The Saturday night. The diva was sick. Migraine. High blood. Eye strain. At home retched just in time to deposit it at the sink while O gasped. Slept like a baby. Would have gone out with Cupid, the sofa, the thai herbs, the Gonuts, the Eric Benet sponsor when he texted he was in Cagayan de Oro. I texted back, “Going to FU without me will not be the same,” then went back to sleep on 12 degrees AC and Freestyle crooning “Half-Crazy.”

It’s about calling Jay and telling him you miss him and reliving all the fun that you’ve had when you were last back home. “Oh my god, I cannot believe that we’ve been there for 3 nights in a row.” And then letting him know that Chito’s wedding will be in December and that’s one likely event that everybody will get to see everyone again. You reminded him that Hector’s going to be the Best Man and Jay was shocked because he hasn’t had any idea and why you, of all people would know first when he has been in CDO for years. The laugh you gave woke up the next door neighbor’s baby who started squalling at their window. You apologized to no one in particular and started ratting the possible outfits that you are going to come up at that time. The phone call lasted an hour after you realized your earlobes are unusually warm and that Globe is racking up money from your phone bill so you made Jay aware how costly your filial relationship with him is and he hastily closed the conversation and told you that he will call you soon. There was a 10 minute range of goodbyes and I love yous before the call went dead. You stare into space and realized that you could have talked more when you were in CDO because you had unlimited calls from the land line and wonder why you never thought of calling Jay using the domestic line instead of the mobile phone cause it could have saved you more. The bewilderment also of the advent of mobile phones made you think twice of ever commending it because it took away the comfort of just leaning into the cradle of the handset and tucking your feet under your gams on your Lazyboy while gabbing away for hours without thinking of the 5 bucks per minute charge. Its also the same as when you mentioned to a guy who has been flirting with you lately that you like Eric Benet and John Legend so much he impulsively claimed that tomorrow he will give you a CD of their records and then you realize how tasking it must be to copy the songs to a PC, convert it into mp4s and transfer it to your mp3 player when in fact before you use to carry this bulky package that contains a Sony CD Player and loads of CDs jackets in it but anyway, you said thank you and said you’d love that CD yet in your head you are already thinking its just gonna collect dust in your room. Sigh. Double sigh because the data cable of your mp3 player is somewhat faulty. John Legend and Eric Benet will just have to croon in your DVD player. In your room. At night.

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 Women have been known to reject men. It has forever been an unspoken fact. [sad] They turn down invitations from guys they knew who can’t afford to buy them coffee. They’d turn their backs on guys who drive cars that are close to being impounded. They shun invitations from men whose biceps have seen better days. They say no to men just because they have to. Yes, we can be mean. We are empowered to be.

Sadly, I’ve heard majority of these men are known to be women-haters, sad, bitter people and gasp, suicidal after being rejected.

The percussive rejection? No, because I am not into you.
Ouch. Let’s take a salacious look at the blow. Chest heavy. Mind boggling. Eyes shiny. I wouldn’t know. I’m not a man.
So I had to find out from Chi-Jesus.

Him: I just wanted you to know that even if something happened between us, nothing has changed. I still like you like I told you I do.
Me: I know. I’m just sad that that’s all it will ever be. You know that I like you too. I can tell what you wanted right from the start but I let you because I like you and normally if I like someone I never play.
Him: You’re the serious type.
Me: (nods) How come you don’t have a girlfriend?
Him: Good question. I don’t know either. Maybe I lost my mojo.
Me: Attraction is shallow. Or maybe you just have a short attention span.
Him: Maybe.
Me: I really like you.
Him: So do you want a relationship?
Me: If it’s a problem, err, I wouldn’t want to impose.

…………

Hold your breath. Keep it up for the next five minutes.
This is THE answer.

Him: To be honest, I’m not really ready to be in a commitment right now. It’s not about you. I have nothing against you. You are kind, sweet and beautiful. I just don’t know why I’m like this.

…………

The beautiful got me there.

