Freddy's (not) Dead

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tocino

It's sometimes funny how we are reminded of scenes from the past or of conversations we've had. Like a spray of hot cooking oil while I was walking in the kitchen reminded me of a kid at the shop last New Year. He had this small circles of burn on his right arm. I asked about it and he said it happened while he was frying tocino for media noche the night before that.

Well, I didn't have anything for media noche last New Year, but that's because we chose not to have anything. The kid actually sounded proud for having the tocino that night, and it reminded me of how often I do not eat breakfast because I do not like tocino.

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Mobile Harassment

I keep two cellular phones, each with a different service provider so I can keep in touch with all my friends easily regardless of the service they use (good thing my circle of friends are only either Globe or Smart subscribers, or I would have a cellphone for every single service).

I haven't been using much of my Globe phone for quite some time. All my "Globe" friends seem to shy away from texting all of a sudden. All of them but one. And such a tremendous texter this one is. I would leave my Globe unattended for 2 days and when I check it, it would be full of his messages. His messages include:

1. good morning;
2. good afternoon;
3. good evening;
4. still awake?;
5. eat well (during meal times);
6. take care (anytime he feels concern); and
7. goodnight.

Labels: blah, technology

headbands and a saved relationship

I never got the book Twisted8 (I'm buying one on Sunday). But I received lots of hair stuff - headbands in all sorts of colors; crimpers; iron... I guess my friends and family want me to keep my hair afro. None of the headbands fitted me, though. I really have a big head.

Anyway, I still have it going with The Second One. I don't know but perhaps I can't let go. I talked with my friend Aryz last night and told him about my plans of breaking it up with The Second One. Aryz told me to take it slow. I asked, "But how?" He said, "I don't know."

I'm really not the type to take it slow. It's not in my limited vocabulary. It's either now or never. I have to say what I got to say. There's no tomorrow. Perhaps that's where I'm wrong at. Perhaps that's the cause of all my failed relationships. But that's me. I've yet to meet the person who would yell back at me when I'm mad (not just keep quiet and then decide not to talk to me forever).

But then my day turned out quite fine. I was able to patch things up; was able to finally know what the problem was. I deserve it, I guess. I deserve to be happy. It's mah burtdey, after all.

Labels: birthdays, blah, books, love

me and my guitars

If my guitars had emotions, they would have gotten mad at me for using them only when I'm sad. But yea. I only realized that this afternoon when I found myself looking for the little blue guitar. I learned a new song. Too Many Walls. I wanted to learn Someday by Nina but it was a piano piece. I still need to contact Aries, my guitar coach from way back, to make guitar notes of the song for me. Oh, he'll do it for free. We're already friends haha.

Someday
Someone's gonna love me
The way
I wanted you to need me
Someday
So(hummm)meday...

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another tv post

In an interview entitled "Aging Beautifully", Cory Quirino said that we should sleep before midnight so that our cells could renew themselves.

But I never sleep before midnight. Sorry cells.

Tickle me. Har har.

Labels: tv

too much tv

I watched the re-run of Shall We Dance last Sunday night with my mother. We learned it was a re-run when the host said "it's still 20 days before Christmas...". Anyway, two of the constestants were actors rumored to be gay and rumored to be, well, a pair. My mother looked at me with creased eyebrows when I laughed out loud to the thought of Paolo Ballesteros and Uma Khouney dancing as a pair.

With nothing much left to do on a Sunday night, I kept the television turned on. I really am a late sleeper. I'd rather watch the most nonsensical show on television than keep my eyes closed, trying to sleep before midnight. And so I chanced upon this Cherry Pie Picache movie entitled Manay Po. Her three sons in the movie were all gays. Imagine that. Paolo and Uma crossed my mind when one of Cherrie Pie's son in the movie got "married" to his boyfriend. And again, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Good thing my mother was already sleeping.

My Sunday night was so gay.

Labels: tv