January 18, 2008, 7:11 p.m.
Sender: Hubs
“Are we beer?"
First off let me introduce to you one of my good friend from my pro-gaming circle. I present to you the only barong wearing emo in ortigas, HUBS. I think he’s one of the few persons who can carry wearing a barong with skinny jeans.
Back to topic,
If batman had the bat-signal and the thundercats have Lion O’s sword as a convenient way to summon your allies to be at your side we have “Are we beer?” or simply “Bir?” It’s actually an open invitation and you are free to accept or decline depending on your personal commitments. The exception of course is if you happen to commit the mistake of hitching a ride in Abogwapo’s ride then you are trapped in a one-way trip. Believe me it has happened to me more than once when he would lull you into complacency by seemingly slowing down to your intended drop-off point then suddenly accelerating towards the general direction of Timog laughing all the way, classic case of kidnapping hehehehe.
Our usual watering hole at the time was a bar (God, I hated that word) near ABS-CBN. We liked that place since it offered good service and relatively the cheapest package/promo in the area. A good number of regular pretty employees coming from ABS and surrounding call centers help also. (Syd, stop pointing the finger of judgment on me, I’m single remember and your not bwahahahaha!) *ehem.
Since we were already regulars at that place we also enjoyed special perks from the waiters. We often got a free bucket of beers or one free dish from the waiters (in exchange for a generous tip of course). But one of the best experience we had there was on a day it seemed a lot of people were thirsty and it was payday. The place was full with waiting customers outside waiting to be seated. We just arrived at the place and saw that the place was full. We quickly signaled one of our regular waiter that we wanted to get in. He gave us a signal and we entered the place like we were some big shot VIPs passing by the waiting crowd outside who gave us annoyed looks. Apparently the waiter set up a new table for us to use and strategically moved the electric fans to face our direction and lowered the volume of the sound system to our specifications. Talk about quality service, huh?
The place moved to a larger location last year to accommodate its growing customers and fortunately they retained our regular waiters so we still enjoy the same privileges up to now and a few more “upgraded” perks. But that’s another story.
Are we beer?
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Bar Blues
January 17, 2008, 3:17 p.m.
Sender: Beneboy
“Bro, my possibility dw na dis feb ang labas eithr last week or march 1st-2nd wik…maaga tau mgagiging mga lawyers he he.”
The Bar Season is actually one year divided into three parts. The Bar Review normally from April to August, The Bar Exams held during the month of September and The Bar Results from October to March. Each part has its own source of stress, The Bar Review is the stress of preparation. The Bar Exams is the stress of the exam and The Bar results is the stress of waiting for an unknown.
I’m at the third stage, and the agony of waiting for the results will take a mental and psychological toll on you. Texts like this only amplifies frustration since it reminds you of impending doom without offering you anything concrete to hang on to. During the wait you will receive different variations of this text but the bottom line is, no one knows the actual date of release of the results except the Supreme Court. I think its something systemic to spread the fear and frustration amongst the barristers. Misery loves company, right?
What you need to do is to try to distract yourself like focusing on your work (which I didn’t have), find a GF (not yet in the the proper mindset), or find a hobby (reading books is my hobby and I’ve just had enough reading for the moment). The start of my year was a very bad one and I was already dreading the fact that it might even get worst. I was really hoping that I had reached the bottom so I can finally rebound.
Sender: Beneboy
“Bro, my possibility dw na dis feb ang labas eithr last week or march 1st-2nd wik…maaga tau mgagiging mga lawyers he he.”
The Bar Season is actually one year divided into three parts. The Bar Review normally from April to August, The Bar Exams held during the month of September and The Bar Results from October to March. Each part has its own source of stress, The Bar Review is the stress of preparation. The Bar Exams is the stress of the exam and The Bar results is the stress of waiting for an unknown.
I’m at the third stage, and the agony of waiting for the results will take a mental and psychological toll on you. Texts like this only amplifies frustration since it reminds you of impending doom without offering you anything concrete to hang on to. During the wait you will receive different variations of this text but the bottom line is, no one knows the actual date of release of the results except the Supreme Court. I think its something systemic to spread the fear and frustration amongst the barristers. Misery loves company, right?
