im too emotionally down to write anything thatd proudly bear my signature




ireceived the news that Sidney Sheldon (world’s greatest novelist, that is, unless papasam decides to dethrone him) is dead during a basketball game in araneta coliseum. iremember being too happy with what iwas watching then, thus denying him the sad respect that he deserved

iwanted to offer a tribute by listing all the quotable quotes, killer lines, clichés and big bangs that his novels have to offer. getting lost (as usual) however, with his greatest, the Other Side of Midnight, ihad no choice but to admit that doing so would require an entire book in itself

thus here, ishall be listing only the story of the said novel, during its seventh chapter. the goody-two-shoed protagonist, Catherine Alexander, became William Fraser’s (a Washington D.C. biggie) intimate partner after the guy bedded her during an after-office workout. id be doing the narration and the comments, with the old man taking care of the literary blows

its interesting, she thought, how the things other people do seem so horrible, and yet when youre doing them they seem so right. when you are reading about the sexual experiences of someone else, its True Confessions, but when its you, it’s the Ladies’ Home Journal
(Catherine’s insight of her being William's unofficial wife)

Contrary to what Fraser had said, sex with him did not become more exciting, but Catherine told herself that sex was only a small part of a relationship. She was not a schoolgirl who needed constant titillation, she was a mature woman
(about men that boasted of their brilliances in bed. On a lighter note,,, soooo schoolgirls really ARE vulnerable to unChristian acts, after all, huh?)

Catherine: Its like another world. I envy your growing up here
William: Do you think youd like living on a farm?
Catherine: This isn’t exactly a farm. Its more like owning your own country
(Fraser takes Catherine to his parents’ home to introduce her. Well, ijust liked how she made William look like a craphead…)

William: Did you enjoy the evening?
Catherine: Very much. I liked your parents
William: They liked you too
Catherine: Im glad
And she was. Except for the vaguely disquieting thought in the back of her mind that somehow she shouldve been more nervous about meeting them
(Actually, the word Catherine used much earlier was CURIOUSITY. Do you get that, being merely curious with seeing the couple that gave life to your future-husband?? Now ladies, the next time mr.suave snatches your heart off you, make him take you to where his elderlies live. If you start feeling a little too kris aquino-ique, then that mister suave aint yours)

(in Los Angeles, Catherine Alexander meets Larry Douglas, the hormone-spinning two-legged-son-of-a-bitch that made this novel stand on the pedestal. Larry stalks her for a while, and in this scene, sends her a glamour shot of him with a love quote)

Cathy’s secretary: My God! Is he real?
Catherine: Fake. The only real thing is the picture its printed on
Secretary: (watches in dismay as Larry gets torn) What a waste. Ive never seen one like that in the flesh
Catherine: In Hollywood, they have sets that are all front- no foundation. You’ve just seen one
(bitterness on my part why i included this, iguess. Go Sheldon.)

(Catherine meets Larry in a restaurant. Apparently, Larry and William were good friends. Larry’s revealed to be an ace pilot of the air squadron from London)

Catherine: How were the English girls?

Larry: They were fine. Of course, I didn’t have much time for that sort of thing. I was busy flying
Catherine: (in her head) Like hell you didn’t. I’ll bet there wasn’t a virgin left standing within a hundred miles of you
(What a nice line. That’s no exaggeration of course. Sigh, Mark Caguioa, why did I end up being anybody but you…)

(Catherine’s getting bombarded in the office with calls from Larry. At first, she tried ignoring them, then somehow decided to talk to him for one last time)

She waited for another call from him all afternoon. He had not called by six oclock. Why should he?, Catherine asked herself. He’s out laying six other girls. Youre lucky. Being involved with him would be like going to a butcher shop. You take your number and wait your turn
(Fucking analogy. But still, what a nice way to be butchered. Ahem. Im speaking for the femalekind, ofcourse)

(Catherine saw Larry standing by her car, looking like Adonis and Venus’ offspring)
Catherine: Don’t do this to me. I want you to leave me alone. I belong to William.
Larry: Where’s your wedding ring?

Catherine: For God’s sake, what do you want from me?

Larry: Everything. I want you.
Catherine: Well, you cant have me. Go torture somebody else.
(This just hits off my novel-reading mood. Makes me laugh. Makes me feel sorry for that gurl there I stalked once XD)

(Catherine inevitably ended in Larry’s bedroom doing the William-Fraser-bashing ritual. Iguess it is kind of erotic, though if youre as grim as me right now, you wouldn’t be able to care any better)

(Catherine’s suddenly having troubles now that shes experienced what a wonderful man Larry was in bed. And suddenly, afraid that this one-night-stand might indeed become a one-night-only)

Well, she had nobody to blame but herself. She had known what she was getting into. No matter what happens, I must never blame him. I walked into this with my eyes and my legs wide open.

