For the one who got away...

In your life, you meet a lot of people, some you meet just by merely walking past them or some you just had a small talk with while waiting on a long line down at the coffee shop, some you meet when you go to school or work and some people you don’t even know but somehow you saw them somewhere which means for that sole reason they affected your life. Then you have friends, the people you choose to be with, the people who you need not to tell your problems and be there, the people who help you just by being there without them knowing that they are already helping. Then you’ll meet the first person who you think you “love” or perhaps you were truly in love, depends on how you see “love” itself. Then there goes the series of bitter sweet events, your first kiss, your first love, your first heartbreak, the first girl you lost your you-know-what to, and then the one you exchanged vows with, the one who will be there, your soulmate if you will…and ultimately, there is always the one that got away…

It’s been a long year and a half since I first saw Miss Natasha Maria Marquez Laxa. We were in love, that I am sure of. It may have been love at first sight, or second. She lives in London, and I, here in Philippines, we first saw each other when she was here on a December vacation, then eventually, she needs to go back to London. I’ve never been engaged on a long distance relationship before, or a “long” relationship on that matter. So basically, she was definitely a first. We were so in love, so in love that it’s safe to say that we are crazy in love. Our worlds revolved at each other, she was practically my life and I, hers. We waited for our time, the time when we will finally see each other as lovers. Days felt like months and months felt like years-an unavoidable cliché. That time came and all was perfect. Nothing can bring as apart, nothing’s gonna stop our love struck hearts, nothing… nothing but time, it was a month of happiness, a month of love, but the last day was an inevitable heartbreak. She was gone.

She’s back in London and our journey resumes. I wouldn’t want to write about all the things that we’ve been through, all that will remain, of course personal and private. We had our ups and downs, we had our share of faults and deficiencies but relying on love alone, our love survived a few more months. Love isn’t enough, it never was. Sometimes, even if you do everything in your power to save something, it is never enough. Even if you put your whole life into something, if it’s not for you, then it’s not, simple and cruel as that. I was never the perfect guy for her, I did hurt her, I did something and didn’t do that really wounded her… but I promise to you, my precious readers that I’ve done everything in my power to heal those wounds. But then what was that quote on that lady gaga song? "Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker’s reflection." And no, just for the record, I didn’t cheat on her. Trust doesn’t solely mean that the other cheated the other. The love was still there, but not as bright as before. I think we will both agree that we had the right love in the right time but in the wrong fucking place. And I guess it’s too much for her to wait for someone that long or perhaps it’s my fault for not being someone worth waiting for. We had our love and now it is gone. We had a wonderful love story but sadly it ended tragically. I want to apologize to the readers for the lack of information written on this note. I hope you respect that I choose to keep some vital peaces private. I don’t even know why the hell I’m writing this. I just think it’s unfair not to end our love story here in FLIP seeing as I shared the first happy chapters. I expect you guys to wish the both of us good luck! And let this story be a collection of advices, lessons and guidance to anyone who is ready to feel the wrath of the cursed Love.

I would like you all flip readers to bear with me for this one very special moment. I ask you to get something, any kind of drink, a cola, coffee, juice or anything you can get out of your kitchen and join me on this final toast…

“for the irreplaceable someone who got away”

*tears and applauses*

JB+NAS

there is no snow here in ph so.... who wrote this then? hmm.. she's so sweet=] wish i could write on baha (flood, coz that's the closest thing we have to snow) to show her my appriciation. lol

come to think of it, my name already got to London and see snow but still i haven't done both. wtf!?

01/30/09 imba

Part VII

This post is written because Migs insisted on it. He texted me saying that I need to post something because my blog is getting dull, but actually I figured out his “hidden agenda” and that is; to be finally mentioned on my blog! Fortunately, I’m on the “mood” to write at that time, when I was lying on the sofa, waiting for my breakfast, the T.V. was on, talking about anger management or something, but I wasn’t really watching… we just got home from manila by the way. And this is actually the ending of the story. So I’ll just start from the beginning…

Part I

It was planned that my friends in pampanga (Keith, Migs, Biboy, Einar and Adams) will go to manila to shop, then go clubbing, then go to a casino, then play dota. It was Friday, I woke up at around 5pm, yup, my body clock is on London time, courtesy of Ms. Natasha Laxa, my girlfriend who lives in London, coz we’ve been chatting/texting forever (still texting her while writing this draft, and while rewriting it on my laptop). I’ve been sleeping and waking like this for two weeks now, I know right? Unhealthy for the body, but I say it’s healthy for my heart.XD (tweetums cheesiness). Now back to the story… (here I jumped off the sofa to eat my favorite breakfast which is tuyo (dried lil fish) and scrambled eggs with onions)……[eating]……(back on the sofa, feeling fuckin full!) where was i… oh yeah, so I woke up at 5pm, Keith, a.k.a. Kate-that’s how Filipinos pronounce Keith, texted me, that they will be in Manila in an hour. I was alone in my room, Tash, a.k.a. Natasha, a.k.a. my boo, is still asleep, and it’s already 9am there in London. Not to mention she needs to go to work that day, okay I’ll stop here, I’m writing too much when I’m talking about my girl! Lol. Just bear with me, the blogger is hooked! Lol. So I just surfed the net to burn some time. At around 6, they texted me that they are already at the mall, which comes first before my place (that explains why they didn’t pick me up first, then go to the mall) so I lay there in my room, waiting for the time to pass by, and waiting for Tash to wake up! They kept on asking me if we’re already on the guest list in club Embassy. So I texted my friend and my cousin to confirm if we’re on the list… to make the long story short, we end up having two separate lists under two different people, meaning there are two sets of lists that has our names on it-which became unexpectedly useful later on the story.

