Sixteen Degrees to Reality

To mahhh boyyys JOE, KRIS, NES and RIQ - you guys are the BEST. Thanks for the wonderful experience tonight. *wink*

It’s not what you’re thinkin’, you horndawg, you.

Finally, after two looong lakad-less days, The boys above and I went to Ola’s place to celebrate her 19th birthday. (Nothing but free food to countless sing-a-longs). When it was time to leave the party, the boys and I decided to find this certain place where The Fly says she’s having her usual check-ups. Like Ernest said, with all the circles we went, it felt like we already reached Antipolo. The alleged clinic was non-existent as far as the tryke drivers were concerned (and who knows roads and houses better than them, eh?) Oh we did see other clinics, but none that bore that alleged name. We saw a couple of pet centers though.

Had your precious maggot checked up there, huh, fly?

Oh, dropped by Joni’s place too, after our road trip. Treated the boys for isaw (yum), figured they needed it, and dropped them off at their houses. It feels great to have guy friends who can drive for you when you feel like you don’t want to anymore.

You’re thisclose to getting squished, you filthy filth filth. 

Today’s one heck of a long one.

Believe it or not, YB had a chance to go for a VTR at Makati, and it was pretty… well… quick. No, I did NOT wear anything sparkly and revealing (my evening gown was in the laudro-mat). So I stuck with my usual attire, and ya’ll know what that is.

Thank lordy we weren’t asked to say "KALIKASAN" in different emotions like what the posters there told us. They just took pictures, and asked us to tell them something about ourselves. (Darn all those preparation time for a 2minute interview)

Anyway, after that, my uncle dropped us off at G4, and we hung out at Starbucks for a while (good ol’ coffeeshop). It rained, so we walked around, and hung out at SBC (another good ol’ coffeeshop). Killed time. A modelling scout approached us, but most of the time she was talking to Phine. haha.

Went back to Starbucks in case the seats were dry already. Turns out they weren’t. So we decided to go to The Big Grill for dinner. Another modelling scout approached us, this time, she asked for all our names and contact numbers.

*evil, greedy, hopeful smile*

Inuman dinner. Gawds, i love it. Andy creamed one guy’s arse by riding the mechanical bull for the LONGEST time ever. More talks. Finally got home.

Pity I’m not allowed to go to Laguna with the AZZWIPES tomorrow. Darn it.

…is a place certainly NOT owned by a "Maria" and hardly a garden. Tim’s friends call it The Sex Palace, and I think the second dub fits just right. (The palace bit, mind you, we’re all wholesome here.) How else would you call a place with three houses (or four, including the one for the help), a basketball court, a multiplex thingie, plus a helluva backyard with mindbogglingly cropped grass, plants, puuurty flowers and rocks?

At first a place that big would be boring for the four of us (Tim, me, Andy and Gonz). Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (a film i’m dying to see) didn’t work, and we forgot to bring cards and a guitar. But once the moon rose, and after having a heavy dinner at Dencio’s, and finally after getting the booze, that’s when the party started.

And that, I’m afraid, is where I have to end it, for privacy, protection, and other ungodly matters. All I can say is that, the place finally deserved the nickname it was dubbed for. First bit or second bit, my lips are sealed.

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Thanks to Tim’s family for letting us stay there, For Kris Aquino and her "oom papa oom" ad for our music, and to Bernie (mac), for ONE HELLUVA FAST RIDE.

Who the hell cares how time passes by to other people? I don’t need your crap right now, EinfrigginStein. Seriously guys, I have so much on my mind right now. I’m quite ready to give up. But i’m too much of a stubborn prick to do just that. I seriously have issues. Here I am looking all pisssed off in an internet cafe coz the modem’s busted and it’s been days since I last surfed the net. See how pissed off I am??

16 Fifth Munsree. (Things are coming back to me now) Tim and I hung out at Figaro and saw Amityville. I was the only one jumping in my seat. Tim had the usual NR exterior.

