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Blog Migration

I have decided to migrate all my "The Chemistry Guy" blog posts from Blogspot to Wordpress.

Wordpress offers mobile app version where I can easily create new post during my spare time. Unlike Blogspot, I have to login to a PC or create a draft on my phone then post it later. I'm now after the convenience.

Here's my new "The Chemistry Guy" blog address:

See you there.

HIV and Malate

It was ages since I last visited Malate. My first encounter of the place was way back during college - around 2003 or so. The crowd is very young, sights and sounds were booming. It was a perfect place to chill and party. 

I'm not really a socially inclined guy so it was a tough challenge for me to stay within the premises of this fun and noisy place. It was a feeling of awkwardness. I never went back and it was not my hang out place like others do. 

This place has left a not-so-good impression towards socializing. Just late last year, a friend and I was victimized by this hooker. Well, it started out just to stroll and booze around up until this guy (a hooker in disguise) approached us and ask for some time to make a little chit chat. We took the liberty of doing so since it was ages since we were here. Then, there he goes... asking my friend to check-in at a nearby hostel for quick rundown. He was a little insistent to a point that agreed for this shit to pass through.

This hooker even asked another friend to join us. We were really not interested in doing such hanky panky but due to his persistence, we gave up. Scouted the streets of Malate for a cheap hostel and after hours of walking, we ended up at this hotel. My friend and I told this hooker shit to make the transaction at the hotel desk as we have a stint of embarrassment when inside such "sex den" hotel. Hooker shit went to the reception and got back to us asking for 500 bucks -- I know in my mind there's a kickback from him, no such room for 500 bucks. My friend handed over the money to hooker shit and waited. Twenty minutes has passed, there's no sigh of him.. uh oh. I knew it, I ran over and tried chasing that bullshit but no traces of him. 

Ok, this is not a good experience for a fairly new visitor. We don't the tricks of trade of this place and we ended up like crap.

Aside from some mishaps, there are also good times to cherish. Well, it really depends on your purpose if you are to stay here. Whether to have a clean and plain fun OR some naughty escapade.

The Red Light district of Manila, I think no wonder HIV is still at large at these places.  

HIV and Amoebiasis

Over the long Holy Week (end), I had Intestinal Amoebiasis.

Not really surprising as I live in a tropic and developing country. The question I am perplexed with is where the hell did I get this shit?

It started Tuesday night when I was at the office. After having my one-hour break, my tummy started to ache and I felt some fever and chills. Knowing the office has a centralized air conditioning system, I ignored the fever and chills and focused more on my tummy. I thought it was the Spanish Tuna I ate. Come Wednesday, my fever started to get worse and chills were pounding my body, I thought this was the effect of having a direct contact with the AC unit - my work station is where the ventilation of AC.

Went home and started the long vacation coz the Lenten week. Before heading home, I went to the groceries to pick up some food for this vacation.. my fever and chills were rising at its peak this time.  Then my tummy started to rumble and rushed my food shopping and hurriedly went home having this explosive diarrhea. 

Feeling weak and exhausted, I slept early hoping when I wake up this will get better. But no.

Fever, chills, body ache and diarrhea went ballistic up until Friday noon. Things went different late afternoon where this diarrhea became "bloody". It was like Strawberry Kool Aid. I went paranoid and researched online - from food poisoning to Colitis to Colon Cancer.

I called my cousin doctor to ask what to do and she requested a stool analysis at a local hospital. Went for the fecalysis and urinalysis and waited a couple of minutes for the results - I was lucky that time as I was the only patient in the emergency room so I have the luxury of being entertained very well.

The results were out and there's the bold typeface - ENTAMOEBA HISTOLYTICA CYSTS: 8-12 units.

"Like how in the hell I got this parasite?" I have a gut feeling I had this through a food stall.

Doctor prescribed Metronidazole for one week, it's now my 4th day as of this writing, and I'm now feeling better. This have left a paranoia on my end not to eat and trust all kinds of food, be it on a restaurant or street food. From now on, will bring my own bottled water wherever I dine or go and completely wash my hands from time to time.