What you need to do is to try to distract yourself like focusing on your work (which I didn’t have), find a GF (not yet in the the proper mindset), or find a hobby (reading books is my hobby and I’ve just had enough reading for the moment). The start of my year was a very bad one and I was already dreading the fact that it might even get worst. I was really hoping that I had reached the bottom so I can finally rebound.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
bff
January 8, 2008, 12:46 p.m.
Sender: Iris
“Rm 316 s my main hsptal. C u.”
January 8, 2008, 6:12 p.m.
“Hey tnx so much 4 d visit! Sori dal2 ko, kept u too long here. Haha. Miss seeing you guys! Ingat sa pgdrive!”
Iris, my oldest active friend. Sure I’ve had a lot of friends in my childhood but as life would have it most of them never last or unseen circumstances force you to part ways. But not with this one. I knew Iris when we were classmates back in first year high school. She had a tomboyish charm and I think that’s the reason we clicked because I knew I could joke around with her without thinking that I would offend her “girl sensitivities”. I knew who her crush was and she knew mine. She was my confidant as I was hers. She witnessed my first heartbreak and I comforted her on hers. I always tell my friends that if they wanted to know some incriminating secret about my past she is the one that they should bribe for information. But I’m pretty confident that she would never rat me out. Or if ever she does she’ll make sure I have a share in her profits. Hahahaha.
To our group of friends she is the “nanay” she would make sure everyone is taken cared off and on my part ensure that I was properly fed. During my birthday a few years ago they held a surprise party for me and they gave me a cake. Well it was the first time I really felt that it was MY cake since she practically fed me half of it.
Years later she got married to her long-time boyfriend and I was one of the groomsmen. I didn’t know if she set it up because during the reception I was the one who got the garter during one of the games.
I received this message from her because she informed me that her dad was due for a major operation. I quickly responded by visiting her at the hospital. I spent the whole afternoon there, sharing and updating stories. She told me that she would be leaving for the United States and I updated her on my relationship status and career (or the utter lack of it).
During the time that she was still in the Philippines we seldom met due to conflicting schedules but we kept close contact during major events. I’m excited to see her again when she comes back since she will fulfill her promise to let me be the godfather of her first child. Congrats by the way and hurry back here with my pasalubong!
Sender: Iris
“Rm 316 s my main hsptal. C u.”
January 8, 2008, 6:12 p.m.
“Hey tnx so much 4 d visit! Sori dal2 ko, kept u too long here. Haha. Miss seeing you guys! Ingat sa pgdrive!”
Iris, my oldest active friend. Sure I’ve had a lot of friends in my childhood but as life would have it most of them never last or unseen circumstances force you to part ways. But not with this one. I knew Iris when we were classmates back in first year high school. She had a tomboyish charm and I think that’s the reason we clicked because I knew I could joke around with her without thinking that I would offend her “girl sensitivities”. I knew who her crush was and she knew mine. She was my confidant as I was hers. She witnessed my first heartbreak and I comforted her on hers. I always tell my friends that if they wanted to know some incriminating secret about my past she is the one that they should bribe for information. But I’m pretty confident that she would never rat me out. Or if ever she does she’ll make sure I have a share in her profits. Hahahaha.
To our group of friends she is the “nanay” she would make sure everyone is taken cared off and on my part ensure that I was properly fed. During my birthday a few years ago they held a surprise party for me and they gave me a cake. Well it was the first time I really felt that it was MY cake since she practically fed me half of it.
Years later she got married to her long-time boyfriend and I was one of the groomsmen. I didn’t know if she set it up because during the reception I was the one who got the garter during one of the games.
I received this message from her because she informed me that her dad was due for a major operation. I quickly responded by visiting her at the hospital. I spent the whole afternoon there, sharing and updating stories. She told me that she would be leaving for the United States and I updated her on my relationship status and career (or the utter lack of it).
During the time that she was still in the Philippines we seldom met due to conflicting schedules but we kept close contact during major events. I’m excited to see her again when she comes back since she will fulfill her promise to let me be the godfather of her first child. Congrats by the way and hurry back here with my pasalubong!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Will work for extra rice!
January 4, 2008, 11:47 a.m.