17 Something must’ve happened this day. All I know is we hung out at Gateway for the nth time.

18 Tim and I have become regulars of Gateway Mall. Celebrated Gonzi’s birthday at Wendy’s (after realizing tickets for Revenge of the Sith were sold out.) then went to Quattro’s for a little drinking.

19 Pat’s bday! Finally saw Revenge of the Sith at Eastwood. Glad to have the whole YB there. It really was a fun time… Not to menion all those food and iced tea at Jack’s Loft. haha.

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The fly’s back. *eye twitches* I don’t think it’ll be leaving any time soon, unless we deal with it with desperate measures. And I’m doin just that. It’s got to be stopped. It has to. I know I respect life, but this is one major bitchug I’ve got to flatten, squish, and burn to miniscule ashes.

What a pretty mask.

You actually had me convinced I was the only one.

**"Shame on me for kissing your lips with my eyes so tight".

I didn’t see it coming.

Fool me twice

Am I to blame?

How could I not let you go?

Your nonchalant face tells it all.

"I was stupid…

I didn’t know what I could’ve done that…

I need you so much right now…

I’m sorry, I love you…

BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH!!!!!!!"

Breathe in… Feel…

Why?

Take off your pretty mask.

Put it away for good.

Though you say you never wore one.

Mask or no mask.

Fool me a thousand times more.

I’ll stay with you.

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Funny what love does, eh?

Anyway…

Thursday: Just got over a fever. Tim came over and we talked about stuff. Did stuff as well. *wink*

Friday: Thought I’d make a little surprise for Tim. Contacted his Row4 friends and we hung out at Starbucks, then at Rye’s place, then went to Yellow Cab for either an extremely late dinner, or extremely early breakfast.

Saturday: Felt sick again. But how could I say no to a night out? Got my electric guitar back from Julz that afternoon. Hannah and Karren came over, then left immediately because later that night, we met at The Basement, Eastwood and dance the night away with TIM!!! haha! I made him dance!!! hahaha. The place sucks already though. What’s up with the half-wall anyway? What are we? Monkey dancers that need to be caged? Gah.

Sunday: Snot and Cough Fest. (With lots of tear-jerking moments in between those days)

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(**a line from Liv Tyler’s character in That Thing You Do.)

Wow. Never thought I could survive five days without the internet. Then again, if you have white sand and clear blue water to replace it with ( and a dash of beautiful men here and there) it’s not so bad.

Somehow, I cannot give a day to day account as to what happened in our stay in Boracay. It seems that the only way we could tell time was when the sun would go down, and the stars would rise. Days were forgotten.

I will try my best to give you only the highlights though, and besides, I wouldn’t want you to bore your arse out with long entries of my personal experiences. This introduction is pretty lengthy already so I’m gonna go right ahead.

Because we were on a tight budget, we stayed in a ship for almost 16 hours. The trip going there felt long because we were restless and excited. (Sorry, ha, first timer eh.) Made new friends I’m sure I’m gonna keep. (Xan, Mhe, Tim, Dock, Jonas and T-banz). The moment we stepped on the perfect white sand, Manila was out of our minds.

Swam immediately from morning till sundown and walked a loooong way to Cocomangas. (Gimmick!) We met a korean guy named Kim, and an annoying guy who silently insisted on dancing with us. Of course we kept our distance from him, whom we shall call "Manong."

The following day we went snorkeling with little fishies and fed them, and I wore goggles that looked like it came from the set of Muro Ami. I didn’t enjoy the rest of the other islands coz I didn’t eat breakfast so halfway through the Island hopping, I was dizzy and seasick.

Missed one Banana Boat and a chance to sing at Bagaberde because I was asleep for the rest of the day.

Hmmmm…. *loading.*

D’mall (with overpriced pasalubongs), walks walks walks, Jonah’s Milkshakes (i miss it already), drop dead gorgeous guys, women with to die for bods, people with extreme self confidence (that means uber fat girls wearing skimpy suits and gay men wearing t-backs). walk walks walks.

