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On the dies natalis of Valentine, Presbyter, Martyr at Rome, in the Year of Our Lord, 2008, the Fourth of this Relationship

Valentines day.  Haaayyy!!!

We've been together for four years now, so no more cheesy stuff like teddy bears or chocolates or flowers (he's allergic to it).

So we just spent the day doing something very enjoyable to both of us.  And cultural, too!

We had dinner at Wok Inn, just across the street from the side aisle of the Church of Nuestra Senyora de los Remedios in Malate. Guys, if you haven't tried this resto, you still don't know what authentic Chinese food is. According to my Jon, it's a lot better than North Park. It's not cozy, but the atmosphere is intimate, like a family diner or something. And the place is soooo affordable!!! We spent less than PhP700 for three dishes, chao fan for two, and four iced tea glasses. (Unfortunately, they don't have bottomless). I would recommend the stuffed squid. It's soooo gooooddd. Thinking about it makes me hungry. God, I wonder when we can go back there.

Then we went to our newest favorite hang-out place: Mr. Lady, one of the newest sing-a-long bars cum variety show place. It's in the tradition of the Japanese bars where our sister Filipino (or should I say Filipina?) trannies go to work. They've tried to re-create the atmosphere, from the way the ladies treat you to the way  the waiter serves you drinks on his knees. And the shows! My God! I just love the music, the production, and the costumes. For a moment there I thought we were in Nihon.

Almost all the ladies there have been to Japan and worked in a similar establishment. This one, apparently, was opened by an entertainer who used to work for one. And the name was taken from a similar type of bar in Tokyo. Mind you, that one is the most famous of it's type there. The owner, by the way, is more beautiful than 75% of the females I know.  (Hehehe, pasintabi po.)

The only sad thing is that only a few people know about this place, and so they rarely get filled up, despite the hard efforts put in by the ladies. But I know one day they will be known more.

One more thing: on the way to the bar (which is, by the way, on top of Padi's Malate) are photos of the ladies. Some manongs have already fallen victim to their beauty, not knowing what the ladies really hide under their skirts. Ha! Buti nga sa kanila! Mga manyak!

Then, after watching the two sets of shows from the ladies of Mr. Lady, we went off...

But that's another story. Bug me, and I might tell you.

Or not.

;-b

A Surreal Dream Sequence 2-3-2008

i was asleep on my bed...

suddenly i woke up, but somehow i feel that i'm not really awake. the bed seems smaller. from queen size it now looks like a single. i turn to my right. i have a new shelf? and on the shelf are icons, ones that i've never seen before.

beside the icons is a bioshpere (wait, i told myself, i don't have a biosphere). in it is a type of seagrass. i've never seen one, but it just registered as seagrass. i look at it, then somehow drift again to sleep within my sleep.

i am "woke up again." i look towards the foot of the bed where the pc is. i know my bf is using the computer. he always does whenever he's here. i can hear the tapping on the keyboard. but i don't see him.

i fall "asleep" again...

i was "roused" by a loud sound. but i feel like i'm the only one who heard it. i look towards the door. it was open, and beyond it i can see a saber-toothed feline, and somehow it just registered that this is the same animal that attacked yummy steven straight in his new movie, something BC. anyway, it growled at me. i turned and saw a door opening from my room to the kitchen (as if there really was one) and shouted at my mom to get to safety. i still can't find jon, my bf. but i feel that he's somewhere safe.

the giant cat is banging the door...

and i woke up.

this time for real...

FUGUE

sometimes i just feel like running away from it all

forget everything

start anew

start fresh

tabula rasa

forget everything that ever went wrong in my life, move to a place no one knows me and start over

create my life and personality from scratch, but learning from the mistakes in my past

wouldn't that be nice?

no one talking about you, the mistakes you've made; no one blaming you; no one giving a damn that you might commit the same mistakes again

but then i realize: who will i turn to (except YHWH) when i need someone; who will care for me; whom will i care for?

can i be sure that i've learned from the past and that i'll be better?

dunno

Walter H. Miller, in his psychosis, could be right: we're bound to our fate, our destiny.

might as well make the most out of it.

oh well...

can i start this blog all over again?