After being diagnosed with HIV, I started to be a Hypochondriac - an excessive preoccupancy or worrying too much of being sick. There was a slip and had Amoebiasis.

Overall, the long weekend wasn't spent well. It was a time learned that I needed to be more careful of my body.

Working On Graveyard

I started working on the graveyard shift last mid-2012, I had some challenges to go through - which includes adjusting my circadian rhythm and since I will be sleeping during the day, taking Efavirenz early morning. The body clock thing is no longer a problem since I can adjust to some minor to major disturbances. My weekends are quite  used with going out with friends or out of towns, this will endure me some extra time to be awake. There are times I need to be awake for 24 hours just to cope with my social side. As a result.. eye bags.

Another downside is when I need to take Efavirenz during the day, in the event of some gathering, out of town or any activity that needs my mind and physical motors, Efavirenz's side effects is hindering it. Now I am at the verge of this major adjustment where I need to take Efavirenz during the day and bear its undefined side effects. I have been taking EFV for 3 years now, dizziness is now well taken cared of - I just take menthol candies to combat the dizziness while I'm still awake. There's still the vivid dreams which I can no longer control. 

These adjustments make me think to opt for a normal working schedule. Prior to this type of work, I was in the corporate setting and having a flexible work time as a privilege. 

I am having difficulties sleeping during the day, my mind tends to be more active and I think a lot when I hit the sheets. I admit, I still have the depression hangover from last year which somehow affects my internal cycle and re-bounces every now and then.

Now, my internal systems are slowly deteriorating because of inadequate sleep and abnormal circadian rhythms. I am balancing my sleeping habits with the normal routine I need to have. Maintaining my social being must be at hand for my depression not to recoil and this is a tough setup. 

Options for this 
1. Continue and play the balancing act game or,
2. Look for a new job - a normal working hour job and quit my current one.

I don't know how to do this but -- come what may.

*photo taken along Ayala Avenue after work. Going home from a bleak morning while most of the "normal" workers are getting to work.

I Just Need Not To Talk To Anyone

Talking about introversion, I found this 9gag photo while browsing on work. Yes, I do internet browsing while at work.

This is the description to pound for. No more buts or ifs.

Hobbies or activities that will make sound if a person is Introvert:

Playing video games (check)
Watching movies
Traveling (check)
Playing musical instrument
Or anything that describes an activity that can be done alone.

Photo credit: See watermarks.

How I Like My Coffee

It's almost a year since I'm working on a graveyard shift. I must say, I no longer want this schedule. I was just forced to take this schedule than no have no work at all. I work for an IT-software company which explains everything. Since the beginning of this work, I'm starting to appreciate the value of coffee. When I was a kid up until recently, I'm no coffee drinker. I do take on some occasion but not as heavy as today. Every working day, I can manage to free up my tummy for 3 cups of coffee. Just don't give me the strong plain black coffee with no sugar, milk, creamer or whatsoever.

This post is not about me as a coffee drinker (novice, that is) but how I consume them up. The introvert way.

During office days - or should I say nights, I always start my day to perk up. That is, either buy coffee from a nearby shop of just get a plain vendo-coffee, either way works for me. I have a large mug that is good for 2 on a single serving, if i feel the need for more action.. I can instantly use 3 servings, so that's 6 all in. 

The most exciting part is when I end up on a weekend and having my cup of coffee alone. If no invite from from friends or appointments on weekends, I usually do my "me time" - that is most of the time. After watching a movie or dining out by myself and since I don't want to disrupt my body "graveyard" body clock, I go to some coffee shops and have a sip before going home. This way, even though at the wee hours of the night, I'm still awake. Sleep is now the far most important thing in this world - after coffee. 

Any variants will do, as long as I get to sit down and watch people while I slowly consume my stuff. Yes, this is how I take my coffee during my "me time - watch people as they pass by. It's quite an exciting activity for me coz I see a lot of different stories while sipping my hot, smoking and aroma-full drink. As long as I have a cup, a chair to relax to and my iPod, then the day is complete.