Oh! We watched Bamboo’s gig and were starstruck with a lot of celebs (most of whom I didn’t know. haha). walks walks walks.

Had my chance on the Banana Boat, while the others were on their second time already.

Hmmm..  *loading again*

Washed my face for a Pond’s video. Hennas, Glitter Hennas, Lots of swimming and soaking in the sun. See me to believe it. 

Last night was spent in Summerplace, Cocomangas again (where I got a huge bruise from jumping on the platform) and Club Paraw, where I met the two dj’s there (Yanke and Jerry) and danced in their place! astig!

I had a fever and was asleep on the way home, so 16 hrs went by unnoticed.

So now I’ve got three henna tattoos in different parts of my body, bruise, plush a gash on my middle finger. Plus a tan which I don’t think will go away any time soon.

Battle scars from Boracay.

Hell I don’t mind at all.

I’ve seen better days.

My dad, uncle and I were having a conversation about politics over lunch. When I asked them, "So what do you think? Will things get better for us?" My dad replied, "You know Jen, things will go from worse to worst before it gets better." I looked up to him with such admiration until I asked a couple more.

"What do you think we should do about it?"

Uncle: *silent*

Dad: "Revolution!"

"Who do you want our next president to be?"

Jen: Oprah for president!

Uncle: "A benevolent dictator."

Dad: "ME!"

Aye, caramba.

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Went to Hotshots for dinner with Tim, Gonz, Rye and Sylvette again. Couldn’t concentrate on my burger coz there was a handful of lizards around us, and a barangay of gamogamo above our heads.

ALLEGORY. Plus, there’s this unmentionable entity that shall be named The Fly, that kept bugging me. Us. And Everything around Us. Sad part is, I never kill flies. A can of bugspray won’t do it… Unless someone’s brave enough to reach out and kill the beast with his own bare hands. Ugly, but daring. I want the Fly’s filth gone for good.

After much talk I couldn’t relate to (MedTech stuff i can neither pronounce nor spell), it was time to go. I looked up, there were no gamogamo’s left. The lizards looked happy. Contented. Satisfied.

Poor gamogamo’s.

(NOTE: Dad came to his senses a few minutes after The Talk and said Lacson or Fernando would do good. Geez, dad, ya think?)

Well, it looks like I’ve managed to get pass two days of deeper hell, but I’m glad it’s all over now. Moving on from serious misadventures to embarrassing mishaps and eye-rolling-worthy stories, lean a little closer.

(WARNING: THE FOLLOWING LINES MIGHT INCLUDE GRAPHIC CONENT)

Me and my big sister, Ate Nadia, were in our pj’s this morning when my brother, Kuya Baby (don’t ask me why I call him that) took us out for a drive. We were supposed to stop by Ortigas and Libis and drop my sister in law, Ate Debbie at Megamall, when all of a sudden, my dear beloved Kuya had a craving for halo-halo at Chowking.  Stupid us, we weren’t prepared to deal with my brother’s impulse moments.

1. We were wearing pj’s. Mine was green with little seashells. (Please don’t think any less of me!)

2. I was sporting 2days worth of unshaven legs.

3. I hadn’t brushed my teeth. (We left in a hurry, dang it!)

4. Oh, and I was bra-less.

After a lot of screaming, complaining and convincing, (geez, Kuya, it’s just halo-halo!) we finally got out of the car, into the cold, Chowking chain…

In all our nipply glory.

*sigh*

Later on, it was my turn to drive my Ate home, and my dad decided to come with us. He said he wanted to see how I ride. He said he was gonna be "mum" about it.

Well guess what. Travel time was spent by more screaming and schooling, while Ate Nadia laughed her arse off at the back.

I threw the keys at Dad before he left. That will be the first and last time he’s ever gonna ride with me.