Sleepless Dementia a.k.a. When Things Go Wrong, It Really Gets Horrid

1. It started the night before.  There was major confusion regarding the mix-up of the new schedule, and I ended up informing my classmates about the change through text. I should probably add de facto HR to my résumé.

2.  Sleep was elusive because I was already used to the night schedule. All of a sudden, the next phase of training was shifted to the morning with barely 16 hrs. in between.  The result? I had two measley hours of shut-eyes.

3.  I decided to take the cab going to the MRT station. I took the escalator going up, and as I groped for my wallet to buy a stored value card, I realized my wallet wasn't in my back pocket.  It probably fell at the back of the cab since I clearly remember pulling out a twenty peso bill for the fare. Not only did I lose cash, but my cards and driver's license was there as well. Smart Ternie, really smart.

4.  Maybe it was the combination of sleep deprivation and frazzled nerves - I found the topics for discussion barely comprehensible.  It was as if my scrambled brains absolutely refused to absorb all the information being dumped on us. Now, I have to wake up early to restudy my notes. By the way, there were no manuals given out. Bummer.

Bad, bad day.

At the End of the Week

Enjoying the rowdy class - check
Learning new stuff - check
Great teacher - check
Making new friends - check
Hottie batchmate - PASOK SA BANGA NI MELISSA PEREZ-RUBIO!

I am so loving thing corporate thing! teehee

Spoken Like a True Kabit

"Lilisan ako oras na maging hadlang ako sa inyo."

Swallowing # 2

How bitter is your love.

Crap. Overshare na naman ako ahahahaha

Farewell to Never Never Land

"We can only offer," she paused for a moment, "this certain amount. Tell me then, why would you accept it?"

The girl in front of me was pretty and charming.  And she was made of steel, too.  Being of the petite and fragile looks, I thought she would be a pushover.  I was shooting back questions after questions even as she was interviewing me. But she held her ground against my not-so-subtle probing. I was impressed.  I made a mental note not to judge a book by its cover. Looks can really be deceiving.

Advice Needed

A and B are lovers.
A and B are together frequently.
A soon discovers that B has traits he can't tolerate.
B starts to complain that A is bossy and takes B for granted.
A and B begin to have petty fights often.
A has some time off, and realizes he misses his "me" time.
More importantly, A realizes he wants out.
A cannot see the relationship with B work out anymore.
A is awkward with initiating break-ups, and does not know how to go about it.

Please help A.
How should he do it?

Sikretong Malupit ni Eternal Wanderer, Huling Yugto

Sikretong Malupit ni Eternal Wanderer, Ikatlong Yugto

So gorabelz ako sa binabalak ko. Binalibag ko si girl patihaya para magmistula syang isang daing na palaka.  Mula sa pakikipaglaplapan, e dahan-dahan ko binaba ang aking bibig at dila sa kayang leeg.  Sa kanang boobs. Sa kaliwang utong. Nagtagal ako doon. Sa kanyang pagtu-twist e para syang palaka na nakatiwangwang at kinukuryete . Bumaba ako sa pusod.  Inikot-ikot ko ang dila sa loob.  Kulang na lang e kumokak si girl sa sarap.

Sikretong Malupit ni Eternal Wanderer, Ikatlong Yugto

Sikretong Malupit ni Eternal Wanderer, Ikalawang Yugto

Sa totoo lang, worried na worried ako. Was there something wrong with me? Bakit ganun? Turned on na turned on ako sa bawat halinghing ni girl habang nilalapirot ko ang utong nya. At sa bawat pagkayod ng finger ko sa puday nya, e Moana Lisa ang drama ni bilat.  Ewan ko ba, the more na umuungol sya, mas lalo akong nalilibugan.

Swallowing

Tugon sa tanong "Lumulunok ka ba?"

Only when there's love involved.

Or pag nagugulat ako.

Echozzzzzzz

Three Hours and Fifty-Three Minutes

1:45 p.m. Along the road

It was not quite a fine day to go to Intramuros.  There was a sudden summer downpour, and it was payday Friday - a deadly combination.  True enough, the traffic was snarled within the side streets of New Manila.  Even worse was the stretch between the Legarda flyover and Recto. "I knew it," I muttered under my breath, "I should have braved Quezon Ave. and España instead."  But surprisingly, past Recto all the way to Taft, the road was relatively clear.  I arrived at Intramuros just in time to deliver the car to Popsy.

Now, of course, that meant I was now without a car.  That also meant I had to commute back home.