Sender: Geist
“Anu oras daw interview at ilan kailangan, pagtinanong kunin m numbr nla kasi nawal phone ko d b, yun nakalagay s resume k o or bgay m new number ko, parang gus2 ko dun, maraming extra rice hehe”
So after my emo episode, I needed to distract myself and finally shift my job-hunting mode into overdrive. I revised my resume to make it “look” more impressive and I began the exciting and tiring ordeal of a walk-in applicant. During that time, JobsDB, Jobstreet and Trabaho.com were my favorite websites and I carefully planed my route to maximize the drop-off of resumes to each office of each building in Makati and Ortigas. I remembered walking-in in all of the buildings on one side of Ayala Avenue one day and walking the other side the next. My most hated line was “We will call you back as soon as the position opens” since 90% of the time they will not call.
I must have printed close to a hundred copies of my resumes during that period and I was slowly growing more and more depressed at the time with every rejection and lack of response from employers. At first I did not want to try applying for a call center position because I had this false sense of pride since I am an LLB degree holder. I do not want to bad mouth the call center industry because I know they have provided employment to a lot of fresh graduates and those unemployed but I was so desperate that I even went to apply for a call center position but when they saw my credentials they told me I was overqualified for the position.
*Sigh.*
There was one highlight during my job hunting that stands out. Me, Geist and Beneboy were walking along Paseo de Roxas and we found ourselves in one of the insurance companies operating in Makati. When we entered the office there was a sudden change of priorities and an implied conspiracy was established.
The pigs that we are, we suddenly shifted from job hunting to girl hunting.
In my humble opinion that office had the most number of attractive office ladies and wearing the best-looking office uniforms in Makati. We were exchanging knowing glances as we were waiting to be interviewed as employees passed us by. When we got to the final interview we talked with the Head HR and informed us that they cannot hire us because we were overqualified for the position since what they were hiring at the time is for insurance agents. Oh well, I think that was the most “fun” I’ve ever had being rejected for a job application.
They must have a strong perv repellant radar installed somewhere in the office.
Anyway Geist landed a job in Makati for a large corporation later and I was not yet employed that time. But things would change soon, I hoped.
Sender: Geist
“Anu oras daw interview at ilan kailangan, pagtinanong kunin m numbr nla kasi nawal phone ko d b, yun nakalagay s resume k o or bgay m new number ko, parang gus2 ko dun, maraming extra rice hehe”
So after my emo episode, I needed to distract myself and finally shift my job-hunting mode into overdrive. I revised my resume to make it “look” more impressive and I began the exciting and tiring ordeal of a walk-in applicant. During that time, JobsDB, Jobstreet and Trabaho.com were my favorite websites and I carefully planed my route to maximize the drop-off of resumes to each office of each building in Makati and Ortigas. I remembered walking-in in all of the buildings on one side of Ayala Avenue one day and walking the other side the next. My most hated line was “We will call you back as soon as the position opens” since 90% of the time they will not call.
I must have printed close to a hundred copies of my resumes during that period and I was slowly growing more and more depressed at the time with every rejection and lack of response from employers. At first I did not want to try applying for a call center position because I had this false sense of pride since I am an LLB degree holder. I do not want to bad mouth the call center industry because I know they have provided employment to a lot of fresh graduates and those unemployed but I was so desperate that I even went to apply for a call center position but when they saw my credentials they told me I was overqualified for the position.
*Sigh.*
There was one highlight during my job hunting that stands out. Me, Geist and Beneboy were walking along Paseo de Roxas and we found ourselves in one of the insurance companies operating in Makati. When we entered the office there was a sudden change of priorities and an implied conspiracy was established.
The pigs that we are, we suddenly shifted from job hunting to girl hunting.
In my humble opinion that office had the most number of attractive office ladies and wearing the best-looking office uniforms in Makati. We were exchanging knowing glances as we were waiting to be interviewed as employees passed us by. When we got to the final interview we talked with the Head HR and informed us that they cannot hire us because we were overqualified for the position since what they were hiring at the time is for insurance agents. Oh well, I think that was the most “fun” I’ve ever had being rejected for a job application.
They must have a strong perv repellant radar installed somewhere in the office.
Anyway Geist landed a job in Makati for a large corporation later and I was not yet employed that time. But things would change soon, I hoped.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
End Year
January 1, 2008, 1:56 a.m.