The Fort

(I am very lazy, tired and sleepy at the moment so I’ll just shorten the whole story) after the mall, they went straight to my place. By this time, I’m already chatting with Natasha, while my friends are ransacking my fridge. Eventually, we are now going to the fort, we decided to have dinner there so that we’ll be near Embassy already. On the way there, we got lost. Lol. I insisted on buying a friggin map but they never listen! They preferred guessing if we’ll go right, straight or left, that’s 33.3% chance that we’ll get it right, but there are lots of right turns, left turns and straights so it doesn’t really work that way. So yeah, we wasted time and gas. We arrived at the fort at around… 10pm? I’m not really sure, but I guess it doesn’t really matter. We had dinner at Gerry’s grill, man we were so full! Embassy is just a 10 minute walk from Gerry’s, so me, Einar and Adams decided to walk through High Street (it’s like Philippine’s Rodeo Drive [my opinion]) but Keith, Biboy and Migs, the heavy weight’s of our group, decided to take a cab to go to the car! Redundant right? (here I decided to go to sleep then continue this draft when I feel like it)

[sleeping]

(and now I woke up, had dinner [coz it’s already 6pm] and now, back to writing)

Embassy

Eventually, we arrived at Embassy at around 11:30pm? We came early to avoid the stupid looooong line. We have a little problem though, Migs forgot to bring an I.D.! This means he won’t be able to get in! Here comes the unexpectedly useful duplicate list; our names are listed under two persons, one is Kat Zulueta and the other, Ivan Zalameda. So me, Einar, Keith, Biboy and Adams told the lady in the counter that we are under Kat Zulueta, so the lady already crossed out our names in the list to avoid duplication, but they don’t know that there is still a duplicate list under Ivan Zalameda. Here is our plan, Migs is going to use Einar’s other I.D. to get in; he actually looks like Einar on the picture. Though they don’t look alike in person, which is good because our plan is to make two Enar Feliciano’s! at first, Migs is too scared to take that risk. But coach Einar told him some inspiring things to him to build up his confidence (it reminds us of a scene on coach carter. Lol) after 15 mins on the line, (because the line got longer while Migs is still gathering all his courage) he fortunately fooled Embassy! We just witnessed a boy turned into a man older boy. Lol. While in the club, they had a couple of bottles and I just smoked my lungs out, because I don’t really drink. I just flaunt my moves coz I just love the attention! Lol. The place was packed with hot ladies, but who cares!? My girl is hotter! Bwahahahaha! Migs and Keith had their “fun”. Lol. We decided to took off after just an hour and a half or so, coz we still have other plans on our itinerary.

Hyatt

We got lost again….lol. well fortunately, we made it to the casino, I just love the ambiance, we are surrounded by cigarettes, cards and money…ahhhhh…nirvana. lol. Here’s the long story shortened: everybody loses except Einar. I won’t post the actual amount in case our parents might stumble upon my blog! lol










DotA

After the gruesome defeat on the casino. We decided to go meet our DotA opponents at the famous (for DotA players)/ unknown (for everyone else) Pacific Suites. The team was balanced, it’s going to be me, Keith, Migs, Biboy, and his brother Archie against Einar, Adams and three of our friends there in Pacific. The game started, at early game, it was a one sided battle in favor to the enemy, but we never give up… in mid game, hope was found! At end game, we slaughtered them! Bwahahaha!


Home

On the way home… we got lost again! Lmfao! When we reached pampanga, me and Migs got home first because our house is nearer. I then asked the maid to cook me some tuyo and scrambled eggs. I sat on the sofa, turned on the T.V., then after a few minutes, I received a text message from Migs… now read the post all over again! Lol

Tweetums fact: Tash and I are exchanging text messages the whole time. Even while I’m writing all of this on my notebook. We’ve been like this for two weeks now. I love my boo and I love my London body clock! Lol

pictures from that night:



Fucking long post ay?

The day he asked my mom the question

Ms. Natasha Laxa, author

How can I carry on our love story?

Her 5hours at work

the day was normal nothing special. She just had a decent day at work, finally had a talk with her manager and was said she was top sales person for the store =]. And personal targets had been exceeded =]. Which I was surprised because I didn’t actually expect it... But she had a good day and realized a lot. And left things behind that needed to be left behind... Whilst texting him at work, smiling and getting butterflies because of the overly sweet text's that he had been sending, had been making her day go by quicker and happier whilst being another form of inspiration to do well at work...Work had finished and I decided to go home, but then again my mom had called and said we would go eat nandos (for those who don’t know it’s a famous chicken place here in London which is so nice like really nice)..