Don't think I'm mean coz that's what most introverts do. We watch people and create stories behind what we see. We gather up and collect energy from within using what we see or observe. That's what I do. maybe it's different from others.

Observing other for my own pleasure is a good experience. It creates an introspective art of well being which makes me realize how should I be thankful of and what should I be having insecurities with.  I do this a lot, maybe twice in a month or so. Some of my friends are so curious on how I manage to be alone. To each his own. Being alone doesn't necessarily mean lonely, it's just a way  your mind collects energy and caring for one's own dimension. This is one way of reviving pleasure - through solidarity.

There are several needs for this - either I reward myself for some small achievement, a time-off from a stressful week or contemplate on some depressive moments.

My coffee time is my me-time. If you happen to see someone alone, having a sip, listening to iPod and just watching people pass by. Remember The Chemistry Guy.

*I can do this for hours up until closing time.

Association and Travel

Honestly, I don't have a steady past time. During your kid days, your parents would normally ask you to either play the piano - or an instrument, do some painting, engage in a sport - like a sports clinic or anything that will hone your abilities (be it mental, physical, spatial whatsoever). But it was the other way around on my end. They tried, but didn't succeed. I'm not really sure why but having an introspective flashback of my situation.. I was the ultimate introvert kid. The typical shy, stay at the corner kid who can't even make friends with.

As far as I can remember, the first time I did these learning enhancement skills was when I started drawing. Drawing and skething the basic stuff of living things up to cartoon characters. It didn't last long enough and I wasn't able to sustain it. 

My mother encouraged me to do swimming lessons, he asked my cousins to teach me how to swim - the basics such as breathing and floating. There was a time I nearly drowned - take note, not just one instance. After that, I was so scared to hit the pool or be in the middle of the beach. I have to say, even until today.. I don't know how to swim. I'm so hesistant to be in the airline industry - cabin crew/flight crew coz what I know, you need to learn how to swim.

When I was in lower grades of schooling, I tried joining "boy scouts". The normal routine of cab scouts as they imply to young boys joining the team made me even more shy and reserved as I see a lot of boys of my age and teens among the group. I cannot mingle around them and unable to connect with what they want. A week after, I quit.

Several years later, I went crazy to modern technology when Family Computer was released. My mom didn't spoilt me enough, it was the childhood experience when I go to the neighboor every weekend night nd whole day of Sundays just to play Mario, Mappy, Ice Climber and those old school stuff. I had a chance to own one when my father bought a unit for my birthday. Soon, he bought another Sega Mega Drive. It was kinda sad to play since I don't have any siblings to play with. Mom doesn't want my friends to be in the house. The only choice left was to play alone.

My parents then realized this computer stuff will not do me any good so they bought some sports supplies. I have BMX bike, a football, a volleyball, a basketball and a roller skate all in one big box as a birthday present. The BMX bike was an instant friend, I got to learn balancing and riding the bike within a few weeks. It was so intense that I even did somersault along the streets until the bicycle fork broke and was never repaired. I then turned my interest to roller skates, touch luck - those four wheelers were hard to learn so I just kept them. I never had the chance to do basketball, I don't know but there's no spark between us. I think I was really born to be gay coz I don't like basketball and did like volleyball. I had a Spalding volleyball and that time - 1990's, a Spalding ball was expensive as hell. I got the chance to play volleyball with neighboors, day and night - non stop until it was severely punctured beyond repair. 

All the my sports stuff were gone except my gadgets which I reconciled and played with them again. As I grew up, I become naive of such activities. Even at school, I wasn't even active at extra-curricular subject. Entered the school volleyball team but wasn't sustained as well. I was a loser. Teenage years was a bit more "athletic" as I met some new friends when we got a new home. Athletic in such was I do outdoor games. Not a big deal though.