Sender: Cuteorney
“Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right. I wish that you will pass the bar and become a full pledged lawyer.”
Happy New Year! I wished I could say that with much enthusiasm but I was not really in the mood. I received a bunch of New Year’s greetings that day but I selected this one because it summed up what was happening in my life at that time. All attempts at reconciliation with my ex had failed and I was practically begging to patch up our differences since I didn’t want to start the year with bad vibes but to no avail. To top it off, I was also waiting for the bar results which was coming in the first quarter of the year. There is an inside joke amongst barristers that after the bar exams, that is being held in September, there should be no talking about the bar before new year. This is so you wouldn’t feel nervous and destroy your happy mood during the holidays up until New Year. After New Year your stomach will begin to churn as the anticipation for the result of the bar nears since there are no more major events coming that will take your mind off the bar..
This apparently is not a joke.
Since the holidays are over there are no more major events that will distract you from the upcoming results. I also failed to mention that I was still unemployed at the time since I made a mistake in submitting my resumes only after the bar exams. As it turns out there is an oversupply of job applicants with the same credentials as mine applying for the same jobs since I was also competing with other barristers faced with the same situation.
I clearly remember that this was the tipping point of my life in terms of my career and relationship. This was the day that I decided that enough is enough and I had to do something about it. Just like the New Year, Some things must end and some things must begin.
When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight.
Shit I’m so emo, someone kill me please.
Sender: Cuteorney
“Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right. I wish that you will pass the bar and become a full pledged lawyer.”
Happy New Year! I wished I could say that with much enthusiasm but I was not really in the mood. I received a bunch of New Year’s greetings that day but I selected this one because it summed up what was happening in my life at that time. All attempts at reconciliation with my ex had failed and I was practically begging to patch up our differences since I didn’t want to start the year with bad vibes but to no avail. To top it off, I was also waiting for the bar results which was coming in the first quarter of the year. There is an inside joke amongst barristers that after the bar exams, that is being held in September, there should be no talking about the bar before new year. This is so you wouldn’t feel nervous and destroy your happy mood during the holidays up until New Year. After New Year your stomach will begin to churn as the anticipation for the result of the bar nears since there are no more major events coming that will take your mind off the bar..
This apparently is not a joke.
Since the holidays are over there are no more major events that will distract you from the upcoming results. I also failed to mention that I was still unemployed at the time since I made a mistake in submitting my resumes only after the bar exams. As it turns out there is an oversupply of job applicants with the same credentials as mine applying for the same jobs since I was also competing with other barristers faced with the same situation.
I clearly remember that this was the tipping point of my life in terms of my career and relationship. This was the day that I decided that enough is enough and I had to do something about it. Just like the New Year, Some things must end and some things must begin.
When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight.
Shit I’m so emo, someone kill me please.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Harbinger of Doom
December 28, 2007, 6:58 p.m.
Sender: Geist
“Tol pde k b ngyng gabi 4 boyz lng txt f bak kung ok will give details”
December 28, 2007, 7:06 p.m.
Sender: Geist
“Ay huli may kasama cge txt k namn later”
I received this infamous message while I was with my ex at their house. This set into motion the events that eventually ended the relationship. But it’s not what you might think; we already had unresolved issues that put a strain on our relationship.
As for this message, I actually turned down their invitation since I was with my ex at that time hence the second message. I’m not going into details on this matter since it’s obviously a private matter but to make it clear the message of my friend is irrelevant to the argument but the circumstance around it was at issue. Anyway after the argument, I left her house and decided to text back the guys to ask for the details. They directed me to go to a popular club at tomas morato called guilly’s for drinks. We arrived there pretty early at 9 but at least we got in to order at promo rates and we easily got a table since it gets really crowded as the night wore on.
Well as hard as I tried to distract myself that night, I just couldn’t shake off what happened earlier. Anyway I went home with a heavy head and a heavy heart. Definitely the worst Christmas season ever.
Sender: Geist
“Tol pde k b ngyng gabi 4 boyz lng txt f bak kung ok will give details”
December 28, 2007, 7:06 p.m.
