the quest for camotes

I was supposed to be basking under the Camotes sun (if there would be any) last weekend with 3 of my friends. Sadly, an unexpected appointment got through my schedule on that same day and there's no way of cancelling it, let alone postponing it. We were all packed up with our bags and a strong urge to go somewhere and unwind.

It was around 2 in the afternoon when we scheduled a Bohol trip via Tubigon. Undecided as we always are, we couldn't picture out the best place to visit and it would be quite late when we arrive there. For these reasons, Bohol trip was cancelled. Moalboal popped out of our mouth. But none of us got personal transport. We called Mar and Janice if they can join us (Both of them have their own transport). But none can make it. Moalboal was cancelled. On a table in SM foodcourt, we swore to go to Mountain View Resort in Lahug by hook or by crook and let no man interfere with that.

It was raining but we did not let it stop us. The jeepney we rode going up the mountain stopped at the foot of Mountain View. We had to trail the steep road going up. With the heavy bag, I felt rolling my way back down. But we made it. There were only 3 of us but it was fun. Gin, tong-its, videoke and cigarette were enough to make us deranged and enjoy the rest of the night. There were some hot chiks I stumbled during the videoke session but I was too drunk to remember their names or even ask for their numbers. Darn! I missed screwing hot chiks during night outs. *sigh* Those were the days.

One thing I really liked in Mountain View is the refreshing view when I woke up in the morning. It's a perfect place to laze around and relax. My weekend was made.

van-for-hire

I was in a van-for-hire going to Bogo last Saturday afternoon. Ecstatic. That best describes my emotion at that time considering the fact that I never visited there for the last 4 months. My 2-year old nephew, Tapol, was jumping with joy when he saw... uhmmm... That's not really my story here.

When riding in a crowded vehicle, there are 3 things that totally piss me off.
1) Sitting next to a bulk of fat or a big chunk of muscles or a combination.
2) Sitting next to a malodorous body i.e. smelly armpit, rotten feet, stinky breath, etc.
3) Sitting next to a dozed off boozer.

While I was in the van, Lady Luck must've scorned me so much because I happen to be seated at the rightmost and beside me was a man who is all 3 of those I mentioned above. Well, almost. He's bulky, wearing a strong perfume (it's as potent as a pungent vagina!) and sleeping soundly. Thank heavens, he's not drunk.

What triggered my dilemma was that he was literally putting his weight on me while dozing off. I felt like a fly squatted against a brick wall with a slipper. He would sometimes bend his head sideward in such a way that it was resting on my shoulder. Poor me. I'm just a mere 5'4", 125-pounder with a small build.

I was hoping he would be tag then I wouldn't mind the weight at all even if he started to climb on top of me. teehehehe... I constantly shrugged my shoulder to wake him up. And in one point, instantaneously bended over so he would fall from his slumber. He mumbled something and adjusted his seating so he wouldn't harass me unintentionally. A wicked smile crossed my face. After some time, he excused himself and bended over so I can rest my back on the seat. I was moved and dismissed all unholy things I am planning on him.

pizza and the thereafter

I got to admit. I was having the time of my life when Lander bought 2 boxes of 14-inch yellow cab pizza yester-night after a couple of sets in the bowling alley. There were 6 of us and only 3 are serious pizza-eaters (that includes myself, of course!).

I was engulfing bite after bite of those god-made treat until I consumed 4 slices. I went home filled with delight. I was about to sleep when my tummy was grumbling. I went to the restroom to do my thing and went to sleep at around 1:30 in the morning.

5AM and I woke up sweating profusely and as thirsty as hell itself. I consumed almost a quart of water and readied myself to bed. My sweating didn't stop and my body's not in the mood for sleeping. I went to the bathroom and as expected my tummy wanted relief. So I did my thing again and went back to sleep. I woke up quarter past 8 in the morning and took a bath. But before I turn on the shower there goes my tummy again asking for a third relief. Now, this time my ass was beginning to feel pain for the couple of "reliefs" I did for the past 4 hours. As I sat on the bowl, I was actually muttering some prayer hoping it wouldn't hurt. I took a deep breath and pushed slowly. But as soon as it came out, my God, it hurts like hell! I almost cried in pain. But I survived... Whew!

taking the next step

WHOA! this is neat. cool features we got here, eh? pictures, links, colored fonts, bold fonts, italic fonts, entry formating and even themes. this is awesome!

i'm so getting used with my antediluvian personal blog-site. i was keeping it for more than a year now and i finally decided to, well, take the next step. i'm kinda sad to leave it behind. we'd been such a company and now i have to say goodbye. oh well, 'got to move on.

hmmm... another eon of blogging...