I think there really comes the time in the life of a woman when she will encounter, the D.O.M.

I have nothing against old guys, really. Any close friend of mine (probably about 5 people) will tell you I like hot guys; after which they get +'s according to certain criteria (+ if he looks gay, + if he's old, ++ if the dude's married, +++ if he has kids, etc). The deal with dirty old men, is that,

1. They act all pa-swabe, probably to overcompensate for their lack of that overrated commodity youth. Dude, you're old! Shouldn't you be comfortable with yourself by now?
2. They always manage to "accidentally" mention it in conversation how rich or successful they are. If you're gonna brag, don't be pretentious about it!
3. They think they can offer you something that you want. Like money. It's usually money. Blech!
4. It's destructive to a person that somebody would think of them like they would think of a whore. It casts self-doubt, and is insulting! It's like, when a D.O.M. preys on you, you look to yourself and think, "Do I look that poor? Do I look that desperate? Di naman ah..."
5. Even if you'd like to be friends with them, just for the sake of being friends with them, YOU CAN'T. I believe I don't have to explain this.

Okay, so maybe that's too strong of an opening statement. But! If you've seen the things we've seen and heard and deducted, then maybe you'll think twice about being adventurous and trying out this new player in the fast-food-steak industry.

The first time I tried it, was in Galleria, I was alone, and it was near closing time. So I kinda understood it that they didn't have any rice anymore for the meal, nor drinks, nor desserts. The girl at the counter looked stoned, too. She didn't sound apologetic at all that they were out. Okay then, I ordered a Diablo Burger. It wasn't spicy. At all. As in, Andie would have complained (she doesn't like spicy food the way I do.) If their condiment was Tabasco, I would have taken it out of revenge. But it was just, was it UFC or Mama Something? Anyway, I figured it was late and maybe they did sell out, which made me feel happy for them. The guy who was cleaning tables was as attentive as a 10 year old, so I had to bully him into giving me things like tissues, and following my order up. But he never complained or made a face, and since I was late, when I stood up to leave I left a kind word as well.

So. A while ago, Andie and I were hoping to catch a movie at Gateway, but we arrived to late, so we decided to just eat. Andie wanted meat, Pancake House was too expensive, and we were both not in the mood for House of Minis. We thought of Butter Diner, which was nearby at Shopwise, so we went in that direction. I saw TendeRoasts and was surprised since I was positive it wasn't there the last time I was around that area, which was fairly recently. (Gateway's like my new Katipunan.) Anyway, I said, "They serve steaks, wanna try it there?" and she said, "Okay."

We come in, and Andie asks (fairly loudly) what a mousshake is. Only, she pronounced it, "moo-sha-ke," not "moos-sheyk," so we had a laugh over that. Then we went up to order. I asked if the rice can be substituted to mashed potato, but the girl said they didn't have that anymore. She was fat and had a pimply, oily face, and rough hair. Andie placed her order, and the girl asked for drinks. Andie asked what flavors of shakes there were. Get this, she scratched her scalp with the pen she was holding and told us that the only available drink was iced tea. Andie said, "Okay, iced tea then." When she was gonna write that down, the pen wouldn't write, a testament to her oily scalp underneath that hair.

Okay, I'm not just being mean here. While she was taking our order, there was shouting from inside, from the dining area, it was just so disorganized. And the counter! It was in disarray, total mayhem. The platform thing, where the cook was supposed to put the orders that were up, was very small, but it wasn't the size that was worrisome; it was the pile of dishes that have gathered there. Get this, while we were paying, we saw the 'cook' put the order on top of the dirty dishes. That was just, so wrong.

Okay, by now we were both extremely queasy. Then, the other waitress girl comes into the dining area with some food and says loudly, "Number 66? Nasan ung number 66?," and Andie had this like wtf look on her face. We also noticed that a lot of people were antsy and have been waiting for their food a long time.

We offered all sorts of theories as to why the store was so disorganized, and why the staff were so.. not customer oriented. We would have left, except that we'd paid already. We asked if we can just get the order to go, and transferred to Butter Diner (original plan). Amidst chicken and eggs, we theorized who could be the owner, how the whole things reeked of no planning, no marketing research, etc. and how stupid it was that they have 2 branches (or maybe more) when their system is.. oh wait, what system? That probably the service people were hired through an agency and didn't receive any proper customer care training. That the rich stupid owner just put up his business and left it, never checked what was happening, no he was busy eating at all the posh places since he has so much capital since he can perform a fast and wide operation like that.

The meals now sit on a table across my laptop in their styrofoam packages, take note without the iced tea. Sad.

Theme song for the night: The Ordertaker by Parokya ni Edgar
Word for the night: Moo-sha-ke (distant cousin of shiitake)
Most disturbing thought of the night: What if Manny Pacquiao owns TendeRoasts?

"Don't you believe it? They say you only just start to die when you've realized you've died. Like that movie, Sixth Sense, you know?"

"Hmm.. well in that case, will someone who is alive and whose body is well be dead if he believes he's dead?

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"What?!?"

"Like, for example, if someone hypnotizes you to think you are dead. Or even if by sheer willpower, somehow your mind manages to convince your body that you have died... Will your body then suddenly stop breathing..?

"Hmm..."

"And, in the same way, if a man was living alone, and a serial killer attacks him in his sleep and takes away the body to hide the evidence, will he wake up the next morning? Well I mean, not exactly him HIM waking up, I mean, well his... 'consciousness'? Will it wake up and continue to go through its daily life..? Well, considering he's like a recluse or something like that...


