Monday, April 25, 2005

Interview

Hey!

I got this interview from KFC, and the interviewer was really dumb. She kept on reinforcing the purpose of why KFC is releasing new cold deserts, and I was: "Kasi nga, who would ever buy ice creams on sticks in a restaurant? Look at Mcdo, they're selling ice creams but not the kind that would hang on a stick. And If ever the time comes that I crave for ice creams on sticks, this place (KFC) is definitely not the place to buy one."

So I suggested that they release ice creams on cups or cones na lang, at least marami talaga bibili nun. But ice cream on sticks?? In KFC?? Definitely incoherent. It's also a hassle eating ice creams on sticks even if "they're inside plastic covers when you purchase them." The interviewer was so kulet, I wanted to punch the hell out of her economically-deficient mind.

So much for the interview, I just hope I see ice cream on cups instead of the not so marketable ice creams on sticks. Makes them look like barbecued chunks of leftover yogurt.

-annoyed-

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Lame

Hi.

I am so lame!! I can't believe myself...

During my volleyball class, in the middle of our drills, Prof. Ulanday permitted us to have a break. She said we should use the break to bond with our classmates because it is not practical not to know the names of your classmates, because we have to know their names when we play the actual game. So she commanded us to get at least five contacts, so that when we make an absence, we won't be left behind. She also emphasized that of the five people, three should be from the opposite sex...

And I can't believe myself for not being able to get Kyla-look-alike's number!! Shit! This is very impossible, why did I let it pass??

Kasi naman, a lot of my other classmates were getting mine, yan tuloy, I missed Kyla-look-alike's number. Could I possibly get her number tomorrow?

Noh.

We have no class in Volleyball tomorrow. Fuck.

Till Monday then. But I would be to obvious - I mean, why should I get her number when I already have contacts in hand?? And Mikes would notice. I don't want competition, I want Kyla-look-alike for my own... BBrawAAWWR...

Sheesh. This is not me. Now, be composed.

There are plenty of time to get her number, maybe not now. I'll see her for sure.

-sucks-

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Stolen

Torian, my phone was stolen.

It was my favorite phone. All my contacts are there, all the notes, the birthday reminders, the pics, everything. Now, it's gone, and I feel like a part of me is gone as well...

Huff. I hate thieves. I know this time will come, but why did it have to come during the least time that I expected it? Fate is so unpredictable.

Anyways, I still have to mourn over it... See ya later.

-stole-

First

Hiya Torian! How’s life?

Mine. Today is the first day of our summer classes. Today is also the day when the transportation groups here in Quezon City decided to raise a transport strike against the government because of the imposition of oil price hike. So virtually, there aren’t any jeeps around, only cabs and trycs. So, on my way home, I spent Php100.00 instead of the usual Php5.50, to get me home… Damn, this is why my allowance always dropped below sea level.

My day started early (6:00 am ba naman eh gising na si Jejo, napaka-early bird...) and it started with delicious fried hotdogs and carcinogen-enriched over-fried eggs. The eggs were not that good because I overcooked it. See, I cooked for breakfast, and apparently, I’m not really a good thing in the morning; I don’t function properly during the waking hours.

My Stat101 class was very quiet. The only voice I hear was mine and Vida’s. Oliver Co and Wilmer Cu are my classmates – the mini-Filipino-Chinese Community as Vida puts it. I find Wilmer queer. I can't decide if he's metrosexual or not. I have a model-looking classmate, and she's so tall and slender.

I think I will like my Volleyball lessons. I like my teacher even though she’s a toughy. I just can’t be friends with the temperature in the Gym – you could fry an egg on the floor.

So much for now; my feet hurts too much; my stomach is empty; my hair is wafted; but I’m happy nonetheless… Checkyatom.

-tired-

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Mismatched

Yo!

Been back from Lipa, Torian. Did you miss me?

Grandma’s party was (not really a party) fun. A lot of people came to visit my ailing grandma, and there were a lot of food. So, I pigged out in full abandon.

