You're starting to get drunk and lose yourself in the continous beat of house music. You are on the island of party bliss where time stops and there are only booze and a lot of flirting. And amidst all this frenzy, someone texts you that a relative just died.

You're drunk. You're laughing for no reason, but your heart feels heavy. It's weird when someone you know is gone but the alcohol holds you back from crashing into reality

I'm off to Boracay tomorrow for a 3-day trip despite the very recent report of a probable SARS case in the Visayas. I'm not really worried about SARS being in Boracay, the virus cannot possibly stand the summer heat Also anyone with fever won't possibly go to the beach. I'm more worried about going to the airport and being on an airplane. If anyone coughs or sneezes for as much as a sec, I'll totally freak out.

Thing is, when I think about SARS, I cough. So if I think 'SARS' enough to make me cough non-stop, I should be more worried about getting whisked away by airport and health officials to undergo medical check-up.

My hair has never gotten that much attention before.

I can't even describe what I did with it. I've been telling friends that I wanted to have it cut ala the David Beckham mohawk, but I still can't decide where to have it done and with Mona's latest post, I want to be even more careful.. So yesterday, depsite my long hair, I styled it like a mohawk just so I can preview how it would look like.

And guess who told me she liked it? Angel Aquino. Hehehe And I'm her fan so I was all giddy inside, but pretended to be so cool about it on the outside. yun lang po and yup there were a few more people who liked it aside from her

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But to style my hair like that every day is just not worth it. Takes about 30 minutes.

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Bumped into flirty male model yesterday night. He's cuter than ever. At first I got missed calls from him, so I taught he was finally prepared to admit his feelings for me. Then I taught of looking around the coffeeshop Pajammy and I were in because I sensed maybe he was there. And he was. Grrrr... And I think he was on a date. Double grrr...

Then he dropped by our table and repeatedly *ehem*told me to text him. Tangna text ko talaga sya. Ang gwapo nya no.

I bow down to the all-knowing. Their wisdom blinds me. They walk amongst the people and the people bow down to their splendor and magnanimity. They speak only of what is true and praiseworthy and I hang my head low in shame and remorse. For my name has been chosen to pass through the lips of the all-knowing and I throw myself at their heels for I do not merit such an honor. To have been kissed by the light of their intelligence and good judgment fills me with such gladness that I can only hope to emulate even merely the brilliance of the impression that surrounds them. As I prostrate my subservient self before the presence of the all-knowing, I beg that I may be gifted by their further interest so that I may raise myself into the criterion that they deem proper for their subjects. And in turn, I pledge to amend my wrongdoings so that I may emerge cleansed in their eyes and worthy of kissing the sandals on their feet.

I bow down to the all-knowing. When birds fly overhead them, I shall suppress the smirk that forms on this humble servant’s lips, and with the permission of the all-knowing, I shall make wings and fly after the treacherous creatures. And on their sandaled feet, I will break the creatures’ necks and be careful enough not to spill even a droplet of blood on their robes because the birds make them angry.

Because they do not meet their criterion - birds fly and the all-knowing do not.

Wohooo!!! I just gave birth to triplets!!!

Ugly triplets though.

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Spent the entire Holy Week watching biblical movies with my Mom. Aaah!!! Thankfully, we didn't see The Ten Commandments again because she really loves that movie and she always makes us watch it during Lent. But seriously though, producers of said biblical movies should not cast ultra-hot actors in their films. Over the last three days, I've lusted after Jacob, Joseph, Judas and he who I cannot dare name. ey, they're all Js! As atonement for my sin, I sat through the entire film showing of Himala, Insiang and Ganito Kami Noon, Paano Kayo Ngayon?, where the absence of ultra-hot actors made me concentrate on the films' commentary, which in turn is a pain for an idiot guy like me.

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If you'll look through the White Pages, you'll find people with the family name of Mosquito.

