Bad ending at Bosque Beach

So I'm back again with another crazy story. This one's from college. I really, really wish that I could remember every single detail from this one. It cracks me up every time I remember it. It involves me and three of my crazy friends. In order for you to really appreciate this story, you need to know a little about each person's character.

Let's start off with my good friend Robette. These are real names now, people. No aliases. Robette is a close family friend. She likes to tell people that we're first-degree cousins, though we have no blood relation whatsoever. But I feel that Robette is as good as a blood relation - that's how close we are. She is 3 years older than me, and has always been protective of me. I know her because she used to be classmates with my real cousin way back when they were in high school :) Robette used to be a little uptight. She loves having fun, but she always needs to stay on the safe side. No wild behavior for Robette (at least, not back then). 

Next there's Annalyn. Let's just call her Ann. She is also 3 years older than me (I always hung out with an older crowd), and she is the total opposite of Robette. She loved to party in college, do a little drugs, sleep with guys, just your typical, average college girl. I met her when we were both neophytes for a sorority called Beta Sigma (female version - the guy version is Beta Sigma). I eventually dropped out before I became an official Sigman. Ann went all the way. Ann has a very husky voice, is loud and has a boisterous laugh, and she likes to hit/slap guys on the arm or on the back when she's close to them. It's an annoying habit. 

Last, there's Jahren. We call him Jazz. He's a homosexual, (but wasn't all out back then). He's funny, smart, charming, always smells nice, and likes to look good. He's also thin and bears an extraordinary resemblance to a Filipino singer (the lead in the band Cueshe). Jazz has been chased in the mall a couple times because girls actually thought he was the guy from Cueshe.

Back in the day, the four of us hung out ALL the time. We chain-smoked every day and drank lots of beer. (Ew on the beer belly!) We partied all the time and sometimes went out with my crew, The Fox Society. The Fox are a group of teens/young adults who like to race on motorcycles. We'll talk all about them another time.

Rubette and Jahren used to live with me in my apartment in Pulantubig. This apartment is freaking hilarious, but more on that next time. Ann used to crash with us whenever she was in town, which was quite often back then. One night, we decided to go to this seaside bar called Bosque, which had pool tables. We went with two of my buds from the Fox, Andy and Dodong, and Jazz brought along his friend Jethro (yes, like the Beverly Hillbillies Jethro). He was a nice guy that Jazz stayed with for a couple weeks before moving in with me. By this time, Jazz was living in my place with me and Rubette.

So it was the seven of us at Bosque Beach. After shooting some pool, we decided to relax in the back of the bar by the beach. There is a little nook where you can chill at one of the outside tables facing the beach with the sea breeze ruffling your hair. It's an awesome place to chill. During low tide you could walk down the stone steps and stroll along the sand. But since we were there at night time, the tide had already risen. We started getting buzzed. I suggested that we play Truth or Dare - Spin the Bottle. I know what you're thinking. It's either one or the other, right? Well I had my own version in college where you spin the bottle to choose who you're going to dare or ask the truth. We did have rules like no feeling up below the belt or underneath clothes. Kissing had to be a minimum of 10 seconds (one one-thousand, two one-thousand...) So we all ended up kissing each other and it was all in good fun because we're all really good friends and there was nothing weird or romantic about it.

The funny stuff happened when we got back to the apartment. Since everybody was totally drunk, we all crashed at my place. I slept in my room. I can't remember if Rubette was with me or out in the living room. I think she was with me. My memory's kind of fuzzy - I need to get the four of us together again and get all the details. What I do remember is being woken up by Robette and Jazz yelling and freaking out. 

I ran out of the room to see what the heck was going on. Jazz was in his briefs. The bamboo couches (yes, this is the PI after all) had been dragged together in what appeared to be a makeshift bed. The door was wide open. I had to shake my head awake cuz I was still feeling boozy. Jazz suddenly rushed out the front door and starts running down the driveway and out to the street in his freaking undies. I was like, Crap! What the hell is that all about?! Rubette and I had to haul ass and drag Jazz back to the apartment. He was so upset.

Turns out that Jazz had tried to make a move on his friend Jethro, who turned out to be 100% straight. Jethro freaked out and ran out the door. I have no idea how he got home at 2am and his house was pretty far. 

Apparently, Jethro had crashed on one of the bamboo sofas. Jazz got nekkid and pulled the other sofa next to him and did whatever he wanted to do to get Jethro's attention - I have no idea, I did NOT ask! I probably will one of these days, though.

Poor Jazz, we had to console him after that. Ah, the bitter sting of rejection. Ann and I went over to Jethro's house the next day after that and apologized for Jazz's behavior. He was ok, but he never wanted to hang out with us again as long as Jazz was there. Poor dude. After that, Ann got his number and kept inviting him whenever she could. Turns out that she started developing this little crush on him after the crazy night of T.O.D.-S.T.B. I remember her tongue was down his throat for more than 15 seconds at one point, and Jazz had on a brave face. Well, we had no idea then that he liked the guy! We thought they were close friends or something because Jazz had lived at the dude's place for a while. And he didn't say a word when Ann was dared to french Jethro those four times! I think he was actually goading her like the rest of us. (I think.)