Up until now, I haven't found a thing that I can associate myself with. Now, I'm trying photography and travel. Both wasn't sustained much and slowly deteriorating. I think I just wasted some hundred thousand bucks for buying photography equipment. As for traveling, no regrets though. Traveling is the best thing to do while you're still capable. The experience it leaves is most treasured other than anything else.

*topic deviation ahead 

The past couple of years, I have been into traveling and I really like it. It gives me the chance to explore beyond the common standards. I started traveling with friends and now planning to do it by myself. Solo traveler as they say. I plan to visit majority of the Philippine Island and some neighboring countries as well. Recent;y, I have been reading local travel blogs, been a fan of booking online flights and searching for itineraries of my next domestic travel destination. 

The sad part of this is when you there's no one to invite for you to join an out of town trip. You are then forced to do it alone. Which is kinda frustrating. But after trying to be alone one time - during my Baguio trip, where I met some new friends then it became more exciting. Yes it's exciting but when the time comes that I need to book a flight on my end, I can't seems to put the excitement into action. 

I even seen this site where it will grade you based upon how many provinces of the Philippines you traveled. Quite baffled as I got a C mark. I need to extend my network and be on the move.

My Lakbayan grade is C!How much of the Philippines have you visited? Find out at Lakbayan!

I admire these people who create their travel blogs and at the same time I'm jealous. Why they can travel alone and here am I being to hesistant. In any case I'm able to push through with it, maybe I'll make my own travel blog. Or perhaps post some of them here - of course, I won't go into much details for security and identity purposes.

This year I will be committing myself to at least have a travel activity to 1 or 2 places every quarter. Possibly, this can be associated with The Chemistry Guy. Soon.

**Summer and Holy Week is coming so I expect to be out of town. Hopefully not being closed inside my room and playing video games or online Tetris.

Third Year of Being Poz

This marks my third year of being HIV positive. Honestly, I can't really recall when was the exact date I went to Makati Medical Center and have myself tested, I know it was in between February and March. The 3 years of my conversion was a rollercoaster ride, too steep ups and too free fall when going down. This was the time when you will learn to appreciate who you are and what to perceive of what's going to happen, being care free is no longer an option. Taking extra care of yourself more than the usual, when I was still considered HIV-negative, should now be your top most priority. 

Novice events took place the last 3 years - meeting new friends and acquaintances, finding someone to be a confidant, being more open to my feelings and a wider range of "activities".

The first thing came into my mind after being diagnosed was to find someone to talk to and share what happened that afternoon. I went online and found some online forums and communities, which was a bit of help. A couple of weeks have past, I decided to create this blog in hopes of releasing tensions inside and let other reader know how I feel. Through this blog, I have met several people of the same sero-status which turned out to be ok.. though some were not. These people, which some I now call friends were the ones who helped me of somehow forgetting the past. The first year of being diagnosed was exciting because I tend to meet new people almost every week. From the old-school ARG clinic of RITM, to its weekly activities, to check ups with Ate Ana. Seeing new stuff after this were somehow great. I knew I wasn't the only one.

My second year was not that blessed and turmoil started to pound. It affected both my professional and personal environment. It wasn't easy for me to sustain myself. I think this year, I started creating a poz-Twitter account. I have some friends you used this and I joined the bandwagon. I have to admit, it was fun and there were lots of chances meeting new people. More than what RITM-ARG has provided. As the chemistry principle of entropy and enthalpy, the more you know.. the greater the chance of uncertainties. Which I proved to be true. It was good at the start but its quality started to decline month after month. It seemed to have contributed a big chunk of what my second year gave to me. I'm not putting blame, just stating what I see. If I happen to check my Twitter timeline, all I see are some types of crap. Not all, but most. Way far from before I started it. No longer that active coz I decided to focus more on blogging and meeting good and trustworthy friends. Just like the old times.

This 3rd year should be my rebound year. Bouncing back from where I left last 2011 and have a clear mindset of what to expect. No more chummy bullshits.

