holy dog, saint horse

about a couple of weeks ago, i went out with a friend who has been my friend for a long time but one whom i've never met in person. thank the irc/ym for that set up. there's actually another one that i've yet to see in the flesh despite the fact that we're both in manila now. been friends with her since 1998 i think, and there's quite a story in there too but i'll tell you about it when i do get the chance to physically interact with her. i guess maybe she doesn't want to see me or something like that. or busy as hell like me. (busy, busy, busy! i'm getting tired of that word) anyways, this friend that i managed to wrangle and spend time with me didn't look like the rock chick i was expecting her to be, you know, tats and piercings, eyeliner and stuff. anyways, we scampered to the cool place named saguijo and had a couple of rounds of beer while some local bands performed. dong abay of the late yano did his thing, which was cool, refused to sing their big hit in the past. hence, this entry's title. but hold your hamsters, that's not just it. it does have a connection with what i'm about to tell you now...

but first, welcome again to my blog. there will be no talkbacks today. i'll just ramble on about the recent past, which explains why i haven't been blogging lately. the story of my life, one that at first i was reluctant to tell. but fuck it, people need to know about stuff like this. one of the many reasons why: it could actually save lives. have i piqued your interest enough? intrigued enough to stay and read on? is the suspense killing you yet? should i go ahead and type the darn thing instead of asking these questions? okay! here we go.

wait. one of the factors that hindered me from doing any personal activities is the avp i was tasked to edit for our family company's 50th anniversary. that meant lack of sleep for days because i still went to work at night, which caused me to miss its presentation after i've finished it a little over an hour before. anyways, on to the main course.

if the chair you're sitting on has seatbelts, i highly recommend buckling up.

for unnecessary artistic purposes (my blog, my rules), to view the message you have to use your mouse to highlight it. start after the x below.

x i have left layla because she cheated on me with a guy who is married and has a kid, and now she's telling me she's pregnant with my son and she wants to abort it.

that's it. details next time.