yes, went to rehab- not really the types hollywood celebs or thirdworld cesspit celebs go into, but a sort of get away. For three days i went away from all the ruckus of a idle life at home, free from the stress of doing nothing, and attempt at having a fun time at the city of Legazpi.
yeah, you could put it that way, i headed to the city with only a few clothes, a few hundred bucks, and hopeful that things may look better as soon as i get back. my bitch friend, a fresh employee of an outsourcing company based in the cityi, offerred me her place.
nice apartment though, not bad for a newbie in the employment world. lol.
well, it was definitely a 'rehab'--i had activities with her (didn't fuck her, though) like taught her how to put dramatic make up on for work, hehe, went downtown to go hunting for cheap food thrills like the spicy pinangat (i love!) and salted eggs, drank coffee, had yosi, drank more coffee, had more yosi (the perks) talked about interesting things, and oh, i finished reading Costa Rican writer Fabian Dobles' Los Años, Pequeñas Dias (years like brief days):
where one of the entries go:"i'm bored by people so overwhelmed they can't even say plainly 'today' but 'on the day of today', nor 'last night' but 'yesterday night'. They haven't 'just come' because they 'came recently', and they don't 'think so' since they think what Tom, Dick, and Harry think and don't have opinion themselves. They 'would be of the opinion'. And they don't 'believe', they 'would believe', nor do they 'say', because where they 'had to say' they 'would hardly say'.
augh, the frills of a modern world.
anyway, one of the best things about my bitch's place is the view of Lignon hill on her terrace.
and one of the best things, was, i got laid during the last night. not by one, but two gay men. lol.
i knew i needed a good screw. what a rehab.
that 's all.