Sender: Geist
“Ay huli may kasama cge txt k namn later”
I received this infamous message while I was with my ex at their house. This set into motion the events that eventually ended the relationship. But it’s not what you might think; we already had unresolved issues that put a strain on our relationship.
As for this message, I actually turned down their invitation since I was with my ex at that time hence the second message. I’m not going into details on this matter since it’s obviously a private matter but to make it clear the message of my friend is irrelevant to the argument but the circumstance around it was at issue. Anyway after the argument, I left her house and decided to text back the guys to ask for the details. They directed me to go to a popular club at tomas morato called guilly’s for drinks. We arrived there pretty early at 9 but at least we got in to order at promo rates and we easily got a table since it gets really crowded as the night wore on.
Well as hard as I tried to distract myself that night, I just couldn’t shake off what happened earlier. Anyway I went home with a heavy head and a heavy heart. Definitely the worst Christmas season ever.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Jesus Budha
December 25, 2007, 7:45 a.m. – Christmas Day
Sender: Mom
“Ilan lahat contestant nakikinig ako cno baby jesus budha?
You may be thinking my mom just lost her mind or drunk. Fortunately it’s nothing of that sort because it was actually me who had just lost his mind and drunk. Anyway, this is probably one of my favorite memories of me being an evil big brother. Days before Christmas, the Good Times radio show at Magic 89.9 sponsored a contest wherein the person who appears in studio on Christmas day wearing the best Jesus costume would win a laptop. My younger brother wanted to join since he badly wants a laptop and he asked me for some ideas for the costume.
Bad idea.
I told him that every one of the contestants appearing there would be dressed in the traditional robe with matching long hair and beard/mustache. Well, the traditional catholic image of the adult Jesus. I told him that to increase his chance he must “think outside of the box” and catch the attention of Mo Twister and the other DJs. Since the theme was dress like Jesus and it was Christmas I told him to dress as……
BABY JESUS!
Yes you read it right, Baby Jesus. He would only wear a cloth diaper and nothing else, save for a bed sheet so he can lie on the floor inside the studio. At first he protested but I convinced him it’s a sure win so he finally agreed.
*cue in evil laughter
So off we went early in the morning to go to the Magic Station in EDSA and at the nearest available comfort room he changed to his costume (non-costume) and I couldn’t stop laughing but at the same time encouraging him to do it. We went inside the studio with my brother still wrapped in beds sheet and the three DJ’s Mo Twister, Mojo and Grace Lee welcomed us in. We got confused looks on their faces since they thought the bedsheet was his costume, then came the big…errr reveal.
Bedlam ensued.
All three DJ’s were laughing their socks off when they saw my brother drop the bedsheet and lie on the floor crying like a baby. During the drive to the studio I instructed him to be “in full character” the entire time meaning he must not talk the entire show and just act like a baby. Every time the DJ asked him a question he would just cry out like a baby. Did I mention that it was freezing cold inside the booth and he’s just wearing a piece of cloth diaper while lying on the cold floor?
Hours later, judgment time came and there were around 10 contestants in the booth all wearing my anticipated costume of the traditional “adult” Jesus, except one who came late also in baby costume but the execution was not at par with my brother.
Well we lost (Actually he lost hahaha) to the guy who came earliest in the show. I was disappointed of course since we were the most creative and the winner, in all fairness had the best adult Jesus costume albeit a generic one. My brother did win tickets as consolation prize to the dolphin show which I believe he did not claim anymore. I have the photographs of the event as well as the video of the ordeal but won’t show it unless I want to “accidentally” die while I’m asleep. Maybe when he gets married it will somehow someway appear in the slideshow during the reception. Accidents happen, right?
*SNAP BACK TO REALITY
Sender: Mom
“Ilan lahat contestant nakikinig ako cno baby jesus budha?
You may be thinking my mom just lost her mind or drunk. Fortunately it’s nothing of that sort because it was actually me who had just lost his mind and drunk. Anyway, this is probably one of my favorite memories of me being an evil big brother. Days before Christmas, the Good Times radio show at Magic 89.9 sponsored a contest wherein the person who appears in studio on Christmas day wearing the best Jesus costume would win a laptop. My younger brother wanted to join since he badly wants a laptop and he asked me for some ideas for the costume.
Bad idea.
