joe and i

Joe and I don't agree too well. We don't agree all the time, we're almost good at it. This happens every time...and last night it happened again.

I'm a beer person. I used to be the hard-liquor-type but I guess I kinda got scared when I almost died of it. Hard drinks used to make me go haywire that one time, I almost fell off a cliff in Tagaytay. I fell, actually. And now I am a survivor with a scar on my nose which luckily grew fainter with time.

So we were having a team building escapade a couple of nights ago in Sam's house. I was happy with my beer bottle. And I was enjoying a raucous night with my friends at work. But no, Joe just had to come. JOSE CUERVO Tequilla...Aaaah, hide me people, this Joe's gonna hurt me. I know it!

True enough, I had a raging headache just after a couple of shots. I never would understand why this should happen to me. I mean, I love tequilla, man. I find the whole process of swigging it up so sexy and fantabulously exotic. A little dab there, a flick of a tongue, a full motion of taking that shot in your mouth, and you finish it off sucking a lemon... Ain't that something?

But no, Mr. Joe won't let me have my jigger and drink from it too. I had to take naps during the night to ease off this bludgeoning, head-smacking, teeth-gritting headache.

And then it was morning, and we were getting ready to go. My head felt like wool was stuffed inside. Gawd, that was only 4 freakin' shots! I mean, couldn't these 4 shots be washed away by 5 bottles of beer already?

I went home and by noontime, I was sure I had brain cancer. The throbbing won't go away even if I kiss my sorry ass for it.

So see Joe , I hate you. You make me wanna puke. You hurt me. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. For all intents and purposes, I would not give a horseshit if you shove your bottle up your hairy ass. I'm quittin on tequilla, baby. I ain't putting up with this any longer.

Oh, by the way, I still had a lot of fun at the voodoo team chuva..
I may not have sang my throat to death (this is another story, by the way but telling you about it may just make the hang over worse, or I may strangle someone, demmet!), but I had a blast with my friends.
I missed Mayu, Chris and Borz though co'z they had to be somewhere else at that time, but hey, sa uulitin.. Devah?

Flowers

I can't help it. There are times when I just compare my blog to someone else's.

On some nights when I let the surfing tides take me to my links (and subsequently to their links), I so rarely but nevertheless get the pangs of jealousy surface. There are bloggers out there who write about travelling the world. And there are those who write their own adventures found in extreme sports, love affairs, intense bashes, celebrated events and out-of-this-world watcha-ma-call-its.

This blogger here writes about her daily musings.

Oh yes, there are others out there like me. And though I may sound like it, no, I am not putting them down. The thing is, I want to have my own adventure too. I would want to write about it too. I may have had my chance on that. Could I have missed it already?

I am 26 years old. If I think about it, I've lived quite an outrageous, fierce, untamed and feral life. I could go on and on telling you about all the stuff I did back then. But that's just it. It is all in the past now. I don't want to have a blog that does nothing but reminisce the good ol' times. Where's the fun in that? I am in the present, and I should be in the NOW.

Should.
And if I don't want to?
Tough luck.
Sorry, try again.

Yep, that's what I'm doing now. I am trying - again. Some people live like that. They treat life on a trial and error basis. I know, coz I did that too. And boy, did I err so much! I learned so many stuff the hard way. As mundane as this may sound, "I stumbled and fall, but stood through it all." (sounds like an old familiar lyric, ayt?)
Sometimes it gets so painful thinking of the blunders and gaffes I've done. Oftentimes, I still deny my errors in judgment. But what the heck, I am living this life the best way I know how, and if I maybe die tomorrow, I'd know I would have died trying.

Wait, I'm digressing.
As I was saying, I am occasionally jealous of other people's blogs. When I'm surfing on my favorite reads like tasha / ala / jim / joey /grace I sometimes wonder if they would so much give a glance at what I've been writing in here. I follow and read their stuff like a good friend listens to another. And it kills my week when I don't find anything new on their turf.

You know what's really odd? I was supposed to write something entirely different today. I've been blog-hopping and my envious, covetous blogger-self just re-surfaced. I was basically playing the juicy stuff inside my head all morning and I was bent on writing about it.
Say, did I even come close to doing that? Nah, I didn't think so.
Oh well.