Me: Hey, don’t worry about that. I appreciate your honesty. Muah.
Him: Are you sure its okay? I thought you were mad.
Me: I’m not. Just disappointed. But does that mean we can no longer see each other?
Him: Of course I’ll still see you. I can’t even wait till your next vacation back home this Dec.
Me: Great. We can always do non-committal.
Him: Non-commital. I love that.

Ah. I got it all figured out. For now. Men + commitment = disaster. Men + noncommittal relationship = everything. Another pseudoist. Clap. Clap. The rejection hurts. I feel like I just gained weight and I’m trying on a size six dress. My friends were like, “Ang yabang! Feeling gwapo!” No, he’s not. He was just being honest. He could be ready to commit but its just not with me. If only girls at the same time could just be that clear and honest to men, then they can prolly save lives by now. Smarting from that rejection only took a day because it was short and honest. He set expectations that a relationship was not going to happen. I was able to move on right away. Well, after a few days I guess I will be.

There will be no bitter, “It’s his loss” angry chant because I was the one who wanted him and he doesn’t feel the same way.
It’s therefore, MY LOSS.
Boohoo.

Its time we fold our egos and send it to the dust bin because it doesn’t do much good. Wallow and gloriously claim, “Basted ko bai!”

Indecent Proposing

Another round of indecent proposals which tones spoke volumes, which heavily emphasizes on the obvious but falls short on the desired results.

I wanted to go out with you.
What do you have in mind?
Coffee? Tea? Tease?

Oi, where ken cupid find you today?
Indulging my sweet tooth. Where are you? And Cupid who?
At the sofa. Looking for ideas.. With long term effects. Your intrusion most welcome.
Scoot over then.
The sofa has room for one hottie who is in need of a backrub while her soles are marinating in a tub of warm water with thai herbs.
Don’t pull that one off. I’m a sucker for that. I’ll pretend you didn’t say that.
I’ll pretend you didn’t say sucker. You’re giving me a tummy ache.
Can a woman text without insinuating anything? But glad of the results, though.
I’ll give you directions.

Hey hottie.
Hey, you’re hot yourself.
Wanna do something about that?

This place sucks but your looks make it all worthwhile. I gotta see ‘em moves, though. Private party?

Thru SMS: When I’m feeling blue, all I have to do, is make love with someone new.

(… to be concluded.. sometime)

this road is promising. if in a pseudo situation, there is no end, as if in a picture.

[pic of road going to tagolaon, misamis oriental]

In every occasion that something new happens to penetrate our city of Golden Friendship, Kagay-anons are on a field day. If that ‘something new’ has never been experienced by a native-born Kagay-anon in his city, he will: first, grew excited, and second, consume himself with it to the point of exaggerated overwhelm until he cannot take it anymore. For instance, when Site reopened, party animals flocked to its opening. When Max opened its doors to the public, people suddenly found themselves picking up fights just to get a table even if there was a waiting lobby inside the restaurant. Ditto for Pizza Hut as waiters had to restrain themselves from reprimanding impatient diners. This year, two happening bars opened: FU and Eleven 50. Both possess the entireties of a bar any habitué is likely to be attracted to. They play chillout, house, progressive and lounge music. They have the perennial strobe lights and blue dimmers. They serve drinks with over the top prices which I’m sure a regular college student will have a hard time compensating next week’s allowance with it (but I had to attest FU is cheaper). They also house the city’s finest breed – only the elite, the socialites and the bar habitués. No ghetto people, no siree.

I came, I saw, I was thrilled. FU reminds me of the VIP lounge of Vudu with their glass walls and white interior and so does Eleven 50. Their music was reminiscent of the main room, of the Loft, of Cielo. I could party here. Every weekend – Every weekday – With my real friends – in my city – and not pay for partying. I was tempted to write my resignation letter, pack all my bags and all. After all, Cagayan de Oro was a smaller version of Cebu and nothing seems to be any different anymore so why part with her? (so I came to Cebu to party or to work, you get to decide ahaha).

But. See, there is always a clincher – there should be a new word for BUT. I had to have the owners of these bars to be accountable for piquing the interest of the Kagayanons interest for a long time.

