Day #11 in the Philippines. (Not déjà vu - Author's note: Even if you are seeing this for the first time as of 1/6/11 regardless of the time stamp to conform with updating daily.)
This was accomplished right before midnight on New Year's Eve, but it deserved its own entry due to the epicness of it. I hadn't seen Jazz work at Red Robin since last 5/28/11. Every friendship I made at Red Robin was out of a contingency plan to reach her in case she ever left before I could talk to her. It was time ...
I found her Facebook page through Dennis.' I addressed her as "Jazzy," as her name tag used to say, and I introduced myself as a stranger with mutual friends. I told her she need not reply as saying, "Hi," at this point was something I needed to do for myself. BUT she replied:
1) She remembered me ... and she and her coworkers would refer to me as "the cool guy with nice eyes lol." (Yes, her quote obviously as I don't do "lol's.") HO. LY. CRAP ... I actually had a nickname among them!
2) She says that I was always a pleasure to serve and that we could possibly run into each other because she visits occasionally.
Oh, the forces of Coincidence and Happenstance have been good to me before. I hope they're good to me now.
Gosh, I still remember those summer nights as far back as two years ago, proverbially tossing and turning because of a heat wave unfit for sleep. So I would get out of bed, bust a #3 to Jazz and finally be able to fall asleep.
Somewhere I got lost and carried away with the database, so to retrace my steps: Whenever Jazz wasn't working, originally Dani from Hot Topic was the lone "substitute" in the database. Dani quit and Georgia became the new "substitute." Leah became the "substitute" when none of the above were available. Then there came Candice and finally Carissa, all of the above from Hot Topic. Expanding outside of Hot Topic, there was Faith from Brookstone, Jessica from American Basics, and that chick from Waba Grill Teriyaki House who was more jackoffable as a blond before dying her hair dark brown. Matt once metaphorically described me as a sailor with a wench at every port. All the "substitutes" (even "substitutes" of "substitutes") are fun busting a #3 to, but they're not my Jazz.
Since I last saw Jazz, I've added to the regular database the Adele look-alike from the i Play & Talk kiosk, Dana from Lush, and the ethnically ambiguous Monica from Barnes & Noble. But at that point it was only out of methadone and habit.
But with her parting words to me that I was always "the cool guy with nice eyes [lol]" in response to finally telling her, "Hi," I now finally have closure. WE - or anyone who's followed my hormonal journey (which is literally only Michelle and Carlos in Nebraska, Matt currently in Japan, and Tiwat exiled in an undisclosed location) - have closure.
Yester-year, I said, "Hi," to a girl. This year, I might actually ask a girl out. Cheers to baby steps!
Sincerely,
The Cool Guy with Nice Eyes
P.S. This will serve as a mid-season finale, so I have an excuse to be lazy from blogging while I'm busy in the Philippines.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Time Travel: Part Two
Day #10 in the Philippines. (Not déjà vu - Author's note: Even if you are seeing this for the first time as of 1/6/11 regardless of the time stamp to conform with updating daily.)
No one paid attention to any countdown to midnight. I was helping set up a one-hundred-foot-long rope of fireworks when someone informed us that it was already past midnight and we were like, (too focused on work) "Oh."
The tall red Christmas hat that I got from Spencer's one year ago, but didn't debut until arriving in the Philippines last 12/23/11, made its return before midnight. I also debuted my John Cena Rise Above Hate shirt that I bought at Hot Topic last Black Friday.
I have forty minutes of video of just fireworks, including footage of nearly blowing myself up trying to light one. At one point, a firework blew up a power line and the neighborhood had no electricity as the explosions in the sky were the only light.
Anyway, with the Philippines fourteen hours ahead of the U.S. in time zones, I'm technically TIME TRAVELING as I'm literally in 2012 wishing everyone back home, who are still stuck in 2011, a HAPPY NEW YEAR. Even after a good night's sleep, I'm still in the future of 2012 while some of the world is still stuck in the past of 2011. As Matt, who's studying abroad in Japan right now, told me via email, it's great to be Michael J. Fox as Marty McFly for a day. TIME TRAVEL, BABY!
No one paid attention to any countdown to midnight. I was helping set up a one-hundred-foot-long rope of fireworks when someone informed us that it was already past midnight and we were like, (too focused on work) "Oh."
The tall red Christmas hat that I got from Spencer's one year ago, but didn't debut until arriving in the Philippines last 12/23/11, made its return before midnight. I also debuted my John Cena Rise Above Hate shirt that I bought at Hot Topic last Black Friday.
