Hello, Lovine.com

i just realized i get really cheesy and sentimental when i drink. i wanted to write about something but i forgot about it a few minutes after it spawned itself in the crevices of my brain, but mostly because the moment i thought about it, it dawned upon me how cheesy that thought was and so in a fit of self preservation i shunned it from the bud. maybe that's a bad thing, but when the moment really matters, nothing will get in its way, i feel. wow that last sentence had a lot of commas. or maybe its just me. and maybe its just you. maybe.

manila is so annoyingly hot. its damn humid and gross. you step outside of the office and then you're hit by a wall of warm suffocating air that clogs all your pores and makes you start sweating like a little hippo under the sun.. even without the sun out. i hate this weather, it makes me want to walk around with no shirt, but that won't do anyone justice because i'm currently nursing a baby beer belly. but at least, as my friend says, there's something to hold on to. i wish i had a sex pack. gotta start running soon!

dinner with anna and gladys was great. i needed something like that after a long shitty day.

despite the smolty weather (hey i made that word up just now.. cool beans), i still most definitely love it here because of three things. first is the food. how can you live without laing, kilawin, sisig, and everything? i'd die. second are the people. everyone's so real. everyone's such a colorful mix, but differences aside there's something that ties everyone together. last is mixing food, people, and beer.. people know how to have a good time. not that other people don't, but i'm just getting sentimental. i'm crossing my fingers for manila's tomorrow, but that's another story.

in the short span of time that we're awake, we string together all these waking moments into an endless tapestry of colorful misadventures.. albeit at times it may seem monotonous simply because you're stuck in the moment. but there are times that moment can be very defining. i think what's wonderful about the whole thing is that we have so much to learn: not only from your experiences, but sharing them with others. needless to say, i've had an interesting night ranging from secrets uncovered to a girl humping the car i was driving for tonight. very interesting i must say, although i get uncomfortable when the topic of conversation is a material possession.. i just don't want people to get the wrong impression.

all i really ever need is someone i can talk to, and share life. people with open doors, open minds, open souls. its a huge sea of people, but all you ever really need is a couple of beers and good conversation. :">

my head is literally numb - i can't feel the pounding in my head but i know its there. i was out drinking with citibankers last night.. one of them is getting married next week, and i met up with them after their bachelorette partay. there are moments that i'm really happy i am where i am.

and then there are those other moments. i'm bored with my life. i want someone to open me up, prod my insides, and rearrange the structures that make me stand up. i want to be shook up, turned upside down, and made to realize that i don't really know what i thought i did.

well, maybe i'm just bored. or maybe i'm just lonely. maybe i need another drink, but that's not gonna take me anywhere. i want to go someplace, i want to meet someone, i want to do something. i want to move... i want to exercise my life.

but you know what i really miss?

on those random afternoons that all classes are done, and the radio is pumping out curtis mayfield: if there's a hell below, we're all gonna go. j is cleaning the dishes, narcs is vacuuming, nick is polishing the tub and i'm scrubbing the toilet. there's a fresh round of beer chilling in 3 fridges in our apartment, and a jumble of shoes mar one end of the room because its absolutely forbidden to wear shoes on our hawaiian carpets. its that moment of tranquility before a night of drinking.. right now, i am terribly missing leavey 4.

happy birthday erika! through thick and thin, fitness and fatness, you're one of the bestest! mwah!

friday night was supposed to be superstellar. SPY was playing at the reggae festival at the NBC tent, and as if that weren't enough, there was also a wolfgang reunion gig at makati. well to make the long story short, i ditched both of them to spend some quality time with a friend. under any circumstance, i wouldn't miss spy nor wolfgang for the world - but our bonding moments while i snarfed down my quarter pounder and our observations after quietly sipping our beers in a remote place in quezon city made me realize that nothing in the world has meaning until you have a friend to share it with.

yesterday i tried hard to resist, but when they played bohemian rhaspody on the videoke mic, i'm sorry, i just had to go. mamaa! wooOoo..

i've been swamped with work since the beginning of the week, and i love it. for some reason all the cutoffs and random timely duties i need to accomplish fell around the same time frame, in addition to extra tasks that were assigned to me. i don't mind because i still have the nights to myself. besides, i'm a nerd like that. yeah.

