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Wednesday, September 29, 2004,19:32

We have exactly 31 days ‘til Halloween, and our section has already started preparing for our scare issue. Being one of those who seem to be brave enough to face the ‘others’, I was chosen by my editor to cover the four psychic warriors in Studio 23’s fast rising horror reality show, Nginiig (Shiver).

Interviewing the psychics will be a breeze (especially since one of them is a total hottie), but it’s the quest that’s giving me the creeps.

Yup, we’re joining one crazy ghost hunt and I got to admit I’m both excited and apprehensive about the assignment. We’ll be going to an alleged haunted house somewhere in Antipolo, and the owners there are asking help since the ghosts are capable of hurting people. I’m going with my new officemate, Carlos, who incidentally has an opened third eye. It’s really not that open, but he sure can see ghosts once in a while.

Which brings me to his recent story, which got me running everytime I had to go down the stairs. You see our office is located in the 2nd and a half floor of the building (the mezzanine) and we’re pretty much a recluse from the rest of the writer’s pool. If we want to go to the lady’s room we have to go down one flight of stairs and pass by the staircase going up the gym.

The gym looks pretty normal in the daytime, but once nighttime falls, poof, it’s literally the black hole up there – and you get the feeling the darkness is sucking the light from our floor. Also, and I know it’s cliché, but you could actually feel someone watching you from all that black. One time, Carlos went up the gym and he saw a priest with his back turned, standing on the stage. The creepy thing is that he looks like a priest from the Spanish times. Anyway, that’s not really the creepiest story yet.

Aside from the constant man that Carlos sees sitting in the darkness, he recently experienced a truly hair-raising ordeal that’s making him think twice about joining this Friday’s quest.

He was about to pass the gym stairs when he saw this ‘figure’ slowly going down the stairs. You know those stickmen we often draw when we’re asked to make human figures? That was literally what Carlos saw, a stickman – all black, 7ft tall, going down the stairs. My officemate just froze in his tracks at the sight of the figure, and suddenly, it turned to look at him. The funny thing though was that it also stopped it’s descent, and then began running back up.

What was it? No idea. But sure as hell scared me as well.

Also one time, some friends who have third eyes once visited our room and one of them claimed our floor contains a portal to the next world. In fact, when one of them was looking at me, he kept on glancing at me and looking as though I was covered in some kind of divider since he was stretching his head just to talk to me. After a minute, he suddenly blurted out, "Oh, so that’s how you look like". So when I asked him what he meant, he said something was blocking me that’s why he couldn’t see me properly. When I asked what it was, all he said was that there was a blinding light covering my whole physique. I paled, but he told me not to worry because that really happens some time. He also said not to get scared with the ghosts (who often make their presence felt by running to and from the hall, but when we go out to get a look, no one’s there), since most of them are harmless.

But harmless or not, I’m not really that crazy to see one.

Oh well, wish me luck this Friday!

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Sunday, September 26, 2004,19:10

I woke-up today feeling unusually organized, as though everything in my life is in complete order.

That lasted for about five minutes before i realized my life is really a mess -- well not really my life (okay, a part of it), but more of my stuffs actually.  Not that I'm complaining, but i think somewhere inside me, i know i love how i seem to live in the spirit of spontaneity. I don't usually look that far ahead of the future (although i should probably start now), but living today makes me appreciate the wonders the present brings so i really just take it one day at a time.

As for my stuffs, I'm a pretty sentimental person, so i end up not throwing even the smallest of candy wrappers since i believe even that has a story to tell about who i really am as a person. But this morning, the only thing those candy wrappers said about me is that I'm beginning to be a slob. So i cleared  my drawers, my cabinet and other knick-knacks to throw away stuffs i won't be needing anymore. After about three hours of going through things, I came to the conclusion that I actually enjoyed the clutter. It was nostalgic going through all the things i"ve collected for years. I ended-up keeping a lot of meaningful garbage -- like the box of the belgian chocolates N gave me when he began courting, old love letters, souvenirs from coverages (concert tickets, press ids, pens), a coaster N bought me when we went out for coffee (I asked him what for and all he said was "just because"), old pictures and quite a few accessories. I also found quite a number of bags which i haven't seen for like months (i have as much bags as I have shoes), and the earrings that i was finally able to find amounted to two full toolboxes. SO now I have a much organized cabinet (although i doubt the stuffs were actually lessened) and now i have more earrings to consider for my clothes. BUt maybe it wasn't the organized cabinet i was after. But the experience of going through all those memories again.  

