sorry, guys. pareho na ming gikapoy. sorry gyud.

It's been a long time since I did this. I so love quoting our beloved TB. hehehe...

Jojo: Naa koy ka cyber Yan.

Ako: taya gud

Ako: si gen?

Ako: eheheheheheh

Jojo: Don't try to open my cam. I'm naked.

Ako: ewwwwww

Ako: kinsa man na? si maldivian girl?

Jojo: Nope. Philippines.

Jojo: Di ta ka blame. Layo man gud. The situation calls for innovative strategies.

Ako: kujaw! anyone i know?

Jojo: Gotta go Yan. Good night.

confabulation:



efflorence:



virtuasity:



another one bites the dust:



orgy place gyud amo condo:







inuman na!







kinsay mas gwapo?



jojo says: ako! ako ang mas gwapo!

I still can't believe they're getting married...











grabe. orgy place kaayo ang among condo, no? tsk, tsk.

hehehehehe.

Gen complained that she looks fat in her pictures, so I'm posting pictures from our skinny days. Hehehehe.



This is a result of Bon's photography experiment. There are supposedly hundreds more of these "candid" shots. ;) I remember having my face exhibited in an entire hallway. I was expecting boys to gawk at my pictures. But instead, they gawked at the photographer. Grrr. Freakin Bonita with her simpleng biga ways. Bon, I crush you. Bwehehehe.

Meanwhile, here's another pic of Genee's (not from Bon's camera):



She really is beautiful, isn't she?

Bagay kaayo sila ani:







hehehehehe.

The week is over and I hardly noticed.

It's been a busy, busy week for me. Busier than usual.

But with my blog down for a couple of days (and no procrastination in whatever shape or form to distract me), I was able to squeeze in some time to redesign Hastang's blog (finally!). This is the first step in what I hope would be a fruitful journey for Hastang. More on this later.

Gen, by the way, had to play Mommy for most of the week. She cooked her yummy pasta last Saturday and spent 3 hours cleaning the bathroom. How's that for domesticity, huh? She says it's her form of release. I say it's her way of impressing a certain attorney. hehehe. (Joke lang, Gen. Thank you for your efforts. You are very much appreciated. I hope you know that.)

Eating Gen's pasta was actually the highlight of my week (carbs be damned). The rest of my time was spent fiddling with code. Code, code, code. I am so sick with code.

I wonder when I'd have some quality time to spend on I, me, and myself. I really, really want to start writing again. Not blogging, no. Blogging is just an outlet. A mundane form of writing. Journaling in a new medium, if you will. But journaling nonetheless. (note: This is not to downplay blogging as a legitimate genre. There are some great bloggers who can actually achieve literary epiphany through this medium. But I can't. Mostly because I often blog while doing 10 other things. heheheh.)

I want to write creatively again. I used to be able to dream up pretty decent juxtapositions, metaphors, and entire strings of ambiguous plots that can be - uhm - labeled literature to a certain degree (although that is purely subjective, if I might add).

But now, I'm stuck with code, code, and more code.

The only "creative" writing I do is limited to concocting contrived phrases that somehow masquerade as marketing blurbs, plus entire articles that focus more on SEO keyword density rather than any form of cohesive creativity.

God! Am I stumped!

In one of our YM conversations, my high school friend Mai (now based in the east coast) lamented that her NY lacks magic. She said that in order to feel alive again, she needs to surround herself with creative people like moi. Hah. If she only knows.

I've sold out. Yes, Jo, I've sold out. (wipe that smug look off your face, dammit!)

I'm not doing what I was meant to do.

I'm wasting the best years of my life on such blah concerns as making money.

I've sold out. Sold my soul to the highest bidder.

And I don't know how to get out of it.

In a way, I really envy Mark. I can't help it. I am jealous of his passion. Of his perseverance. Of his determination to reach the stars or die trying. Sometimes, I even resent the fact that he still has the freedom to pursue his dream.

I don't. Not anymore. Not in this stage of my life.

Alli, I promised to answer your questions about my relationship. And I will, in due time. I need to clear my head first.

I will say this, though: There are times when I just get sick of the constant state of limbo that I am in.

Don't get me wrong. Mark never asked me to put my life on hold for him. In fact, he encourages me to do whatever I want. But I can't. Because I love him. And sometimes, I love him too much that it hurts.

When I say that I am "bound", it doesn't mean that I feel I have no choice but to be with Mark.

It simply means that certain circumstances in my life often tempt me to let go. But I can't. Because I love him too much. Sometimes even more than I love myself. And I know -- and Mark certainly knows -- how wrong that is. For me. For him. For both of us.

