Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Nirvana at The Spa

tuesday is evs' and my lakwatcha day. it's the only day of the week where we can really be together, so it has become a weekly routine that we hit the Gs after work to shop or window shop (depending on our wallet size), eat, catch a movie, browse the shelves of PowerBooks, and unwind with our fave mocha fraps. yesterday, we had to carry out our routine half-heartedly. after taking calls the whole day without much sleep due to our Metro gig the night before, both of us weren't in the best of moods. we agreed that we would just eat and then go straight home to catch lost zzzzzs.
we ordered lasagna, garlic bread and refillable iced teas at Pizzeria Veneto (not sure how the resto's name is spelled). i guess the scrumptious combination of pasta, tomato and bechamel sauce, ground beef and rich layers of melted mozzarella heartened us and we became our usual yakkity selves again. i complained about all the knots i had in my neck and back. evs agreed and said how great it should be to get a massage. on an impulse, we searched for a spa who could provide a great but affordable body massage. we didn't dare go into Suriya fearing that its services may be too steep. so we walked all the way to park square to look for Let's Face It. Their body massage priced at P320-450 (ano 'to, depende sa lapad o laki ng katawan?), but they could not accomodate us because they only accepted walk-in clients til 7pm and it was already a few minutes past 7.huh! it was the same sad story at the Mendez Center. we were about to lose all hope, but being the single-minded brat that i am, we went ahead to look for The Spa.
the moment that we entered The Spa, we knew we just had to get a massage there! We could only pray that it wouldn't cost us an arm and a leg. So, we walked up to the counter and looked through their menu of services to find that we could get a head and shoulder rub for around P500. We really wanted a fully body massage, so we went for a 60 minute shiatsu which cost more than a pair of Havaianas tops but whaddaheck!?
after we signed up for the services, evs and i were given locker keys and ushered in to a room where we were supposed to get ready for our shiatsu. a lady was there to assist us and we were provided with towels, bathrobes and rubber slippers. The locker room was very clean and the scent of mint and rosemary filled the air. the lady told told us we could take a shower and go into the steam room before our massage. so, into the frosted glass cubicle we showered and dried ourselves with the fluffy white towels. we changed into the sea green robes, smelling faintly of olive oil. evs laughs at this quirk of mine, i have to identify the scent of all things that my nose comes across with.
we waited a few minutes on the plush couch and drank a tangy ginger tea concoction then the lady guided us into the massage room. the massage room contained neat beds with white linen and firm pillows, again the smell of mint and other woody, spicy notes pervaded the air. the masseuse (what's the plural form of this word?) came into the room and had us lie (yes, this is the correct form, it's called intransitive verb) on our chests. i asked leizyl, the masseuse who attended to me for an oil shiatsu. evs and i disrobed and we were covered in white linen sheets. after leizyl started doing magic with her hands, i dozed off to the sensation of my muscles and flesh being kneaded. she had to wake me up and tell me my 60 minutes of bliss were over. aawwww! before evs and i hit the shower we sat in the steam room for a few minutes and there i learned how a teabag must feel like...
evs and i went home without any shopping bags but definitely a few bucks poorer, but sometimes you really have to spend on the intangible things in life to experience Nirvana.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

close encounter with tumbs' twin

i am sleepy, tired, stupid...and late for work.
blame it on my aunts and uncles who have a penchant for nightouts! i was dragged (without much difficulty) over to Metro in West Ave to watch cute (boylet material) fags make lewd jokes last night. tita mhae, tita joan, tito carlo, alton, evs and i were treated to this guffaw fest by tita jo's new hubby, tito joseph.
i was amused to see the name "Funny Man Erick" on Metro's neon sign host list for that night. I nudged tevs and kidded that this must be the reason why tumbs is avoiding all means of contact with us. when we entered the bar, i almost fainted! the guy(gay?) on stage randomly batting insults to the guests (pinoys must really appreciate offensive, sexist, sexual, and generally vulgar jokes) as a deadringer for tumbs!!! it turns out that the tumbs look-a-like is Funny Man Erick who dressed, smiled, sang, walked and talked exactly like tumbs! evs and i just kept on nudging each other whenever we caught Erick making tumbs-esque gestures. it was totally surreal!we had a lot of fun while the jokes lasted. the host really had good voices, lalo na si erick. oo na, fan na ako! after downing a margarita (yummm!) the night seemed even better. guess we enjoyed ourselevs too much that we went home waaay past our bedtime ergo my being late for work.
*will post pics later