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Friday, September 24, 2004,05:32

Things to know about me now:

1. I love shoes

2. I just got my BPI credit card to buy more of those shoes

3. I've been dating N for exactly 1 year & 11 months now

4. I try to wake-up at 10am everyday to watch Disney's Hercules

5. I have soup for breakfast

6. I adore kids

7. I love my job

8. I love N more

9. My dad just gave me a new phone

10. Do you know that the normal moisture level for your face should at least be 33? Mine is only 20.

11. But I don't have zits or wrinkles. So far

12. I don't like the show Starting Over

13. I need to do something different -- I'm choosing between getting a tattoo or changing my hair color. yet again.

14. I like my hair

15. I really wish i could change how my blog looks like

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Will someone teach me? 

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Sunday, September 19, 2004,16:51

My job simply takes me everywhere, and makes me do stuffs I never would have even dreamt of doing.

 

Last Friday, I had a fashion shoot with the Philippines’ beefy singing group – the Masculados. And as their name tells it, they were definitely all muscles.

 

We had to do a makeover with them and make them look like corporate CEOs, business tycoons… you know, the yuppie type. We had to tell them that they had to literally take-off their muscle shirts and don on a suit and tie. Easy, right?

 

Uhuh. That is, unless you’re assigned to be their stylist.

 

So along with our very gay columnist Amiel, as well as two of my officemates and editor, we had to stay with them in the small changing room to make sure they don’t mess with their hairdo as well as avoid getting their make-up smudged all-over the borrowed garments.

 

I swear, I planned to go out when they start taking off their clothes, but the moment they did – Oh god, I knew I couldn’t. They were built like rocks – and I’m just talking about the shoulders here. I thought anytime now, Amiel would breakdown in tears – because of happiness. I suddenly had a strong craving for meat.

 

They were clad only in black skimpy trunks – all 8, 6ft tall, chest heaving, bronze skin, muscle-rippling them.

 

Oh sorry, that was MY chest heaving.

 

I’ve never seen so many testosterone in all my life! Sure they’re cheesy and their songs totally tacky, they probably don’t even have any real entertainment talent (and believe me, I've seen better-looking entertainers, although with those body, they can hold their own ), but that time, I just found them fascinating.

 

My hands were actually shaking when I was trying to decide whether to keep their shirts buttoned or not (I decided to show a bit of chest hairs), and I couldn’t look them straight in the eye, specially not when you’re all cramped in a very small space with no room for proper dressing distance.

 

Oh well, it took us a couple of hours swigging down cans of very cold diet soda to keep our temperature down.

 

***

 

I covered the Rockista concert last night to interview two personalities who influenced the course of Pinoy rock music during the late 90s – Ely Buendia and Bamboo.

 

At the entrance, we noticed kids surrendering their belts, pens, pointy combs, dog chains, bracelets, necklaces and anything which might spark a sudden riot inside the ULTRA football field. We had to pass by five checkpoints – made me feel like I was going inside a maximum security prison than a rock concert. They let me in with my trusted pen, thanks to a little card with the word ‘PRESS’ embossed on it.

 

We had to wait for them for five very long hours at the backstage, before I was finally able to interview Ely. But it was fun watching some of the top bands in the country – The Youth, Imago, Sandwich, 6 Cycle Mind, Grin Department, Greyhoundz, Kamikaze, Cheeze, Slapshock, Moonstar 88, Siakol, and Sugar Free while waiting.

