Last Tuesday, former ADDU HS 4Blue classmates gathered around for a drink or two at Greenbelt. Among the attendees were Sally, Janoah, Jeanny, Kate, Crystal, Rhea, Mikko, Dino and Charles. It was a fun night until the waitress informed us that bars in Greenbelt 3 closed at 12 MN. WTH?!?

Anyway, naisip ko, sobrang tagal na rin pala since kami nagkita-kita, about <10 years ago, sobbing moments. Imagine that! Then it dawned on me, I can’t anymore remember high school, maybe because I am a nerdox way back or maybe I just want to erase that memory. Anyway, back then all I ever had were school and home. You can’t blame me, my baon at that time was around PHP 20, yes PHP 20! But aha! It became PHP 40 when I was in 4th year, but PHP 40 at that time was next to nothingness. I remembered during my last years in high school that the only source of snacks I had were kikiam and mentos, imagine that, filling your stomach with air to alleviate the hunger. After snack time, I will still have around PHP 20. For lunch I will just buy a rice, a bar-be-que and a free soup for only… drum roll please… PHP 10!!! Hooray for province price! (So that must be the reason I am a walking skeletor back then!)

Well, over the weekend I decided to shave. It is - was - my goal to be a bearded guy before going back to Davao, the reason? I don’t know I just wanted to experience how to be Santa Claus. But eversince playing basketball last week the beard, the moustache and the goatie proved to be a liability. See, when you are doing strenuous activity you need to keep all the sweat away from your face but my moustache was really wet and I could taste all the salty flavored sweat dripping down from my moustache and into my liquid-deprived mouth. That image again makes me want to puke.

And while I was shaving, I remembered an article stating that girls err women love guys sporting a 3 day old facial hair. Hmmm since this is already the 3rd day (after shaving) would girls come swooning me around?

Nep and I were eating at North Park when he saw this group of yuppies (Young Professional), who are incidentally consisted of couples dining. Before that I told Nep I read an article about the reason why thin girls especially Asian girls love fat guys. Then he interrupted me by saying, that behind me was a great example of that theory or let’s just say law. And lo’ and behold, right before my eyes, there is this girl - well she looked common, well ok, she’s white - being embraced by a fat guy.

And then I realized that maybe just maybe thin girls love fat guys because fat guys symbolize happiness, jolliness and a carefree attitude; and you don’t even need to look further than the mighty Buddha himself! Or maybe they want fat guys because they are as adorable and as cute - here fuzzy wuzzy - as polar bears? Well ok, panda bears, oh geez teddy bear it is. Or maybe fat means more money?

Another theory that I cultivated in my mind is that thin girls think that their fat bfs will put them in the pedestal, honestly girls value total submissiveness and undying loyalty. Think about this for a second, fat = lower self-esteem, beautiful gf = higher self-esteem, beautiful gf will leave you = suicide, so fat = undying love.

It is this time of the year when you’re on a roll you’re on a roll. I just had UTI, then I have a backpain that triggered flu. I’m sneezing horribly, with runny nose and coughing. Damn! The weather added to that condition.

I’m still sick as of the moment, but hopefully I’ll get better soon. I can’t stand not to play bowling tonight. But health first. 

I don’t have any of the faintest idea why my gf and I always end up riding a stinky taxi, not only once but twice! They say when you’re in a roll you’re in a roll.

Anyway, as soon as we are inside the taxi the revelation starts to unfold. The stinkiness - we believe - originated from their feet. Well I don’t have super "aromatic" feet, but hey Mr. Driver be considerate to your passengers. Don’t open up your shoes or even yet prepare a car freshener. That way we don’t have to die inside the backseat.

Filipinos are funny people.

Just take a look at our public transportation system. It’s a mess.

Then take a look at the puv drivers. They are like octopuses. Have you seen them juggle between lighting up a cigarette to getting the jeepney payments to steering the wheel to manually adjusting the stereo volume to arranging all the bills to texting while driving? And don’t forget at the same time calling out for potential passengers. I must say they do have octopus like capabilities. It’s mind-blogging. Now you know the real reason for various accidents in the country.