Hey, the ref in grandma’s house is a predator. It has a loose ground wire, and it gets everyone electrocuted when touched at a certain part. It so happened that someone was about to get water from inside, and he accidentally touched the exposed metal, and he got so electrocuted, his hands locked at the metal and he can’t take it off. So he wiggled there until he wrenched the ref door free. He was drowsy afterwards. And that was the end of the predator-ref.

When the day got older, I found myself bored (??). So, I ventured out; while my mom was tending her mom, I lost myself to the townsfolk. They were funny beings with big voices and a huge appetite for small talk. So that night, I was all ears. As usual.

There were a lot of pretty girls (in my standards), and they were all very kind and helpful.

My cousins are all so cute. And funny.

Tuesday is the start of summer classes… Good luck to me. Luckily, I’m still in the master list, meaning my General Weighted Average is still above the cutoff of the UP School of Economics (the cutoff is at 2.5, anything lower than that undergoes probation). Hey, I got an Uno in World Lit!! Yipee! It seems that I’m doing very well in the field of English. Last last semester, I took up Basic Speech Fundamentals and I also got an Uno. Well…

It would have been fun to share this with someone who could appreciate even the dumbest thing that I do. * ***** **** *******.

My favorite quotes:

When you miss
Someone
So much,

You’ll find
Every
Possible Way

To let your
Messages get through

Hope you’ll
Be able
To receive this

So that you’ll know
How much I…

MISS YOU!!

-Mihaela (It feels nice to be missed by someone…)

Angels never
Come down…

There is no one here they wanted
To hang around with

But if they
Knew you…

If only they
Knew you at all

Then

One

By

One

The angels would fall…

-Nia (This one is my biggest favorite; I feel like I’m a very special person whenever I read it.)

When changes come

We tend to forget
A few things

I just hope
You remember

That even if changes
Occur in my life

No

Change

Will ever

Replace you

-Nia (She really makes me feel special)

When
No one
Seems to
Listen
When
No one
Seems to
Care…
Just
Always
Remember
That
Whenever
A tear
Falls down
Your cheek
I’ll wipe it
For you,
Hug
You
Tight
And whisper
“ssshhh… I’m still here…”

-Famae (I do feel her presence.)

Why do people say loving too much is stupid? It’s because you’ll always be wrong even if you are right, you are weak even if you are strong, you give without receiving, you cry and get hurt, but still… You say you are happy.

-Lique (the definition enthralls me.)

I’ve chosen you as my friend not by what you wear, what you have, or what you can give, but I chose you because of being you… For being someone who is so TRUE.

-Nia (I’m happy that still, someone appreciates my being me.)

The face can speak of a thousand emotions but it can easily mask what the heart truly feels… Don’t be fooled, for the happiest face maybe masking the most hurting heart…

-Ayen (It applies…)

Life is a matter of to do or not to do… Don’t let your mistakes be a regret but a lesson to ponder. A happy life deals with a CHOICE… So choose to be happy, because you deserve to be.

-Niña (At least someone still thinks that I deserve to be happy…)

That for now, Torian. My eyes are tired. Gotta go to slumber….

-sleepy-

Friday, April 15, 2005

Shoes

Heya!

Tomorrow is grandma’s 78th birthday. I’m going back to Lipa later.

*To Where You Are - Josh Groban* I can’t wait to see my kin.

My mum said she’s going to buy me shoes. Yey! The simple joys of having luxury; it’s a thing that I wasn’t so accustomed to because my mum never let me (in particular) swim too much on it. We were well above the poverty line during my early childhood because my dad was a very big man in Lipa City, so fame and money followed him. Actually the Tolentino’s claim a big name in the political system of Lipa, but when he died, we lost the fame (and the luxury). One of my ninongs is Lipa’s ex-mayor Ruben Umali, a big man… But now, he doesn’t even know me. Well, my point is: Since then, the luxury was controlled.

But I have a different protocol to follow – different from what my elder brothers follow. The eldest son of my mother (the brother that always loathed) got everything he wanted: My food, my money, signature clothes, designer shoes, a drum set and a whole set of band instruments later on, a car, a lot of fashionable items like the newest units released by Nokia, etc. He was a complete couch potato and his grades at school were all axes (70, 71, 72, 73, 77) yet he got what he wanted. I, on the other hand, didn’t even get my favorite book (for God’s sake, a book!) even though I exercised my eyes too much on reading, and my grades at school were the juiciest (88, 89, 90, 93).