It's perfectly alright dah-lings. After all, I didn't name this site AROUND THE CORNER for nothing. Blog description says, "Stop and Smell the Flowers, You Pass This Way Just Once.."
So go ahead, sniff some more. I've planted everywhere but the flowers only come once in a while. Sign says you come just once, but you may wanna keep coming back. I mean hey, I lurk in your corners almost everyday. I feel like a peeping tom sometimes hopping from one blog to another. No one's stopping you from loitering in my corner.

One of these days, you just might catch and smell something in full bloom. And that's when we're gonna smell the flowers. Together. That'll be the big day. The day I'm gonna write about my adventure. Not about past, old exploits. Not about some deeply-embedded memory from long ago. Because as special and intense my past quests may have been, they were, are and will be exclusively history.

One day, I will write something totally explosive.
And one day it will awe you,
And you will be oggling your eyes at my blog,
And you will be jealous too,
Someday.

hmp!

yes you.
shut the fuck up, okay?
can't you think of something besides yourself for even just one second?
you think the world revolves around you?
think again.
oh no, think longer.
or are you even capable of thinking?
i didn't think so.
well, you'd better start.
co'z if you think i'll hang around any longer for this crap you call your life, you are so out of it.
i'm gone even before you can utter your freakin' lover's name.
i'm gone, you hear?
i won't put up with this any longer and i bet you don't even have a clue.
you might be wondering right this very second,
is this log talkin bout you?
well, whadda ya think?
oops, sorry i had to ask.
you're not capable of using that mush you call your brain, right?
aaaggh, why am i even bothering to let you know...
okay, irate mode--> turned OFF

have a nice day na lang!
hmp.

booboo!

I made a major booboo at work today. Keep the eyebrows down people, I'm not gettin' fired yet thank gawd! But, but, but...

I was hangin 'round my boss' desk after work with a coupla' other guys from the team. No big deal, Sam's cool with that. Usually after work, we dawdle by his desk doin some' small stuff and small talk.

Sam just bought a new Ericson W800 phone. The thing came with a hands-free set with earphones that look a bit like small tubed ice. Mayu, a teammate, said it looked like a nipple. See, we couldn't really agree until Shelly blurted out, "Ah, lam ko na, parang kuntil!".

Then I go thinkin', Yep Shelly's right..It sure does look like a kuntil..
Then Sam asks what a kuntil was.
And then I go.. (whispering) "C-L-I-T...got it?"
The other guys heard it, and Mayet couldnt help herself..."Jing mali! Iba yun, iba yun!!!!"
What?
Shit, I was thinking of "tinggil".. oh gawd..Please don't tell me I just spelled out clit to my boss..!
I slowly inched away from Sam's desk..
Said, "Bye-ee guys!"
And went home as I fast as I could.
Tinggil..Kuntil..Where in the world do I get my freakin' ideas?!

undefined...inane...bland

I don't know why I am feeling a bit down today. No, I take that back. I am not sad, like teary-eyed-sad. It's more of having my senti mode turned on, I guess.

Trigger songs would make my eyes mushy. Familiar scents take me back to some forgotten past. A phrase spoken by a stranger becomes full of sense and meaning. I stare at my mug for a full 10 minutes thinking about life. I strike a conservation hoping to talk some sense out of the usual blahs and blehs and haha's at the workplace. I keep wondering if I am happy or not. What the *bleep* is happening here?!

This girl is clueless.

I feel shallow and pointless. It's like I've lost passion in doing the things that have meant a lot to me in the past. I rarely play my guitar now. There goes song composition too. Except for these sporadical logs, I almost never write anymore. No more plays. No backstage stories to share. No applause to hear. No lines to deliver. No more backpacking in some unheard of, hidden towns out of the city anymore. No more experimental videos that I take with my friends. No late walks. No late stories.

No life?

I used to be a party manager cum gimik commander cum crux of events. I yearned, lived and breathed action. I never stayed in one place. I craved, desired, hungered and ached for life and being alive.

Am I dead?

My world now revolves around earning money, sleeping and eating. I never knew life so inane and undefined. Can I be any more bland than this?

My gawd, I'm whining...shit.

yehey!

got my new ipod today. yehey! layp is gud!

weird dream

Oh well, in the meantime, I had the weirdest dream last night. I was applying for law scool and basically, they didn't accept me. Damn. There goes my dream of becoming a lawyer...

The weird thing in the dream was that they didn't get me for the lousiest reason -- they said I was fat! Gawd!

I mean I was not physically fat but the "oil level in my blood/urine" ( is there such thing??) seemed to have gone up to monstrous levels...