Dinner at nandos with mom and Auntie Nina

what can I say I was so hungry, not really talking to them just eating. But then I realized let me just tell my mom I have someone new now=]. I couldn’t be happier to tell them about him. And how he is showing good will and has goals in his life and also has talent. Saying how he lives nearby to where we live. Also saying I had met him through my cuz gum (renz). Couldn’t be happier with meeting him. (But yea. that’s just derailing me of my story) they though he was young but I was like no he is not, he’s 19. =]. Carried on telling what they asked... whilst i was eating and telling mom and auntie about JB... i was texting him. (As usual we are texting 24/7 so that we keep the spark alive). He said mention this mention that =]. So I did. They seemed pleased...

his intro to himself began...
he then asked me

JB: "ur with them na? paki sabi "gud evening po tita n tito n kuya richard" nd d ako na22log 4 u my baby" (trans: i won’t go to sleep 4 u my baby)
but he didnt realise that i wasn’t with my dad or kuya i was just my mom and auntie Nina (mom of gum aka renz) i told him that i wasn’t with them then he just replied to me
JB: " i didn’t know nanjan din pala mom ni gum! lols paki sabi "mayap a bengi pu kekayu titas" =] (trans: i didn’t know gums mom is there lol please say "good evening to you aunties"

they ended up saying the same thing back to him. so i texted him back saying that they said the same thing back to him as a pleasant reply. man if you would see the smile on my face, it’s just like wow..i was happy that he formally introduced himself to my mom and auntie even if it was just by a simple text saying hello. By the time i had got home from work and eating, we were still texting he then asked me:

big moment question was then asked

JB: lam ba nilang tau na? if not paki sabi " pede ke pung paglolon ing malagu nyung anak" (trans: would it be okay if i go out with your pretty child).
in between i told my mom “read please” he texted you this and read. as she was being lazy i read it to her instead and she gave me the answer; as long as he takes care of me and don’t do what the last one did.

TASHA: i replied my mom said yes as long as you take care of me. (i was also thinking wow as simple as that she said yes to him)
straight away i texted him i was happy meaning my mom knows about their daughter Natasha and jb being together =].

he replied
JB: "hey does this mean legal na tau!? ha? ha? ha? inaantok n ko pero bigla akong nagising! pinabasa mo?! meaning lam nya n tau na?!?! holy! this is too good to be true! effing surreal man! ang saya saya ko right now! possibly d most happiest moment in my life! NO im positive! the happiest moment in my life so far =].(trans: hey does the mean we are legal now? ha ha ha? I’m sleepy but i all of a sudden woke up! did you let her read it.? meaning she knows its us now? holy! this is too good to be true! effing surreal man! I’m so happy right now. possible the most happiest moment in my life! no I’m positive the happiest moment in my life so far!)

i was thinking to myself. "omg i couldn’t be happier as well. smiling from ear to ear. was like a smile that i haven’t had in this context like from a guy in a long time"
that was such a perfect end to a perfect day. i was so happy. and still am happy to this moment of me writing this blog. it still gives me the feeling that i felt when first reading it. i would read it over and over again and still get the same feeling. but i guess he’s someone who knows the real meaning of someone... till this moment we are still non-stop texting butterflies feeling... smiling constantly even if he is thousands of miles away from me in Philippines and i am in london. one blink of an eye we will see each other soon.

our potential love story isn’t a potential one. IT IS A LOVE STORY. =]

jasha love team =]

JB + NATASHA

signed Natasha Maria Marquez laxa writer...=]

XOXO

Part I

1st night at the club (which became more than a club for us XD) at first, everything seems normal, normal in the sense that I wasn’t expecting anything special to happen or to meet anyone special on that matter. All seems… yup normal, until I saw this girl on the next table, I know, it is normal to see a pretty lady in the club, but she ain’t no ordinary girl. One look at her, I knew there’s something different, in which you can’t define different, basically, I didn’t know what I really felt that time, but I was positive that t’was a good thing, but I was wrong, it was a great thing actually!

After minutes of checking her out secretly, (coz this dude beside her kept staring at me when I’m staring at her) I saw my friend Gum, sitting there in the same table! I was like, ‘Holy! He knows her!’, then Gum approached me. Course I asked who’s the girl, DRUMROLL* turns out she is his cousin from London! I was like, damn! I love London and I love her! Lol. Oh yeah, the guy sitting beside her is actually her older brother! Hahahaha. So after knowing that she ain’t got a date, I was like ‘yo Gum, can you introduce me to your cousin?’ then he said ‘you want to? She likes guys who can dance’ (Gum have seen me dance, he knows I’ve got some moves. Lol) then I said ‘are you saying she likes me?’ then he was like ‘dunno’ with a mocking grin to back his answer up. I took that as nothing when I should be gathering my guts to introduce myself! Lol. Here’s a revelation, I’m a very shy person when it comes to that area, I mean, basically, I don’t have the guts to introduce myself to pretty ladies! Lol. After a couple of minutes of just staring at her, my friends decided to go to a near casino, I decided to stay for two reasons, because I don’t gamble and because I’m still gathering all the guts I can get to be able to approach my lady!

My friends got back with wide smiles on their faces, fortunately they won big time. XD. Yes, I’m still on a corner, thinking what to say to her, how pathetic. T.T

So the first meeting didn’t go well. To worsen my despair, I learned that she’ll be back in London in a couple of weeks. I was beginning to lose hope…

JB-zero

Part II

2nd night at the club (yup, the same club as before) this time, I’m with my friends from manila, my condo mates. I wasn’t really expecting to see her again because I assumed that she already left the country. While I was greeting my other friends (I got loads of friends that hang out at that club) I saw her again with her cousins, I instinctively, almost immediately told my friends that I’ve been wanting to know her. Then Gum appeared again, and then he was like, ‘she’s here with us, want me to introduce you to her?’ unfortunately, my shyness got the best of me, I said no. Fuck me right?

