The power of technology has gone to extreme bounds. I’ve gone from hopeless techno recluse, to being "1 Of Us" with just a press of the button. Globe telecom’s gentxt group has given me instant access to multiple privileges on selected establishments. Good news? Maybe. Still, it’s a frightening thought how much power you can get with a single plastic card. I’ve gone from being human to a mere serial number. It seems like an absurd notion that the latest way to make a person feel left out is by being a subscriber of the other phoneline which has a less catchy name for its group – Girl Txt. What, no boy txt? Where’s the fun in that?

Are you one of us? Or more appropriately, are you ready to be one of us?

Lookout world, I’ve got a card.

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I saw a girl rollerblading this afternoon, and that reminded me how I never learned to skate myself. I was really too scared to bruise or scrape my knee if I got into an accident during the time I was trying to learn the sport – at ten, I was already vain enough to fear getting scars on my legs.

Anyway, I can still remember when my dad asked me I’d like to have a new pair of rollerblades. I told him no, and that I wanted a typewriter instead. So he got me a secondhand typewriter, which I used to type my first thoughts and my earlier voice – some of which got printed in Inquirer Jr. when I was 12. And now, I’m actually a certified writer.

Beats risking those scars anytime. I guess I made the right choice

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I’m suffering from yellow fever lately.

Aside from the yellow pumps (that I wear even in this crazy weather), I’ve got my eyes set on these yellow bags from Astrud Crisologo. Lovely woman. Even lovelier bags.

Sigh.

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Earlier this year, I got invited to socialite, Tim Yap’s ‘birthday’ party held in Greenbelt’s McDonalds. HE was there wearing a mutated version of the Ronald Mcdonald costume – cream trench coat and pants, striped shirt, punk hairdo, yellow chef sandals, and a stuffed bunny perched on his right shoulder (no kidding). A kid from the other room took one look at him, then ran to his mom crying, "Mommy! Mommy! What happened to Ronald?!"

Awww. Poor kid. Scarred for life.

Ronald & Ronald

I should really start updating now.

Actually, the reason for the delayed posting is because I can’t seem to find a story that could top the gay lunatic post. I start typing something, and then I’d just end up deleting it because I thought it was too serious and no one would probably want to read it anyway. And then I got a much-needed bump on the head and remembered blogs are supposed to serve it’s owner’s purging first before his readers’ amusement. I started my blog because I wanted an outlet for all the voices in my head, and whether the loudest voice is shouting about Donita’s breastfeeding choice or the fact that I got myself sunny yellow pumps (which I did, and definitely loving now), then I think I should post it. If no one finds it interesting, well so what, it amuses me, and I think that’s what really counts.

So hopefully, here’s to more blogging days – whether nonsense or relevant.

Cheers everyone.

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Went out with ex_groupie to watch her god of spoken words perform at ‘70s last week, and he commented, "pang-high society ka talaga" after I told him that I just came from Cosmopolitan’s Sex In the City bash. Really, I don’t think there was anything high society in me at all (except maybe, the yellow pumps). But I do admit that I get to rub elbows with a lot of high-profile individuals from time to time.

LIke once, I was at an event and was strolling with some officemates and model/ actor Edward Mendez when he suddenly got hungry so we scoured the whole place for pica-picas. We got to the Oishi booth and asked the person in charge if he could give us some free chips. HE said he can’t yet since he was still setting-up and the man in charge of the gieaways wasn’t there yet.

So I looked at Eddie and the guy and tried to decipher whether he recognized my friend or not so he could give-in and give us free chips. HE wouldn’t budge. So we just went away and giggling, told Eddie…

"I can’t believe you didn’t tell him you’re the guy on their streamers"

"Well there’s really nothing in the contract that says I get free chips"

"Dude, you’re their model, you’re promoting their product, you’re entitled to at least a free taste"

So Eddie thought for a while, stopped in his tracks and said, "Hey yeah. They owe me at least a bag"

So we went back to the booth, Eddie posed beside a big picture of himself smiling and told the guy, "Hey dude, this is me. Now can I have some chips?"

If only I had a cam for moments like this. The guy’s face was priceless.

HE still didn’t give us the chips.

Just had an absurdly comical verbal clash with a narcissistic gay, and I can’t help but laugh everytime I remember the surreal incident.

I was on my way to the office inside an FX cab (it’s a vehicle bigger than an ordinary cab that can carry 10 people – two seats beside the driver, four seats in the middle, and four seats facing each other at the back) and I was comfortably sitting in the middle near the right door when a guy in a uniform opened it and said to me, "Would you mind transferring at the back? I’m not very comfortable there since the sun is pouring directly from the windows."

Not really expecting what he just said, I answered, "What? Yeah I mind, I’m okay where I’m seated now."

"But I just came from the derma and the doctor said I have sensitive skin so I shouldn’t expose myself too much from the sun"

"So? That’s not my problem really, I suffer motion sickness (this is true) and should be facing the road upfront and not sideways, or else I’d be puking all the way to city hall"

BY this time the other passengers were getting impatient because we were holding the trip, so the driver told the gay boy (I know he’s gay because of the way he talked. Plus, he was carrying a shoulder bag), "Hey, if you’re planning to get a ride, you better stay at the back."

Mumbling, although he couldn’t really pass the ride since it was rush hour, gay boy decided to stick it out and went in the back. He was now seated directly behind me. I think he was really irked I didn’t give-up my seat and I found his shoulder bag uncomfortably nudging my head. So I looked at him and hoped that I just gave him "the eye", then turned my back again. I wasn’t really in the mood to be nasty.

That’s when I distinctly heard him mutter, "bitch".

What the…!!!!

When I looked back at him, he was unmistakably rolling his eyes, I can’t believe someone was actually acting like that so I said, "What are you, twelve?!"

HE then retorted with a haughty, "Whatever"

Now that’s when I knew he crossed the line and invaded my (very small) space inside the cab. So I got ready for a possible assault and said (loud enough for everyone to hear), "Queen".

After a very audible gasp from him he looked at my hair and said, "Makalbo ka sana!" ("I hope you go bald!"). And then… everbody just laughed, including me. So I looked at him and fired back, "Inggit ka lang (you’re just jealous)."

And to make things more interesting, the clouds parted and exposed a rather angry sun. I took this chance, looked at him indifferently and said,

"Oh look, it’s you’re bestfriend, the sun. I hope you melt. Wax."

Everyone was definitely laughing by now, and I think he couldn’t really bare the embarrassment (although I myself was blushing as well), so he asked the driver to stop and got off the vehicle. When he was preparing to slam the door shut, the driver then turned to him and yelled, "Hoy! Hindi ka pa nagbabayad!" (you haven’t paid your fare yet!).

The things that happen to nasty people.

You think I was nasty too?