being idle gets me really uptight. i need to be moving, thinking about new things, accomplishing tasks. sitting pretty for any extended period of time just scares me - i feel like i'm letting my youth pass me by. inside burns this unsatiable desire to figuratively dirty my fingernails, scratch and bruise my ego, but collectively assert through random experiences that yes, i am alive, that i am not stupid, that i can be of resource to the world. i remedy this restlessness by working hard when i can, but drinking more when humanly possible. just kidding!! *ick*

according to my friendster profile, yes, i do like picking my nose. and here i am with raya mananquil sharing the moment. yay! haha! click on us picking our noses, there are more pictures from wednesday night. it was an event for citibank, launching of our new mini visa card.

in all honesty, one of the biggest reasons i went was for the open bar.. and i wanted to see who the other citibankers were. anyway, the open bar pooped out really early so i had to shell out for a glass of wine to keep my sanity in check. manila is one crazy SOB i'd have to say. it's a wednesday night, and people are out partying. i imagine that its not even because of that event, but its really like that everyday of the week. i fear for my liver. help!

before i went to the event actually, i went to kathlyn's flat for dinner with mon and therese, and then to the airport to bid her goodbye. i'll see her in a couple of months, but i still miss that schmuck head. i've been promising to post pictures, but i'm having a hard time screening them. hee hee.

pictures from today's tutuban adventure are online. i'm severely pooped into poopless oblivion to be able to talk about our adventure in any coherent detail.. though i had a ball with alexis, genie, and naz!! they're really good company, i need to see these children more often.

i ended up buying a yellow t-shirt to test a lovine.com experiment, and the latest cosmo issue featuring genie's blind date. oh, and this morning, naz's article was front page on the lifestyle section of the philippine star. what can i say, these guys are heavyweights!

everyone's starting to leave! in a few hours, jonas will ship himself off to china. after him, kathlyn and jill are off to the states. who's next? hurrmm.

i have this burning desire to reassess the way i live my life. i'm weak to shun away the temptations of this sweet soul numbing nectar called beer, and it seems like i'm always out having fun, without really giving due notice to the fact that i am getting older with looming responsibilities. i feel like each passing moment is a wasted opportunity to actually try to do something significant with my life. instead, i end up quantifying the value of myself by spending it monkeying around with my friends.

i guess this partly explains my disposition towards movement. i can't stay anywhere too long. i get scared when i'm comfortable, when everything drones out into normalcy. it seems as though parts of the world blur when you see the same things over and over again, and i don't want that. i want to be successful, to be driven, to find out who i really am. and i'd love to be oh maybe 5 inches taller. haha!

interesting things happen when kathlyn is around. she's visiting manila for a week, because she has a business trip in hongkong. i swear to god this girl shows up in manila so randomly. the last time she was here two years ago, she popped up one random summer day out of nowhere. and now here she is, flaunting her new LA sculpted boob job. word!

her barkada seriously cracks me up.. i miss all of them! especially when we're all together! a crapload of us trooped over to their new condo in salcedo village for dinner. i'll post the pictures in a bit, as soon as i sort out the raunchy ones that will get these children in trouble. just kidding!! sexy in salcedo. lampungan sa lafayette. you children are so pretty, but just a little bit mental. and that's why i love you guys! quite a monday to kickoff the week, i reckon. :">

pictures from twisted halo are up! i should post more pictures from other weekend shenanigans, but i get too lazy. man. i better get with the damn program already.

well, here comes another week staring down at me. at least kathlyn's in town for a few days.. i hope i get to see her.

last night i was supposed to watch lowkey at big sky, but i ended up too intoxicated to stay. i've been drinking too much the past two days. i feel like i'm back in loyola.

can i just say.. big sky mind has the best potato chips in the whole world. period.

i got my NBI clearance today. there was no one there, and i got it in under 10 minutes flat out. the only problem was, i got confused with 'middle name'.. so idiot me, put 'lovine' as my middle name.. and the final print came out as "paul gopez y lovine".. i'm like what the fark! and then i remembered, shet middle name nga pala dito maiden name.. hassle. burat kasi mga tao sa states, iba yung gamit nila ng 'middle' name.. so i went back, made pa cute to the old ladies in counter number 3 and asked them to help me out. so a few smiles later, i got it fixed. no problem. score!

later, i'm off to twisted halo. i want to crop more of my hair. someone stop me.

damn you erika coronel.

bato bato pick + beer = bad news.

shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit i have work in a few hours.

i want to go home and sleep.