And I will leave it at that.

On a happier note, our beloved Bonita is coming home.

Yahoooooo!!!

Bons, we miss you terribly.

And we need you here.

We can't wait to welcome you home.

:-)

cast:
Angelo - our one year old little boy
Sofia - the neighbor's three year old girl
Bully Boy - we don't know his real name and age

crew:
Scriptwriter - Alli
Coreldraw Dude - Toni

[Note: Read from bottom to top.]

Bon, I think this is your fault:



Or is it Mark's?

hmmmm....

bwahahahahahahaha!

And I bet this post would become another landing page for more pangatnig searchers.

Sorry, folks! Laugh trip lang po. :P~

I miss UP.



people in the front row (photo above): Dr. Daisy, Jojo of Gwapings, Dr. Andrei, Sweet Bonita, Sexy Yannie, Simpay, and Dr. Mae. (people in the back row don't really matter)



L-R: Dr. Daisy, Engr. Ibyang, Atty. Gerik, Sexy Yannie, Engr. Pio, and Dr. Anette.



L-R: Gerik, Ibyang, Pio, Anette, Bon, Yan



L-R: Daisy, Dexter, Gerik, Ibyang, Pio, Yan, Bon

PS: Alli, this was way before your time. *lol*

St. Francis Square. December 1997.



the era of unplucked eyebrows, shapeless skirts, and chunky clogs. wahahaha.

L-R: Daisy, Jan, Yannie, Bon, Pio, Ibyang, Mae, Acol.



i miss pio... ;)



haaayyy, ka-cute jud ni ken, no? :D

guess who...

Jojo and Bonita!

ahem. love you, g!

There once was a girl who blossomed into a woman on her 30th birthday. Somebody offered to pop her cherry, and she was this happy:



So happy that he had to do this:



"I'm fabulous! I'm fabulous!" she kept repeating throughout the night.

The reason? Why, this, of course:



Notice the slight shift from haughty reluctance (see photo above) to this:



Ahhhh. Fabulous, indeed, is the word.

Such was her fabulous happiness that everyone cheered and rejoiced:



Huwaaa!

Belated happy birthday, Goddess! :-)

Here are some of our favorite blogs and websites:

• Himantayon: A True Story
  Chronicling the limits of our humanity - in pure, unadulterated Cebuano
  
• Fubar Genre: The Genre of Fubar
  Failed attempts at cryptic truths
  
• A Copywriter's Notebook
  The Works of the Divine Feminine a.k.a. Genee
  
• The Corteses: Alli, Toni, and Angelo
  Life is absofuckinly beautiful for the Corteses
  
• Dasig: None But Ourselves Can Free Our Minds
  Jojo chronicles his life in Singapore and his take on current issues
  
• Cebu Diver: The Ultimate Cebu Diving Resource
  A collaborative effort to bring relevant, up-to-date about the world of scuba diving
  
• Hastang: The Official Website
  Official website of Cebu-based, female-fronted indie band Hastang
  
• The World of Hastang
  Official blog of the greatest indie rock band in the world
  
• Guile is Paperbag
  Pakapin lang ni sya. harharhar.
  
• Siya si Kai
  Her name is Kai. And she deviates.
  
• Alli & Toni: Together for 50 Years
  Alli and Toni on Multiply
  
• Zai Angelo on Multiply
  Alli & Toni's adorable baby boy
  
• Swirling Vortex: The Beginning
  This was where it all began
  

I had been meaning to do this for the longest time, but I never quite had the opportunity.

Luckily for you (and unluckily for me), the server in which my personal blog is hosted is down yet again (to tell you the truth, I'm beginning to outgrow Philhosting - darn that host! *groan*), and since I'm already in warrior, er, blogging mode, I decided to make a new blog for the swirling vortices once and for all.

Yup. Take note of the plural form. Apparently, somebody has already swiped the swirlingvortex subdomain from blogger. So I have no other choice, really.

[Dear owner of the dormant swirlingvortex.blogspot.com blog, please do give us first dibs on your blog's name. We've sorta grown fond of the swirling vortex brand. We will love you and hug you and squeeze you if you hand over your blog to us. That's a promise. *batting lashes*]

So, people, let's keep this blog updated, okay?

I promise not to dominate this blog with my personal self-absorbed ranting (deja vu?), as long as you promise to do your part.

And does anyone remember what happened to this other blog? Hmmm. Can't remember either.

Welcome to the swirling world of the great vortices. Behind this blog are the original self-styled Moirae and her/their minions.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.