Hello Dr. Mosquito, hello Eng. Mosquito. Bless me Father Mosquito. Let us graciously welcome, Lifestyle Editor Angela Kristensen Mosquito. How is your job, Pamela Angela Mosquito? We haven't seen each other in a long time Giles, Ryan, Giff and Carlo Mosquito! Take care of yourselves and your babies, Mona and Anamelissa Mosquito. How's London, Regina Mosquito? This is Capt. Blue Arden Mosquito speaking.

Um, I don't know if Kylie's locomotion was a revival, but I just read on the CNN site that a 1960s singer named Little Eva, who popularized the "Loco-motion" in her teenage years, died last Friday.

The day Pajammy and I danced to it.

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Does the Abu Sayaff have any recordings?

In Iraq, I expect the French to build a Republic, the British, a clock tower, the Australians, an opera house, and the Americans, McDonald's.

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Okay, so I was in front of the computer for an hour earlier and I didn't feel the urge to write. So I decided to call it a night and went to bed to sleep.

Then, the sudden urge to type away. Eh pucha I was already comfortable in bed, so I tried resisting it. But words were continuosly swimming in my head, so okay fine, I got up and reached for my pen and paper.

Ayan. Wala na sya. Tangnang buhay 'to.

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I am now seriously bothered by my inability to write my assignments. It's been more than a month since I wrote anything with the exception of my blog posts. And I'm not that of a workaholic so this can't be burn-out. what's there to burn? So I'm giving myself till the end of the week to pull my act together. I'm going to labor over my twins now triplets since the Quiapo trip and hopefully, put a stop to my own personal El Nino.

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It's been a long time since I felt innocent, but this post made me feel the lightness of the spirit.

Hands down, he gives the best homilies ever. Since I went to college, I've been delusional enough to be such a smart ass and refute to myself the homilies of whoever priest I was listening to. Because seriously, some of them do say a lot of crap, in particular, supposedly non-fictitious anecdotes that I swear to my heart sounds a lot more bullshit than Mahal and Jimboy having sex.

But not this particular priest. He strengthens the idea of good as if it was tangible.

Went to Quiapo yesterday. It would have been nice only if I didn't see that much people spit on the covered walk at one given time. Within 15 minutes, I saw three people do just that at the plaza right in front of the Nazarene Church.

I hope they die. I hope they become so poor they die of starvation.

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As for the people who smoke inside public jeepneys, I hope they get lung cancer and the cancer cells travel all the way to their brains so they get brain cancer too. So that everytime the tumor or whatever should hurt hurts, they'll bang their heads against the wall because of too much pain.

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I was once in a jeepney and the guy beside me spit through the window, but because the jeepney was going so fast, I felt droplets of his spit on my face.

I hope he gets stabbed to death inside a jeepney

Coats are on sale this season. Bought a beautiful one today.

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If you were in Timezone Greenbelt last night and your eardrums were assaulted by high-level screaming, then you just experienced how my friend Giff gets excited over games. We particularly enjoyed this truck arcade ride and we had to resort to a lot of screaming in order to get through the course of the maze. We never made it past level two because we kept running over a cat.

Later, Pajammy made me try this variation of the Dance Revo where you use your hands. I’ve always thought of it as a really stupid game, but when Kylie’s Locomotion began playing, I immediately warmed up to the whole thing. So if you saw a tall guy seemingly having a seizure episode last night, then you just got a preview of me going loco.

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Our minds screw us too much.

Okay, so we were in a coffee shop and there were two Oriental-looking foreigners behind us. Then I got really paranoid and told everyone that they might have just been to China or Hongkong.

Then Giff felt like sneezing. Ryan felt like coughing. I began having chest pains.

I would like to say ‘idiots’ but I don’t want to incriminate my friends. So…

What an idiot I am.

I wore a dress today for the first time. In public.

