SEA Games

My friends and I whisked off to Laguna around Sunday afternoon to watch the opening of the Southeast Asian Games at the Trace College Aquatic Center. This is where all the aquatic events for the games will be held at. We got to tour the whole place as we had all-access passes courtesy of a good friend of ours who owns the venue. The Aquatic Center is probably the best one this side of Southeast Asia. Awesome is an understatement.

We most definitely will be coming back to watch the closing ceremonies this Sunday.

Go Philippines!

Retro Night

A small, routine Saturday night gimmick turned into a huge college reunion in no time. We weren't really planning on throwing a get-together last night, but everything went crazy once old friends kept coming in. We were to hold our usual laid-back Saturday night chill when we decided to text and call our other friends to ask if they'd want to join. It was a bit like a hollow invitation, because we were expecting people to have other plans set already. Little did we know that everyone actually said they were coming along. The little rendezvous morphed into one raucous frenzy.

College days all over again.

Super Saturday Part II

I fulfilled a three-pronged objective last night, all in one go. First, I caught up and rekindled the old times. Second, hung out and partied with the current group. Lasty, was able to establish new connections with newfound friends.

Talk about hitting three birds with one huge stone.

Girlfriend

I haven't had a girlfriend for about a year and a half or so now. A lot of people have been asking me why I don't have one, especially those whom I've just met. They tend to be surprised when I say I don't have one. Apparently, a lot of people think I look like I have a girl. Mukha daw akong may girlfriend, in other words. Labo. Ano ba itsura ng mukhang may girlfriend? Anyway, I should take it as a complement daw.

Come to think of it, I also don't know the reason why I'm single. Most of my friends think I'm too picky... I honestly don't think so. It's just that I won't settle for just about anyone for the sake of having one. I basically know how to differentiate serious from playtime. I've met girls who I'd really like to be with and all, too bad they don't feel the same. I guess this pretty much sums it up: The ones you like don't like you back, and you don't like the ones who like you.

Ouch.

On Sick Bay

Having a hedonistic lifestyle finally took its toll on my health, as I've been practically feeling sick since last Saturday. I've been experiencing flu-like symptoms, been having awful colds, and my throat hurts like hell. I haven't had much rest since leaving work about 6 weeks ago. And for those who know me, they would have an idea how hectic my schedule is despite being unemployed. There are a few things that I cannot not do even if I'm not feeling well. I always have to find time for the gym and basketball whatever the case may be, healthy or not.

The weekend is coming up real quick and there are plans being set already so I have to get myself up and ready. Hopefully I can stay home for the rest of the week and recuperate before things get worse.

Surprise, Surprise

I got home a couple of hours ago from my padron's little birthday dinner/inuman thing. He just had the biggest surprise (or scare?) of his life the night before (Thursday night). I won't go into details anymore but it was hella crazy.

Dude got himself sniped and locked down (no pun intended).

Home Boy

I've spent the last two nights stuck at home either sleeping, watching tv or playing Madden. This has been a rarity recently as I've gone out practically everyday (or night) since I quit work over a month ago. Usually we'd take a night off to rest and recharge, but two consecutive nights? Not a chance.

Anyway, I needed to catch up on my zzzz's too so it's a welcome sight for me to finally get some much-deserved shut-eye. It's Friday already so I'm expecting another busy weekend coming up and I won't be able to sleep soundly anymore.

I'm on full battery now, and I'm ready to roll.

Bring it on.



Oh yeah, it's my good friend's birthday today. Happy Birthday Padron! We'll round up some young'n's and lighten up the party.

Spur of the Moment

I've always been a control freak. I'd normally want things scheduled and planned out beforehand so as not to waste precious time. I've always valued my time more than anything. Don't get me wrong though, I'm one of the first people my friends call whenever something comes up because they know I'm always game and available.

Recently though, it seems everything I do is reactionary. Most of my plans have been on the impromptu side. It's been cool though, as I seem to be enjoying the change of atmosphere.

I'll always be a control freak, yet if the spontaneous adventures are as good as what I'm having nowadays, then there will always be exceptions.

Super Saturday

Had an impromptu overnight spell last night with a some friends. It was so spontaneous that we had like less than hour to prepare logistics. Our friends had no place to crash and they couldn't go home to their respective houses so we had to find them a place to stay through the night.

Anyway, we were able to get them a pad and everything worked out accordingly without much fuss.

Impromptu adventures seem to be my thing recently. And I actually like it.

Haha.

Tragic Loss

My kabarkada's grandfather succumbed to illness yesterday. He suffered from organ(s) failure. I never actually heard my friend tell stories about his lolo. It's usually about his parents that he makes kwento about. Nonetheless, I've never seen him so down too, until last night. We've gone through a rollercoaster of a life since our college days, but his morale has never been this low. The whole situation took me by surprise, as I didn't know what to say.

