Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Driving in the City (Redux)

For the first time, I went driving in Makati without my mom or my brother in tow. Well, actually, this is the second time. The first time was when I treated my friends to Friday's in Makati. I didn't tell my mom that Iw as taking the car there. She assumed that I was taking it to Ayala Alabang which I usually do anyway.

This time around, I went to Kamuning in Quezon City. Sam was with me (on both counts). Namely because I wanted to make sure that I wasn't by myself. Good thing too because it was pouring that afternoon. Of course, I could have done without his impression of how he would react if Geoff were sitting beside him. I hadn't realized there were so many billboards along EDSA that had his picture.

On this second sojourn, we went to the Open Meet of AEGIS. I hadn't been one before. It went fine but I was alseep through most of it. I hadn't had much sleep that morning and I ate a late but heavy lunch. I was able to join in a game at the end but we had to cut it short because it was supposed to end by 12am.

On the ride back, with the gang in tow, we dropped off Isha at Starbucks in Metrowalk and proceeded to Tahanan to have the game. My passengers passed the time by inventing words like "chavak" (which means chubby na bakla) and charaight (which means chubby na straight). Damn! I wonder if this is how all those gay lingo came about.

It was a thrill driving along Edsa and South Super Highway. I hope to do it again soon.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Garden Gallery

















Time Off Work

I decided to take some time off work. I needed the rest. I spent most of it sleeping, though. Afterwards, I treated my mom and my brother to Starbucks for some coffee, tea and pastry. The aftermath you can see below.



I bought the bread from Breadtalk, my favorite pastry shop. Their Floss is delicious. You should try it. The place seems to be of Singaporean or Japanese origin. The place has an air of sophistication. It reminds me of how people thought the future would be in the 1970s: clean, white and orderly. Their selection is a bit pricey, but varied and unique.

I would put a picture of their pastries here but no cameras were allowed inside. Go figure.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Mean People

Bored one night, I was browsing the profiles of people on Friendster. For those of you living under a rock, Friendster is this website where you can create a profile for yourself where you can meet people thru friends and friends of friends and friends of friends of friends and so on. Of course it has evolved since then to include resumes, classified ads, etc. It's also got a whole slew of competitors who have jumped in on the bandwagon to prove the "small world" phenomenon is true.
Being the self-confessed freak that I am with nothing to do, I made a search for people who had interests in sex. Needless to say, there were a lot. So I narrowed it down to women in the Philippines. There were more than a thousand entries so I filtered it some more to include those with pictures. I managed to narrow it down to 24 pages with about 10 entries per page. So that gives us 240 people.
But you know what's disturbing? It's not the fact there are women here outright advertising for sex. It's the fact about 80% of this is slander. As I read thru the profiles, I realized that the people featured there aren't the ones who set it up. They're inconsistent and they don't match the profile. At some point, they would refer to themselves in the 3rd person. That may just be a grammar problem but it makes one wonder.
I mean, wouldn't you be discreet about it? Or at the very least, tasteful about what you put in there. For example, I've never seen the lesbian and bi women there refer to themselves as sluts or nymphos. It's obvious that people who would refer to themselves as one or the other are disturbed or painfully honest.
That I do think is that these people are the victims of other people who have it in for them. A jealous lover or broken-hearted ex or sociopathic rival. To go this far to work out your frustrations is really disturbing. Is it too much to ask that they work it out more positively? I guess so, considering the number there.