The invite to the opening of Temple Bar said “come in Orgasmic Oriental”. I knew what oriental means; orgasmic I guess meant sticking out one’s tongue with lower-lip-licking action. But anyway, I borrowed one of Pajammy’s Topshop possessions – a dainty kimono dress in khaki. I wore it with denims and pretended not to care enough about the curious stares I got in Greenbelt. When we arrived at the bar, the guests came in their full yuppie regalia – no one bothered to follow the theme. Great.

But anyway, my friends said the outfit looked good on me anyhow. Giles even said I looked like a “nice gay”. I guess on normal days I’m just “gay”.

So there, we enjoyed the food and the music, until the kamikaze almost brought me down. I drank two full glasses in 30 minutes. I didn’t realize the effect would kick in a few minutes after you finish the drink. Red splotches appeared on my face and there was a burning sensation in my heart and stomach. That was my own version of orgasm. Good thing glasses of water and frequent trips to the bathroom brought me back to normal.

Later, I did what I supposedly do everytime I’m drunk. Talk loudly about the people near me. I kept screaming, “Extra, Extra” while Paolo B. was seated behind me. Aaack.

It wasn’t a bad night for the guy who wore a dress in public.

Realized earlier that I am now 22.5 years old. And I still haven’t changed much.

I think I have the thinking age of 16, 17 on better days. As to what difference a year makes, I don’t exactly have an idea, except that I was less naïve at 17 than I was the year before.

I was in love at sixteen, snapped out of it at seventeen.

At age 14, I learned there were actually no unicorns. It shouldn’t have represented the letter ‘U’ in the alphabet. It was very deceiving.

I was a 16 year-old senior, a 17 year-old freshman. Both years I never did much studying. Quite literally took that to heart at the present moment.

I was mellow at 16.

At my age, I am wondering if I still have metaphorical unicorn beliefs. What does the thinking age of 22 represent?

New commenting system :) Previous one made my head hurt.

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I'm carrying a three-week old fetus.

A fetus called "my-call-center-article-that-I-can-never-bring-myself-to-write-because-I'm-never-in-the-mood-and-I'm-too-damn-lazy-I-should-kill-myself".

Oh I actually have twins. Another one conceived in Singapore.

PR agents would so want to burn me on the stake right now.

Apparently, my mom has been sorting the boxes that I packed when the family moved to our new home.

Earlier she found my friends' set of high school graduation pics. No big deal except that it included the black & white photo of the love of my life which I shamelessly stole in grade school. The 10-year old pic certainly stood out from the colored ones. As usual she made no mention about the striking evidence of her son's homosexuality. I just hope she found him cute enough for me.

She also found my Christian Laettner basketball cards which I have presumed lost. I collected them in high school because I thought he was the hottest NBA player ever (way far from the explanation that I told my mother - that he's the white version of Michael Jordan).

My computer has gone awfully slower the past few days. Oh shit I hope it doesn't give up on me.

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It's so hot in this country right now that if Michael Jackson was here, his face would melt.

I wish I can go back to Boracay this summer. I'd like to get darker. Also I'd like to cut my hair real short ala David Beckham's mohawk. But it would require me alcohol and an abundance of chutzpah

Had an enjoyable time last night with Pajammy, Rosa with the Martian, and Jaemark. It was my first time to meet bloggers whom I didn’t know prior to their blogs (although technically, that would only leave Rosa and Jaemark).

So it’s true that you really can’t tell what a person is like just based on their writing. I didn’t realize Rosa could probe into a person by asking details about his life, rattling off blog facts like a lawyer probably would. And Jaemark demonstrated amazing local showbiz history knowledge by reciting Eddie Gutierrez’s children from his previous marriages.

We had dinner at Recipes by Café Metro in Greenbelt. I’m sorry but the food was horrible. The dishes tasted way differently from their restaurant at the SM Megastrip. Good thing Pam remembered about the dirty ice cream in Uva that comes in Choc-Nut flavor (every Pinoy should try it). That’s what we had for dessert and it somehow made up for dinner.