I partied “normally” with my friends, not thinking about her, thinking that it’s already too late for our “formal introduction”. They took off before us, after a couple of minutes we decided to go as well. I think I should mention that two of my friends threw up due to the margarita that my friend (dj johenn) offered them. Lol. So while my friend was throwing up at Jollibee (funny right?) Gum texted me, he asked ‘is your friend throwing up? Look up, we’re here at coffee academy, 2nd level’. Coffee Academy is just across the street in front of Jollibee, so I crossed the highway to meet him, and hopefully to see her. Unfortunately Gum went down by himself, he even asked me, again, if I would want to go upstairs and, yup, finally meet his cousin, and again, I said no! fuck me again! Well, because I’ll be too shy being introduced to her in front of her cousins! I’ll probably go red, maroon maybe. End of chapter II.

JB-still zero.

Part III

Everything’s back to normal, I’m here in manila again, cutting class. God’s grace shined upon me! I saw her on friendster! On my who’s viewed me list! I was like yelling ‘London crush viewed me on friendster!!!’. So I send her a message right away! (uh huh, got the guts to do that! Lol) and then she replied almost immediately, meaning she’s online! So I asked her if she got yahoo messenger, she gave it to me. Then after that, everything falls into place, just how I wanted it to:)

JB-Natasha

There are lots of untold revelations here. I didn’t write em coz I would love it if she’ll be the one confessing them! Right honey bun? XD

We’ve been chatting and texting constantly frequent now. Hope you guys liked our little story. And yes, this one’s a potential love story. lol

xoxo

From your girl next door (but all the way in london)

Ms. Natasha Laxa, author

Where can i start. Mr John Benjamin Lazatin Narciso. [ wow i called you via your full name] first time i had actually seen you was while i was on holiday just a few weeks ago clubbing in a club called S Club right =]. Last time i had seen you was just last week. That's just a memorable place now. Well for me at least. What can i say. I met you through my cuz gum but not really seeing as he didn't even introduce us or you couldn't introduce yourself and neither could i. But that's okay. Better late than never right =]. As i said before you seem like a very intelligent, sweet, funny, CHEESEY so far that's what i can describe you as=] but i know there's more words i can describe you as. =]. I love your photography. Your a real artist and has a thing for art, we are the same there =]. Artists admire other artist’s work like i do to your work =] guess you didn't know that huh. First saw you move to Chris brown – Forever in sclub i was like.. “hmmmm” LOVE IT. =p “this guy who i think looks ‘guwapo’ can dance really good, i would have loved to see more”. What else can i say, I guess we have the same passion for beaches being a paradise and a love for dance. Still haven't had that first dance. Should come soon tho =] i hardly saw you out and about but the moments that i did see you was like.. my eyes were glued to you. Its like.. “will he ever look at me – will we ever talk – will he ever look back – will he ever look at me” then i thought not. But i guess i was mistaken till this day I'm writing it.. i will say it again seeing as i just read something. I LOVE YOUR CHEESEYNESS [sorry i don't know if its a word but its my word]. LOVE IT BOO =] . for me its like we have known each other for a long time already. Its just so casual how we talk . your like the easiest person to talk to.. your also the first person who i have seen who looks guwapo [ good looking ] after no sleep for like 35hours=]. Your definitely appreciated not just by me but by many =]. Your such a simple guy and that's what i like about you..hmm what else could i say ?? first thing that made me laugh and thought wow we will click is.. your post on this blog of yours.. you said.. “I'm expecting a special guest from london. XD welcome to my blog:) feel free to read my nonsense posts! lol say hi to harry for me! Lol” that couldn't have made me laugh so much. I'm glad I’ve met you. I can see your slowly becoming special to me when i mean special very special..i just hope you don't leave and stay F.O.R.E.V.E.R. =] you have got the cutest smile. Especially in the picture where you haven't had any sleep for 35hours. Still looking good =] that's like my fav pic of you so far. i think right now I'm talking non-sense but who cares. I actually loved reading your blog. Something to do and pass time by.. i think i should just stop now just in case you get bored. Or people who read this get bored. But i don't want to be too sweet. Because you know anyways how sweet i can be =]. Sweet like candy. =] wow i'm catching on your cheesyness =] but I LOVE IT =]..

i hope your like what i have just written to you. =] nothing too exaggerated, something simple. You know we have our lil memories.cheesey but we LOVE IT =]..

from your girl next door [but all the way in london] . & h0ney bun =p

Ms Natasha Maria Marquez Laxa

Why I blog

here are reasons why I blog.

• to flaunt my unappreciated talent.
• to impress my girl-friends (friends that are of the opposite sex)
  
• blogging is a great way to show your intellectuality.
  
• to share my thoughts with a twist of wit and humor.
• to improve my english (my dream is to become a 24/7 call center agent [not really, no])
• to be called a "writer".
• to kill my boredom.
• because writing in the net is free, plus my shiznit is well preserved here than in my starbucks planner.
• because somehow, I have readers. XD
• to be famous, hopefully I'll have a chance to meet Maja Salvador by then. (all this for you my love)
• because blogs are unpublished books. meaning, if Michael Crichton (RIP) is a normal teenage boy of our generation with limited budget, he'll be starting his career here in blogger! lol
  
• I'm hoping that I'll be the next Neil Gaiman, or better yet, the first JB Narciso.
  
