Vagina Monologues

I borrowed a home video from my cousin last week so I could do something else other than texting. I’m trying to conserve my prepaid credits until the end of the month. I don’t wanna spend more money on a damned prepaid card. So much for prepaid cards, it was Alicia Silverstone starring in the movie entitled Clueless. Yeah, I know it was a high school flick what, like 3 years ago. I don’t care. I haven’t even seen the movie. So off I went to the living room, switched the DVD player on, and played the disc.

The movie was going pretty good, with all the amusing fancy clothes they’re wearing, the bags of chips I was eating, and all the beer I was drinking. Then there was this one part that totally reminded me of a male friend. In this scene, Tai and Cher were talking and one of Tai’s lines really caught my attention.

“Like why am I even listening to you to begin with? You’re a virgin who can’t drive…”

It sounded like being a female virgin at age 16 in the States was a bad thing. But yeah, it is a bad thing for a male to be still a virgin at 16. Hullo!!! Like what’s the high school prom for? Dancing? I don’t think so. Then I remember one of my friends who had always been the butt of every joke whenever we talk about sex and stuff like that. He’s still a virgin at 18. Funny, I think. But for most of the other guys, it’s pathetic.

Once, I wondered what it felt like to be in his shoes. The guys talked about what positions they’d tried with their partners, how each position felt, and what felt best at which position. Sheesh, it was really weird. I was having this feeling of total icky-ness. I didn’t know what they were talking about. Yes, I knew it was about THAT but I was zero-experience on this. And I would go like, “Can we talk about something else? I’m getting way too out-of-place here.”

Then I tried to argue my way out of it instead of trying to change the topic. I’d go like, “Hullo!!! I know sex is something, a big thing actually, but it’s not everything. I have my academics, my sport, my social life, my friends, and my family. Why should I go nuts over something that I’ve never experienced for like, 18 years and still survive? Oh, and if you say sex is part of one’s social life, I’ll have a partial social life then.”

It was hard, but I did it. I realized being a virgin is kind of like, a social challenge.

Luckily, I’m not like my friend. I’m not a perpetual virgin.

The Power of Boredom

B. O. R. E. D. It feels so weird. There are a lot of things that I can do right now, actually. I can watch tons of video CDs, play lotsa computer games, surf the worldwide web, connect to the world through chat, play hundreds of mp3s, read all kinds of magazines, eat buckets of French fries and gallons of ice cream, but, I don’t know. I don’t wanna do any of those things. Even smoking cigarettes doesn’t appeal much to me right now. I know I wanna do something but I don’t know what that is. So basically, that’s it. I’m bored. I’m sooooooo fucking bored.

B. O. R. E. D. I don’t know how much power boredom holds. But once it strikes you, you’re good as dead – for an entire day, at least. I know most of you know the feeling. You’re never at ease when you’re bored. There’s this feeling of unfinished business within you, but when you try to sort things out, you won’t find anything that would seem unfinished to you. You’ll search for something to do to make the boredom go away, which, you won’t ever find. Studies show that none, as in no one, has ever found something interesting to do when he’s bored. He’ll just keep searching, and keep believing that there is something he’s in search of. He’ll only realize that there’s nothing he wants to do when he’s bored after the boredom has gone away, say, after a day. So basically, that’s it. I’m bored. I’m sooooooo fucking bored.

B. O. R. E. D. Studies also show that boredom can only be defeated by sleep. So if you’re bored as hell, go to sleep. You’ll see that when you wake up, the feeling of boredom has gone away.

B. O. R. E. D. So basically, that’s it. I’m bored. I’m sooooooo fucking bored.

End of Days

November 2nd. A few minutes past three in the afternoon. The sun is shining brightly outside, but I don’t care. I’m in front of my pc, chatting, surfing, playing computer games, writing stupid stuff – just passing time. I’m not supposed to be up yet. Life, for me, starts at 8 in the evening – at least during term break.

Ah, only 2 days to go and it’s the end of my beautiful lifestyle. I’m back to my dreadful academic days. But before that, I’m gonna have to go through a transition process that the university has devised to, uh, bridge the gap. I’m gonna have to go to school, meet that weird adviser of mine, and fall in endless lines for hours, even days. I’m gonna have to walk from building to building in the heat of the blazing sunshine, leaving me awfully exhausted, inevitably smelly, so damn broke, my cell phone battery dead, and my schedule for the coming term all screwed up. I don’t know why I have to go through this truly heinous process. All I know is that I have to, because if I don’t, I’m on AWOL*.

Only 2 days left. Then, there won’t be 6am to 6pm naps anymore. No more vodka and soda, no more playing cards and serious betting, no more mahjong, no more beer and pizza, no more all-night IRC life, no more internet marathon, no more video karaoke, no more race wars at Select*, no more. No more fun.

The end of days, beautiful days, has come. A hideous week awaits me. I pray to the gods to give me enough strength, patience, motivation, determination, cell phone battery power, and an umbrella to withstand and overcome this test.

The anticipation of this event is gruesome. Just the thought makes me look for a cigarette to calm my nerves.


*AWOL – Absence without Leave
*Select – Select at Shell gasoline station, Marcos Highway