Anyways, things have settled now – I settled for the underdog role.

Now, I find the simple joys of being bought a pair of shoes… I’m really so happy for it; I think I deserve it.

I want something that fits my arched feet.



I really have nothing sensible to write. Bye!

-nonsense-

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Eyed

Eeekk… I feel drowsy Torian…

I just had my Botox injections yesterday, and my armpits hurt like hell. Well… Not really. I just feel weird because I’ve got toxins working in my inner arms, toxins from a kind of bacterium that causes food poisoning and dental problems… I’m talking about Clostridium Botulinum. Yeah, pretty highfaluting. I hope the toxins work for what it was extracted for – to control the activity of my nerves – and not what it was originally capable of doing. Brrrr… The idea of having a pathogen in my system makes me shiver.

So we went in this small clinic of Homer’s. By the way, I do think the name Homer is so fit to this Homer-man because in my “very primitive but reasonable standards”, I think Homer is gay. You know the kind of guy who gets his dark hair highlighted with burgundy or chestnut, who has very fair skin that is pampered with a lot of moisturizers and spa treatment; one who wears his shoulder-length hair with a headband; one who smells like raspberry or cherry or strawberry or whatever wild berry that was domesticated for the purpose of replacing pheromones; one who speaks very softly with an underlying powerful baritone; one who messes with dermatological rudiments; one who cleans his hands with alcohol, antiseptic, hydrogen peroxide, and other liquid germicides; and one who looks like he’s ready to tie you in a very private place like the bed. He was talking very placidly with my mother, and he enjoyed talking about my stuff with her. He always laughed when my mom said that I drink milk even now, that I do eat yogurt, that I’m from UP, that I can get very touchy at times especially with her and *******, that I love my anklet, that I got pierced in the ears because I was… well… getting in trend, and a lot more.

So I waited until the “maternal talk” was over, and when I was finally going for the procedure, Homer was: “Oh anak,” (the maternity factor was influenced by mum) “hubadin mo na yang t-shirt mo”…







I’ve got to take my shirt off.

Yeah… Of course, why not?

Why not?

Why?

Well, because Homer is GAY! G-A-Y, GAY!

I looked at him and caught the sparkling hazel eyes of his. Then I shivered but to my very great luck, there’s no more option but to expose the private parts of me. Actually, I did not show any signs of hesitation, or I tried not to show any, by taking it off quickly and raising the chin as if waiting for the next command. Then, he began patting certain parts of my very ticklish body. I was so laughing the whole time because he was patting and pressing on very sensitive parts. Anyways, I won’t go down to details, Torian, I just wanted you to know that I was almost harassed by a gay.

When we were finished, he asked me to stand in front of him. I did, and all he did was look at my physique. “Ok na,” he said, and without hesitation, I grabbed my tee and quickly pulled it over my body. I had some difficulty slipping through the neckline, and when my eyes saw the small opening, I caught a glimpse of Homer looking satisfactorily at my tummy – you know, that area… the… the area… the abs?? I haven’t any packs but it is undeniably flat and slightly sculpted and worth looking at (I even lose myself to staring at it for minutes in the mirror)… By chance he was so lucky because I was very naughty-looking that time. My skin was slightly tanned and my hair was still sea-dry and air-wafted. I was wearing my tee that says “CERTIFIED SEX INSTRUCTOR” and my shorts were summery floral and has a fitting waistline that emphasized my shapely abdomen. I was also in slippers, so I had this out-of-beach look that always never failed to serve as an aphrodisiac (??). Huff, so much for the procedure, I now feel light because of the injections, and harassed because of the injector.

Haay, I hope it settles my hormones. Homer said it takes a year before it expires and he was hoping that my hormones were no more erratic when that time comes.

I’m hoping for that too. I can’t imagine undergoing that same procedure again.

