It was a good thing I never ever admitted I was falling for you.
If I did, I couldn't have walked away with my dignity.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Novel Idea
I've been contemplating on starting on a novel, no thanks to office friend AD who keeps bugging me to write about his life. He does live an interesting life -- and I couldn't believe anybody could be a bigger drama queen than he is. But I'm daunted by how much time I need to work on it. For one, my day job needs my focus with stricter targets this year. Maybe I'd follow Dean's Salamanca process where he devoted the nights to writing, finishing it in thirty days or something like that. I'll worry about getting it published later.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
2008 Dirty Little Resolutions
All right, all right. So everybody's been blogging about 2008 and petite moi still hasn't written anything. And because I'm beginning to loathe being self indulgent and totally pointless in this blog, as well as my other forms of communication (you should see me stammer when I talk to my boss tomorrow, when I tell her that the project she wants me to do is Mission Impossible), I'll be doing the prosaic during New Years, with a twist.
Introducing, Sally Magdiwang's Dirty Little Resolutions:
1. Bitch about bitches, especially when they deserve it. (When I die, my number of days in hell listening to these bitches = 150,000, Jupiter Days.)
2. Lie about weight by at least a third less. (Days in hell = 100 for every gram)
3. Lie about age. I will always be 29 until the day I die. (Days in hell = 10 for every year. That means to lessen that I need to die young. Venial sin, but a sin nonetheless.)
4. Never ever give food to charity. Instead, ram it all down my throat to keep fatty goodness to myself. Of course after doing so, I would need to do more of Resolution Number 2.
5. Find the bad in people. Because the glass is half empty.
6. Take advantage of people's kindness. Like someone said, what are friends for but to use and abuse! (Number of days in Hell = 1, but spent in a cauldron of boiling oil made from my own fat)
7. Sod all meaningful relationships, have casual sex. Whenever possible. With whomever possible.
8. Spend obscene amount of money on gadgets, clothes, bags, accessories, fashionable, fun shallow, shortlived things. Life is too short to wait on insurance policies or heavenly riches.
9. Take up a lifethreatening vice like chainsmoking, drinking, gambling. Unfortunately, need a higher paying job to sustain vices, of course. On the downside, must be sober enough to keep job. Hmm... tough one.
10. Lastly, run for the Presidency. Winning The Seat of the land is hundred times better than milking construction contracts for small time baranggays.
There.
One more thing you must know though -- like most people who make resolutions, I never keep them.
Happy New Year!
Introducing, Sally Magdiwang's Dirty Little Resolutions:
1. Bitch about bitches, especially when they deserve it. (When I die, my number of days in hell listening to these bitches = 150,000, Jupiter Days.)
2. Lie about weight by at least a third less. (Days in hell = 100 for every gram)
3. Lie about age. I will always be 29 until the day I die. (Days in hell = 10 for every year. That means to lessen that I need to die young. Venial sin, but a sin nonetheless.)
4. Never ever give food to charity. Instead, ram it all down my throat to keep fatty goodness to myself. Of course after doing so, I would need to do more of Resolution Number 2.
5. Find the bad in people. Because the glass is half empty.
6. Take advantage of people's kindness. Like someone said, what are friends for but to use and abuse! (Number of days in Hell = 1, but spent in a cauldron of boiling oil made from my own fat)
7. Sod all meaningful relationships, have casual sex. Whenever possible. With whomever possible.
8. Spend obscene amount of money on gadgets, clothes, bags, accessories, fashionable, fun shallow, shortlived things. Life is too short to wait on insurance policies or heavenly riches.
9. Take up a lifethreatening vice like chainsmoking, drinking, gambling. Unfortunately, need a higher paying job to sustain vices, of course. On the downside, must be sober enough to keep job. Hmm... tough one.
10. Lastly, run for the Presidency. Winning The Seat of the land is hundred times better than milking construction contracts for small time baranggays.
There.
One more thing you must know though -- like most people who make resolutions, I never keep them.
Happy New Year!
Saturday, December 22, 2007
A Cold, Cold Christmas
"I've lost him, Sally. I've lost him forever. It feels hhhorrrrible. I want to take out my heart so I'd never feel this way again."
