masquerade

it was almost 5 o' clock and the party was supposed to start by 6; and sheila was still looking for a gift. We rode a cab and smoked in front of the hotel. We saw seij and his girl, tracy. We went to the third floor restroom to get changed and man, was the cr hot or what?

i kept applying powder and combing my hair up cuase it keeps on falling and i was consistently perspiring.

but anyhow, the party was great. we were the noisiest table and all. i was the last rose to dance with the debutante. after the party, we stayed for a while and decided to look for a bar where we could have a post-party. we ended up in bigshot in q.ave (billiards/bar) after around 2:30am i decided to go home but we ate at chowking first, i was really sleepy when i was inside the cab on my way home. dang.

the quest for the unholy mask

i have been looking for a mask to use on allen's masquerade ball. I still don't know what kind of mask but i know that i'll find it when i see it.

i've been thinking about the thought that i was looking for a metapohrical mask, something to cover myself of what i am feeling. i want to be happy for that special night. I want to leave all my burdens caused by this person. i want a new page in the book. i have been this caterpillar forever.

i am non-sensical today. :)

a sinful act

Never in my entire mind have I ever wanted to feel like a home wrecker.
This isn’t even a lucrative act, for pocket’s sake! I was just a fool perhaps to believe that love was set for me; believe me, it isn’t; FOR NOW.

I don’t know if I really am one. I am talking with that person yeah, but I’m putting more colors to the picture than your baby brother’s 256 crayon-set F***! I really detest this condition; I want to get over this segment of my life show. This isn’t hale and hearty, this is malevolence; More evil than Satan’s tail.

All my life, I just wanted to feel what in cupid’s name is love, what it feels like. After a series of failed relationships, here I am optimistic…still. Well, as I’ve been told by a good friend, intimacy is dissimilar from romance. I asked him “In what manner?” and gave me a look of I-don’t-even-know. That’s what love is, I concluded; something vague. It’s emic and it’s karmic.

Hopefully, this post is something worth posting as it is my first post in this new blog.

I hope, by the end of the year, I could experience my roller coaster traverse too.