• for money, sex and power! bwahahahaha! joking! lol
• the money part is true though, coz I accept gifts on envelopes. XD
  

The other side of the JBJ story

Joyce Alviar, author

Here’s a diary-like story about a pair of new shoes, palpitating hearts and a lot of nonsense humor.. oh and by the way this post shall serve to be "the other side" of the JBJ story...

It all started when my friend JB "called" moi (as opposed to what he said that he TEXTED me.) Btw, he does call for me when he needs me... i just wanted to stress that he can get too desperate at times...Lol. I got nothing to do that night and I was bumming in front of the tv the moment i answered the rascal's call. I was obviously available, so I said yes. I wanted to do something else so i thought going to the mall wasn't bad at all (going out with him would be.. Lol.)

JB as the usual pain in me ass wanted me to go pick him up! what a prick! I'm fine with it though, since the way to the mall would mean passing by his place... oh yeah, Not a gentleman (not the reason why I broke him off though...Lol.) I arrived at his place the way he narrated it...

We chatted on and on inside the cab... Here goes a revelation~~he tried to hold my hand, right hand to be exact. My hand went off of his, as my initial reaction. Boy was he persevering Lol. I remember making my jokes work just to derail him off that awkward scene...

JB and I finally arrived the glorious location and decided to puff some cigarettes before entering (it's true that we're smoke machines.) The Hell with the signs, cause everywhere we spot a place to smoke we see a sign that says "Thank you for NOT smoking" ... But actually what we're meaning to say was... "We're NOT smoking you dummy... we're BREATHING!"Lol.

While inside the mall, my first instinct was to hold his arm like i always do with anyone I'm with when strolling the mall. (Girls do that since childhood ya know, with our dolls locked in one arm... I must've grown up with it.) As the devil have said it, we kinda looked like a couple... We're sure are cute for two ugly people (I take back my part on this phrase Lol.) While we were hopping from one store to another we noticed people staring at our locked hands. I wanted to laugh because I tried making guesses of what they were thinking while looking at us... everything I guessed only serves for my vanity...Lol. But what Jb and I have is only philial, that they cannot understand and it was like trippin strangers.

After Store hopping for shoes we went coffee shop hopping... (hey there Jb that's a good tongue twister [nonsense].) Here we talked of random things that made the people on the other table stop from their conversation and just listened to our sensible topics. and after realizing they were listening we crack ourselves with Fuckin corny jokes!! You guys know how this work, you must've thought "this two are nut cracks!!" Lol. I dunno what's with us, must've been the coffee or maybe just us...(I strongly believe it was just us. Lol.)

The topics of our conversation was so diverse, which the devil has enumerated already... And again I shared my knowledge on some of them... (Shit! This makes me more mature, not to mention older than the rascal. Suicide!) As we finished our drinks and flooded the ash tray with cigarette butts we decided to head home...

Lesson learned:
....I didn't really get anything from this meeting....
maybe i would the next time....
or the next....
or the next....

Translation for dummies: Don't go out with Jb...
Nah I hate to say this but you'll probably get stoked..

P.S. Shawty you're an Eight!

JB's note:
what can I say, the devil got even.

JBJ

Here’s a diary-like story about a pair of new shoes, palpitating hearts and Spanish parents..

It all started when my friend, Biboy, who is a former thomasian (UST) and now a proud student of Angeles University (I’m not sarcastically dissin’ A.U. here, just wanna point out that UST, at some points, is overrated. Lol) bought his new shoes. Naturally I envied him! Lol. I told myself, I gotta have one too! Very spoiled brat-ish right? Don’t get me wrong though, my parents (Juanito & Rosalinda [no we’re not Spanish]) never raised a spoiled brat! I just sacrifice my needs to satisfy my wants! Lol. Holy crap where was I? Got derailed there for a second. Oh yeah, so I decided to get my own new krispy kicks!

Problem is, I’m in need of company, not that I’m not willing to go solo to the mall, which is very me when I got the urge/craving to do/buy/eat something. Again, got derailed from the topic, which is very not me. What the hell!? Too many distractions! Grrrr. Where was I? Ok, so I texted a couple of friends, unfortunately, they all got something to do, well not all, I texted my friend, Joyce, who is (not really necessary to mention) my xgf. Turns out she’s available (available to accompany me in the mall and available in the sense that she’s currently single. Lol [not that I have plans ]). Derailed again, just bare with me ayt? So, we decided to meet at my place, wherein she has to take a cab and I’ll just slouch on the bed to wait for her, not very gentleman of me, which is very me (not really). Lol.

Ding dong…
Joyce: hi!
JB: sorry? I believe you pressed the wrong bell…
Joyce: fuck off! (turns and stomped away)
JB: loled

We chat for a couple of minutes coz it’s been a while (in which a while means months) since we last saw each other, inhaled a few puffs (just Marlboros, not marijuana. [just to be clear]) on the balcony while (eventually) watching fire works (god knows why there was fire works that night). Then off we go, to the mall!

As planned, we cruise a couple of shoe shops. 1st stop, Zoo York, Joyce insisted to go there coz she was looking for this distinct pair, pink sneakers with pink stuffs on it (she hates pink[not really, no]). They actually have cool shoes; they got basic black and white sneakers, graphic designed kicks, and a white pair with shiny gold designs that caught our eyes.

