Almost had it up to here…

This Expixtar fiasco is beginning to get on my nerves.

I was thinking of making a full-blown entry on why this is so.

However, I’m holding my punches until it is required. Don’t want to tip my hand, you know…

But if I do, it will be with guns-a-blazin’

And of course, they can’t scare me, I’m already scared. Oooooohhhhhhh!

What a racket!

Somebody gave me a decent badminton racket last Friday. Had it gutted last Saturday also.

Are they trying to tell me something?

Oh, shoot!

I woke up yesterday morning early when I wasn’t supposed to.

My biological clock was too much attuned to that particular time of day already and I thought I was to take Bea to school that morning and in a panic, quickly ran through my mind what I had to do for that day.

Then, I realized it was a Sunday and promptly went back to sleep. Whew!

To the one that got away…

Time to reveal a little bit more.

I was courting a girl I met from work when I got “courted” by the mother of my children (as much as I want to, I cannot erase this fact, you know). Because I was sidetracked, this girl got away, and I lost touch because I fell into that hellhole called married life.

I finally got in touch with her again, about seven years later. She’s in her early thirties now, still single but according to her, already engaged. Hers is the second wedding I mentioned in this post.

When I got a friendster invite from a mutual colleague, I decided to look her up if she also had an account.

And there she was. With pictures… I forgot how beautiful she was (and still is). Then all the memories came gushing back.

By nature, I really don’t dwell into what ifs and maybes, but looking at her pictures (because she is still as beautiful as I remembered her), I’ll make an exception, make this entry, and move on… No intention of doing anything further.

For now, I dedicate this post to the one that could have been (?) or got away (????)…

I hope she does not mind (should she discover my small corner in the internet) that I posted her picture here. My friends only have my descriptions on how she looks like a cross between Hilda Koronel and Aiko Melendez (both at their primes, of course). Now, I can prove how pretty she really is… albeit still masked to maintain some semblance of privacy. According to her (her friendster caption), this is still a not-so-good picture…

Anyway, best regards and all the best, my friend… sorry to have bothered you. Just indulge me on this one…

High School Mini-Reunion

Last night, from out of the blue, an old high school classmate called and asked me to join him for a drink or two. Parched as I am, I readily agreed. I even asked our other classmates if they could join us.

We ended up in the school in Libis formerly known as Thames, run by another classmate for the daughter of a known Taipan (may I add, an attractive daughter, who is our age…, but then again… maybe not…). I did not catch the school’s new name. As it turns out, our high school class has invaded that school, be it teaching there or just in administration. (I’m even considering teaching business law there next semester.)

All in all, it became an unplanned mini reunion in a classmate’s house by the Marikina-Pasig border that I enjoyed pretty much. I lost count how much alcohol I consumed last night. So I was happy because of both of these things.

Morning afters do no give me headaches but merely slow me down. Hence, this late entry.

A few hours ago, I got an email reply from another long-lost high school classmate. I discovered his email address when I read his letter to the T3 editor published this month. I asked if it was him. And so he was. If he’s Philippine-based, I’ll probably see more of him.

Choir went well tonight so now, I’m back to my old Saturday night habbit: pigging out in front of the TV.

Until tomorrow…

Overheard…

Overheard this at some trash dating show a few hours ago:

“Men are like carpets. If you lay them out correctly the first time, you can walk all over them forever.”

Story of my life…

Writer’s Block

How do you cure it?

These tips don’t seem to work. And I have an appeal brief to submit in a few days.

I know when it comes, it comes. But the deadline is fast approaching and I don’t want to file that old reliable “Motion for Time” pleading unless I have to…

Hopefully a good year

With prospects looking pretty rosy at the beginning of the year, I’m beginning to believe that this has to be my year. Of course, us bottom-dwellers have no other way to go but up… unless we stay down.

I was born in the year of the dog, according to the Chinese zodiac. So, all indications seem to point out this has to be my year.

But then again, I also have a feeling that the only ones that have all the luck from this Chinese New Year Feng Sui thingies are the Chinese people who sell them (because we’re all suckers for it).

Anyway, American Idol is always a good thing to look forward to in any case.

Lethargic Streak

Sorry guys and gals, been on a lethargic streak lately.

I think being on a lazy streak is worse than being depressed. At least I still blog when I’m depressed.

Anyway, someone forwarded to me an email on some scandal brewing in Bacolod City involving a beauty queen’s indiscretions caught in a celphone camera.

Moral of that story, ladies: Never trust a guy trying to photograph you during the act. Otherwise, be prepared to be fair game.

TKO?

Running errands today with my kids, I’ve heard a lot of reports on the results of the Pacquio-Morales fight.

First I heard, Morales KOs Pacquiao in 7 rounds.

Then I heard he KOs Pacquiao in 3.

Then, got a text message from my mother (of all people) the our relatives from the US said Manny beat Erik Morales in 8.

Now, I got it from the radio that Manny TKOs Morales in 10 rounds.

Well, anyway, if it is true, congratulations, Manny. May all of this not go to your head. And don’t hang around the wrong crowd again, OK?