In my routine check of filtering emails from Microsoft Outlook Express in the office, I stumbled upon this peculiar bold-font one-liner message today sent from a fellow worker who is fond of sending chain emails and other regular spam stuff. This, in contrast to the other stuff he sends, catches me off-guard and I don't know if this was really meant for me and what gives? From the look of it, this email disguised itself through BLIND CARBON COPY protocol. Despite my hesitation, I replied to the sender of this particular email and asked what gives. Turned out the person was out of the office and won't be back for a few days. The igat went on leave. In my troubled thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder and ponder on the implication of the one-liner message to what's going on in my life right now. I'm actually devoid of the usual drama of the heart these days so this is really off-kilter for me. What a message! The message with the question mark! It's gonna haunt me for the rest of my days.

So being the opinionated kind of person that I am, I know I have my own answers but my soul is as restlessless as it can be. I need to find a more plausible and witty answer out there. The truth must be out there. To satiate this desire, I forwarded the message to a select group of intellectuals in the office. And up to 8:06pm tonight, I only got lukewarm responses from them. Not wanting to resign from this small quest, I'm posting it here so I can get more feedback. Help me, people. Thanks!

They say, "Follow your heart." But if your heart breaks into a million pieces, which piece do you follow?

I went out to watch a movie at AYALA mall with my housemate, Romeo, this afternoon right after we finished cleaning up our dirty living room, and just before I came in the office. The movie is called Hide & Seek. I'm not really a big fan of Robert DeNiro. I'm rather a huge fan of the child star little Ms. Dakota Fanning. Great actress. I used the sole premiere ticket I won a few weeks ago and it saved me a hundred bucks. Shien. When we got in, the movie just started.

Now, if you are thinking that this will be just another amateur movie review, you are definitely wrong. I do that in highschool and some in college. And I'm really not much of a movie critic anyway so I'd rather be the regular movie viewer, sitting back on his comfy seat and enjoying the movie from start to finish. It's one way to stay happy instead of bitching about how the movie sucked or how crappy the actors did their parts. No siree. That's not me.

So anyway, for the most part, I was attentive to the development of the film. Sometimes, when I turn to ask Romeo something about the film, I'd catch him looking to his right. He was stealing furtive, if not obvious, glances at the guy sitting alone on the row across the aisle. Romeo whispered that he is cute. I said, "Uh huh." And went back to concentrate on the movie. I could still see Romeo from the corner of my eye that he couldn't stop himself from glancing the supposedly cutie across him. I tried to stare for a couple of seconds at the guy, squinting my eyes in the dark, trying to get a clear image of him, but could not. I was there to enjoy the movie, not to ogle at some guy sitting by himself from a distance.

When we got out, Romeo retorted that it was a good flick, not another kind of flick which has a predictable ending. I looked at him in spite. "Come on, you weren't even concentrating because your cute guy was distracting you!" He let out a laugh as we went down the escalators. At least, Romeo had fun, whether with the movie or with that guy. To each his own. But it made me think. It was not the movie I can waste to just something like that. Maybe some other time. Maybe I'll watch Savanah and do the same. What more can you expect from a flick with Penelope Cruz and Matthew McConaghuey? I'm sure it's a total bore. I've read the reviews. Who knows, another cute guy might just come in and sit across me? I might just get luckier than Romeo.

Last Sunday afternoon, I was invited to accompany my fabulous gay friend, who worked in the same company as I do for almost a couple of years now, who also happened to live just right across the street where I live with two other co-workers.

My gay friend had to get some ordered suits from his favorite seamstress somewhere in Junquiera, that little crowdy place somewhere in the heart of the cityof Cebu. It's where pirated goods like DVD's, VCD's and the like, cheap apparel loom, as well as inexpensive and filthy brothels, disco houses, and karaoke bars are found mushrooming like no one can imagine and whores and pimps overflow to lure horny foreigners and the local rejects for a few hundred pesos per shag. Easy-money. Nice. Anyone can get laid without exhausting what little resources the male animal can afford.

I was hungry so we ate at the popular fastfood first. When we got out, my 6-footer gay friend was approached by an old foul-smelling, smutty-looking lady, while he was lighting up his cigarette. The lady signalled to her whore, a young, long-haired, skinny lady, probably a teenager, and mouthed the words, "200 pesos lang, serrr!" This caught him off-guard. All this happened in not more than five full seconds. I didn't notice the old pimp and her whore. I was too busy eyeing the cute guy crossing the street towards us. But I was laughing my ass off anyhow when he related the story as we walked along the unwashed, discolored street towards the seamstress's shop.

"What was she thinking?" my friend interjected in disgust, "Am I that savage-looking for her to offer me her burikat? My goooddd! Ewww!" he continued.

I couldn't help it. I almost vomitted laughing so hard. My friend forgot all about that later on when, one by one, he fitted the suits the seamstress made for him. He felt fabulously happy about his new set of wardrobe. We didn't talk about his horrific experience with the old hag anymore going home. Imagine how a new set of fine threads can do to a once-disgusted fairy.

You may say it is amazing. I say it is a miracle!