My Super Week (reinvented)

This is a replica, I tried to picture what I wrote that disappeared yesterday.

Hello Hampton Babies! Season 2 Episode 1 of Gossip Girl rocks and ended with fireworks! Bravo! I love it!

It’s a Friday, I woke up in someone else’s bed, naked only in my undies, disoriented of why I’m here and what happened last night…Then slowly it began to recur in my sober head…I was drunk last night, out of frustration, fatigue and stressful coessential manifestations I have no control of within the last 48 hours.

WNU vs. xoxo KC

Finally, I have passed my scrub papers at the Dean’s office after 5 months of cruel and unthinkable circumstances I lived by processing it. The bulk of my frustrations concentrate from my unimaginable conditions I suffered under the WNU redtape. I’m tired discussing this. (Sorry…maybe that’s why it disappeared because I might be sued with what I wrote about this yesterday) “Eto na lng, gurl…ano pa da paliwat-liwat nyo sang papeles pagwapa man lng na sa PRC, importante pa ang new logo kesa sa deadline haw? Dapat kamo na gani ya maubra, at ipa concentrate nyo estudyante nyo sa review para makapasar man, ano pa na pagwapa sang papeles kung di man lng makapasar! Mangaranun gd man tuod ang skulahan pero kulilot man sa national standing. Imagine wala ko ya naka focus sa review tungod sa mga papeles na ini. Paliwat liwat, te print naman, pa pirma naman, budlay pa bi mag hagilap sang mga clinical instructors and head nurses namon!”  All I can do now is to sit, pray, and cry until our papers our forwarded to the Registrar’s office and hope it will be included to the batch that will be given by the CHED’s go signal! It’s just easy for them to say, “There’s always the June exam!” They even demanded a justification letter explaining why we pass late already? Are they kidding me? When they know it’s not the students fault! They think they are always right, that they are just doing their job, are they blind don’t they see the students are harassed already! All they do need to do are to received, stamped and sign the papers gad-damn-mit! Pathetic…My ride home was not easy, I’m late again thank goodness I caught the Oceanjet I thanked God they waited for me. Its embarrassing already always to be the last one to enter the ship, the pier people know me already as the last one. I went to the CR immediately, took off my shirt, freshen up, and stayed there for a time, I was anticipating for peace.  I hope it’s my last trip to Bacolod, but not, I have to go back again and again…”kuliton!” just so I can have my Special Order. I don’t want to do anything with my school after this. A little spec of frustration involves the whole unit of this university. If I was harsh with my review to KC, I’m murderous towards WNU. I may be good at cutting lines, entering restricted offices but their egos are too much than mine. I don’t want to be unfair to other students just because I have a trip to catch, but yeah I need to be catered first, I pay more. But the service sucks, like paying a million receiving a cent that how it is there. I don’t want to put any exact details, I don’t want to drag people who are in greener pastures now, all I can say is, “spotted!”

Me vs. Suicide Scare Fan

It’s an anomaly!

I was sleeping already then suddenly I was disturbed by a call from my supposed straight friend, R around 1 in the morning! He said he’s worried and wanted me to check on C, he suspect he might OD! Alarmed, I contacted D, the legal wife of C, who was at Roxas on duty at that time. He said C is ok, they are texting. I asked if he is sure, because R called, well C said they were texting earlier but not now at this hour anymore. R said C drank 2 pills of Rivotril mixed with alcohol. C is not answering his phone calls already.  C gave a suicide threat text to R as R can’t check personally C if he’s alright or not as he was at Manila that time. Now as their common friend, victimized I have no choice but to get up, drive and trespass at the apartment compound. I creatively opened the gate, and expertly tried opening the door but mysteriously it’s locked inside. But if C is inside, the a/c should have definitely turned on but it’s not, I can’t hear his ringtone when I gave him a call. Odd! I already made a commotion, scared he might have indeed committed suicide. Banged the door and walls, shout out his name but to no avail. I looked for Apa the son/caretaker of the apartment, but he’s nowhere, I inquired the kanto boys if they know his whereabouts and if they have seen C came in earlier. But they are not sure. I was in the verge of calling the police! Contacted Ch, D, and R again updating them, D wants me to go home already and rest. I began to rationalize, I don’t think C would commit suicide just because D was mad at him, or R is leaving him. Duh! He’s older and more experienced, and the said meds was given to him by sister for his maintenance, anti-depressant drugs. I’m fed up, if he wants to kill himself fine! That’s his choice! I’m not the cause anyway and he disturbed me from my slumber, I’m so fatigue and now additional stress! I should be up early for my Bacolod trip. Ch called C answered her call. C said he’s okay, drunk and low-batt, duh! I was Punk’d big time. Oh Asthon you totally got me! Where’s the camera? I got mad at R, he was panicking, guilty, etc. I went home, scandalized, harassed, and thinking twice if everything was worth it. Not!