AAAh!!! What a nightmare... And not because I was not accepted for law school. I'm more afraid of going to the bathroom and find myself all slicky and slimy with OIL.
Sheesh!

I forget!

I was supposed to write a juicy piece today, and I've been thinking about it for hours now. As soon as I faced my PC however, all thoughts escaped my mind. What the f*ck! Talk about forgetful moi!

AAAGHH!

food log

Im currently chomping on two of my most favorite food in the world - wonderboy and bellekoy! My mom sent them over the weekend. For the life of me, I never understand why I couldn't seem to find any wonderboy and bellekoy in the Metro. (For those who must ask, wonderboy is rice cracker and bellekoy is a soft candy made up of
sugar, vanilla and flour).

There, I'm done with the first pack of wonderboy. I'm halfway through my bellekoy. As I go towards the fridge for my second wonderboy pack, I find myself, prancing and about, excited to chomp on this superb rice cracker once more.

Pause. Cant type. Right hand with bellekoy. Left hand holding wonderboy.
Talk to you later.

Feelin' Good!

I've been overwhelmed with a lot of good things lately. Simple things, yes. But good. And mind you, this time, I'm not complaining.

You were with me when I had this sudden, albeit slight stomach ache and you managed to over-ride all traffic rules we knew just to get me where I wanted to be. We weren't even halfway there yet and the pain went as sudden as it came. So you pulled over. And you asked, "Are you really okay now?"And I said, "Yep, I'm okay..we can go back to the Civil Service Office again.."And so you did a U-turn, relief crossing your face. Sorry. As you may have guessed already, it was a woman's pain. But hey, you were really cute when you panicked there.

And then Meng, my youngest sister, woke me up the other day. I was awake even before she called my name. But boy, she was so cautious about alarming/disturbing/startling me that she took these little teeny-weeny steps approaching my bed. I specifically asked her earlier to wake me because I was expecting some important papers from a courier and I had to sign for it. So basically, she needed not worry about my usual "just-woke-up-temper" anymore. But hey, she still didn't take a chance. She knows exactly how my day gets ruined when I wake up from the wrong side of the bed. (And did I also hear her say sorry for having had to wake me?) Nice. Real nice.

And then there was this old lady that I sat next to in the bus on my way home. I don't know if it's just me, but I find a sincere smile real comforting, and yes, even if that does come from a total, complete stranger. The lady looked out of place from the usually crowded bus because she looked so regal carrying her bouquet of white tulips. She started talking to me and I did find out that she was on her way to church when her car broke down, and had to leave her driver with it. And hello, did I mention too that it was raining cats and dogs during that time? I mean, an old lady decides to commute and leave the comforts of her own vehicle just to go to church? I mean, nice man. So nice.

And of course, before going home from the office this morning, Rico, my teammate in VOODOO decided to treat Mayu , Shelly and I to breakfast. No reason, he just wanted to. Ain't that nice, dude?

And then I got a call from my tita and mama this morning and basically they wanted to know what I wanted back home co'z they were sending a package from the province. I mean, here I am, all independent and shit like that in the Metro but I get a breakfast call from my folks and my mom's sister asking me what I wanted co'z they were sending some. Talk about being lucky me, huh?

Well, anyway, before I start running out of goodness and luck, I'd stop posting for a bit and enjoy the good vibes surrounding me. As I'm wrapping up on this log, imagine me sitting laid back, with my feet perched on the table, with the keyboard on my lap, licking my Milo-encrusted spoon while smelling the sweet, rainy morning breeze around me.

Awww. Life rocks!

WHO AM I..The Web Has Answers

Your Birthdate: January 2

Your birth on the 2nd day of the month adds a degree of emotion, sensitivity, and intuition to your life. The 2 is a very social number allowing you to make friends easily and quickly. Yet you are apt to have a rather nervous air in the company of a large group. You have a warmhearted nature and emotional understanding that constantly seeks affection. You are more prone than most to become depressed and moody, as emotions can turn inward and cause anxiety and mental turmoil. It can be hard for you to bounce back to reality when depression sets in.

In a Past Life...

You Were: An Arrogant Fortune Teller. Where You Lived: Scotland. How You Died: Typhoid fever.

Your Hidden Talent

You are both very knowledgeable and creative. You tend to be full of new ideas and potential - big potential. Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them. As long as you don't stop working on your dreams, you'll get there.