Anywho, that's enough for this entry. This was just one of the funnier nights we had back in college. More to come! Out!

Busy Biotch with a new juicy story to uncover from her past!

My boss has kept me SO busy this week. I've been having a huge headache almost every afternoon. I didn't even have time to drop a line to tell you guys that I'm busy :( Sorry about that.

I'm drinking lots of Green Tea every day because I read somewhere that it's chock full of anti-oxidants and it's good for the skin. My coworker taught me how to make Turkish-style steamed vegetables with chili flakes. Yum yum! Tried it out and the hubby loved it. Plus, it's cheap to make :)

Anyway, today I'm busy sending out my resume to every company in the Media City directory because I just love this area - it's close to my home, and my husband and I have been working in this area for years now so it's just really convenient cuz I don't have to drive myself. We're also thinking of moving to a new, cheaper apartment, but we know by now that there's no such thing as "cheap" in Dubai. This is, after all, the 7th most expensive city in the world. Yikes. What are we doing here again?!

So my problem is that by November 12th I will be finished with my temp contract at the company I'm currently working in, and I still don't know where I'll be working next. It's such a pain having to look for a job. The thing is, if I don't get a job right after my temp gig, my husband and I won't be able to afford the apartment we're in now. I'm trying to sell as much stuff as I can on Souq, but there's only so much stuff to sell, y'know? More than 3/4 of my paycheck goes to my bills. I'm stuck with massive credit card debt, a personal loan that will take 3 years to pay off, and if I don't find a job, I'm afraid the banks will come after me. It is not a good thing to be in jail in the Middle East. Recession sucks. So hard to find a good job these days. Because of the bad financial state we're in at the moment, I am going to post a donation button on this site, and on my profile page. Maybe some kind human beings will take pity on a hard-working individual who might get thrown out on the street or go to jail if she doesn't get a job ASAP. Even $1 helps. Please find the donation button below:

So, I've been thinking about which juicy story I should remember from my past for this entry. There are just so many! I've decided to go with a very tame one for now.

This one's from way back in the past, even before I went to the PI for college. It was me, one of my best friends Jamie, her boyfriend, and another guy friend. The funny thing is I can't even remember if the guy friend was my boyfriend or not because it was so long ago! I just remember that there were four of us. We were in Georgetown in Washington, DC. We always liked to skip school (back then we were freshmen at J.E.B. Stuart High School). One night we got in a friend's car (it was either Jamie's boyfriend's car or the other guy), and got someone to buy us alcohol (because we were too young), and we drove to the Exorcist Steps. This is where they filmed the original movie The Exorcist. The actual house is a few yards away from the top of the stairs. We went there at night, got drunk and got a little rowdy. One of the guys was walking on the top of the ledge. It was and still is a really freaky place. Especially at night! One of us swore we saw something. We ran down those steps super fast! And that's a lot of stairs! One thing though, I was amazed by the amount of graffiti all over the stairs. Of course, we left our names as well :)

A couple nights later, Jamie's boyfriend sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night, stole his mom's car and picked us up. We made it halfway to Georgetown before his mom called on the car phone and told us we were busted. Turns out his mom called the cops on him, so when he got home the cops arrested him and took him to juvy. We didn't see him for months. Needless to say, Jamie was devastated. Her boyfriend's name was Kelly, and damn if he wasn't hot! He was two years older than us, and he was living with his mom, who was an artist. They were pretty well off. I remember his bedroom having a water bed and his wall was painted in awesome colorful splotches by his mom. Jamie was lucky :) She cried for days when Kelly went away, though. That really sucked. Man, the stories she used to tell me about her and Kelly. Like he used to do her on the counter in the basement (the whole basement was her private domain - she made it into a bedroom with lots of entertainment!), while she drank water. I was like, why would you drink water while doing it?!

So that's just one of the little stories I have from my past. Not very entertaining, huh? Well, you're in for some crazy stuff. Don't say I didn't warn ya. Till then. Out!

Goal: Document my memories, and color color color!

Ok, where did I leave off? The crystal meth revelation right? Well, let's not go there yet. There's plenty of time for that, and so much other stuff to talk about. Since people are so quick to judge when they hear that you experimented with drugs in the past, let's let imaginations run wild and theories form before I tell the real story. 

I gave some deep thought to the whole point of my starting (or restarting, rather) a new blog. Is it to discuss politics or news? To voice my intellectual opinion on things that everybody is talking about right now? Or should I use this blog as a median with which to advertise the things I sell on Souq.com? Perhaps I should make this my vehicle to express my pent-up frustrations. The problem with all of the above is that, bottom line, it's b-o-r-i-n-g. Who wants to hear about all of that anyway? And I realized something. Reading my old Webjournal, I felt like I went back in time to those crazy wild days that I sometimes miss so much. So what I want to do is document my memories, as best as I can, so that whenever I feel like making a random trip down memory lane, I can go back to my blog and visualize in my mind the craziness of my past. As you've noticed, I use the word "crazy" a lot, but this is only because it's simply the best way to describe it. So you see, this blog isn't really for you guys to learn more about me and who I am - it's for me to remember who I used to be and to reconcile that with the person I am today. The only problem is that this is a very public blog and there are tons of things that I want to remember, but that I don't want the whole world to know. So I'll try to gloss over some of those crazier parts without detracting too much from the memory. Don't worry, I promise it will still be lots of fun!