Flashback:  At the start of the week, the Pink Mafia had a reunion, I was back from my Manila sojourn, D went home from Roxas, and so we had dinner and celebrated at Club 21. Then I encouraged K to spill the beans already to D about what he knows about C and R. C felt vindicated, what he had been suspecting for a month was brutally true. I already knew about this since K asked my opinion when I was not around in Iloilo, though I want him to tell D already about it from the start, he was reluctant. Scared in ruining the union so, when the time came D and I met, I can’t help myself and pushed K to spill.

R though I knew him the longest, I was more protective, I know he’s in the closet. I was even his first. But kudos to C, he invaded the heart of R, I was contented only with the friendship since we were young. R was stupid and an idiot anyway. But his vulnerability and distrust with the same sex relationship pushed him back to be contented being in the closet. He can’t believe C would deceive him. He didn’t know C is taken already. I felt betrayed too, for always invisible to him and not asking for my expertise I could have forwarned him! When I know about them from K, I was alarmed D is my bestfriend and R, so fuck up!

When I was back from Bacolod, I checked on C if he’s ok, he replied yes. But he’s avoiding the issue, he won’t tell me where he was at around 1-2 AM. Fine, I’ll slap him twice. Pathetic suicide happy man! He didn’t know his little trick would blow up into proportions he didn’t foresee. Moron! He knew R is my friend, and I am only his link to him. And before he pursued courting the gullible R, he should have think twice cause his boyfriend D is my bestfriend, he didn’t think of the position, of the role I’ll play, so karma!  If D would leave him, he’s a goner. R won’t see him anymore. Moral lesson: No two timing especially among circle of your friends.

Goyo the Lover

After the backstabbing, backslamming Wednesday and Thursday I had. I even went to New Lucena to get my papers, but shit the HN was at the city. So I have to drive back, grrr the gas!

The bullshitness of it all was overwhelming,  the past 48 hours was aching. I have to go to Goyo.

Sweaty, tired but smiling that how Goyo met me, an honest place where you can be honest offering my comfort food, cancerous pork BBQ, grilled pork liempo, talaba and chippy, where Red Horse is a friend again. Goyo doesn’t disappoint, a lover, our lover, I discovered him after the heartaches, desperation, and for the past few weeks he’s the one that comforted me. I was like looking for the peace I found at Manila actually at Vista Verde. Goyo gave that. K already has a history with this place, scandalized by the police and media here. He’s a walking scandal until now, love him to bits. N poured out her emotions here, declaring she missed her great love that is back in town, yet no attention given! Problem solving, therapy session, and crisis management were done here. Goyo is funny too. He made us laugh, the laughter I never had for the past months, the cheerfulness and carefree aura I myself missed in me. Goyo, can be naughty too, we left the place dignifiedly tipsy but would vandalized the Jollibee across the street with our antics and cam-whoring. But above all, Goyo provides peace, the smoke, the night sky, the passer bys, but believe me its quiet there. The peace, the precious peace I crave is provided. I hope the peace, which lead me to this current state where I’m naked in somebody else’s house and will leave wearing someone else shirt would be there even until this weekend that would be priceless. I took a bath at someone else’ bathroom and it felt better back home. I felt innocently washed with the anger gone.

Till next time, I know you love me.

xoxo

B as in Blair-bratie, joke!