JB: (holding the shoe) this one is definitely a candidate!
Joyce: yeah, love it!
JB: ayt, but let’s check out the other stores.
Joyce: ok, but I like that one!

I think it’s worth mentioning that we were like a couple at that time, (here I typed a more straight forward sentence, but Joyce didn’t let me to do so when I texted her the straight forward sentence to ask for permission if I can post the straight forward sentence, you’ll get what I mean after you read HER version of the forbidden sentence [yes, she texted me her preferred construction of words]) charm served me well that time that she half consciously held my hand at times.-Joyce’s version of the forbidden sentence. LOL! Just to be safe, it’s really more of a bro-sis thing, wherein she’s playing the older sibling! lol) I’ll be dead when we meet again. Seriously.

2nd stop, was it Nike or Ecko? Let’s not mind the chronology of the stores, shall we? To make the long story short, we went to nike, then ecko, then to a shoe salon, only to end up at Zoo York again. And yes, the white-gold kicks won! Oh yeah, it’s not that expensive too.

Time for a break, and to remind Joyce that I won our little gamble, see Barack Obama. Originally, what’s at stake was an 18 inch pizza, but unfortunately/fortunately we were not that hungry at that time, so we settled on a coffee shop with a nice cozy smoking room. Our favorite spot at the mall, I think it deserves a free ad here. Seattle’s Best, 2nd floor, Trinoma, Philippines. Course’ she treated me, I let her order me a clubhouse and a cup of overpriced coffee. After hours of conversation and breathing out smoke, the mall inevitably closed. We are not ready to go home yet, so we went to Star Bucks, which is at the roof deck of the mall that closes later. I bought us drinks, juices; cranberry for her, orange for me. Fuck coffee, our hearts are already palpitating at that moment! Again, hours passed, and our cigarettes gone low. That’s when we finally agreed to go home.

Here are some topics that fueled our conversations:
Fuckin corny jokes
World War I
World War II
Movies
Politics
Intellectual arguments (forgot to mention she’s smart) [I refuse to mention that she’s pretty as well]
How earth began
How life began
Few personal stuffs
Doraemon

It was a fun, wholesome friendly date. But unhealthy, when we’re together, it’ll be like there’s always fire nearby. When there’s smoke, there’s fire. Global warming halts when we weren’t smoking. lol

Lesson learned: why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free. (in which milk means sweet girl/boy company)
Translation for dummies: why engage on a complicated relationship when you have friends that can kill your loneliness.

Words of wisdom of the day:

“love is stranger than snow in autumn”
-a fresh out of the box saying by Sir John Benjamin Lazatin Narcsio, author of F.L.I.P.

The Uninvited

Uninvited Guest

It was raining, that night….. when I was peacefully watching pirated series, along came a flying cockroach! I repeat-FLYING. It went in through the window! Motherfucker our room is in the freakin 10th floor! How the hell did he do that!? And why choose our room?? There are lots of opened windows in the lower floors, why us? Why?

This bitch is flying like crazy! She ain’t no cockroach! Roaches prefer crawling than flying! She flies like a bee furchrissakes! That’s my worst enemy… a cockroach who enjoys flying….

Panic

As soon as she enters our domain, I jumped out of my seat and scrammed to the bathroom! My brother is also afraid of the flying shit. He’s being cum laude doesn’t help him in eliminating the cockbitch! According to his calculations, the best thing to do is to tuck himself under the blanket, and wait for the asshole to get tired… she kept on flying while we kept on screaming our lungs out! My move-evacuate to my friend’s room!

Quiet Night

I returned to our room… cautious… I was pressing my body against the wall, grasping a broom, carefully peaking… clear left, clear right… just like war games. All seems normal….. peace…. I asked my brother…. “where’s the motherfucker?” “dunno, gone?” he answered… that didn’t comfort me at all, what’s with the tone of uncertainty!? I was jumpy for the rest of the night… she could be anywhere… waiting for the right moment to scare the hell out of us, or worst… laying eggs!

Deception

The next day… I woke up, no sign of the creepy bastard. I went to school (I do go to school). When I got back, still no sign of her, I resume watching my series….

Flapping sounds disturbing my peaceful time… this only means one thing… it’s going down!

She’s in the kitchen! Behind the microwave! I grabbed my trusty broom… WHAK! WHAK! WHAK! Holy shit she hid under the microwave! BANG! I banged a plate on the microwave, hoping that it will scare her. Crap! It did scare her! But she got away; she crawled her way back to her territory, the back of the closet… I got you cornered biatch! I borrowed a baygon (insecticide) from my neighbor; I sprayed some on the side of the closet-her only way out… Victory!
That’s what I thought….

I resumed my DVD marathon…. After a couple of episodes watched… motherfucker! I saw her crawling up my painting! I was like, “WHAT THE FUCK!” that woke my brother, “she’s back” I whispered… “where?” he replied… and then she’s gone again….. I noticed she was dizzy, probably because of the insecticide. That eliminated her flying abilities. That gave us courage… we searched for minutes, and then… “there!” my brother shouted, pointing at the closed window. She hid behind the curtain… “I’ll go get the insecticide, keep an eye on her” I exclaimed. Again, I borrowed the baygon, coz I gave it back after my “victory”. When I got back, I saw the cockroach flying above my brother who is lying on the floor, bathing on his own blood! Of course I’m kidding! So I got back, armed with baygon, “where is she” I asked…”I didn’t see her leave the window, I think she’s still hiding behind the curtain”. I turned on the light on our miniature balcony. It will backlit the curtain, causing the cockroach to cast its silhouette. Smart move, I praised myself… but still, no sign of her… where the fuck is she!?

