Believe me when I say they’re just not letting me express myself. Effing string of events are leading to my ineffectual blogging. Or just intangible blogging–that being wala rin akong naisusulat. Pinaganda lang.
 
Computer’s been down and my brother still hasn’t fixed the OS. Got corrupted due to a bad program gone wrong at the worst. Good thing it gave me time to back up, but not enough time to stay around and surf. Then, office’s internet has blocked most of the sites we could go to and limiting it strictly to business. My site CAN be opened, but I just don’t want to let it get to a point that it would be blocked. Ebay lets us surf, except of course, just for business as well. So when I open my mail and find that there are comments in my site, in Friendster, or in Downelink, it’s just like so effing down syndrome that won’t get out. So there.
 
What is up with the effing world. Let’s enumerate:
 
1) FETE DE LA MUSIQUE is back on its slated yearly one-night pull off performance in… drum roll here… MALATE! Yes. Oh god oh god oh god. The land of the rising jologs and queer individuals–and I’m not even talking about gays here. They just LOOK queer. And Fete de la Musique is to be hosted in these grounds.
 
Not much of an option, but let’s base it on the previous locations:
 
2004 had it at Eastwood City, Libis. It rained hard, but the party just won’t be broken up. Still such a memorable grand performance for the World stage which had Cynthia Alexander and Pinikpikan getting everyone to dance around. JP and EJ and JC. All three Js spent the next hours drinking at JP’s house afterwards.
 
2005 had Ortigas, occupying the areas in Podium, El Pueblo and some other areas around it. Booze taken from most 7-11 and Mini Stop areas–pick your choice. Barbie was seen watching the alternative scene in the spectators’ area before her performance–something that thrilled Paul, who was with me at the time. Electronica room was still a blast, and Wolfmann was still literally alive.
 
2006 had Mall of Asia. I don’t know what happened, I wasn’t even informed. When I was, it was already done. Bad, JP.
 
2007 have… Malate.
 
Okay.
 
Kung sabagay, what the hell can we do–we don’t have that much places to hold it anyway. They COULD hold it at the new Trinoma, but since I haven’t really been there I’m not sure if it’s gonna be that wide. Or maybe in Makati, or Ortigas ulit.
 
Sigh. Okay, I concede. It’s just that Malate brings out bad memories of lap dances and macho dancers with bow ties.
 
2) ACCORDING TO MY OTHER GAY BESTFRIEND, there were gunshots heard at SM Bacoor yesterday–Monday, June 18. He happened to be there with his pregnant sister and was fortunate enough to whisk her out of there before anything happened.
 
I’m trying to look up possible news about it. Nothing on the net. And I didn’t get to chance upon the news on the telly last night. So that kinda left me hanging. Anyone knows something ’bout this?
 
Shet. Para tuloy yang yung nakita ko si Rico Blanco sa may kanto ng Greenbelt at Paseo na kayakap si
 
 
 
3) I CANNOT SLEEP RECENTLY and it’s starting to get me off my rocker. Well, I can, actually, but not immediately as I used to ALWAYS feel sleepy after I come home at 1am. So I normally fall asleep at 4. What do I do in between those times? I clean. That’s absolutely scaring me. I don’t normally clean in the wee hours of the morning–and definitely not the type to clean it down to every detail.
 
That’s why I kinda saw a compilation of some blogs I made over at my satellite site [satellite site…naks.] at mindsay.com when I had an alternate personality as a boy by the name of… fuck, ano ngang name ko dun? Joshua, I think. I printed them all before saving them all along with other past blogs off to another hidden blogsite. Even some letters, old diaries, and even mediocre literary pull-offs. Reading them again’s kind of a hard whiplash–all the memories, feelings, songs, tears, laughter and pain’s encapsulated in words much much more expressive than mine today. And that was no less than five years ago.
 
You kinda wonder, in five years, a lot’s going to happen. You’re just never really gonna know if it’s for the better or for worse.
 
 
4) WORK IS AGAIN BEING A PAIN when it’s asking for something more than you bargained for. When we came to this company, one of the things we considered was the dress down policy which we were all too happy for. NOW, the effing PM is asking everyone to dress up. Yes, not the whole company, just our program in the 26th floor. Everyone’s contesting, but we’re still trying to figure a way to kick her out of her effing throne and create a ruckus.
 
But, of course, as trained by Ger, I along with her again looked for ways to get around things till we can finally find a hole–that, we’re gonna make sure we’ll bust. So I kinda bought these nice new Nikes at Nike Womens in Gateway, something that can be passed off as semi-casual but originally for yoga. I think.
 
Wow. I found out, after not buying shoes from a department store for such a long time, that MY foot size is actually 8. I’m a size 8. Then how come MY rubbers are always 5.5? Apparently, all the sizes I’ve been getting in Greenhills and Cartimar are for males. Would you believe that. Yea, men’s sizes are about one and a half lower than women’s.
 
So what does that say for my Vans that is HOT PINK and über KIKAY? Is that also for Men?!?!
 
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I’m getting a little estranged with life.
 
I kinda don’t know why.
 

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