I told him that every one of the contestants appearing there would be dressed in the traditional robe with matching long hair and beard/mustache. Well, the traditional catholic image of the adult Jesus. I told him that to increase his chance he must “think outside of the box” and catch the attention of Mo Twister and the other DJs. Since the theme was dress like Jesus and it was Christmas I told him to dress as……
BABY JESUS!
Yes you read it right, Baby Jesus. He would only wear a cloth diaper and nothing else, save for a bed sheet so he can lie on the floor inside the studio. At first he protested but I convinced him it’s a sure win so he finally agreed.
*cue in evil laughter
So off we went early in the morning to go to the Magic Station in EDSA and at the nearest available comfort room he changed to his costume (non-costume) and I couldn’t stop laughing but at the same time encouraging him to do it. We went inside the studio with my brother still wrapped in beds sheet and the three DJ’s Mo Twister, Mojo and Grace Lee welcomed us in. We got confused looks on their faces since they thought the bedsheet was his costume, then came the big…errr reveal.
Bedlam ensued.
All three DJ’s were laughing their socks off when they saw my brother drop the bedsheet and lie on the floor crying like a baby. During the drive to the studio I instructed him to be “in full character” the entire time meaning he must not talk the entire show and just act like a baby. Every time the DJ asked him a question he would just cry out like a baby. Did I mention that it was freezing cold inside the booth and he’s just wearing a piece of cloth diaper while lying on the cold floor?
Hours later, judgment time came and there were around 10 contestants in the booth all wearing my anticipated costume of the traditional “adult” Jesus, except one who came late also in baby costume but the execution was not at par with my brother.
Well we lost (Actually he lost hahaha) to the guy who came earliest in the show. I was disappointed of course since we were the most creative and the winner, in all fairness had the best adult Jesus costume albeit a generic one. My brother did win tickets as consolation prize to the dolphin show which I believe he did not claim anymore. I have the photographs of the event as well as the video of the ordeal but won’t show it unless I want to “accidentally” die while I’m asleep. Maybe when he gets married it will somehow someway appear in the slideshow during the reception. Accidents happen, right?
*SNAP BACK TO REALITY
Monday, September 14, 2009
Christmas Eve
December 24, 2007, 11:55 a.m. – Christmas Eve
Ahh, Christmas my favorite holiday of the year, a seemingly good day to start this blog but this particular Christmas is one I would have wanted to forget. I had a misunderstanding with my ex a days before Christmas eve and there was no reconciliation in sight which eventually led to the end of our relationship (good timing, huh?). This is also the reason why the first message on my inbox fell on this day because in a fit of anger (madness?) and frustration (desperation?) I deleted all messages prior to this date to “forget” everything that happened, a costly mistake since I also inadvertedly deleted memorable messages meant to be stored for eternity or until my phone gets stolen again.
I did receive lots of standard Christmas greeting from my friends. I guess this would be a good way to introduce my core group of friends as well as friends from my pro-gaming life. (yes, computer games is my hobby, a fact a few people outside my circle knows). My core group of friends is composed of college friends back in UST. We have known each other since 2007 and remained a solid group to this day. Because of privacy issues I will not use their actual names in the blog.
First to text was “Boy Plano”, a fellow brother-in-arms during our law school days in UE. I received also a greeting from “Boy Plano’s girlfriend, Beehlyn, she is now his wife but more of that later. Abogwapo, the first attorney of our group and his girlfriend Cute-orney, also a lawyer also sent their messages. Geist, my silent partner and confidant in “gray areas” in law. Sydman the token “gay” character in our sitcom. He’s not really gay but he fits the description well (that’s for all the crap I had to put up in your blog you nincompoop!). Finally, Beneboy and Alli the latest additions to our group. They are a friends of mine in UE law. I also received a message from my oldest active friend, Iris, the keeper of my secrets and the one you need to bribe to get to it.
As for my pro-gamer buddies we use “handles” or codenames in games which we also usually call each other in real life (a source of amusement or confused looks from third persons). Names such as Selphie, Dulay, Papapower, Hotstuffroi and 1c3m@n litter my inbox.
As I said, this particular Christmas ranks as the worst in my collective memory due to the surrounding circumstances but it was somehow mitigated by the presence of good friends who share the same interest with good alcohol.