The Clash

“There in the kitchen!” cried my brother… I’m sick of this, I told myself… I charged in, armed with a tsinelas… War cry escaped my mouth! “Putangina mo!” the in/famous tagalong version of son of a bitch. WHAK! WHAK! WHAK! My tsinelas slipped my hands! “ammo!” I grabbed another tsinelas! WHAK! “putangina mo!” WHAK! WHAK! I gotta share the glory, your turn brother! Spppraaayyyy!!!! Sppppraaayyyy!! Mother fucker!! Die bitch! Die!!!! Unfortunately, the rice cooker is right in the middle of the battlefield, and I just cooked 5 cups of rice! Damn! Casualties… my brother stopped spraying insecticide; I continued whaking the roach, whaking and cursing… and while beating and cursing the bitch, I remembered my father when he was beating and cursing me! Am I really that annoying back then??

Retribution

The roach ended up in the sink, unconscious, not crushed, I intended not to crush her to avoid a messy aftermath. The bitch is still twitching, she is still alive… good… I’ll make her pay… the steaming rice caught my eyes… it’s a waste to just throw the insecticide contaminated rice, these fallen allies will get their revenge… I scooped a spoonful of steaming rice then I buried the twitching roach with it!

Epilogue

In a dark corner…. Somewhere in room 1011….. an egg hatched…. “mommy? Where’s my mommy?”

A trip to the market

there is this female butcher taking our orders… blah2 blah… for some reasons she became disappointed, maybe because of orders getting mixed up. She was yelling! Blah2 whine whine whine (while chopping the goddamn slimy, fresh raw meat without gloves or any plastic thingie whatsoever) then suddenly she wiped her face as a sign of dismay! Then I was like, WTF!? (fresh meat bacteria-her hand-her face) nuf said, you got the point!

How to go clubbing without spending

This post is about clubbing, repeated music, putting your hands up in the air and meeting girls without spending a penny. BALLIN!

Embassy


1st stop, Embassy. Since Emba only serves liquor until 2:00, (meaning the place will be deserted at around 3 am) we went there first. We got in for free coz my cousin has his connections (translation: guest list). We have access to the VIP section but unluckily, neither Michelle Madrigal nor Maui Taylor was there! It would have been a chance to try my ice breakers on them! It’s Wednesday night so R&B gets the big room. Once you enter the room, you’ll notice a bouncer standing motionless on a… ummm.. box.. uh huh, he’s like the embassy version of Ronald McDonald! You know, the clown by the door. He (the bouncer on a box) greets me with a smile, but I was like-wtf!? Is this their mascot or something!? How come Jollibee and McDonald never greet costumers? They are just staring blankly into space with their disturbing unresponsive eyes!! Ok, back to the club. My cousin introduces us (me and my other cousin) to her workmates. I knew nothing’s gonna happen to me here because these guys are all yuppies! (I prefer younger crowd) She even introduces us to some white females twice my age! Where the fuck are those fine teen shawties!?

Ascend


Going up! Again, no entrance fee. Here we’ve met my other cousin’s colleagues. Meeting friends of friends is the best way for meeting friends. 3 friends in 1 sentence! Haha. The place is not too crowded and I’m hearing the same music I heard earlier in embassy! Put your hands up in the air! (repeat kazillion times) makes me wanna yell-ok! We got the point for chrissakes!!

Alchemy


We left the fort and now where in front of Alchemy. For some reasons our name wasn’t on the list as expected. Well the place looks empty anyways so why bother arguing with the ugly creature sitting on the front desk. Ciao alchemy.

Decades


Tada! From embassy to a freakin cheap ass club! The only reason why guys go there because girls come up to guys! Uh huh, it’s the other way around! Howdya like that! These girls will give you tons of signs that they want you to take them home! 1 single smile is all you need to make them give their number to you.

Guilly’s


Again, we don’t have to pay to get in. oh yeah, before that. My cousin doesn’t want to go in, coz he’s worried that his girlfriend’s friends might spot him there-which will lead to-them breaking up. (Eventually, they broke up before I even had the chance to finish this post!) back to the club. We’re eyeing the horde of girls/dudes/gays/unknown creatures searching for shawties with potential. Some girls are coming up to us, but they look manlier than us! –walk away-. Then after minutes of googling, I saw this group of girls slowly walking towards the entrance, wind blowing their perfect hair, an HID backlighting them as if they are sent from heaven. I can even remember hearing music as they walk by-love lift us up where we belong-. Then one of them flashes a quick smile at me (or was that my imagination?). then I blacked out for a while… then I saw them in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by a wall of dudes hungry for fresh meat! I witnessed some were turned down, some were brutally ignored, and some others are just staring at them, probably gathering enough guts. I gathered all my guts and snaked through the swarm of hungry bastards! My cousin right behind me for backup…. I’m now beside my target waiting for the right time… eventually I got the chance to introduce myself and ask for her name. her name is Kheilla, cool name ay. Nuf said! To be continued… or not.

