http://www.yomiuri.co.jp/dy/national/20060907TDY01003.htm

More reference? Pick up the September 4 issue of Time Asia, the one about the stars. (which are, by the way, I took time to research about. Check the links here:

http://www.time.com/time/asia/covers/501060904/story.html

http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1531895,00.html

http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1533425,00.html )

Mahirap maging polite. Aminado ako dun.

Pero putangina. Sawang sawa na ako sa iyo. Matagal ka nang ganyan, e. Araw araw na lang.

Nagmamakaawa na ako sa kung sino mang makakarinig ng bulong kong sumisigaw na kung pwedeng tumigil ka na, pero hindi. Lagi kang ganyan. Wala naman akong magawa dahil andito ka na, eh. At nandito na rin ako. Mahirap man tanggapin.

Pero putangina naman. Tigilan mo na ang kabobohan mo. Parang awa mo na. Nakakainis makinig sa utak na walang laman. Ang yabang yabang mo pa mag comment. Putangina, hindi groundbreaking ang comments mo. Nowhere near sense nga bawat salitang lumalabas sa bibig mo. Nakakatulig, pero wala naman akong magawa. Nagiisip lang akong magpasensya. Iniisip ko lang na malapit na naman ang paghihiwalay eh. Mapupunta ka na sa ibang grupong magtitiyaga sa iyo. At matatawa na lang ako para sa kanila. Mali–hahalakhak ako para sa pait at hirap at pagtitiyaga na dadanasin nila habang kasama mo sila. Tatawa na lang ako dahil masama man pero maiisip kong nakabawi na ako. Pero ngayon, ayoko na. Ayoko na ng sandamakmak mong reklamo. Eh putangina, bakit ba pinili mo pang pumasok rito at magtrabaho para sa ************* kung ayaw mo rin naman dito? Kung puro airhead na comments ang ibabato mo? Magthetheorize ka pa: bakit ganito ganito ganito? Putangina, kahit batang 5 year old na may sense kayang sagutin ang mga tanong mong feeling deep. Debatable na nga ang word na dense para sa iyo, eh. Kasi mas malabo ka pa dun. Nakakahiya ngang gamitin pa sa iyo ang word na iyon. Mali: Nakakahiya para sa word na iyon ang maikabit ito sa iyo.

Tama na. Putanginamohindikanatalaganakakatuwakungpwedetumahimikkanalangever. Tama na. Bawal na ang sobrang tanga. Parang awa mo na.

I

I was on my third paracetamol this morning. Just an extreme headache I contracted sometime Sunday afternoon while I was going home. I was supposed to start on the layout of the blog and maybe format some songs on the pod, but I just had to go and tuck myself in at around 8pm. Which is rather early, when every Sunday I usually stay up late up until the house ghosts start the knocking.

II

I received his text on my way to Alabang. Obviously forwarded, something about how if two lovers separate and remain friends, it’s either they’re still in love or they never loved each other at all. I told him the caring doesn’t stop after the breaking of hearts started.

III

Last Saturday I was at Giligan’s Makati with Ger as two of her friends celebrated their birthdates. I honestly froze when I saw this girl who looked just like Aiz, a good friend some years back. We had some problems over the years that prompted us to severe communication ties with each other.

His little jamaican braids were bouncing behind him. But he was bent over my seatmate’s computer, analyzing this and that. He looked at me. Biggest mistake of his life. He asked what’s up. I rephrase, THAT’s the biggest mistake of his life.

 ”See, the [account detail] is this, but the [account detail] is this. But the caller paid $120 today, but it’s still not showing up on the account. Then she’s asking me [account detail]. Where am I going to deduct that? Is it going to be here, or here? Or should I tell her that since the account would be updated 24-48 hours, that it should show up then? Or would she be able to [account detail]?”

The trainor looked at me with mouth open, not breathing.

“Do you ALWAYS talk THAT FAST?”

Heehee.