 

It was definitely more enjoyable watching the crowd – most of them dressed in black and emitting a surly demeanor the whole time. They were still obviously having the time of their life, jumping to the music, looking like fleas. They had a gas carrying people around and trying to push their limit by throwing them at the burly Bouncers – and raising their hands in triumph as they get escorted back like prisoners, with the Bouncer’s big hand around their neck outside the restricted area. The crowd, of course cheering them on, and I don’t think any of them were actually worried that actual human rights are being violated at the moment.

 

But hey, that’s how rock concerts are so who was I to spoil the fun?

 

Bamboo had to leave after his session, which of course meant no interview for me, so I sucked my pride and asked his manager if I could get a ride with him to his next gig and just interview him while on the road.

 

I don’t know if it was my irresistible charm, or I’m simply makapal ang mukha, but his manager agreed, with me and Carlos (my officemate), the only ones allowed to tail the singer.

 

So we got a ride from Ortigas to Makati, and Bamboo was very nice. And cute! Although there was something disturbing about his eyes.

I was very tired after the interview, so I went straight home.

 

I slept with Bamboo singing Noypi in the background…

 

***

 

The Masculados

 

Sigh. And 'MY' Bamboo

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Wednesday, September 15, 2004,17:39

This is a story of a girl. Well, two girls actually…

My fascination with the female form ended the moment I returned from my trip to Bora. Needless to say, I was 100% all girly again faster than I could say, "menstrual cramps". And really, the farthest that I got from getting into some woman action was when I danced seductively with a female friend to grab the attention of a bisexual friend. Well it didn’t work so I was back to plain, old testosterone loving after that.

Anyway, I don’t know what is it about me and FX cab scenes, but last night, when I went home, I happened to come-upon a pair of lesbian lovers. I knew they were lovers because they were too lovey-dovey for comfort. At first, I thought they were a heterosexual couple, until I noticed that the ‘guy’ had boobs. And when he spoke, it was like he was trying to be a baritone when in fact, he’s a soprano. But really, she could have fooled me – shaved head, well-built and an almost perfect male hygiene.

The couple came in long after I was able to ride the fx. IT was the ‘girl’ who sat beside me, and if I describe her in macho terms, boy, I’d say she was a babe – long hair, trim body, pretty face. How they got together? Well what can I say, love works in mysterious ways.

A few blocks from where I was to alight, I noticed the ‘girl’ suddenly grazing my foot. I thought it was accidental, until she also grazed my legs. Now I was wearing my micro-mini that day (my hands placed on top of each other was longer than my skirt), so I perfectly felt her hands discreetly slide from my upper thigh down to my calves. I THINK she was pretending to pick-up something while her ‘boyfriend’ was looking out the window. But when I looked at her, she had this little smile playing on her lips and gave me a rather coy wink.

So what was I to do? Sure she may look hot, but really, I’m not one to reciprocate a sneak come-on, specially not from a fellow dame. Girls are soft and probably delightful if I may say so when it comes to intimacy, but come on, I don’t want boobs to get in the way! Now I have nothing against lesbians, but I think everyone should be try to keep their hands to themselves unless they’re sure that the other party wouldn’t mind.

Did I mind? Oh yes I did! I mean, it bothers me to think that maybe she also thought I was attracted to girls. I WAS wearing minis and 3-inch heels! Anyway, maybe I found the whole incident flattering.

But the truth is, I found it more surreal. Specially when I came down and she whispered, "Bye, bye softie…"

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Tuesday, September 14, 2004,11:30

It's a sad, sad fact how you experience real life danger in places where you least expect it to happen. Our house was intruded by some psycho pretending he's a fish vendor. I was upstairs taking a nap and the only other person inthe house was our maid. The neighbor's dogs began barking when our maid heard someone knock on the screen. When she went to the living room to see who it was, she was surprised to see the man was already inside our house. He then told her to call her amo (her boss) and say he's selling dried fish. He also said our household has been buying from him for a long time already.

Our maid, still shocked, didn't lose her cool and said no one was with her at home (thinking he might suddenly decide to go upstairs and do me trouble) but that the boss just went out and would be back soon. She then asked him to wait outside. BUt the guy,who's now suspiciously looking around checking  our entertainment system and knick-knacks, simply noded and said, "ah ganon ba?" (is that so?).

