The cruell'st she alive.

bacchanale

2 "arnel" instances happened this month:

1st instance:

while we were descending an escalator, we spotted arnel pineda near the exit of the mall. he was with his wife and kid. i was star strucked and you can't blame me. i'm a sucker for long haired men and great voices: he's both.

2nd instance:

same mall. just yesterday. we were shopping for undergarments and some of the sales lady asked to have their picture taken with longherr. they thought he was arnel pineda.

i know. funny...and a bit embarassing at that. we were laughing the whole night because of it.

i really cannot find the slightest hint of resemblance...well aside from the vast area on their faces also known as their forehead.  

bacchanale

you promised me that you'd be beside me so i won't feel so alone...

i remembered that.

and up to this date...

you had never broken your promise.

thank you.

but because of that i am hunted and bound to never move on.

bacchanale

you always knew when i'm drunk.

you knew that it was our memory that i always

took comfort on

whenever i feel like hurting myself.

you always knew it was around this time...

always mornings...

after work.

but you didn't know that

it's only when i'm drunk that i can surrender

to my dismal defeat.

that after all these years you knew

i needed you.

STILL.

not because i needed a wound to dig

but because i wanted to heal us.

++

sorry. thoughtless ramblings. i can't sleep.

funny thing is i'm not even drunk. i just miss you.

AND I HATE HOW SHE FLIRTS WITH YOU.

bacchanale

i am in desperate need to leave manila.

while everyone is in disarray to rise above the disaster left by ondoy and pepeng,

i am spending sleepless nights

looking for hotel accomodations out of town.

there was this one hotel that i was so ready to pay the reservation fee on...

only to find out that it was one of the best known red light area in town.

NO.

i can't wait for friday...

all work and no play leaves janni bipolar.

so i better go and find worthy reservations.

bacchanale

it was one brief moment of elation.

why should i deprive myself from it...

it was sheer ecstasy...or just a rush of caffeine + nicotine to my core.

hahaha. either way, i missed us.

+++

media itself is one problem we need to solve. after convincing noynoy to do the unthinkable, it prophesized doom in the form of pepeng.

hey pepeng, no offense but ondoy was the shit...

bacchanale

i am at work and just before my lunch i was seated next to a fuckhole who smells like someone who took a dive in a pool of used gym shorts.

SHIT.