That’s it for now, Torian. See yah later…

-eyed-

Nerved

Yo…

I’ll be having my Botox injections later. I’ve always hated injections; they make me go boneless. My mum was making so much fun of me, and I was like pouting the whole day. Hey! Who wants to have a metal syringe inside one’s armpits?!?!

Grr!! How did I get this Hyperhidrosis thing?? Of all people. If my hormones are erratic, then when is it going to settle?? When I’m 27 and working and can undergo last resorts such as surgery?

Huff...

Maybe this is why I always have this foreboding feeling that Len and I share certain similarities. I remember Len having hormonal disorders too... Well, at least, I'm not alone.

I hope my hormones would settle as soon as possible. Homer said that when the hormonal disorder settles, my body will finally be adult. As of now, my body is undergoing a lot of changes, and that's the reason why he can't distinguish which part of my body belongs to the male or the female. It will take time until my body realizes that I am male, so it will produce more testosterone than the other female hormones in the body - which is a very natural thing that happens to adolescents. It just so happens that my period for hormonal settling is too long. When the time comes, I'm man enough to engage to a lot of things... I can't wait!

And I hate people who always mistook me as a girl. Don't they realize that my voice is too low to be feminine? And hey! I've no boobs! I hate that man in the drug store... I was buying sensodyne and he was: "Naku Ining, wala nung may Baking Soda eh..." Damn him!

Then there was this girl at Kodak (or Konika) who also thought I was girl because she was: "Naku miss, nasira yung mesh namin, kukunan na lang ulit kita." Grr... So I posed for another photo shoot (for id pics) and when we ended she was: "Ah miss, paki-fill up na lang nitong form..."

Punyeta!!

Do I look like a girl?? Hello?? Girls are so different! They act differently, they eat very little, they are very mischievous, and they smell weird!

They are also very giggly at times. They are very out of this world...

Ugh...

When will I look like a boy??

-conscious-

Monday, April 11, 2005

Escapade

Elo!

The outing was a blast!! It was a very fun experience!

We were supposed to meet at Mcdo Lipa at midday, but out of curiosity and excitement, Aizel and Darryl and I compromised to meet an hour earlier. And we did, and Darryl was the last one to arrive again. Well, what’s new with him? So we chatted the time out until everyone arrived. Unfortunately, the 27 people who agreed on coming diminished to 14… Yes, the other 13 all-talk-people backed out because of this issue on NPA’s infesting Laiya. And that, for me, was very petty because San Juan was even advertised by GMA in one of their shows. Besides, we already went there a year ago, and there was not a sign of threat or terrorism. Everything was fit for paradise.

After hours of waiting for our chickeny high school section adviser, we bulleted to San Juan in full abandon. We made a stop-over at the talipapa in San Juan and bought some amenities (lamog-lamog fish, a kite that’s only plastic and skeleton, abanicos, prickly firewood, wet coal, etc.) So, we were all blabbering about the very quick ride, because the driver was flying. Maybe he thought we’re on a plane and decided to fly instead of trekking the ground. Aizel and I, who were seat at the seat nearest to the entrance of the jeep were like bouncing all the time. We were windswept; Aizel lost one of her balloons, and we almost lost our bigas, my slippers, and Aizel to the ravaging air. It was a very fast ride.

Now, we thought that was the hard catch in it, but when we finally reached the vicinity, we were forced to drive across sand dunes! Laiya’s soil is mainly powdered white sand… So imagine driving over it in a jeep. Our final destination was the resort called Ka Bugoy’s. When I set foot on the ground, the sand which accumulated inside the jeep was very thick, it literally whitened our skin. It even bleached our hair. Darryl suddenly looked 10 years older. Jomie’s nest of hair transformed into a nest (??), and I had the dirtiest feet of all.

And Jomie was suggesting a photo shoot. What’s with her??

We had some difficulty finding a place to stay because a lot of people were occupying the best places. In the end, we settled for a small cottage with two long tables coming with it for Php2000.

The first day was spent for chores. Leontine and Kathleen and Mommy Niña were making barbecues while Aizel, Angelica, and me did the hardest chore of all – sand-castle making. It was very hopeful in the beginning, with Aizel the Artist and Angelica the Architect at hand, but… Well, we never really finished the castle. The high tide swallowed it. So we resorted to kite flying. And Kim did a very good job, but we also weren’t able to appreciate it much because it was almost night fall.