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

chat excerpts and the last song syndrome

hanggang kailan? ito ngayon ang laging kong naikakanta. sa banyo, sa pagbibihis, sa paghihintay ng bus o jeep, bago makatulog sa gabi...last song sydrome kumbaga. bawat salita at titik, sapol. nakakarelate ako. masyado nga ata akong nakakarelate sa kantang ito ng Orange and Lemons. nakita ko na rin ang music video nito at naaliw din naman ako.
kinokopya ko ang chat messages namin tulad ng pag dokumento ko dati sa mga text messages namin. ewan, nababaliw na naman at na-sesenti ata. eto yung mga nabanggit niya sa akin ng lunes:
***lam mo baby pag nakakakta me d2 briton
na bata na medyo chubby tapos uso sa knila
glasses tapos medyo maarte ksama mga
frends nya naiisip kta
sabi ko cguro gn2 c dayday ko nung maliit
pa tapos asa bahrain***

***baby log ka sa msn ha para pg d pde ym msn
kc i feel bad pg d tayo chat
mahal na mahal kta baby ko
pray ka dn plagi***
Hanggang Kailan?
Labis na naiinip
Nayayangot sa bawat saglit
Kapag naalala ka
Wala naman akong magawa..
Umuwi ka na baby
'Di na ako sanay ng wala ka
Mahirap ang mag-isa
At sa gabi'y hinahanap-hanap kita
Hanggang kailan ako maghihintay
Na makasama kang muli
Sa buhay kong puno ng paghihirap
At tanging ikaw lang ang
Pumapawi sa mga luha
At naglalagay ng ngiti sa mga labi
'Di mapigilang mag-isip
O baka sa tagal
Mahulog ang loob mo sa iba
Nakakabalisa
Knock on wood wag naman sana
Umuwi ka na baby
'Di na ako sanay ng wala ka
Mahirap ang mag-isa
At sa gabi'y hinahanap-hanap kita
Hanggang kailan ako maghihintay
Na makasama kang muli
Sa buhay kong puno ng paghihirap
At tanging ikaw lang ang
Pumapawi sa mga luha
At naglalagay ng ngiti sa mga labi..
Umuwi ka na baby..Umuwi ka na baby..Umuwi ka na baby...
oo nga 'ni, umuwi ka na please?

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

anniversaire

today feels just like any other day except that it shouldn't. it is exactly a year from my first day of coming into the "working world". a year of trying to meet all metrics, waking up in time to log-in and be on auto-in mode, 365 days of being connected to a headset and an avaya.
it all feels so meaningless.
a year of complying to a huge company's calendar. day in and day out. assisting people who don't give a sh*t about who or what i am. a year of being stuck... i know could just quit and go home and i'll still have food to eat, a warm bed to sleep on and decent clothes to wear (not to mention an SUV to ride so i don't have to keep hailing jeeps, buses or taxis..grr!). but if i did that, i'll be forever dependent on my mom. and even with this current job that pays pretty well, i can only consider myself as semi-independent. i mean, all my personal stuff like deos, sanitary pads, lotion, etc still come from mama's grocery of a closet. whenever i'm running out of these things, i don't feel the need to run to cash and carry or shopwise because i know i can get them from our stockroom when i go home. ahhhhh, the freeloader!
i am already a year over two decades old and i still have no friggin' ideahr what i want to bloody do with me life! but i definitely know i DON'T want to do this!!! i don't want to be stuck in this industry that a lot of my contemporaries (naks!) are making a career out of.
i can't. i can't be tied down. i can not follow a timetable that orders me to eat at this time, pee at this time, blow my nose at this given time only... i can not not see the rest of the world!
i am sooooooooo ready to travel, to write, to know cultures all over again. i want to be out there, taking pictures of villages, mountains, town squares, people's faces. i want to know what other people are doing and seeing. i want to start living out my dreams. i may not be able to write a classic novel (notice the word classic and not bestselling?) or get famous or win a Nobel price for being fabulous but i know that i must at least fulfill my (lesser) destiny by experiencing the world.
i want to take my own time, dance to my own music, sing my own tunes, feel with my heart... i want to start now, now, now before i get stuck in this comfortable hell and miss the life i'm suppose to live...................