That’s it for now, a thick folder with a giant “RUSH” stamped on the cover just landed on my desk. Story of my life.
*Snap back to reality
Ahh, Christmas my favorite holiday of the year, a seemingly good day to start this blog but this particular Christmas is one I would have wanted to forget. I had a misunderstanding with my ex a days before Christmas eve and there was no reconciliation in sight which eventually led to the end of our relationship (good timing, huh?). This is also the reason why the first message on my inbox fell on this day because in a fit of anger (madness?) and frustration (desperation?) I deleted all messages prior to this date to “forget” everything that happened, a costly mistake since I also inadvertedly deleted memorable messages meant to be stored for eternity or until my phone gets stolen again.
I did receive lots of standard Christmas greeting from my friends. I guess this would be a good way to introduce my core group of friends as well as friends from my pro-gaming life. (yes, computer games is my hobby, a fact a few people outside my circle knows). My core group of friends is composed of college friends back in UST. We have known each other since 2007 and remained a solid group to this day. Because of privacy issues I will not use their actual names in the blog.
First to text was “Boy Plano”, a fellow brother-in-arms during our law school days in UE. I received also a greeting from “Boy Plano’s girlfriend, Beehlyn, she is now his wife but more of that later. Abogwapo, the first attorney of our group and his girlfriend Cute-orney, also a lawyer also sent their messages. Geist, my silent partner and confidant in “gray areas” in law. Sydman the token “gay” character in our sitcom. He’s not really gay but he fits the description well (that’s for all the crap I had to put up in your blog you nincompoop!). Finally, Beneboy and Alli the latest additions to our group. They are a friends of mine in UE law. I also received a message from my oldest active friend, Iris, the keeper of my secrets and the one you need to bribe to get to it.
As for my pro-gamer buddies we use “handles” or codenames in games which we also usually call each other in real life (a source of amusement or confused looks from third persons). Names such as Selphie, Dulay, Papapower, Hotstuffroi and 1c3m@n litter my inbox.
As I said, this particular Christmas ranks as the worst in my collective memory due to the surrounding circumstances but it was somehow mitigated by the presence of good friends who share the same interest with good alcohol.
That’s it for now, a thick folder with a giant “RUSH” stamped on the cover just landed on my desk. Story of my life.
*Snap back to reality
The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma. – Patrick Star
I was thinking on what the format I would use to make my blog. Should I make it a daily diary on the events in my life as it happens? The quick answer to that is NO. That would be deathly boring since I have little to talk about my social life which is virtually non-existent. I was looking for ideas to work with, so one lazy Sunday afternoon I was browsing through my mobile phone and I was annoyed on how slow the loading time of my inbox is. I realized that as of the writing of this I have 3765 messages stored in my inbox. See, I have this habit (or non-habit) of not deleting messages. It’s not a conscious effort on my part to save the messages but I unintentionally let it accumulate. I was about to delete it all but an idea struck me, why not document /perpetuate the events of my life through the perspective of my texting life. I know it’s absurd since I am not a texting addict, in fact a P300 load would last me for two months and more than once my remaining cell load would expire since the load life for a P300 load is only 2 months.
The concept is somewhat similar to the blog of my friend but his source material is Yahoo Messenger chat logs from his friends which he calls “SnapShots”. His blogsite is at sydrified.blogspot.com go check it out. It has some interesting (weird) stories about his interests and you might find some incriminating facts about me which I am seriously considering to be a basis for filing libel and malicious mischief charges against him, but that’s another story. Being a product (or by-product) of the internet revolution I also had some inspiration from social networking sites such as Facebook status messages (add me up) and Twitter (which I don’t use).
My oldest stored message is dated December 24 2007, that’s 1 year and 9 months worth of messages. If you compute it I receive an average of six messages a day (pathetic, right?), a very low number compared to the unli-text addicts and considering the fact that some of those messages are “immaterial” such as forwarded messages and the standard reply “k” which I won’t discuss obviously. I will only discuss share the significant texts and also group together the relevant topics since most text are a series of conversations to save space and time.
Without further ado, here are the first batch of messages I received with brief background stories, anecdotes and running commentaries on them.
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