Now doesn't this sound much better than reading a so-called intellectual blog full of fancy pants lingo and heavy sarcasm? I confess, I do have a tendency to get very analytical, but I will try my best to refrain from complicated language :) So let's get started!

First thing you need to know: there's been, and will probably always be, a lot of drama in my life. I've done a lot of stupid stuff, but I'm not ready to spill all my secrets here. The stupid regrettable stuff will have to be published one day in a fiction novel under an alias.

Let's get down to the basics: I'm a Philippine-born, US-raised 29-year-old who doesn't feel her age (as you will come to find out), is naturally upbeat - but unhappy about many things in her life, is trying to see past her imperfections, and has 100% faith and belief in God Almighty, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit. I love horror movies, and I've seen ghosts (more about that in another post), and I love to travel. I want to explore the world, I want to be financially healthy enough not to have to work, and I want more hours in the day to be able to do the things that I want to do. I have a healthy love for arts & crafts (you should see my dining table - it's arts & crafts heaven), and I love love love cats, especially my Momens. I love to hang out with friends from all walks of life, and it's these people that color my world. As I begin to relate to you the craziness of my past life, I hope my friends will begin to color your reading as well :)

The Beginning of the Continuation...

Well, here I am again. After five long years, can you believe it?! The first time that I blogged here was back in December of 2004. It was actually the last time, too. Check out the old blog here.

So, if you've read the previous blog, you'd know that there is a link to my old webjournal. Last night I happened upon my old webjournal and was amazed to see that I had written at one of the most lowest, but craziest, points of my life. It was all about binge-drinking, breaking up, and partying ALL THE TIME. Dude, I was already 24 then and I was still partying like a 19-year-old college kid. Sigh. How I miss those days when I used to get drunk and wild and still wake up the next morning looking fabulous. Now I get drunk and sick and wake up in the morning looking like a used dishrag.

So anyway, this isn't really supposed to be a blog about how old and decrepit I feel, or what a party girl I used to be and all the crazy stuff that I did that nobody really knew about - THAT is a post that will come soon ;-)

No, what I really wanted to blog about was something that I discovered just recently when searching for clues of what happened to my favorite teen Filipina-American idol. No - I'm not talking about Vanessa Hudgens. (That girl gets on my nerves for reasons that I haven't fully analyzed, but of course plan to do.) I'm talking about the one and only beautiful, smart, talented Lizzie McGuire sidekick Lalaine Vergara-Paras.

I was such a huge fan of hers during my whole Lizzie McGuire phase. I thought she was funny, had beautiful eyes, had a great sense of humor and deserved more than just a sidekick role in Disney shows. And then I found out she was pure Filipina (born and raised in Burbank, CA, and I was thrilled! Even now people mistake her for a Latina, but she's proud of her heritage and is quick to tell people about her ethnic background. She even went back to the Philippines for a while to host a TV show called "Flipside" on the Travel Channel. Flipside concentrates on Lalaine's return to the Philippines in a quest to discover her old roots. She ventures all over Manila, stopping by local hotspots and tourist traps, all the while tasting various Filipino delicacies and picking up interesting tidbits of Philippine history. Check out some of her Flipside episodes onYouTube.

Aside from a career in TV, Lalaine is also a budding musician, with smooth vocals and quick fingers on the guitar. She was cast in the Broadway production of Les Miserables in the roles of Young Cosette and Eponine because of her beautiful voice, and she also later sang as orphan Kate in the movie "Annie."

Now that I've told you all about her, here's what I found out when I was searching for any recent news of her online. OK, so this is not so recent, but pretty close. Lalaine was arrested on July, 2007 for felony possession of methamphetamine, otherwise known as crystal meth. In the Philippines it's widely known as "shabu." I know what you're saying right now, "WTF?!" I can't believe it either! This beautiful, talented, sweet, adorable girl is on drugs?!! Read all about it in the Hollywood Grind.

Disappointment cannot describe what I feel for this girl. She has her whole future ahead of her and though she hasn't hit the big time, she very well could with some honest perseverance and faith. But you know what? I should cut her some slack. I myself know how tempting drugs can be, and how hanging with the wrong crowd can easily influence you to do things you'll later regret.

I admit that yes, I have done crystal meth in the past. Now it's your turn to be disappointed. Sigh. I'm sorry to have burst your bubble, especially that I look like such a sweet innocent in my picture, lol. Who am I kidding?! Those of you who really know me are probably not shocked at all.

The truth is, going to university in the Philippines and hanging out with the wrong crowd is so easy. It's easy to get drugs. Easy to buy alcohol (there's no age limit on purchasing alcohol and tobacco). Easy to do a lot of bad things that you generally would have a ferociously difficult time doing in the United States.

So you want to know how I ended up doing crystal meth, and what other crazy sh*t I did in the PI? Stick around and find out! This is just the beginning of the continuation.....