It's strange the way things turned out. Had AD told me this over
a year ago, I would have done backflips -- I was inlove with him then. I would have wanted him to drop his prick of a boyfriend and then spend his life with me. He never knew that, of course, and I wouldn't have wanted him to know because his situation was beyond my control. Like they say, Once gay, Always gay. I dropped my plans of "converting" him into a fully functioning straight guy, and then we became, strangely, the best of friends.
"You'll be all right, sweetie," I told him. "Nobody dies of heartbreaks."
"This is going to be the worst Christmas I'll ever have," he sobbed into the telephone. He was in KL, back with his family. He took a two-week emergency leave without telling anyone, apart from our boss Sarah, of his plans to fly home. I was despondent when I knew through an out-of-office notice email. He didn't even tell me in person.
My thoughts flew to the first time he opened up to me. We were in Bangkok for an assignment, and it had been weeks since he last saw TC, his boyfriend. He showed up on my hotel door, looking for someone to talk to. We talked, and mostly it was about his latest love. I tried my best not to show my displeasure. Then he squinted his eyes and covered them with his hands. He fell silent, like he was holding his breath. And then I knew he was crying. "I miss him so much it hurts," he said. I reached out and held him for the longest time until I couldn't feel him shivering in pain. "You're tired. You should sleep it off," I said.
When he left my hotel room, I knew we'd always be together. And then we were, just not in the way I imagined it.
"I'm sorry to ruin your Christmas," he said. I heard him sniffle into a wad of tissue.
"No, no, don't. Don't be sorry. We're friends, remember? He doesn't deserve you, AD." I pictured TC in my mind, and secretly I wished that his penis would burst open like a flower when he sleeps with another guy. I never did like him.
"Yeah, right. Oh well, we'd better end this call. I'll see you as soon as I get back."
"I love you, sweetie. Merry Christmas. Don't try to kill yourself, okay?" I said. "I'd be very disappointed."
"I love you, too, darling. If I slash my wrist, Sarah would kill me. Say Merry Christmas to your family for me, okay?"
We said good bye, knowing we'd meet again in the New Year. He'll be better.
*Image from Getty.
It's strange the way things turned out. Had AD told me this over
a year ago, I would have done backflips -- I was inlove with him then. I would have wanted him to drop his prick of a boyfriend and then spend his life with me. He never knew that, of course, and I wouldn't have wanted him to know because his situation was beyond my control. Like they say, Once gay, Always gay. I dropped my plans of "converting" him into a fully functioning straight guy, and then we became, strangely, the best of friends."You'll be all right, sweetie," I told him. "Nobody dies of heartbreaks."
"This is going to be the worst Christmas I'll ever have," he sobbed into the telephone. He was in KL, back with his family. He took a two-week emergency leave without telling anyone, apart from our boss Sarah, of his plans to fly home. I was despondent when I knew through an out-of-office notice email. He didn't even tell me in person.
My thoughts flew to the first time he opened up to me. We were in Bangkok for an assignment, and it had been weeks since he last saw TC, his boyfriend. He showed up on my hotel door, looking for someone to talk to. We talked, and mostly it was about his latest love. I tried my best not to show my displeasure. Then he squinted his eyes and covered them with his hands. He fell silent, like he was holding his breath. And then I knew he was crying. "I miss him so much it hurts," he said. I reached out and held him for the longest time until I couldn't feel him shivering in pain. "You're tired. You should sleep it off," I said.
When he left my hotel room, I knew we'd always be together. And then we were, just not in the way I imagined it.
"I'm sorry to ruin your Christmas," he said. I heard him sniffle into a wad of tissue.
"No, no, don't. Don't be sorry. We're friends, remember? He doesn't deserve you, AD." I pictured TC in my mind, and secretly I wished that his penis would burst open like a flower when he sleeps with another guy. I never did like him.
"Yeah, right. Oh well, we'd better end this call. I'll see you as soon as I get back."
"I love you, sweetie. Merry Christmas. Don't try to kill yourself, okay?" I said. "I'd be very disappointed."
"I love you, too, darling. If I slash my wrist, Sarah would kill me. Say Merry Christmas to your family for me, okay?"
We said good bye, knowing we'd meet again in the New Year. He'll be better.
*Image from Getty.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
JUMP!
Stumbled on this video featuring Girls Aloud singing "Jump", a track from one of my all time fave movies LOVE ACTUALLY. (Which reminds me, must give that DVD a spin since Christmas is a comin'.)
Watching it so made me want to write another chicklit story. :D
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