*Missing the Plane, err, Flame*

Missing the plane, missing the flame.

I finally decided to just stay put in Cebu. As much as I'd want to visit J, there's no way that I'm going to make it to Manila before the first of July. Aside from the abominable weather, plane fares that cost more than an arm and a leg, my godmother's wedding (she's in her mid-40's) -- I think I would be sent to eternal damnation if I miss my Lolo's first death anniversary.

So many things to do, so little time! If it rains, it truly pours! As for my case, it's pouring frustrations.

I am so frustrated with the thought of not seeing J until September. It's not that I can't bear his 5-month absence, heck, I just miss the things that we used to do together. Err, ain't those things I mentioned just about similar? Duh!

Well, I guess I just have to live by some cheesy motto that is, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder."

YUCK.

Seriously now, do what you got to do and I'll do my thing too. It won't be long until we see each other again. It's not we're gonna be apart in like, forever.

P.S.
I already got tickets for September. LOL.

*Of Burgers and Fortune Tellers

What does one do during a cold, rainy day? Perhaps bunking in bed and wishing on extended chimeras would be the popular answer. Enjoying a good book in one hand and a steaming hot cup of coffee in another will most likely be a notorious runner-up.

Well, I didn't do any of the above activities. I woke up at 6AM to meet up with some friends and visit the famous fortune teller of Mactan island, Madam Naty. The road leading to her dwelling is still the same muddy road that we travelled three years ago. And Nang Naty was still her glamorous old self. I was wondering if she still remembers us with our duty uniform on, all crammed up inside her "hula house" eagerly listening to each others fortunes and misfortunes. And I doubt if she still remembers making "hula" to Victor about his becoming an actor. What a disaster!

We left Nang Naty's place and drove towards Aryan's abode. Upon reaching her place, we drank a frickin' good instant coffee and spent our time blabbing off about certain things. Her cute little niece, Tanya wanted me to draw for her Princess Jasmine. I ended up drawing a Princess Jasmine with fish tails. Duh! I was thinking of the Little Mermaid all along. Whatever happened to my Disney characters expertise!? Crap.

We then head off to her burger stand and badgered her staff just so we can try making a decent burger. I saw the customer's face turned sour when I damaged her patty. LOL.

I never knew I could enjoy the rainy day like this. In any other rainy day, I would've opted to just lounge in bed and snore the day away. But this rainy day is special. I got my hands full of controversial misfortunes, a damaged patty, a twisted Princess Jasmine, a friend's surprising love news and a half day well-spent with some good friends.

Cheers to the rainy season! =)

*Author Who?*

When I was in High School, I was fond of writing my own poems. I also liked copying poems that interest me from various reading materials. Actually, I still do the jotting down of poems occasionally. Though the passion isn't as unswerving as it was during my younger years, I still have the ardor to persist an almost-forgotten avocation.

So I uncluttered some old stuff and found one of my notebooks. I started scanning the notes and realized that it wasn't my poetry booklet. Duh! But what got me interested was this single entry I copied into one of those sheets full of "reminders".

It's a pretty interesting entry and I am dying to know who the author is. Help!

Chastity. The devil shows his virgin teeth
but his tongue is a whore. It tastes
almost everything including the hosts,
the whore, the core and the corn - -
but he is now a priest and his genital
is eaten by the scrotum. He cannot
love. He cannot fuck. He cannot sex. He
cannot pump. His is useless. It is whore.

I want to die. I am crazy. I want to die.
What is the use of my penis when it cannot sex.
I am a chaste but not a virgin,
I am a chastity!

I find this writing to be very stalwart and boy, do it speak a lot! Its censored vocabulary speaks volume and speaks beyond what it literally means.

So if you have an inkling as to who the writer of the aforementioned entry is, PLEASE HOLLER ME!

Thanks!

*An Epiphany of Sorts*

I was sitting in a nook early this morning and I had an epiphany of what I believe I am made of.

I have my mother's charm and vulnerability..

My father's looks and flexibility..

My Lola's mood and temper..

..and my Lolo's big HEART.

Damn, do I miss "Tatay". =(

*Sorry..I Can't Help It*

I can't help it. I just can't help it. I love this guy, err, I like this guy sooo much! You can call this childish stuff, but yeah, I'm being childish over this stuff. LOL.

Lee Min Ho, the lead star of Boys Over Flowers just never ceases being dreamy. Girls are going agog over his Goo Jun Pyo character. Me, included. While many are falling for his money and heartthrob appeal, I am definitely falling for his antics. He is just darn lovable!

Crap. I can't believe I'm writing this stuff. Truly pathetic. Boo!

Good Charlotte..NOT!

Sorry, but THE Charlotte didn't earn my respect. It killed it. At some point, it has turned our lives into one great, big, complex SHIT.

And oh, before i forget, I don't hate it. I just feel sorry for that twit of a thing. Boo!