19.03.04; Fearful Friday; 02:59


No. of zits: 3. No. of sauna baths enjoyed this week so far: 2. No. of traumatic experiences: 1.


Dear Niwee,


Last night, I wasn’t in the mood for someone to fondle my boobs and to welcome a hand underneath my skirt. But when a cheap silver gun was pressed on my right cheek, I changed my mind.


This fearless robber, with 2 amateur accomplices, boarded the bus when I am 8 steps away from reaching the door. He bored a hole in the bus conductor’s chest with a gunshot that made B action flicks elite, commanded us one by one to surrender our belongings, forcefully invaded a number of female privates and fled. They fled with our wallets, mobile phones, wristwatches, and even someone’s flight requirements. They fled.


This slow, menacing drive started from Ayala Avenue to Malanday, Valenzuela. Going to the headquarters is the last thing I needed but with the way my conversation with the inquisitive taxi driver went, I felt thoroughly interrogated. While I’m typing this account, I could still feel the cold metal pressed against my jaw when I disobey his instructions.


Thank God I’m alive.


And thanks to Yeng for pressing aux 7 willingly when I came to her in tears. (This is compulsory.)




19.03.04; Fearful Friday; 10: 13


Friday Five


If you…

1. …owned a restaurant, what kind of food would you serve?


I would definitely serve my Papa and Mama’s cooking (so that would be Filipino dishes still and probably some Norwegian ones, too) and call meals like “Kahit Ano” (Anything) or “Kung Ano Yung Sayo” (Whatever You’re Ordering) or “Yung Masarap” (The Best-Tasting One) since these are what Filipinos usually say when asked what they’d like to eat.

2. …owned a small store, what kind of merchandise would you sell?


My racks would boost film merchandise and kinky items. Before my customer/s could exit, they would find a coffee shop where I eagerly wait for an engaging diss/cussion. Errr…did you say small store?

3. …wrote a book, what genre would it be?


Since numerous books have their audio-visual counterparts, I would like to use Film Noir as a genre for the book I’d write. Vendetta, vendetta, vendetta!

4. …ran a school, what would you teach?


Culture. The world needs such.

5. …recorded an album, what kind of music would be on it?


Assuming I have the talent to croon and write my own songs, my album would be an experimental mix of soul, rhythm and blues and jazz. How would that sound?  *scalp-scratching mode*