"Really... You're a complicated person you know that?

My companion merely lifted the edges of his lips to smile, what I call his 'coy smile,' at me.

"Well, for the sake of discussion, there are numerous accounts of the second case happening, as is similar with the movie I mentioned awhile ago, the Sixth Sense." I looked at him to verify if he's understanding what I'm saying, to which he grinned his 'innocent grin' and nodded his head several times, indicating, he doesn't have a clue what I'm talking about.

"Gah, you're unbelievable! We really should go out more! Anyway, as I was saying, there are lots of accounts of paranormal experiences involving manifestations of people who have recently died. Also, there's literature on out of body experiences, so it's highly probable, using that logic.

"However for the first case, I have never really come across any experiment of observation wherein something like that happened. I mean, if we follow Darwinian theory, the instinct to survive in early humans was so strong, it got us here, to Homo Sapiens! You can't really control or fool your instinct, can you? As for hypnosis, well, as far as I know, if they did experiment using that then they must have failed cause there has been no record of anyone dying solely from hypnotism, ..well, that I know of."

All this time my companion has been staring intently at me, listening to every word I said, focusing intently on my face, my eyes, my mouth. I can feel his gaze like as if he was touching my face with his hands, his fingers caressing my hair, touching my lips, helping to draw out my words and thoughts. Being of a tendency to go on and on talking non-stop given the chance, I admire this quality of his that can swiftly shift from speaking mode to listening mode; it's one of his qualities I am jealous of, among other qualities of his, of course.

Now sensing that I have finished somewhat, with a glint in his eye paired with what I call his 'winning' smile, he spoke, "Then, shall we try out a little experiment ourselves?" From the edge of my vision I saw something glinting, something else, aside from his bright eyes and black hair that shines like silver in the moonlight.

It was a knife in his hand.

The last I remember seeing is red, all red, the splash of my blood serving as a sheer red screen to a new smile of his, the one I will never forget, and the one that, in that instant, I've decided to call 'snicker'.

If feelings can be let go of/ as easily as words/ I'd have said it so/ a long time ago.
If it can be done/ as one does with ropes/ I'd have done it already/ and swam to shore with you

But what is this game/ A meaningless tug of war/
Not giving in/ nor putting out/ it makes go awry
It's got to stop/ today/ it's got to-- 02/22

February 14, 2008

Many good things happened today.

1. CLOTHES: I got to wear a shirt at work that I would never wear at work had it been any other day. It's one of my current favorites right one, a recent ukay find! XD


2. MANGA: I bought 4 new manga volumes!!!


3. UPDATE: (<-- ?) Night Out at Cafe Xocolat!!!  Since I'm too lazy to cross-post,  I'm just gonna raise my arm and point to the link in the date of this entry.  It's gonna direct you to my Multiply page where I put the pictures and stuff. :)

Last Friday, as I was going home from work, my sister asked me to buy her favorite drink from CBTL, which would be Caramel Coffee Ice-blended.  As it was a warm night, I decided to have an ice-blended as well.  I saw a tasty-looking dish, Spinach Feta Quische, which I also got as well.  When they called my name, I checked the package, and noted the box underneath.  I touched it and it was cold, I was gonna ask the woman if they heated the quische, but I thought I might as well eat it cold, since I wanted to get home already.  Besides the girl was kinda cute so I admit I was distracted.

When I got home, lo and behold, the box wasn't for the quische, it was just a holder for the two drinks.    So i threw a hundred and five bucks down the drain.  Well after awhile I still couldn't get over it so I decided to go back, and Mi offered to accompany me.  We rode the jeep, but instead of Calumpang which goes nearer Gateway, we got on to a SIlangan jeep, which would drop us off at the jeep terminal.  Anyway, as we were nearing Ali Mall, I thought maybe we should get off from here than on the jeep terminal since we would have to pass by Farmer's Market, and that would be an olfactory treat.  So we told the jeepney driver, "Sandali lang po," which is what most people say when getting off at an uncertain spot (like when the driver wasn't able to properly go to the side). 

The moment my foot touched the ground I was like, "Did we pay..?"  and I sure as hell can't remember that we did.
Mi said, "I don't know..." and I know that she realized it too that we didn't.
...
"Walk away!  Walk away!!!" and we strode as fast as we can to the other side of the road facing Ali Mall.
It was only when we were near Meralco Araneta-Center extension office that we were able to burst out laughing loudly.

XP

AM BACK!!!!

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will be back-dating (?) soon. :)

November 8, when I, , officially became the owner of manga BOOKS! Books, volumes, tanks, whatever you call it, man! *swoons*

I could never make myself buy those 600 peso volumes... but I sure as hell would settle for 140 bucks!!! XD I bought three... :guilty

1. Gravitation vol. 4 (Murakami Maki)
Why I bought it:
a. It's 140!
b. It's Gravitation! XD
c. I didn't catch this part in the anime since in the ending, the CD kinda jizzled out.

2. Deus Vitae vol. 1 (Fujima Takuya)
Why I bought it:
a. It's 140!
b. The art's so pretty!!!

3. DOLL: IC in a Doll vol. 4 (Mihara Mitsukazu)
Why I bought it:
a. It's 140!
b. It's Mihara Mitsukazu!
c. Super pretty art! Gothic clothes and shit! Great writer too! --> this one's kinda redundant, since (b.) pretty much sums this up

XD XD XD XD XD

I can't believe PINK made me cry... xp

"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you