A product of boredom

this poem is not really a poem, its poorly written and it doesn't really have those deep whatevers. they are nothing more than sentences that rhymes. lol

Flipside

i'm lying in my bed wonderin
why cant's sleep, ideas keep comin.
now i'm writing a poem like an emo person
though i prefered being compared to a black guy in prison.

for those who knew me, you might think i'm crazy
for writing unusual stuffs unexpectedly.
well everyone's got their own secret addiction,
i am just a bored guy who needs medication,
for i can't sleep! God knows why
i'll just write a poem, i guess i'll try

you can't really judge a book by it's cover
coz maybe what you see is just a colorful cover.
all im saying is i am still JB
just trying new things that interests me.

now you know the other side of me
now you see the flip side of JB.

-JB Narciso-

this is the poem that gave me inspiration. it's from the movie Harold and Kumar.

The Square Root of 3

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

-Kumar-

here's another poem, maybe this will be the first and last time that i'm gonna write a poem for my post.... the next poem will tell you why.

FP&FY2

Roses are red, violets are blue
i'm not really good in poems, are you?
they say it's easy, doubt that's true
so fuck poems! and fuck you too!

lol.

Nice blog

I woke up in the middle of the night; I checked my cell phone and saw some unread messages. One of which tells me how I made my friend laugh with one of my random posts. (maybe she is too shallow or maybe the post is quite laughable.) So I decided to get up on my drowsy butt, knuckled the sand on my eyes, turn on my trust worthy laptop and start typing. You see, one reader is enough to fill up my tank. One simple “nice blog” would give me inspiration. (though my post may fluctuate in terms of quality/quantity, pls bare with me. Everyone has their up’s and down’s). my point here is, one reader is enough for a writer to keep on writing. (especially in my unprofessional case), one writer, one reader. Fair trade.

I dedicate all my small praises to my beloved one’s who passed away.

From now on, I’m gonna grow my hair then make a cow lick it down my face. (translation: turn emo)

Webaholic

Fortunately, i don't have internet in my room; or else i will be pushing my human potential in order to stay awake just to google, update, type, read, etcetera, etcetera. trust me, I've experienced it in my friend's room! (actually, I'm currently in my friend's room still, ergo I'm still experiencing it)

21

There is this one time when we went to a casino, me, biboy and shaq. It’s game time! And yes, biboy is the only one who is risking money. I love my money, I treat them as my children, I don’t gamble with my children. Bet bet bet…. Biboy lost k’s. shaq and I won 2 glasses of free coke.

The beach

The next post was actually written in my planner/diary on jan 28, 08. I just want to rewrite it here for sharing.

Trip to boracay

The plane

The plane is no bigger than a Philippine rabbit bus! Ok I’m just joking. It’s slightly bigger than a bus +wings. There are approximately 23 narciso’s on the plane. So we are like riding a private plane, I know everyone except for the white guy with his bisaya pok2, a teen couple that will inevitably have an unwanted baby and other commoners that are to common to be noticed.

1^st night

we went to guilly’s and partied with a bunch of white people! You know what white pips do on the dance floor? They do yoga handstand! Limbo rock and the chu chu train thing! And there is this white female who keeps on dragging us to the dance floor! (for what? To see how low can we go?!) I lit a cigarette as an excuse, perhaps when she see me busy with my cig, she wont bother me! But this lady is persistent! She grabbed my yosi and threw it in the ash tray! Oh shit….. white girls….

When I met her…

JB this is MJ, MJ this is JB…. That was the first time I smoked MJ! Ahahaaha, we were laughing and eating for hours! The next day, I smoked without telling them, guess what.. they can’t tell the difference between a normal JB and a stoned JB! LOL
(that was just for fun, I never smoked MJ again… at least that’s what I want you to think…lol)

The Dilemma

I went to my dorm with an obvious tan. It was actually our prelim exams when we were at boracay. Now I’m back looking like an eggnog (egoy+nognog). I need to pass seven paintings! Holy crap! Time to cram! Enough with school, coz that’s my least favorite topic. Here’s the real dilemma: day: jan 24 Thursday. Nicole (my balikbayan cousin) is leaving at jan 27. wowowee scheduled on Friday, jan 25. mass for lola at pampanga is also on Friday. Nicole should visit lola before leaving the country. So here’s what happened. We decided to go to pampanga on Thursday, since no one is taking us there, we took the bus! It’s nicole’s first time riding a bus here in the Philippines. we were seated at the back, then she suddenly asked: “JB, is there a washroom?”. I loled! Anyway, 2 birds in one stone, we visited lola and had an adventure during the process. Lol. all of those sacrifices for the love of wowowee!!! Guess what!? No wowowee for us! Coz at Saturday, it’s willy revillame’s birthday. Ergo, Friday’s wowowee is taped! God damn!

–p.s. I still have nicole’s hand print on my back because she didn’t apply the sun block evenly!

Starbucks

I just want you to know that I started writing when I got this starbucks planner, it is supposedly a planner right? But I choose to use it as a journal/diary/autobiography/scratch paper/calendar.

Anyway, lets talk about starbucks….

Ahhhh. Starbucks, chatting with friends, enjoying each other’s company while sipping your over priced coffee. I can still remember that the oreo cheese cake before was only P70, but now what?! 100++? Miss can I ask for hi-ro instead of oreo? lol

One more thing. I have this thing with starbucks baristas, they never got my name right! Possible errors:

Tolerable mistakes: jv, jp, jay-vee, jaybee

Wtf mistakes: Jamie, jimmy, jay-me

Next time they ask for my name, I’ll be free!!

1 mocha frappe for free!! Hahahaha!