Our maid was literally shaking by now, but turned her back to grab the flammable spray I kept inside a cabinet, now it took her only a few seconds to do this and when she turned back again, the man was already nehind her. He then asked if he could have a glass of water, and he was literally staring at her with cold eyes (according to our maid). That's when she saw our neighbor, Francis coming up our driveway, so she suddenly shouted, "Kuya!". THe man looked back and seeing Francis, hastily said, "Sige miss, huwag na, salamat." THen hurriedly left.

Kuya Francis, thinking we know the guy, went inside our house and asked our maid what's the matter. She then shakily shouted, "ateeee!" (which means big sister, referring to me). When Kuya Francis found out what happened, he then ran outside, shouting "magnanakaw! magnanakaw!" (thief). BUt the culprit was gone and there wasnt anything we could do anymore.

We reported the incident to a nearby police station and it turned out three other households reported the same thing, but with different descriptions, one of which, was a girl.

I know you'd all think we were pretty reckless since the guy was able to enter our house quite easily. But then I guess it would still be pretty difficult to enter our property since we have a gate and you have to pass through two dogs before you could reach our door. This was really the first time this thing happened to us, so i guess fate was just acting pretty freaky. At least no we know better.

Scared, still.

      

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Sunday, September 12, 2004,17:57

Since I can't seem to find my muse yet, I'm posting an old email sent by haze like, I dunno, years ago? Although it was probably like last year only. Anyway, this story was really funny, so I'm sharing it.

Truly, guys and girls could very well be different species...

***

Remember the book "Men are from Mars, Women are from
Venus"?

Well, here's a prime example offered by an English
professor at an American University.

"Today we will experiment with a new form of
composition called the tandem story. The process is
simple. Each person will pair off with the person
sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will
then write the first paragraph of a short story. The
partner will read the first paragraph and then add
another paragraph to the story. The first person will
then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth.
Remember to reread what has been written each time in
order to keep the story coherent. There is to be
absolutely NO talking and anything you wish to say
must be written on the paper. The story is over when
both agree a conclusion has been reached."

The following was actually turned in by two of my
English students:

Rebecca -last name deleted, and Gary - last name
deleted.

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STORY:

(first paragraph by Rebecca)

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she
wanted. The camomile, which used to be her favorite
for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much
of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he
liked camomile. But she felt she must now, at all
costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was
suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her
asthma started acting up again. So camomile was out of
the question.

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(second paragraph by Gary)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the
attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more
important things to think about than the neuroses of
an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom
he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S.
Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his
transgalactic communicator "Polar orbit established.
No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could
sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of
nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo
bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out
of his seat and across the cockpit.

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(Rebecca)

He bumped his head and died almost immediately but not
before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically
brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings
for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless
hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4.
"Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and
Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one
morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored
her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth,
when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree,
with no newspapers to read, no television to distract
her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the
beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's
innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.

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(Gary)

Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds
to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the
Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its
lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy
peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace
Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth
a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who
were determined to destroy the human race. Within two
hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian
ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough
firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one
to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical
plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the
atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret
Mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off
the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive
explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85
million other Americans. The President slammed his
fist on the conferencetable. "We can't allow this! I'm
going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the
sky!"

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(Rebecca)

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of
literature. My writing partner is a violent,
chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

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(Gary)

Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic
whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent
of Valium. "Oh shall I have camomile tea? Or shall I
have some other sort of F***ING TEA??? Oh no, I'm an
air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele
novels."

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(Rebecca)

Asshole.

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(Gary)

Bitch.

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(Rebecca)

Wanker.

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(Gary)

Slut.

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(Rebecca)

Get f****d.

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(Gary)

Eat s**t.

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(Rebecca)

F*** YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!

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(Gary)

Go drink some tea - whore.

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(Teacher)

A+ - I really liked this one.














































































































































































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Tuesday, September 07, 2004,19:14

Burn, burned, burnt.

Need to find the flame again.

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