Haha!

A series of unfortunate events.

Now where’s lemony snickets?

*He’s currently treating his inner-thighs allergy in Lipa… “May Hadhad Siya” in Tagalog.*

Dinner came and we dined on Banana leaves! Very fun. But we starved first before we had the chance to munch on carcinogen-rich over-fried tilapia and unevenly cooked barbecue. It was a good thing that Len didn’t come because I can never imagine her eating with her hands…

After cleaning the mess, we had this bonding session by the shore. It was dubbed as “Revelations” and to establish the program, we had to present something, like a number or … what… something to that sort. My groupmates were Ayen, Leontine, Aizel the Baby Bear, Carla the Mama Bear, Darryl the Papa Bear, Zara the Betrothed, and Kathleen. We did this song and dance number to the tune of Saligumbay-Dayang-Dayang remix and the Bear Chant. It was so hilarious! We challenged the other group consisting of Jomie, Lique, Abi, and Eeween, and they were so no match. Kim did a solo act – the Worm Dance. It was outrageous!! Haha, I’ll cherish everything for sure.

Then we proceeded to this revealing stuff. Jomie went down the hot seat first, and every intriguing thing was cleared. Everything. From Tito Jose, to Hector, to LEMY… Oooh, it was a bittersweet Jomie standing and explaining in front of us, framed by waves of the sea. Every one of us had this tingling sensation of mixed romance and parental warfare and hope (for Lemy)… They really looked good together. I’m still hoping. For them.

Kim went next. I knew I’d be the issue but he started with his love life. Then there was this hidden side of Kim slowly surfacing like some heavy bubble trapped in oil and grease. He told in full detail his pursuit of a very out-of-reach Lian and the very out-of-time Avis and his disputes with me and Edgy and JACK, and rumors. He complained to us about his very ill-fated love life, and the bad rumors about him. Then he made my entrance to the scene. He actually went down to accusing me of spreading the gossip, but I was successful of clearing my name because I’m not the one who’d backbite or spread a buzz… I mean, no man would ever do that. But I had a hard time to get cool with Kim because he had a lot of things in mind. SO, there was me and Kim in the hot seat, me holding out my hand, and Kim rejecting it. He just asked and asked, and I was just explaining and explaining. In the end, I finally convinced him that I had no more intentions of being alienated from him, so he finally accepted. And we’re cool! No more fights from now on. That’s between me and Kim… Between Kim and Lian, Det, and Ana… Time will tell. Soon.

And the other disputes… I do hope they get cool with each other this year. There will be another reunion on Christmas. I hope everyone will be there.

I can’t remember who went next… Basta. Darryl’s talk was short – all about Maico and their very short romance. Darryl was very mean to the girl! He even admitted that he didn’t like her at all; he just wanted to satisfy the girl’s needs… (??) That’s very mean! Don’t you think so, Torian?? When you engage in a relationship, there should be a 2-way benefit system. There’s no such thing as one-way love.

Kathleen was all about life in Lyceum and having 0% love life.

Lique was also a bit intriguing because he was somehow connected to Kim. There were rumors that before Lique went down to Jejo, she had a thing for Kim – but we left it to where it ended. Lique is very happy now with my cousin, and I hope them the very best that life can offer a couple of vibrant people. Lique continued with her so grimy roommate in Kalay, and in the end, everyone was grimacing.

Carla’s talk was also so short – academics and that guy who everyone had been teasing Carla with. I can’t remember his name.

I can’t remember Ayen’s talk because I must have dipped to sleep during those moments. I was forcing Ayen to tick by finger her list of crushes, and that’s a count that would reach 2 thousand.

I think Ayen has a crush with Kim.

Hihi.

Leontine hardly spoke a thing. She just said she was waiting for the outing to reconcile with Claudet and JACK. She reconciled with me when I offered my hand to her, and I felt this unique feeling of being free of burden… Social burden.

