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Since last night, i've been reading previous posts from my blog. While i was reading, i was trying to remember the events that led me to write them. Most of the entries i remembered vividly, but some surprised me. I couldn't even hear my voice when i was reading it!
Call me vain, but i actually found the entries interesting. Some though was just a bore. (don't lie now...) I've kept this for 3 years already and i don't think i'll be resigning from this anytime soon. I may be writing less and less now. Maybe because i drown myself with only two things now, my work and ian. Not healthy, i realize that now. So i made an effort last saturday. I called up jinky and dragged her out of her house for a beer. (which she ended up making libre with her magical coupons...).
Something came over me that night and i was giddier than ever. Jinky and i couldn't stop talking even when yogi finally dropped by. It was wierd. It was comforting.
It made me look back at how we were then. Always out and about looking for the next adventure. and then there we were at Cable Car talking about migrating, finances...
As i looked back through my blog, i try to write as passionately as i can. But instead i spent a long time staring at the white screen of my computer.
Nothing. Not that there aren't any new and exciting stories to tell but i don't feel like writing.
How could i have wrote so well then and find myself clueless now?
Maybe this is me jaded. After 3 years i finally realize that it's always the same story.


- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

tattoed ian

Ian finally got a tattoo. It was a design he made himself for one of the comic books he and Mervs are doing right now. Shet kainggit. It looks great!!!
It was done by one of the more popular tattoo artists around, Joe S. (Known for being the one who does the Greyhounds and Wolfgang's tattooes-- hope i'm right here). And just his luck, Joe's studio is just in BF.
Ian, Afro and Cent dropped by the house for a little show and tell. Unfortunately, Afro's girl didn't want him to get another one... When i asked if it hurt during the process, he said that it just felt like sunburn. And even got ticklish at some parts.
"No, really... did you cry?" i asked in disbelief. "Hindi ha! ..." and Ian started sniffling. But he was really ok.
Tsk. Kainis. Just in time for the beach this summer.

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

remembering

I remembered something today. As i was browsing through a newly introduced magazine, i saw him and remembered he was part of an interview.
I was laughing through the entire article. Their answers were so perverse i couldn't help but crack up in the office.
But then i also remembered what happened that night they had the interview. I remember being so worried that night cause he didnt tell me where he was, or what he was doing. I remember being so desperate i had to call his bestfriend just to ask where he was. I remember getting mad. And i remember crying.
After the agony, he finally texts me. It was so deadma to all the missed calls i've made. It felt so cold. I try calling him again. He picks up and his voice sounded so disturbed. I asked what happened. What was wrong?
He didn't know. He had issues, he said. And i asked why he didnt tell me. Why he couldn't tell me. At least where he was or what he was doing. Concern started to evolve as an argument and for the first time i got angry. He yelled. I yelled back. Through the tears i had the courage to yell back.
He apologized and we never got to talk about what happened that night during the interview.

Maybe until tonight.

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.