koreans went to our corner and danced with us. I guess, maybe they thought we were the only ones around who had decent dance steps and somehow they dig it.  lol. Nina and Sawsan were doing these funky steps and so maybe that attracted the Koreans, coz they were, too, dancing crazy.





The funny thing was, it seemed as if Nina was one of them. LOL







And then a bunch of half-baked Pinoys joined the club.



We still boogied like nobody was around us.





The girls were hungry for more clubbing, and so we rode a tricycle to look for places. We went to 3-4 clubs and they were all closed, so we decided to just buy some drinks and hang out in our room.











We tried to drink more while watching Fight Club on Sawsan’s netbook, but the girls ended up sleeping. I myself didn’t finish the movie coz it was freakin’ 5 AM.



So that’s the first day. The next day was a totally different gig.

theternalhaunting:

“I knew I was different. I thought that I might be gay or something because I couldn’t identify with any of the guys at all. None of them liked art or music, they just wanted to fight and get laid. It was many years ago but it gave me this real hatred for the average American macho male.” - Kurt Cobain

Someone’s rocking my dreamboat
Someone’s invading my dreams
We were sailing along so peaceful and calm
Suddenly something went wrong

Someone’s rocking my dreamboat
Disturbing a beautiful dream
It’s a mystery to me, this mutiny at sea
Who can it be, who can it be?

A friendly breeze gave us a start
To a paradise of our own
All at once a storm blew us apart
And left me drifting alone

Someone’s rocking my dreamboat
I’m a captain without any crew
But with love as my guide, I’ll follow the tide
And I’ll keep sailing till I find you..

I’ll raise that overused white flag and recall my soldiers

Weapons unfired, rages unreleased

Back to the armory, and never again to load a single bullet

I’ll gather all the words which were able to find their way out of my mouth

Along with their unconsummated implications

And bring them back to my mind where they belong

I’ll sip my quieting tea and sit under my favorite tree

Cross-legged and unmindful, at least on the outside

And I’ll never wonder why I put up a lost fight

For my reputation has been cast

And my legend is as famous as your typical children’s story

I’ve been there before, and I’ve marched back countless times

I’m familiar with every emotion that goes with every step

And so I’m used to it. It has become my niche.

So you don’t have to do a thing.

I’ll make it easy for you.

We saw each other again. It’s been months and it felt like it was longer than that. I always thought I didn’t mind not seeing her again (or soonest) but yet again, I was glad I did see her. It’s one of those times when I’m so caught up with everything around me and temporarily forget about her. Then suddenly she pops back into my life like an occasional pimple. It made me think of how unfair it is. And I’d ask myself why I feel like I would give up the stability of my life just to see her. It’s so easy to harbor hatred towards someone. It’s so easy to be indifferent towards the complexities of a relationship. It’s so easy to act as if you’re not bothered by anything, as if you can go on with life without being affected. It’s so easy to pretend I didn’t miss her.

But everything changes when she’s there – in front of me.



I’m not even asking for anything from her. I’m not longing for her to be fond of me again. I’m not hoping that things would get back the way it used to. And it’s not like I couldn’t live a normal life without her, coz actually, my life has been pretty okay lately. But there’s something about being around her that makes me simultaneously restless and calm.

And I hate that. I still feel like I’m vulnerable against her. That she can still pick me up by my arms and play with my body like a paper doll. She has no idea how much I panic whenever she’s talking to me. I just don’t let her notice.

She’s changed, though.

She wears short shorts now. She gained weight. She throws more jokes now - corny ones, but still amusingly cute. And when I stare at her eyes, she does the same. She usually doesn’t. And most of all, she’s become more charming.

But like I said, I’m not chasing anything from her. I just submerge myself in this undeniable truth that she still has me in her pocket – whether or not she’s aware of it.

Wait. She IS aware of it. She even abuses that power. I’m Sherlock Holmes and she’s Irene Adler. My brain malfunctions when she’s around.



PS: We had a good time.

bwahahaha

photoed by ivy. lousy editing by pong.

I received a very weird text message at 2:00 AM a few shifts ago. It was weird not only because of the hour it was sent, not only because of the content of the message, but most of all, because of the person who sent it to me.

On a superficial level, it really did just inform me that the sender was drinking at that exact moment, and that she now knew what it’s like to be, well, drunk. Nothing special, really. But then it’s still weird coz that person doesn’t drink – at all. So, for her to tell me that she was drinking at that hour is like telling me she’s actually a man, or that she’s from Mars or something. It’s totally out of this world. I may sound exaggerated, but the way I know her, it’s out-of-this-world-ly.

Well after investigating, it turned out to be a false alarm. She was just being curious with the vodka that her Mom bought and decided to give it a go. Three sips and she’s half dead.

Anyway, the reason why I panicked – well, almost panicked – is that I thought she’s finally become what I had feared she might become.

I’m paranoid about this stuff. I’ve always believed that at some point in a person’s life, a drastic change would occur. And when it happens to someone I know very well, I fear that I might not be comfortable with that person anymore. My theory is, if you change your perspective on something you once held strong beliefs against, then you must have changed views on a lot of other things as well. She used to be very firm against drinking. So the moment she becomes a “drinker”, I would automatically assume that she’s an entirely changed person. Something like that.

It happens all the time. I have this friend who used to speak ill of this “group” of people. Well, everyone outside this group hates them, and my friend is one of the most active haters. Then the inevitable happens. Yup, he eventually became an insider. A very enthusiastic insider at that.  I don’t mind his change of heart – he has all the right to reconsider the things he stands up for. I’m just not comfortable with the idea of seeing him undergo this drastic change. It bugs me.

I myself have changed in certain aspects of my lifestyle. I used to hate chain smokers and found them dumb to be doing what they do. But now I smoke – well, not like a chimney, but I do, occasionally. However, I don’t smoke in front of those people who are certain that I don’t smoke. I don’t wanna let them feel the same thing I feel whenever I see someone change.

So you see, I’m not against the concept of change. I embrace it as much as I could. I just hate losing people.

That’s why I kill them – in my mind - right before they start turning into monsters I don’t know.

Oh no, I think I just lost my memory card. A huge chunk of my digital life!!!!!!

Energy. Nothing but energy.

We started the day with a Kids’ event (which took us a lot of sleepless days preparing for). It was ALL WORTH IT coz the kids - and parents - all had fun.

We made this cute lil backdrop for the event and we couldn’t stop appreciating it once it was posted on the wall.



It’s so simple and yet it was eyecatching. So after the event we grabbed the chance to have our pictures taken with it. What’s a backdrop for anyway? =)

First, the girls. They’re a little crazy but they’re cool.

Then there’s Euliseph. We’re batchmates, he and I. At work, I mean. He’s a little crazy too. No, make that REALLY crazy. But he’s got talent. Okay, it’s kinda weird for me to say that but it’s true.



And then of course, the best TL in the world, Sir Nick.



We had this idea of jumping while being photo-ed. The results were kinda cool, actually.

This is Ivy. The craziest.



Euli.



Mark’s pic kinda failed, but it’s still cool to post it. =)



Sir Nick’s was also cool.



And here’s mine. BWAHAHAA



We also had this red carpet- styled backdrop.







Chic shoes. (Kx, Ivy, Nins)



Suddenly we found ourselves under the flyover.







FAST FORWARD to 9 PM







This lil chinese chic is Pam. Alcohol endorser.











Sir Emil rocks/



Oh, this one was taken by Ivy, who also has a knack for editing pix. This was the first time someone took my pic so close to my face. (She also took my FB profile pic). Cool!