Then take a look at the puv passengers. They are like spiders. Have you seen them (us) try to settle in a running jeepney? All those crazy maneuvers performed - holding the bars - just to find a seat? And don’t forget all those conductors just clinching at their death in the jeepney entrance. It’s crazy! 

Then I realized, f***, what a f***ing way to be known around the world. We should be ashamed of our jeepneys. It is a pollution carrier and no matter how colorful it is, it doesn’t offer a safe ride. Maybe it’s time to modernize our public transportation.

I went to Glorietta yesterday to do some shopping. Yehey! My friend told me that only gays shop. I told him that I’m no gay, I’m a metrosexual. Nyahahaha. Anyway, I was about to try a poloshirt when the fitting room was currently occupied. So there, I waited until he finished. Once inside I almost vomited. WTF! The room was f**** stinky. Then I realized the guy was holding some shorts, so I immediately thought that he took off his shoes to try the shorts out. Man. The guy has all the nerve in the world to share his stinking feet. Not that my feet are perfectly odorless, but I have digression. If I know that my feet is stinky I don’t have the guts to take it off.

And lastly, he is wearing a chucks. Every time I wear a chucks my feet is -very- stinky. Why? 

Well there I was. I went to Makati Medical Center because I’m feeling an ache in my back. My initial reaction was (again!) UTI. But then again I think it is not UTI. Last year I had one, and it was freakingly painful for a week. But this, the pain only appears in the morning. My other theory is that it is caused by my bed foam. My housemate told me he experienced it too. But I don’t want to second guess, so I went immediately to the doctor (it’s free).

Me: Doc, morning.
Doc: O ano problema? (Yes, what’s the problem?)
Me: Doc, feel ko may UTI ata ako, sakit likod ko. (Doc, I feel like I’m having a UTI, my back is aching.) 
Doc: Ah, may history ba kayo ng highblood? O sakit sa puso? (Oh, do you have a history of highblood? heart ailments?)
Me: *Why is he asking me about heart?*
Me: Yes, papa ko namatay heart attack. (Yes, my father died of heart attack.)
Doc: Ok. Kuha ka lahat ng lab test. (Ok. Then you should take all the laboratory test.)
Doc: Tapos, papa threadmill stress test kita. (Then, you’ll undergo threadmill stress test.)
Me: *Stress test? Oh why? What’s this got to do with my back pain?*

Then he handed me a piece of paper. *Oh so that’s why, this doctor is a cardiologist* *Oh well, better take the test, it’s for my own good.*

Last Friday, as I said in the previous post, we centered our conversation on marriage.

Ches: Paano nyo nalaman na siya na nga? (So how did you know that, that girl is the one?)
Me: Si Paul dapat sumagot nyan at si Del. (Paul should answer that one and also Del.)
Ches: Prepaid ba? (Is it prepaid?)
Del: Anong prepaid? (WTH is prepaid?) 
Ches: Prepaid yung tawag pag nabuntis mo yung babae kaya kayo magpapakasal. (Prepaid is the term used when the girl is pregnant before marrying her.)
Del: Ahh, di naman. Naisip ko na talagang mag-asawa. (Nope, I just thought it was the time.)
Paul: Prepaid sana, kaso nakunan before ikasal. (Yup, it’s prepaid, but was miscarried.) 

Today I went to a known local fastfood chain for a breakfast.

Me: Hey chi, I’m in C**** right now.
GF: Yuck. A lady was hospitalized for eating there.
Me: Really? What happened?
GF: It was in the news the other day. There was a rat feces at the bottom of the girl’s coffee.
Me: Yuck, where is this?
GF: It’s in Tutuban. And they found out that the place has no sanitary permit.
Me: Really? And this is C**** we are talking about?
GF: Yes. And remember when I was in Los Banos? I ordered their famed lauriat and there was a dead fly in the noodles!
Me: Oh, why is she saying this to me, I had just finished eating
GF:  So please, don’t get too excited about that fastfood chain.
Me: What can I do? It’s the most accessible food stop from our office

And then I remembered an article about dining out. The article was written by someone inside the restaurant business and it offered an insider look on the disgusting secrets of restaurants. He/she ended up the piece by saying, if you want to feel comfortable with what you are eating, please stay at home and cook.