Zara’s talk was the whatabouts of her relationship with Boylet. They’re so sweet, hinatid pa si Zara nung boyfriend nya sa jeep namin nung sinundo namin siya… Very noble…

Niña was about … Well … I dunno, I can’t remember. Grrr, short term memory loss.

Eeween’s talk was juicy. Hey! Erwin has a girlfriend! The girl’s name is Mary Grace, she’s from Romblon. Erwin was also too cruel to his girl. He confessed that he’s only being man, standing by Grace as a boyfriend although his heart still throbs for Mariel. Aww… It’s so telenovela-ish. Erwin still loves Mariel, who turned him down for this Joel Luna, a goldfish-looking pale-skinned high school waste in braces. Oh, pardon me.

Mariel was blind.

Abi’s talk was delivered to us by Jomie. She didn’t talk for herself. Jomie did the love life talk about MJ (??), a possible boy toy for Abi… Haay, finally, she had fallen in love.

Aizel’s talk was about frustrated stalkers named Mark Luna. See, all Luna’s in the Philippines, except the Luna’s in Ayen’s side, are manic.

Luckily, I didn’t have to talk about my love life because they forgot all about it. Haha, I had my share of talk with Kim.

And that was the end of it. The next activity was the “Walang Tulugan Challenge”, the test which I failed to meet at end because I retired for like 2 hours because I’m so so tired and my eyes are like being blown by the night breeze. So I made these bed-like indentations on the sand, perfectly aligning each contour of my body because my scoliosis is into torturing me again. Darryl made his “bed” beside mine, and so did Aizel, and we went to Dreamland hand in hand. The next thing, I found myself still asleep but now beside everyone else. We were all huddled by the sand; some were talking about the papal candidacy of Italian cardinals, liberation theology, and Anti-Christianity. I on the other hand, journeyed through time…

Whatever.

Then came dawn, and some of my favorite people were already swimming at the ice cold beach. We (Me, Ayen, Darryl, and Aizel) joined later. It was already morning. The sun was already making its way towards the heavens. Then everyone else joined and we played this volleyball-ish game where Ayen ended up being cornered and Zara was always out of reach of the ball. I enjoyed swimming with goggles on; I saw a lot of butts… Haha.

We went offshore before the clock struck 7. Then we made this sorrowful pilgrim towards “The Rock”. It was this huge boulder at the far end of the shoreline. We were walking for like 30 minutes, and when we got there, we didn’t waste time and went down to business – Photography. We were so crazy, we took shots of ourselves posing in model stances for magazines, and I felt good about it, even though we were impeding everyone else in their attempt to get to the summit. It was so fun, I wanted to do a lot of photo shoots. Unfortunately, the cameras bugged out. One lost power, the other one went full. Oh well…

We toured the vicinity of “The Rock” and found ourselves balancing on thin flip flops because there were a lot of crevices on the rocks that jutted out of water, and the splashing water did no help. Nevertheless, we made it safe and sound, except for Kathleen who had a long nasty cut on her ankle. Poor she.

When we were about to return, we had this dispute of how to get back to home base. Most of us proposed for riding a boat, while others preferred walking. We won (boat), and the last thing I remember was we dived out of the boat in the middle of the sea, with nothing to protect us but orange floating vests and guts… FUN!! It was like 50 feet deep, but the waters were still so clear, we could actually see the rocks underneath. There weren’t any life forms, so there’s no shark to fear… It was so fun, it was my first time to swim out in the sea that far. It was a unique experience; I want to do it again!

When we finally reached home base, we prepared for departure. Then all went their separate ways…

Haay, I’ll miss them for sure. I hope we’ll have another outing next year, and I hope that time, everyone can come.

By the way, I’m very envious of Aizel’s tan. It was perfect. I feel sorry for myself for not being able to achieve it because staying out in the sun is painful in the skin. I can’t stand going out longer than 10 minutes. Maybe I’ll use tanning cream next time.

I hope I’ll see more skin next year…

Hey, no Botox injections until tomorrow! Yey!

-resting-

Saturday, April 09, 2005

Anticipation

Iy!

Hows yah! Now when was the last time I posted a readable post??