(Funny quote. XD)

Five oclock in the morning. William Fraser’s house.
William: ..Hello..?

Catherine: Hello, Bill. Its Catherine.
William: Catherine! Ive been trying to call you all evening. Where are you? Are you all right?Catherine: Im fine. Im in Maryland with Larry Douglas. We just got married


all that with just one chapter. yes. and now that Sheldon’s gone, no reason to dwell that much time on paperbacks just yet. sigh. he shouldve waited for my name, atleast

iknow, ipromised iwont be updating yet while the PBA’s Finals is still on-going. but ijust felt like it. im singing the when-it-rains-it-pours song involuntarily right now, thus ithought writing this would probably help my insides subside a little bit

Saint Valentine. if you only werent there in heaven, iwouldve glorified your name with a damnyoutohell

iwonder how the mistersuaves of the world do their tricks


listening to Kala’s Jeepney doesnt help much. well, yes, you have the basics there- when to attack, what projectiles to use, how to teem with fighting spirit, how to be vulnerable to phone-number requests

but comeon, can you really imagine me doing the hi-miss-dont-iknow-you-from-somewhere?



a real pretty gurl sat beside me on the LasPinyas-bound bus this afternoon. she was a thomasian archi student, and iwas inside the AB shirt, so maybe, the blood bond had a lot to do with it


ifound myself wishing to transform to richmond



thinking about it now, being him apparently wasnt the best choice. unless the gurl was itchier than gabe (as aura would have put it), there was no way mercurio would have flashed the doll a grin and a conversation-initiating hello

too many stories (and personal witnessing) of his female-eye conquering exploits. none still of a gurl

altho that may be attributed to the side-effects of yet the greatest gurl he had in his life


its not just that wednesday next week is making me feel like the world’s greatest loser for the second straight year



even boom wonders about the skills of the Lupins. imagine, someone as boy-next-door-ique and cuddly as boom, marveling about the people we all thought he was one of

see, boom related to us one of his NLEX adventures. just before he closed his eyes for a nap once, he watched a cute ogling contest between two of his fellow passengers- a John Doe and an Angelina Jolie

when he got knocked out from the mini-slumber a little while later, the duelists were already exchanging numbers

iwanted to strangle him for not observing the lovers-to-be as if his life had depended on it. atleast then he could have shared something more informing than envying. really. too bad boom’s cuddliness got the better of me.



igave miss archi not a single glance after her bottom had touched her seat, not wanting her to mistake me as another one of those guys whose heads she control the movement. ibelieve she had the remote controls for the two men that were in front of us

richmond, richmond…



even mark caguioa is of richmond’s type. iwont be elaborating much, for fears of having competition over him, but in a quick skim, Mr. Furious’ the shy type. he’d have a friend or a waiter approach a gurl for him and just have the seeds of their love fern be planted artificially

unbelievable, huh? FHM titled that interview with him “NO FASTBREAKS FOR THE SPARK?!” in recognition of that unlikeliness

the same magazine, however, once advised: you can do that technique only if your bridging friend looks way inferior to you. ithen remembered my case. iwillingly put it to rest at once



ihavent read yet jayjay helterbrand’s story of how he met and wooed her wife. eric menk is still single, tho once went out with ara mina. caguioa, the fucking hot playboy god of philippine basketball, is intimately friends with lauren hudson, a gorgeous fil-australian model who appears regularly in your local magazines. two or three years ago, he slept with juliana palermo for a while. and even before that, with countless other willing blondes, redheads and brunettes.

no lectures about one-night stands here, though. sex isnt very expensive; its love that costs whatever it is youre having famines of



reflecting further, richmond also probably wouldnt have stood a chance versus miss pretty archi

on her way out of the bus, her smile obstructing her phone-kissing ears, inoticed that her mouth was excitedly chattering even more excited words- the average non-taken listener would have thrown out what he had for lunch

but wait, hasnt richmond already dealt with those kind of challenges before? what if… XD



…
this is my tribute for the feast of the heat. the avenida and recto drive-ins must be full after this Sunday. i, however, have no time for love (except probably during evenings xP) with my suave boyfriends needing my support as they slug it out for the trophy for the next two weeks

my next update will either be the brightest or the gloomiest. wish for me the former