I have forty minutes of video of just fireworks, including footage of nearly blowing myself up trying to light one. At one point, a firework blew up a power line and the neighborhood had no electricity as the explosions in the sky were the only light.
Anyway, with the Philippines fourteen hours ahead of the U.S. in time zones, I'm technically TIME TRAVELING as I'm literally in 2012 wishing everyone back home, who are still stuck in 2011, a HAPPY NEW YEAR. Even after a good night's sleep, I'm still in the future of 2012 while some of the world is still stuck in the past of 2011. As Matt, who's studying abroad in Japan right now, told me via email, it's great to be Michael J. Fox as Marty McFly for a day. TIME TRAVEL, BABY!
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Time Travel: Part One
Day #9 in the Philippines. (Not déjà vu - Author's note: Even if you are seeing this for the first time as of 1/6/11 regardless of the time stamp to conform with updating daily.)
Sheila's in-laws are here at our ancestral house. There's more of them. From what I've been eavesdropping on, some of them are from the U.S. There's this one really skinny guy that's either emo or hipster - sometimes I can't tell the difference - who's wearing a jean vest, boots, and has butterfly tattoos on the side of his neck. The adults are making fun of him behind his back. Conversely, I'm making fun of him in silence ... Who the heck wears boots in the Philippines? (Although, I think the uptight adults are making fun of him for being "obviously gay" and not for his boots.)
I just found Niels, my Top Rocking classmate whom I last saw on 10/29/11 before he went back to Amsterdam, on Facebook. He's already messaged me back. Yay.
Cousin Philip paid the technician extra to come in tonight to fix the wireless internet.
There's some fancy caterers downstairs. We're actually drinking out of goblets. While in Boracay, I discovered something called Tanduay Ice. I'm on my second one right now. But cousin Philip, the big bad ass attorney who's made headlines for putting celebrities away in jail, is already drunk off only one bottle!
Time to go light some fireworks.
Sheila's in-laws are here at our ancestral house. There's more of them. From what I've been eavesdropping on, some of them are from the U.S. There's this one really skinny guy that's either emo or hipster - sometimes I can't tell the difference - who's wearing a jean vest, boots, and has butterfly tattoos on the side of his neck. The adults are making fun of him behind his back. Conversely, I'm making fun of him in silence ... Who the heck wears boots in the Philippines? (Although, I think the uptight adults are making fun of him for being "obviously gay" and not for his boots.)
I just found Niels, my Top Rocking classmate whom I last saw on 10/29/11 before he went back to Amsterdam, on Facebook. He's already messaged me back. Yay.
Cousin Philip paid the technician extra to come in tonight to fix the wireless internet.
There's some fancy caterers downstairs. We're actually drinking out of goblets. While in Boracay, I discovered something called Tanduay Ice. I'm on my second one right now. But cousin Philip, the big bad ass attorney who's made headlines for putting celebrities away in jail, is already drunk off only one bottle!
Time to go light some fireworks.
Friday, December 30, 2011
That awkward moment when you're buying fireworks and the sex workers are across the block
Day #8 in the Philippines. (Not déjà vu - Author's note: Even if you are seeing this for the first time as of 1/6/11 regardless of the time stamp to conform with updating daily.)
I had a dream last night that I was doing a database run at the mall in my regular stomping grounds back home. There were some inaccuracies, though: Carissa, who in real life is the manager at Hot Topic, was working at Brookstone. I think she was wearing a green top. Also, in the dream, Brookstone was on the first floor whereas in real life it's on the second floor. And some random guy whom I don't recognize in real life said, "What's up," to me. End of dream.
We were at the Trinoma mall and the baby nieces couldn't finish their McDonalds, so I finished it for them.
Due to the time difference between the Philippines and the U.S., I have to wait until tomorrow for UFC 141 to air and then a while more to look for it online afterward.
Cousin Philip enlisted my help to choose fireworks. Conveniently, someone, probably a fireworks addict, had already uploaded videos of almost each brand in action on Youtube.com. The driver Bernie, dad's former caretaker Apyong, cousin Philip, and I rolled out. Mental note: There's a Papa John's Pizza across the street from the fireworks vendor.
I had a dream last night that I was doing a database run at the mall in my regular stomping grounds back home. There were some inaccuracies, though: Carissa, who in real life is the manager at Hot Topic, was working at Brookstone. I think she was wearing a green top. Also, in the dream, Brookstone was on the first floor whereas in real life it's on the second floor. And some random guy whom I don't recognize in real life said, "What's up," to me. End of dream.