You Should Learn Spanish

For you, learning a language is about career advancement and communication.Knowing Spanish will bring you tons of possiblities for jobs and travel. Bárbaro!

Your Summer Ride is a Beetle Convertible

Fun, funky, and a little bit euro.You love your summers to be full of style and sun!

Your Inner Child Is Surprised

You see many things through the eyes of a child. Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded. You cherish all of the details in life. Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.

Your Ideal Relationship is Casual Dating

Maybe you're looking for love...But mostly you're looking for fun.You could get serious with the right person.For now, though, you're enjoying playing the field.

You Are 29 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

You Are 30% Weird

Not enough to scare other people...But sometimes you scare yourself.

Your Career Type: Artistic

You are expressive, original, and independent.Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic DesignerIllustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.

You Are an Appletini

Most of the time, you're a typical party girl / guy.But when you get super sauced, you really up your sex appeal.

Your Superhero Profile

Your Superhero Name is The Ice SidekickYour Superpower is Distant AttackYour Weakness is ChocolateYour Weapon is Your Mystic LanceYour Mode of Transportation is Hang Glider

Your Blogging Type Is the Private Performer

Your blog is your stage - with your visitors your adoring fans.At least, that's how you write with your witty one liners.And while you like attention, you value your privacy.You're likely to have an anonymous blog - or turn off comments.

while waiting for daylight...

I've always wondered why most people consider invoking one's right as rude. I mean, can't I ask my noisy neighbors sometimes to just keep the noise to the confines of their home?

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During the last coupla' of days, I found myself always complaining and pulling my hair outta' my wits at the mildest provocation. Hmm, could it be that time of the month already? Again!? Shit.

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I had the grandest time hopping from one blog to another tonight . Mr. Jake Versoza, a friend from highschool, provided a lot of interesting links on his site. I felt like a peeping pandora reading all those blogs..sheesh. Kinda' makes me wonder how people feel when they read my logs here.

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So anyway, I was inside my room yesterday, trying to finish off the last few chapters of my 5th book of the Wheel of Time series when I suddenly turned ON the radio that's been sitting at the foot of my bed for god-knows-how long. Station-hopped for a while. But I didn't recognize most of the songs. Does this mean I am finally getting old? Hah!

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And then, for almost everyday now, I always find myself awake at a time when I should be in my deepest slumber. That's every 2 PM (and equivalent to your usual midnight, thank you very much). I couldn't understand why though. I make sure I am comfortable before I sleep and that absolutely no one in the world has means of disturbing me. On top of that, I know my body is craving for sleep..I am so tired these days.. I almost feel like a zombie during my waking hours. But time and again, in the middle of my slumber, I would find myself awake. Why god why...?

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I haven't been writing for maybe a week. There's not much to tell, that's why. But see, I couldn't let a week pass without trying to remember what I have been, what I have done, and what I have become as a human being.

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Duh! Yeah right. Talk about a flimsy excuse. Just wanted to pass the time while I wait for daylight. See, it is almost my day-off and I'm about to get off from work. I've been waiting for this all week long. But now I'm too lazy to even get up from my chair and start going home.

Hay.

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rants and raves

I love to complain. Sometimes.

The PC at home has Spyware and I had to hear about installing an anti-Spyware program as soon as I woke. I mean, talk about anything else, coz you know, that's what I do in the office, and hey, I just woke up!

As soon as I got to the dining table, the phone rang and I had to answer it...Mundane callers..
Got back to the table..about to get hold of a spoon and a fork...and the phone rings for the 2nd time..so I answered the same mundane caller and went back to the table again..and as I was sitting down--guess what, yep, the phone rang. Same caller. Damn.

My food was bland. I asked my new maid to add some salt and tomato and onions, which she did. But it was still bland.

And then my neighbor just suddenly played his drumset and the entire neighborhood was bathed in the thub-thumping rhythm of his thoughtlessness and insanity.

I was not awake for 15 mins yet..and here I am, dreading the rest of my day already.

I took a bath and 2 mins before I was to go out, it rained.
I mean, talk about rotten luck, huh?

Nah, don't mind me. Just some rants and raves -- basically, complaints.
I love doing this.
Sometimes.

sweet, lovely weekend

my "week-ends" usually happen on tuesdays and wednesdays. and the past 2 days have been two of the most restful and relaxed i've had in months. it was pretty sweet and lovely too. but do i tell you why? nah, it's gonna be my little secret for a while.

thank you. you know who you are.