Later, after walking to and fro Ogie Alcasid’s table to see if we could name the celebrities that he was with, we decided to call it a night – after 5 hours of chismis swapping. Then Pam and I went to Starbucks to do some issue planning for work.

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Seeing Rosa and the Martian as a couple makes me want to hold hands with whomever guy is nearest me (Jaemark excluded – I’m no Assunta… or Jules hehehe). Kainggit sila.

I like it when they just suddenly look at each other for no reason. It makes my heart melt like Choc-Nut dirty ice cream.

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My April Fool’s Day joke recipient was Pam, whom I didn’t realize could be that gullible.

I was already late for our meeting when she texted me saying something about her being in love. I thought she was trying to pull off the joke on me. Replied by texting:

“Naaksidente ako. Im in makati med and doctors found out I had sars and I’ll be 5 mins late because sobrang traffic sa x-ray room.”

Apparently it made her nervous. So nervous it made her send a reply, calling me the reproductive female anatomy.

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But seriously, SARS is making me a bit nervous. I think I would definitely freak out if the news reports at least 1 SARS-related death in the country. I cannot understand how the people in Singapore or Hong Kong can still go on with their lives given the number of reported cases there. And go as far as have this:

"Atypical masks for atypical pneumonia in an a typically unique city.

March 24, 2003

War may have just broken out in Iraq, and a contagious pneumonia is on the loose, but Hong Kong people can't seem to get enough of their beloved designer labels. On Saturday, Louis Vuitton in Hong Kong released a limited edition atypical pneumonia mask, specially for the Hong Kong market, in
super-soft with a monogrammed sterling silver clasp. This luxurious and unfeasibly comfortable mask Connolly leather comes with a matching protective case to allow its users to store it away safely in their Kelly bags without contaminating their shatoosh shawls. At a retail price of HK$1,800 (approximately US$230), one would have expected these to be more of a publicity stunt than a serious retail proposition, but by Saturday lunchtime, all 88 limited edition masks had been sold.

Across town in the sprawling Gucci boutique, the company spokesperson said that they would be shortly releasing a designer mask as an addition to their summer 2003 accessories range. She declined to mention details, except to say that it would of course be in black and would incorporate the Gucci buckle. A Hong Kong tai-tai (the local equivalent of ladies-who-lunch) in the store at that time said that she was eagerly awaiting its release and had put herself down on the waiting list, adding "Everyone knows that black is the new Burberry".

Burberry, meanwhile, has not as yet brought out a mask and says that it has no immediate plans to do so, but fake Burberry masks can already be found across the border in the Chinese city of Shenzhen, where Hong Kong people and visiting tourists go for day trips to stock up on fake goods. For just
RMB10 (US$1.25), one can get a surgical mask with a Burberry check trim and some functional yet rather fetching beige elastic earloops. This correspondent bought a box of twenty, and was given a free "men's hold-all", which despite its uncanny resemblance to a toiletries bag appears to be hugely popular with the local menfolk.

All this consumerism may appear to be frivolous, especially in times such as these, but it does emphasize the breathtaking speed at which the fashion industry reacts to the latest news and trends. Mainstream and luxury goods retailers are increasingly capitalizing on current affairs in order to come up with killer fads. And where else to do this than in a city full of fashionistas: as a Hong Kong advertising executive put it, "When you have a cutting edge, never-seen-before virus, you've got to fight it with a cutting edge, never-seen-before mask. Designer masks for designer viruses".

Back at Louis Vuitton, a tai-tai who had bought two of the limited edition masks - presumably one for herself and one for her husband - wandered back into the store yesterday to say how much she loved her new mask and how jealous the other members of her lunch group were. Before speaking she of course had to unclasp the Louis Vuitton Connolly leather mask that she was wearing... and then reached down to unclasp the second Louis Vuitton Connolly leather mask that her pet poodle Benzie was wearing.

A typical masks for a typical pneumonia in an a typically unique city."

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