We all stopped counting at 25.

This recent trip to CDO last month was a two day weekend rendezvous spent for celebrating birthdays – Michelle’s and my mom’s. Michelle’s was actually the major highlight but don’t tell my mom that.

For weeks, we have been planning on this Saturday getaway in White Island, Camiguin and an overnight stay at Paras Beach resort. With our bikinis and suntan lotions in tow and shutter shades, everything was all good – except we didn’t anticipate the heavy rain that poured all over Southern Mindanao! The road to Balingoan was already blurry on the windshield and by the time we got there, no ferries were brave enough to cross the island.

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Bedtime Stories

“Listen. Bed. P*rn. Me. And nothing happened!”
“How long did you stay there?”
“My disappointment cannot tolerate another hour. We bailed after the first.”
“That’s 3 hours fully paid for – down the drain!”
“My momma told me never to cry over spilled milk.”
“What MILK?!”
10 minutes.
“What made him think of bringing you there to that place anyway?”
“His exact words – recreation.”
“Recreate the p*rn that’s on Channel 2?” Snort.
“He talked so much. He wouldn’t even stop when I told him, enough.”
“How was his conversational skills?”
“I like you. Let me explain the ways.”
“That’s Shakespeare gone bad!”
“Or YouP*rn gone bad.”
“He didn’t get you.”
“Not any of me.”
“Did you want him to?”
“Gahh… it’s a paperbag moment.”
“C’mon. The guy respected you. That’s something.”
“I want my brother to respect me, my dad,  my male cousins.  Not the boy I liked!”
“But you don’t like him!”
“Exactemente.”
“He must be the sorriest loser in this planet.”
“For all I know, he already jumped off the bridge and died.”
“I feel sorry for the river.”

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Love me, hate me but spare me your indifference.

Happy may be have been me when a month ago I was hanging out with my past life and my friends. Until this past life decided to get mad at yours truly and suddenly I’m a freaking bad girl with psycho tendencies.

Since The Past Life decided to get a girlfriend in Manila – who, by the way works at some so-so bar  in Greenbelt thinking she’s a bartender when, in fact, she’s a cashier – the girlfriend checked his Past Life and decided to murk through my photos in Friendster. Freaked out, she ordered him to make me delete one photo:

– Which made me curl my lips in disdain with a who-is-she-to-order-ME?!-Me!?-Of-all-people-to-take orders-from!-HER look.

Because of him, I took it out. I told him, “We’ll make new ones next week!”
He went, text me.
I did. I got an, Please-don’t-text-anymore-papunta-na-kami-ng-Manila reply.
Present girlfriend, is that you?
She was in CDO. In my hometown. Eating lunch at our restaurant. How dare she.

“So wala nalang kwenta your last texts?”
….
“Because you have a girlfriend now…”
….
“Hello?”
….

If she is hotter, sexier, smarter, richer – I will do the indifference part. I have the ego of a man plus the balls to show for it. For now, I’m singing UGLY GIRL.

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