Or perhaps, throw and clean some trash out of my closet. Eradicate all that triggers. I think that's the best way.

This blog will not be that long as most of the topics were discussed or will be discussed. I'll keep you posted.

My third year statistics:

CD4 count - 710 units
Viral load - 80++ units, I can't really recall
All other blood parameters: I think is normal
Mind state: sane
Emotional state: still unstable
Physical state: Good, but not for the fucking choosy
Financial state: I dunno, I'm poor

*by the way, what the hell happened to other poz bloggers? Where are you? Hope everything is fine.

My Promiscuity pt. 3

*these things happened or were done on the safest act they and I could possibly do. 

History really repeats itself. As they say - "do it once, shame on you but do it twice, shame on me"

The first instance happened, which I posted a couple of years ago, My Promiscuity pt. 1 indeed happened again. It was just recent as I write, like 3 days ago. Let me share what were the events.

It all started during the wee hours of the night - very late at night at around 3am (it should be morning). I was bored and got no one to talk to so I decided to open my "gay dating mobile app" (if you're gay, use a smartphone like iPhone or Android phones perhaps you surely know this). After some few minutes, this guy - let's call him WEIRDO, sent a message asking for my location. Proximity is so close we can get to see each other in less than 15minutes. Ever since I started using this MOBILE APP, I'm seeing him within reach. I really don't talk to conceited guys which do show on his display photo. Ok, he's manly endowed and I'm not. I admit, I'm not the most manly like guy you'll meet but of course I know how to act in accordance.

He sent a couple of his photos and dick pics (I knew by then, he was looking for a hookup). He's not that cute nor my type but he's hot. Hot in a way that he's a gym bud, his chest at biceps are so toned you'll gonna be looking at it instead of his face. A shrimp maybe.

The insisting game began, he demand for me to go to his place right away coz he's so horny and wanna fuck like hell. I'm having doubts since it's already 4am. I'm delaying me replies hoping he would ignore me, but after seeing my photos - he then demanded more for this "early morning-rooster beating hookup". I still hesitant to since, I'm too lousy to move and go away from my bed. But after a couple of hours... I gave up. Alright fine, wait for me and I'll go to your place, meet me at your front yard within 10mins.

I went there, we met halfway across the street and man, he truly is hot. Well, not really cute. We went inside the house and sat on the couch. I noticed that there's this loud stereo upstairs and asked who's with him, he answered honestly "I'm with my housemates". It was like, "oh fuck, not again." 

We started making out on the couch, I'm really into him since he's hot. Then he asked for us to go upstairs, "ok, I knew it.. another orgy thing" I declined and said I'm not really into group fun. I said let's just wait for "them" to come down and be on our turn. Several minutes later, THEY went down WEIRDO pulled my hand and went upstairs. We went into the room and totally made out. This is where is acting weird, I don't know if he's just making it up but I found it weird.. he was like "you know what I like you, you're a good kisser, I'm now your boyfriend, I love you" Hmm, ok.. 

Then a few minutes later, the door opened - I knew it was the other 2 guys who went down earlier. Then suddenly I felt someone is kissing my legs and what not.. Oh god, I knew this was gonna happen. I can no longer do anything, I'm on a point of no return. Fuck.

WEIRDO whispers and continuously apologizing for what is happening. I can no longer do anything but to go with the flow. I said to him, "you need to take care of me, I don't want this and please don't let him fuck me". In all fairness, he did and didn't left my side. Good.

I let the other 2 guys feel that I'm not really into this and they felt it. But this "MR CLEAN" guy, is insistent as well he lurks and gets in the way if there's a chance and when me and WEIRD are not with each other. Oh freak, I know he has a big dick but common you're not my type. Seriously dude. A bald mature dirty old man type. Please. He even takes photos of our behind. Oh common, you're such an indecent pig! 

The assembly was a total casual setting. WEIRDO and I are doing it and the other 2 were like cleaning the room - lights off. It was like a scene on some gay porno, poppers and fuck everywhere. 

