shading an elipses

I am not sure if I will be able to practice my right to vote. The thing is I have registered myself to be responsible enough to choose the next leader. However my ID has not been released since 2006, and I lost my claim stub. What am I to do now?.

Funny how art imitates life, Cos it seems like the political arena seems like an episode of Southpark (figure it out).

Just a thought.

So we hope for the next leaders to be kind enough, but are we waiting in vain and ask where have all the good leaders gone?

I am personally losing faith amidst the evils of politics.

a pill to forget you

I'm trying to avoid someone and a certain feeling right now. And in pure unadulterated circumstances or an unfortunate series of mishaps our ways have collided in more ways than one (we're office mates, duh!) As big as the office might be we never seem to run out of episodes in the hallways or at the smoking lounge. I know they seem unintentional but we gotta stop meeting like this.

Its funny that medicine has found a cure for almost..., ALMOST everything and science has invented anti-viral creams and antibiotic tablets/capsules/caplets what have you that seem to combat the ill corporal manifestations of these microorganisms. Well I do have a question how long will it for them to manufacture a pill to forget someone and move on? Or am I waiting in vain.

I was in Bantayan over the weekend. Soaking in the sun, having the best time, chilling by the beach and swimming of course, trying to forget him as i left the main land in my sojourn. But when the sun had already set, i was in my downtime the feelings all caught up.

And i was lost and confused... again.

the thing is the person I'm trying to forget sent me a message. weird. and who was i to deny a reply?

and here comes my perverted version of an ugly step sister coming into the scene trying to cause a fracas. When will she ever figure out the fact that I MAY BE FAT BUT I'M NOT AS UGLY AS HE IS... that's already inside and out.

an imaginary world and a porsche

how do u save you self from a would be relationship?

weird huh? when u feel like all the stars are in line, the stage is set and that you are already in your full metal regalia, then suddenly the other half vanishes into thin air and all your plans all turn into nothing but well... plans with no action taken.

and then suddenly it stings, more potent that of a bee's. all the paranoia, the "what if's" and all the "what should i do's"? crashed down on you as if it were a giant Christmas tree losing its balance while your underneath it grinning naughtily as you open gifts on boxing day.

have we failed to see the warning signs? perhaps there was but we were just too busy minding our own little make believe world where its just you and that person, nothing else and that your love can withstand anything (traffic and power blackouts included). the next thing we know the sting already formed a wheal with a burning sensation, warm to the touch and that much unsightly.

can we ever find our way out of this mindset,? is there no traffic police to get us out and tow our yet imaginary Porsche out from trouble?, and even worse no mighty mouse to save the day? or better yet a map to find one's own happiness.

-- a post valentines day entry. thankfully its not about myself.... err.. well 1/3 of it is.

a pageant for alternatives, ALL HAIL... BOW DOWN

Last night i watched in awe as 21 beautiful flipinos/filipinas paraded and sashayed to the rhythm that made their hips sway with much gusto.

It was a first.

On this island that has taken pride in coining itself the QUEEN city of the south, it is the perfect set up to search for its QUEEN.

It was a night where all Queens of their own rights dressed up to the nines to lend support to our sisters and trooped to the event. Well it was a bevvy, no wait a sea, oh no wait since the event was held at the Pacific Grand ballroom of the Waterfront Hotel lets say that a sea is a bit too small for a sea lets make it an ocean of soul sisters in all shapes and sizes and all forms imaginable for it was a night for the ladies who are gentlemen and gentlemen who are ladies as its theme suggests.

Everyone was on high spirits and when the lights went down and the music was on queue. The shrieks and the cheers grew louder and louder as one by one the delegates paraded on stage with their take on the national costumes of the nations they represent.

The night ended well and a lovely delegate was proclaimed the Queen of Cebu, Kudos to the Organizers, to Jude Bacalso who looked chic in her Cary Santiago Terno and to Vince Escario as well, they were just fabulous in hosting the show from start to finish. I'm looking forward to next years' Pageant.

(thanks to the queen of cebu facebook account for the photo)

a letdown

Yesterday I had the most mortifying feeling at work. No it was not a case of verbal vomit nor that my mouth had lead me to uncompromising situations that often lead me to a deadlock. It was that funny yet eerie feeling that you would like to run into a secluded place. Hide. And hopefully get out once everything had passed and hoped for the best that it was deleted in everybody's memories.

My deodorant had let me down.

I wanted to die then and there. I didn't have the capacity to raise my arms as confidently as I used to have. Good thing, Hopefully nobody noticed.

haay!

luck, luckier, luckiest?

I'm soaking up work like a dried up sponge in the midst of the Sahara. It feels like I haven't had time for myself or that I haven't had the time to put myself out in the market for someone to pick up, have a look or at least bring home for a trial period of two weeks. Its seemed like in a matter of 5 months I had become from a hopeful Charlotte York character to more of a cynical Miranda Hobbes.

I sometimes smile at people who seem to be truly, madly and deeply in love with one another, at times I quiver. I had a thought. Maybe the greatest love of all comes once in a lifetime if you're lucky, twice if you're luckier or that you tend to present yourself in such a manner that people would love to get to know you more, more than two bottles of beer or that you were aesthetically pleasing.

I'm just waiting for that certain person to sweep me off my feet on a whirlwind romance and wake the inner hopeful soul in me and turn my life for the better, or is that waiting doing me wrong. That's why I ask myself, "Will I ever become hopeful again"? or that I am not lucky enough for that request.

Without warning

I got a shock as I was chomping down crispy pata and gambas last night. I had that familiar yet unfamiliar feeling of waiting to hear something and that it does not turn out the way you wanted yet you are still holding on to a glimmer of hope that all of it is just a joke or a dream but no matter how hard you try to pinch yourself and no matter how many reality checks have been made its just there and no amount of denial will ever do the trick. It's just it needed to happen somehow, and it did. Unfortunately without warning.

I am still in the convalescent period of the whole event. The thing is I was not supposed to know about it up until Monday but I got my early edition and it felt surreal. I am still in the process of going back to the way things were before it happened. Just like how my body is reacting to the pata. And I know in a morbid kind of way that its going to feel like a phantom limb phenomenon, you feel like its there but hell no it ain't!!! And its never going to be that way.

Change is something that's gotta be good, but its too abrupt. But every thing changes. And I can't help but bitch about it every time it crosses my mind. I really need to shrug it off, make it work and go on avail by Monday though.