Kagay-anons are the most ungrateful lot.

Give them a new restaurant and when the sentiment of new utensils and the novelty of the latest fusion dish is going to wear off, they are going to leave you feeling sorry you invested so much on this business when after two years nobody is considering going to anymore. Not everyone is Patrick Sy Lee, who, after how many years of investing into the F&B business after giving CDO The Site and East Wok, has managed to bring more people to Limketkai Center even after how many people had seen and had came to it.

And here’s the most hateful thing. I cannot drink and make a fool of myself in public and get away with it. The What A Small World phrase places a heavy emphasis on the city and the one who invented that phrase must have been thinking of Cagayan de Oro at that time. Unlike Cebu where you cannot just ukay and harvat because these men happens to be either friends of your exes or sons of your mom’s bestfriends ahahaah what a trip. In Cagayan de Oro, everybody knows your fucking shit it’s the worse. And you always run into some guy that you’ve hooked up with before it seems like you cannot get away from them.

So I’m not packing any bag yet. Hector Osin might strangle me for that hahah however Cagayan de Oro has to do better than open up these bars. A fatter paycheck, perhaps. Lol. Hit hotness said that I shouldn’t have gone back to Cebu because he is sick of the women in CDO. More reason to be in Cebu so he won’t feel that way. Comprende.

      One of my girlfriends came to the house last Sunday and claimed that she broke up with her boyfriend who happens to be a cousin of mine. Nondisclosure is appropriate. She was sorry she did it and now she wants to take it back. Because she’s miserable, I had to take her out of the house or else the entire neighborhood would be flooding with her tears. We started with drinks at The Loft to meet with Joanne and Aina then headed to Bed at Mango Hotel  where Joan has some basketball player friends for us to meet. Hmm. I seem to be with players lately. 
      That waitress in Bed is one huge cow!
      She bitched that we took forever to finish our drinks and we are holding her up. The rate that she’s at, I’m not expecting any hot guy waiting for her to get off from work. The hotel closes at 12 and since our drinks weren’t done she started talking to her co-waiter in a voice that suggested she was talking to a party of 10.
      “i don’t understand what’s taking them so long to drink, these men are huge they can drink the entire thing in minutes!”… “i swear, they absolutely have no consideration at all!”… “don’t they realize we’re not getting paid for staying overtime just to wait for them to be done?”…. “oooh, i’m sooo ready to go homee!”
     We finished our drinks. One red horse bottle lay spilled on the table. We gave her 50% more than the bill and told her this is for her time overstaying. She finally shut up. By the way, her name is Beverly.
      We went to Pump to get some dancing action and isolated ourselves at the VIP lounge. I hooked up with this Chinese guy, who, yes, plays basketball. The guy was the same age as I am yet is still Nursing school. I can almost hear my friends chanting, “Charity case! Charity case!”
     I got to meet the famous Ronnie M. who is known for his tattoos from Maanyag Shop in Ayala. My tattoo was done by my friend Alboom who charges less than Ronnie, however, I told him I’d still go to Alboom even if I’d known him earlier because he makes people pay 2,000 the minimum. Maybe he’ll consider doing yours for less. He did my ex-boyfriend John Hall’s. Hahha.
      The Havaianas Make-Your-Own-Havaianas flip-flopped.
      Literally. Pun intended.

     One, they only gave out the basic colors. Two shades of green, one shade of red. :(
     Two, there were no wedges.
     Three, the only buttons they have for dressing it up are Philippine flags in green plate and the silver buttons. No crystals, nothing to embellish on. Boring, disappointing. Sayang. I wanted to come up with a very unique pair of purple and gold. Tsk tsk.

      Just something from this week. At Don Hen’s for lunch lang.

The Loft, 2nd Floor Skyrise Bldg
IT Park, Cebu

check out the waitress. outfit: dress shirt, black belt
tights and ballet flats. if her back was turned, i’d mistake her
as a costumer… until i saw three others carrying trays.

happy

my bestie Beejing