Take it easy, Blek. You know we got your back.

Unexpected HS Reunion

I was strolling down the Greenbelt strip last night, when I heard an unfamiliar howl. As I turned to check out who they were, I was happily suprised to see most of my Ateneo HS barkada having drinks. We've all gone our separate ways after graduating from high school. Though we all went to Ateneo for college, we've never really been in touch except for the occasional hi-hello when bumping into each other in campus.

These cats have hit it big now, both as a group and individually as well. I remember them having to go through a bevy of band transformations just to find the right mix. After multiple roster and name changes, failures included, ChicoSci was finally born. And like they say, the rest is history.

I've never been a 'rocker', that's why people sometimes wonder how I managed to fit in with this bunch of rockstars considering I never really digged their music since way back. I remember sleeping most of the time during band rehearsals and gigs. When it came to music, I wasn't into Korn, Deftones or Tool unlike these guys. But we all managed to click together as a barkada. Besides, these cats were once average AHS students too.

High school will never be the same without these guys. I will always have fond memories of the Gazeeboys. It's nice seeing you guys again.

Til the next time... cheers!

It's Over

If this is your way of sending signals, then I get your drift. No need on second-guessing. It's all good. No worries.

Moving on...

Deuce Bigelow

I was able to catch Rob Schneider's "Deuce Bigelow: European Gigolo" this afternoon. We were a bit surprised that it was still on considering it opened like three weeks ago. Anyway, it was such a lousy movie that I actually feel bad I wasted precious time. Enough said. Only two things stood out for me in the film: first, the actress who played Eva looked very much like The OC's Mischa Barton, who's such a hottie, and the film's soundtrack had nice cuts.

Retail Therapy

I treated myself to a dose of retail therapy today. Went shopping at Megamall and Powerplant practically the whole day, while sneaking in a round of driving range in between. Having quit from work a few weeks back, I felt guilty having to spend a lot on clothes and stuff. I guess i just felt that I deserve to treat myself once in a while. I'm going back and doing round 2 of retail therapy tomorrow, afterwhich my spending spree will have to go on rehab. That is, of course, unless my other 'work' rakes in additional bling.

Ahh. This is the life.

Smells Like Teen Spirit

We had to help out a 17-year-old damsel in distress a couple of hours ago. We met her through a common friend while hanging out in Greenbelt. Anyway, it was about 3am already and she didn't have a ride home. She said she didn't want to go home to her place, because her boyfriend's sleeping there and they're not in good terms. She was to sleep at her friend's place in Sta. Mesa, and needed a ride going there. She didn't have her wallet with her too, so that took away the taxi option. Besides, with what she was wearing, I seriously see 'coed raped by taxi driver' in tomorrow's headlines. So before she fucks her way into hitching with someone else, we decided to take her. During the ride, she blabbed about being 'basag' and how she kept downing V's in Greenbelt. She also bragged about being a 'playa' and sleeping in different people's houses. WTF, true players don't even admit to anything. It's the last thing they want other people to think. I don't know if she was trying to impress us or what, but it certainly annoyed the hell out of me.

I pity her for living that kind of lifestyle. She thinks she's fly and all. I can't blame her though because everyone goes through that stage. At any rate, she'll learn soon enough that life doesn't revolve around sex, drugs, and parties. I hope she realizes that before her life gets totally fucked up. Otherwise, the next time she goes and asks for a favor, "Get down girl, go 'head, get down".

Road Trip

I just got home from a spontaneous rendezvous in Tagaytay with the boys. We didn't really have any plans set yesterday considering today is a national holiday. We just decided last minute to head up there around 6 pm.

Anyway, to sum up the whole late night/early morning adventure: the trip was good, but the company was even better.

The Art of Worrying

I was talking to a good friend of mine last night. She had love problems to share and she said she needed a guy's point of view. She continued by saying I was the only person she could talk to about it because I was the only close guy friend she has who didn't know the guy involved.

Anyway, as our conversation progressed, I learned that she's a pessimist, a worrywart just like me. It's funny because I never seem to look at the brighter side of things. I always have to find something negative. Some friends tease me that worrying takes up most of my time. They're probably right, too. I guess I just refuse to be optimistic because I have an 'expect-the-worst-hope-for-the-best' attitude. I'd rather sulk now then be gratified later than rejoice now only to be disappointed thereafter.

One thing I know for sure is that it's totally not healthy. I actually suffer because of the stress, and it takes a huge toll on my body as well. I need to rehab this bad trait of mine, but I doubt it'll ever go away. Talk about pessimism at its finest.

Down and Out

Just got home a couple of hours ago and I feel so fucked up. It seems that everything that could go wrong actually went wrong. What makes it worse is the fact that I just had one my best days a few nights ago.

I guess it's just one of them days.