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

under the weather


walang tigil ang ulan
at nassan ka araw
?

it has been raining non-stop this week. nothings but drizzles and constant showers. i have yet to see the sun shining brightly. everything has been damp, damp, damp! yes, i love rain...i love how cool the weather gets, the gentle tip-tapping sound rainshowers make against the rooftops and how everything seems to be cleansed and blessed and sparkling with a certain crispness in the air.
rain in makati does not arouse the same senasation.
the moment it starts pouring acid (what else could anything so awful be?) a horrid stench arises, the streets start flooding and a deluge of garbage, mud and other gunk will all suddenly appear on pavements and walkways. sudddenly all forms of transportation will be packed with soaking wet people, and everyone will just get stuck either in a highway with bumper to bumper traffic or in a loading and unloading zone unable to get a ride home.haay!
rainy season is an interesting time to take note of makati yuppies' garbs...this week i've seen people in leather jackets, fluffy parkas, shawls of all colors, knee-high leather boots and long trench coats. i dunno if these people have ever heard of pvc or plain waterproof textiles? i, on the other hand have been braving rainshowers in bermudas and flipflops!you think stepping in a murky puddle with exposed feet is gross? try not taking your leather boots rubber shoes or sneaks after encountering a flood and see how that feels...that is more eeeewwwww...

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

uneventful

i'm a fan of quite a few blogs and i am so inspired to really work on my blog. it just seems that i don't have anything interesting to write about. nothing has been really happening to me. day in and day out i just go to work... i deal with people who made booboos with their flight reservations, who suddenly want to change their schedule and are willing to pay a few hundred dollars to travel on another day to someplace else. it's just not interesting to write about these conversations, although admittedly some of these people's probs are soooo silly it would probably make an entertaining read.
once upon a time, 7 years ago in highschool i used to be able to write 4 entries in my diary a day. there seemed so much to rave and rant about then. everything could be magnified, every smile, joke, insult, test result, trigo problem, school gossip, or shopping trip needed to be highlighted in my Hello Kitty multi-colored, perfumed paper diary with lock and key.
i think i've completed 10 diaries during highschool. some pages are thick w cutouts, ticket stubs of concerts or basketball games i went to see, i even have a diary w Robert Jaworski's (Sr.) autograph on it, signed during a Gordons vs. Sta.Lucia game in La Salle Sentrum. Oo, sobrang fan ako nun ng Gordons!
then college happened. i stopped writing in diaries because i didn't have enough time to do that in between classes and listing down all the txt messages of 'ni. my phone then was a Nokia 3210 and then it became N3310 and i could only store around 20 messages in its Inbox. now i have a huge pile of notebooks consisting of lecture notes and txt msgs! Luka, di ga?
now my phone can store around 80 msgs but i'm too comfortable with us to list down anything anymore.
so when it comes to updating blogs i always have to rack my brains for something worthwhile to write. there is also that uncomfortable feeling that my thoughts may be accessed by who knows who! i don't want to come across as some materialistic ditz by always writing about shopping sprees, i'm no cordon bleu chef so i really can't write about food (though a food blog is a novel idea).
so i guess i will just have to stick to writing about me and my humdrum days on earth...

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