and so 2 weds ago, it was farting contest inside Tom’s built to last batmobile and last wed, it was comparing Ferrino’s bibingka in 2 different branches. last night it was going all the way to Mang Jimmy’s near UP and eating 3 huge dishes of tapa, porkchop and siZig and 2 gargantuan plates of rice that disapperead in 10 minutes and next week promises to be another interesting wednesday since we’d going to this place they’ve been going to in Binondo~another girlie bar…hay naku…
eversince i got wednesday thursday off, i’ve been spending my wednesday nights with 2 of my oldest friends Den and Tom. Oman (from a previous misconstrued post) and those 2 are just part of a 9 boys and 1 girl (?)-that’s me barkada…if they hear refer to us as a barkada I’ll be the laughing stock of these guys till the next century. Not a lot of people know that I am more comfortable being with guys than with girls. why? because they’re easier to deal with. i hated having girlfriends who would flock to the bathroom in throves or spend an hour or two deciding on where to eat. i abhor that kind of “practice”. Coming from an all-girls school just makes one wonder why I have this inclination. one word: abner.
Not until I started working in Etel did I meet my would be life long friends…story reserved on a future entry…going back, I have always been comfortable having male friends. maybe it’s because I grew up (no pun intended) in an all male household. Until 2nd year HS, I was the only girl in a family of 5. my mom always hated it when I’d play ball with my male cousins who used to live with us and my 2 brothers. That meant learning to play ball or else be stuck playing Barbie and lutu-lutuan all alone. So at a very young age, I’ve been playing ball—basketball and baseball with my male ensemble. My kuya Angelo-who’s now a captain in the US army stationed in Germany, my kuya Mike, my younger bro Ton-Ton and, yes, even Stupid Dog. Stupid Dog is my older brother who I know abhor for being the total embodiment of being kupal and other cousins and their friends who’d always make tambay in our house since we used to have our very own half court at home. Some of those friends were Tom, Dennis, Kel (my some kinda ex), Eric, Oman…..So my all male barkada who used to be friends of my younger bro ton are now my oldest set of friends.
The same barkada who had the guts to make me their messenger and deliverer of notes loveletters and flowers to their girl of the moment-even if it meant, when I was still in GY, not sleeping till 2pm just to make sure that I deliver all of their packages. The same barkada who brought me to live shows and KTVs—these are not your usual red box and IO ktv okei! The same barkada who I have slept with–tabi tabi in one queen size bed. 4 width challenge males (Barnie, Fred, Oman and Rusty), 1 stick size (Tom) and me all sleeping in one dusty bed. Imagine that plus the smell of fart till the wee hours of the morning. They were having a who’s fart smelled the “sweetest” contest and I was the judge-B L E C H ! ! ! and li’l o’le me was sleeping at the end of the bed so I was always being bumped off the bed. after that incident, I picked a new bed mate who always made sure na I had my own space-eric. but he snored the loudest! oh well, one can’t have her cake and eat it too.
Blues are some of the most loving, nurturing and
supportive personalities. They live from their
heart and emotions. Their purpose for being on
the planet is to give love, to teach love and
to learn that they are loved. Their priorities
are love, relationships, and spirituality.
I CANNOT SLEEP AND IT’S 5AM!!!