We were at the Trinoma mall and the baby nieces couldn't finish their McDonalds, so I finished it for them.
Due to the time difference between the Philippines and the U.S., I have to wait until tomorrow for UFC 141 to air and then a while more to look for it online afterward.
Cousin Philip enlisted my help to choose fireworks. Conveniently, someone, probably a fireworks addict, had already uploaded videos of almost each brand in action on Youtube.com. The driver Bernie, dad's former caretaker Apyong, cousin Philip, and I rolled out. Mental note: There's a Papa John's Pizza across the street from the fireworks vendor.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
"Saint Nicholas"
Day #7 in the Philippines. (Not déjà vu - Author's note: Even if you are seeing this for the first time as of 1/6/11 regardless of the time stamp to conform with updating daily.)
We did some island hopping in the morning. We almost had to turn back because of strong winds. Everyone was in favor of turning around, cousin Philip was undecided, but I was the only one who implied, "Man up." We kept moving.
On one island, the wind blew off one of mommy's diamond earrings. Everyone searched a long time for it until ten-year-old nephew, Nicholas, used knowledge of physics to pinpoint and locate it. He has been nicknamed "Saint Nicholas." Only ten-years-old ... And what are you doing with your life?
Later, while we anchored the boat so that a few can go snorkeling, some canoe pulled up to sell ice cream. I repeat, they sell ice cream in the ocean here. Dope.
On the boat ride back to the airport, I sat next to some butch-looking chick with an unidentifiable European accent, though she was speaking English, and who looked like she was trying to grow a mullet. She was probably the weirdest tourist I've seen.
Back on the mainland, we were eating in some rundown restaurant when three-year-old niece, "Princess" Maxine, tried to lay down the law again.
MAXINE: Ayaw ko dito! (I don't like it here!)
COUSIN-IN-LAW MALOU: Where do you want?
MAXINE: Trinoma!
Trinoma is a fancy mall. God help everyone when this three-year-old "princess" gets older. Anyway, our flight was delayed.
RYAN: (Sarcastically) Cool!
COUSIN SHEILA: (Oblivious to sarcasm) No, it's not!
We did some island hopping in the morning. We almost had to turn back because of strong winds. Everyone was in favor of turning around, cousin Philip was undecided, but I was the only one who implied, "Man up." We kept moving.
On one island, the wind blew off one of mommy's diamond earrings. Everyone searched a long time for it until ten-year-old nephew, Nicholas, used knowledge of physics to pinpoint and locate it. He has been nicknamed "Saint Nicholas." Only ten-years-old ... And what are you doing with your life?
Later, while we anchored the boat so that a few can go snorkeling, some canoe pulled up to sell ice cream. I repeat, they sell ice cream in the ocean here. Dope.
On the boat ride back to the airport, I sat next to some butch-looking chick with an unidentifiable European accent, though she was speaking English, and who looked like she was trying to grow a mullet. She was probably the weirdest tourist I've seen.
Back on the mainland, we were eating in some rundown restaurant when three-year-old niece, "Princess" Maxine, tried to lay down the law again.
MAXINE: Ayaw ko dito! (I don't like it here!)
COUSIN-IN-LAW MALOU: Where do you want?
MAXINE: Trinoma!
Trinoma is a fancy mall. God help everyone when this three-year-old "princess" gets older. Anyway, our flight was delayed.
RYAN: (Sarcastically) Cool!
COUSIN SHEILA: (Oblivious to sarcasm) No, it's not!
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
♫ Josie's on a vacation far away ♪
Day #6 in the Philippines. (Not déjà vu - Author's note: Even if you are seeing this for the first time as of 1/6/11 regardless of the time stamp to conform with updating daily.)
Gosh darn it! Cliff-diving was unavailable due to terrain problems! Blue balls!
I went jet-skiing for the first time in my life. The only time I've remotely gone jet-skiing was as a video game character in the Grand Theft Auto series. The first thing I did was drive in the wrong direction and it stalled every few minutes, but once I was able to drive it like a professional - albeit not until the final few minutes - I sang out loud to the open sea The Outfield's 1986 hit Your Love.
♫ Josie's on a vacation far away ♪ Come around and talk it over ♬
White chicks were totally eye-fucking me! It makes sense that, since they were traveling to the land of my ethnicity after all, I would be their ideal. I don't get that kind of love in euro-centric Hollywood. Cue CM Punk's theme music, Living Colour's Cult of Personality!
