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Two car accidents, one day. That was how my day started today. This made me think that something awfully, terribly wrong is at work in the world these days. Anyway, I have not been blogging for weeks now, and I know I've got a lot of catching up to do... Work has been screwed up big time. Our Wednesday load has been scrapped up for good. BB (or Mokong Senior) has been making things hard for us. BB expects us to be cutting edge while the whole company cringes from the thought of it. I think he's confused, he doesn't even know what he wants from us. It’s hard to work for someone who’s even more confused than the six of us (the team) combined. To add insult to our bleeding ego, BB even hired a certain BS (Mokong Junior), who's also a pain in the ass. And yes, he's a BS. I’m not saying we’re a perfect team. We still have a big room to fill with improvement, we’re all aware of that. BUT you can’t just treat your employees like that. We could have understood his point better if he talked to us and discussed the points that needed improvement. We're no moronic, big-headed yupsters who think we’re the greatest. We’re aware of our flaws. And we’re working on those. Real hard. We just need all the support we can get from the people we can trust. But, I think that’s something too much to ask from BB. Now, we all know that BS is the culprit behind our struggles. He’s been saying this and that without even using that organ between his ears. He took the potshot on us without even thinking if he knew the conditions in this company. Ah, you newbie. Know-it-all bitch. Rawr! Anyway, assassination efforts are on the way. Bwahahahaha! BB chose the wrong mouth to listen to. BS must suffer the consequences. Two car accidents in just one day. Expect another one shortly. 
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Yesterday was something… The gang went for a massage at a spa somewhere in Malate; I had a grand time having all my muscles kneaded and my bones cracked—OUCH! Now, that was the good part. The bad of it was the discovery that some people don’t just go there for whatever the facility offers, they also go for whoever goes to try the facilities. Oh, you know what I mean. I’ve been to those more upscale spas where, I think, more decent people go, and never before have I experienced being so conscious of my nakedness. In this particular spa, I saw maybe three gay guys gawking at me, as if peeling off my towel to reveal my goods. As that was the case, I had a hard time walking around the wet facility for these guys were everywhere, and they could not be intimidated by the "makuha-ka-sa-tingin" gesture. Deadma, in other words. So, for twenty minutes, with my towel on most of the times (except when I was inside the enclosed shower room where it was safe to take my guard off), I went in and out of the steam room, my senses tuned in to those who were relentlessly spying on my goods. This recent spa experience was different, indeed. For one, the place paled in comparison with the "better" spas I’ve been to when it comes to those extra touches like the refreshing scent of orange oil floating all over and the soothing smell of menthol mist in the steam room, which, for me, define what kind of service you’re about to get. But, nonetheless, the massage was great, except for the fact that the masseuse who did me smelled bad. And there were times when I felt like she’ll crush my bones or that she’ll undress me forcefully anytime. She’s got pretty strong arms, man. And I felt like a lame duck when she pulled off my trousers to reveal my butt, ready for shiatsu. Swear... Now, why am I complaining after everything? I just don’t dig the idea of keeping company with some eagle-eyed operatives and one strong, bad-smelling mamma. 
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(The continuation)
I shouted at her: "You don't do that to the person who has been faithful to you ever since. You don't even have any basis for acting that way? Why? Have you caught me cheating on you?"
I think that was the angriest me talking that night. My head swelled to a double, my skin got red all over. My eyes were so fierce, darting at her, as painful words lashed out from my mouth. It went on for what seems like hours. And we were on the middle of the street.
When everything I wanted to say was said, I stopped.
And then there was silence. She stepped on the gas, and drove slowly this time, intimidated by my threat.
After a few minutes, cooler heads prevailed. I held her hand, looked in her eye, and said my reconciliatory piece: "You've been very good to me. And I have no intention of ruining this relationship by doing a stupid thing. I was just hurt by how you see me when all I wanted to do was help those kids and do something that I really enjoyed doing."
Then we hugged -- it was, I think, the sweetest hug we ever had. She said sorry. We cried.
And the rest? Well, let's just end it there.
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The following entries appeared in Blogger, another blog site where I have an account that I plan to delete soon. 
I just survived the first quarter of my life. I hope I still have more quarters to go. Life has been good ever since the day I cried out-- full blast-- to announce my birth for all the world to hear. But I guess you didn't hear me scream then.
I'm gasping for words! What to say? What to say? I don't know. Maybe I should just continue click-clacking and just go on and on. Which reminds me of this: "Type now, think later."
I think I'm getting sick, not in the head, but sick as in "under the weather". Something has been clogging my throat for two days now. I can't even hit a high note these days. Bummer!
Because of the heavy burden on my body, I literally dragged myself to the office today. "Welcome to Sunny Intramuros!" the arch seemed to say, but down I went like a cheerless soul. I feel as if all my muscles have gone sore, but I can't call in sick yet, I've a deadline to beat. Y'know when you're a writer, all you wanna do is beat deadlines. Life, for me, can never be the same because of that. I used to be the most uncaring of time. Heck, with time. Life should be enjoyed and not be restricted by schedules, deadlines, and other kill joys.
But that thought I had to set aside the moment I signed in as a writer for a major daily. Daily grind has become part of my life ever since. It has its good, but look at how I turned out to be-- a tired, stressed-up, OC guy.
I became more responsible-- that's the good-- but the responsibilities are eating me alive. Fast! Where's the pleasure?, I asked. Ahh, maybe I'm just adjusting to a new life. I just hope I am. 'Cause I don't wanna live my life like this for the longest time. The free spirit in me speaks again.
Wait, I'm not saying that I've the worst life. I actually am having fun. But it's so tiring. That's just it.
9/12/2003
9/25/2003
I think I'm in love. I met this girl recently and we've been sweet to each other ever since. She's looking for true love. I, too, am. Now, is this the start of something romantic and cheesy? I'll keep my fingers crossed to that. Ahh, maybe a little drink would help...
Her name is Aye--she's sweet, beautiful and thoughtful. Well, I still have a great deal of learning to do before I can truly say that I really know her well, but we're doing well in that department.
I just hope that this is something for real now. My feelings might be deceiving me. That's why I'm taking it slow. We're taking it slow. But she seems so perfect already I can't hardly resist her.
Now, I have to wait. As they say, patience is a virtue--a virtue I don't think I'm good at.
10/01/2003
Now, why is our bill reaching that high? Well, blame it on my brothers who use the air conditioning unit as if it's just an electric fan. Well, I, too, am guilty of the crime. So, enough of the finger pointing, huh? This country is so damn hot anyone would be tempted to turn on the aircon most of the times.
You see, me and two of my brothers live in an apartment, which is just a stone's throw away from our parents' house. And now, we have our own bills to mind and get our brains throbbing and our pockets stashed. That's the downside of living independently, dudes.
So, before heading for my office, I went to the Meralco branch in Tutuban to pay our bill. God, another P2,500 off the drain! Well, I have no choice but pay or risk spending warm nights sweating like hell. I was planning pa naman to buy something out of the money. Now, how in hell can I raise some money again? Time to tighten my belt, again. Grrr!
I was having a hard time handing over the cash to the cashier, but this is it, I thought. Not much choice I've got anyway. I'll eventually be paying it anyway. And I sure can't take a hot night.
This is just how life is. You earn just enough to pay the bills. You slave your way to fatten the utility biggies, while you remain the poor old dude with nothing but a depleting bank account. Sad but true.
Bills, bills, bills. Wouldn't it be great if bills weren't existing?
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