The other 2 left the room and WEIRDO and I had the chance to be alone. This is the part where I enjoyed the most. He's good in bed and he felt that I am too. We were "sexually compatible" and I joined his weirdness. I went to his game like we were like partners doing an intimate moment covered under a no-strings-attached stuff.

I asked who are these guys, he said they are his "room mates". I asked, why are you renting a their place. He said, "because MR CLEAN is my boss". That made me freak out. WHO ON EARTH WOULD DO THESE STUFF WITH YOUR OWN BOSS? FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, YOU'RE NOT ON YOUR UTMOST MENTAL STATE. MIND YOU, THEY WORK FOR THE COMPANY I'M EYEING OF GETTING INTO. NO!

There's the sunshine and everything was over. Now the challenge is getting up, preparing myself to leave and see their freaking faces - the other 2 guys. I went down, took a shower and hurriedly prepared and asked WEIRDO to accommodate me outside. Saw the faces, no words from me - like the grumpy cat and went out of the house. 

If not for the other guys, I would really like WEIRDO. He's hot - body structure wise and somewhat nice. Somewhat. But upon analyzing things, they are into it the longest time. 

*after reading this, I know you would think - "oh, The Chemistry Guy is too gentle, sweet, conservative and traditional." Hey, I just don't like orgy stuff, it make mes jealous once there's another guy touching the guy I do.


Last year, I promised myself to redeem traveling. I started the crave for traveling after few of my friends invited me to be with them on certain occasions and my photography skills were enhanced because of this.

2012 was not really a good year for me, I was heavily armed with depression and insecurities and as a getaway from this, I traveled alone the onset of 2013. My out-of-town destination was very common though, I just went to Baguio City to try if I can manage myself being alone. I proved myself right, maybe because I know the place so much and been there X number of times. Well, this time was different, I am on my own.. with no friends nor someone to be with.

The day before my planned trip, I was so anxious and hesitant of not going.. the experience that I'm going to partake is somewhat new. It was like "go or not to go?". I still packed my things and went on my normal office routine. I just had one backpack handy as I don't want the burden of my luggage - I'm a light packer.

When my work shift ended, it was like -- "fuck this shit, come what may". I withdrawn enough money a 3D/2N-stay. Took a cab and went to the nearest bus terminal. Upon stepping out the cab and bought my ticket from the counter, I felt the excitement. This is it. It may be a lame and "touristy" destination.. but I'm on my own - a totally different thing. As a solo traveler must-do, I sent an SMS to a friend with all possible information of my trip, just for emergency purposes only.

Morning rush hour trip is a pain the in the ass, with all the traffic and hustle.. the metro travel was still exciting. Just looking outside the window and watched the people fight the rush hour. I was entertained as well, the bus had Titanic as on-board movie feature. Well, a pretty mushy 2-hr trip.

When the wheels hit the rural areas, I never felt the sleepiness. Took my Efavirenz and bough some Mentos Air to combat its side effects. (It might work for you too, eating uber menthol candies when you need to keep awake after taking Efavirenz). I wasn't able to sleep due to the rumble of the road, so I just took out my eye mask and went on a micro-sleep.

4 to 5 hours have passed, I can now see the zigzag roads and the treacherous mountains of Benguet. January is now the best time to go up hill since it's more cooler than the rest of the year. Benguet and Mountain Province are my favorite spot north of Manila. Been here the most than the southern part.

Seeing the clouds hovering the window bus makes me wanna go down and feel them, less than 30 minutes and I will arriving the Baguio City terminal. Still feeling the grogginess of Efavirenz, I munched all Mentos. We then finally arrived and as I stepped out the bus, it was a reality feeling that I made it this far. Now the problem relies on where to find a nice and cheap hotel - as much as possible, I want this trip to be worth the penny. I can afford some but still not practical. I hired a local cab and as we looped the roads of Session Rd., I finally found the hotel I have been eyeing for when I searched for cheap hotels on Google. The hotel facility is good and perfect for the budget. Went to my room and took a couple of hours to rest. I planned my itinerary and where to eat, Baguio is known to for fresh produce. Decided on my what to buys and where to go's.