I redeemed my complimentary welcome drink ticket for a Pineapple Cooler (blue curacao, pineapple, coconut, fresh milk) as I updated my My Facebook status:
The people who "thumbs-up'd" it: Crystal from high school, Samantha from PWG, and Heather's sister Naomi. I had a boner for the latter.
I bought some postcards for people and a white, thin hooded vest that I can't wait to rock in the U.S. when it get warmer this Spring-Summer.
The Filipino cover band that played while we ate dinner was descent. I might actually consider banging the chick who was one of the lead vocalists despite her possibly being a fob. Interesting note: One of the band members was with a blond chick. Yes! I love how these white chicks got love for the Filipino cock here! Take that, euro-centric homeland of Hollywood!
Speaking of which, two white girls were totally eye-fucking me as I walked past them on the beach. After a few paces, I turned around ... and they were STILL eye-fucking me! YES! I repeat: Take that euro-centric homeland of Hollywood.
Gosh darn it! Cliff-diving was unavailable due to terrain problems! Blue balls!
I went jet-skiing for the first time in my life. The only time I've remotely gone jet-skiing was as a video game character in the Grand Theft Auto series. The first thing I did was drive in the wrong direction and it stalled every few minutes, but once I was able to drive it like a professional - albeit not until the final few minutes - I sang out loud to the open sea The Outfield's 1986 hit Your Love.
♫ Josie's on a vacation far away ♪ Come around and talk it over ♬
White chicks were totally eye-fucking me! It makes sense that, since they were traveling to the land of my ethnicity after all, I would be their ideal. I don't get that kind of love in euro-centric Hollywood. Cue CM Punk's theme music, Living Colour's Cult of Personality!
I redeemed my complimentary welcome drink ticket for a Pineapple Cooler (blue curacao, pineapple, coconut, fresh milk) as I updated my My Facebook status:
Day #6 in the Philippines. Finally have internet access here in Boracay. Just found out this island's been voted 2nd best tourist spot in the world. Going back to the city tomorrow. But first, strutting like a werewolf god among these white chicks.
The people who "thumbs-up'd" it: Crystal from high school, Samantha from PWG, and Heather's sister Naomi. I had a boner for the latter.
I bought some postcards for people and a white, thin hooded vest that I can't wait to rock in the U.S. when it get warmer this Spring-Summer.
The Filipino cover band that played while we ate dinner was descent. I might actually consider banging the chick who was one of the lead vocalists despite her possibly being a fob. Interesting note: One of the band members was with a blond chick. Yes! I love how these white chicks got love for the Filipino cock here! Take that, euro-centric homeland of Hollywood!
Speaking of which, two white girls were totally eye-fucking me as I walked past them on the beach. After a few paces, I turned around ... and they were STILL eye-fucking me! YES! I repeat: Take that euro-centric homeland of Hollywood.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
I'm basically a civilian soldier ... or a Civilian SEAL. I like the sound of that.
Day #5 in the Philippines. (Not déjà vu - Author's note: Even if you are seeing this for the first time as of 1/6/11 regardless of the time stamp to conform with updating daily.)
We left for Boracay today. Auntie Aida tagged along with us.
Within a couple of hours, we took a plane to Kalibo, took a shuttle to the docks, took a boat to Boracay's docks, and finally took another shuttle to the hotel. It's worth noting that the narrow bridge to get from the dock to the boat, during heavy winds, had no railings! Yeah, the above two hours made me feel like I was in the military on a mission. The only difference at this point is that I wasn't at risk of getting shot at. Poor nephew Nicholas had motion sickness, though.
There was this white chick on the same flight as us. She had natural blond, curly, shoulder length hair and brown eyes, unlike the cliche blond/blue combo. I was able to input a variety of details in the database from her wardrobe change (i.e. with a coat, without a coat) to seeing her tie/untie her hair.
The Boracay Regency Hotel is so nice.
We left for Boracay today. Auntie Aida tagged along with us.
Within a couple of hours, we took a plane to Kalibo, took a shuttle to the docks, took a boat to Boracay's docks, and finally took another shuttle to the hotel. It's worth noting that the narrow bridge to get from the dock to the boat, during heavy winds, had no railings! Yeah, the above two hours made me feel like I was in the military on a mission. The only difference at this point is that I wasn't at risk of getting shot at. Poor nephew Nicholas had motion sickness, though.
There was this white chick on the same flight as us. She had natural blond, curly, shoulder length hair and brown eyes, unlike the cliche blond/blue combo. I was able to input a variety of details in the database from her wardrobe change (i.e. with a coat, without a coat) to seeing her tie/untie her hair.
The Boracay Regency Hotel is so nice.
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