*Kharma – Alicia Keys* Hey Torian, tomorrow is outing day! Finally the day has come; I hope there’ll be a lot of us joining. We’re heading to Laiya, my favorite place lately… It’s a very beautiful place. The turquoise waters clashes incessantly to the pale sand. There are rock masses jutting out of the clear water, and there’s this one big boulder at the end of the shoreline where you can take photos of yourself doing the magazine smug-pout.

Well, I do look forward to a lot of familiar faces. 26 of my classmates will be there; and it will surely be a blast! Unfortunately, more than 10 of my family-friends can’t come because of escapade stuff like going out of town [country] or migrating or the like. Poor them. This is something worth not missing.

I hope Lian and Ana and Det will come. Ana’s “elders” are currently having some good time in faraway Bangkok, so she’s not sure if she coming. Lian, on the other hand, is going to Florida and stay there for a month… And I envy her. Florida is where you see the Florida Keys, and a lot of animals, and a lot of marshes, and a lot of girls in bikinis, and barbecues, and alligators… I want to be there some day… Det, on the third hand, is not coming. Sayang…

I’m waiting for this getaway to settle everything that’s so bothering me. You know, high school thingies. I hope everyone comes. I hope Det will be settled with Leontine and Ana with everyone else and me with Kim and Lian with … Kim also and Gerard and everyone. Oh well…

I miss Aizel and Darryl, my favorite buds. May God permit them come.

I want to see my classmates in Bikinis!! Harhar! Now who’s daring??

Hmmm… The simple joys of field tripping…

But there’s another thing that’s bothering me… More of like freaking me out.I’ll be having Botox injections on Sunday!!! WWAAaaaaaaaaaaahh!!

Only hours ago, we went to a dermatologist who happens to be a scout of the celebrity-derm-overlord Dr. Calayan. We went there because my eccrine glands are so freaky, they kept on sweating pails of water [or sweat] during untimely occasions. Homer, the dermatologist, claimed that I have this sweat disorder called Hyperhidrosis. It was caused by the erratic activity of the Androgen hormones in my body, making me sweat too much in certain parts of my body like my hands and feet and underarms and midsection and lower back. Homer said that the only permanent cure to this disorder was cutting the nerve that is responsible for sweat secretion, meaning I have to undergo a surgery… And my mother said – “No!”

Thank God. I don’t like metal claspers and iron devices probing inside me.

So Homer suggested injecting Botox to the concerned parts in order to block the activity of the nerves.

(!@#$%^&*)

I hate injections. And to think that they’ll be injecting Clostridium Botulinum toxins inside me… Brrr… Makes me shiver.

Anyways, the outing comes first… I should not be consumed by this Botox thingy. It’s very medical and deep, and now is just not the time to think about it.

Check ya later, Torian!

-anticipating-

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Waiting

Hey.

The pope is dead. He died during the dawn of Saturday - Philippine time. Oh well.

Who's to replace him?

I can't see a fitting new pope because Pope John Paul II is still fresh in my memory. I was born during his reign as Pope, so he's actually the default. Anyways, if there's to be a new pope, I want it to be Francis Arinze, the Roman Catholic cardinal from Nigeria, because first, he's from a third world country, therefore he knows the hardships of being a Catholic despite the harshness of reality, which takes form through poverty, corruption, and human imperfection. Second, he is African and has black skin... If he ever got the position as Pope, he'll be the first black-skinned pope ever to sit in the Vatican, and he'll be the first to ensure everyone in the world that the Christianity is not racist.

The list of Papal candidates really fascinates me... Or actually bothers me. There are people who are deserving to be pope, but are not running for it. Then there are those who are running for the position, but I doubt if they really fit in the Vatican because instead of having theology as background, their status implies mastery of other fields such as Journalism, Politics, and Software Engineering (??)... I scanned the list until the final candidate made me click the exit button.

The last candidate was someone named Rachael Whittington...

(Pope Rachael I ??)

Anyways, I on behalf of the whole Philippine populace, is expecting a pope that could parallel Karol's appeal to the people.

Our class outing is coming. Can't wait...

-waiting-