Went to some of my old time favorite resto's and places within the city and enjoyed the night. Dining alone on a foreign place is not much a big deal and not as awkward when you dine alone in the urban areas. It will be the start of your adventure - traveling alone, when you meet locals or co-tourist. I met 3 guys during my stay, thanks to mobile apps. No hanky pankies though.

I met three individual guys - a local and 2 separate tourist from/visitors from Manila. The "local guy" even asked me to join his friends for some booze session. I never do this with strangers but I tried, it was worth it, I met his friends and had some quick booze session. At least they were friendly enough and you can really feel the sense of belonging - no "out of place" thing. (this one was the most unforgettable experience I can imagine)

The "second guy" was also a visitor, he was staying at a hotel on the other side of the road. We met and talked, conversation did well and our minds met. That night, we decided to hang out and find some place to chill on. He was nice and there were no awkward feelings. Until now, we still communicate - which is a good thing. We even plan to go out of town again. (I know this won't go further, we're just friends - he's nice, if you know what I mean).

The "third guy" was also from Manila, on a business trip. We met the next night, had some dinner and coffee together. He was as good as "second guy" when conversing. He has a boyfriend which calls his mobile phone every 20 minutes just to know what's happening. The night was quick since we are enjoying some good talks.

The second and third day of my trip was for me alone. Went on different scenes and places, just to reminisce. Had some good food and great walks. Just me.

When I was about to buy bus tickets going to Manila, there was a bit of a problem.. tickets were sold out and will have to wait for around 6 hours for new buses to arrive. (it was a Sunday and many tourist were booked and will be returning to Manila), it was 430pm and the ticket I bought was for 1030pm. Good thing, I saw "third guy" along the line and we bumped into each other. He got the same ticket as mine and luckily we are just a seat apart. Ok, at least I have someone with me returning to Manila. The problem is, where to stay for 6 hours? A split second, I thought of "second guy" (he's about to return to Manila the next day). I texted him and he immediately us his room for the next 6 hours. Everything went fine and if I haven't met these guys the night prior to that day - I'm totally fucked up.

The quick vacation was a good experience. Not really the place itself but feeling of freedom, independency and meeting good people. The euphoria of returning to urban area with great memories to keep is just awesome. Now, I'm planning to do it again.. in random places.

**took a couple of shots using my smartphone for this post.

Smart is Sexy

Sorry, but he's right - it hurt my ego. But I feel sorry for you since you clearly lack information. I hope your ailment will get better soon. God bless you.

Song Connection - Good Time

Starting the year right. 


Woah-oh-oh-oh It's always a good time Woah-oh-oh-oh It's always a good time 

Woke up on the right side of the bed What's up with this Prince song inside my head? Hands up if you're down to get down tonight Cuz it's always a good time. 

Slept in all my clothes like I didn't care Hopped into a cab, take me anywhere I'm in if you're down to get down tonight Cuz it's always a good time 

Good morning and good night I'll end up at twilight It's gonna be alright We don't even have to try It's always a good time Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh It's always a good time Woah-oh-oh-oh We don't even have to try, it's always a good time. Freaked out dropped my phone in the pool again 

Checked out of my room hit the ATM Let's hang out if you're down to get down tonight Cuz it's always a good time Good morning and good night
I'll wake up at twilight It's gonna be alright we don't even have to try It's always a good time. Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh 

It's always a good time Woah-oh-oh-oh We don't even have to try, it's always a good time. Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh It's always a good time Woah-oh-oh-oh 

We don't even have to try, it's always a good time. Doesn't matter when It's always a good time then Doesn't matter where It's always a good time there Doesn't matter when, It's always a good time then It's always a good time Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh 

It's always a good time Woah-oh-oh-oh We don't even have to try, it's always a good time Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh It's always a good time Woah-oh-oh-oh We don't even have to try, it's always a good time.