Lazy Sunday

Today's a lazy Sunday at our house. My sister and I spent most of the afternoon watching American TV series.

I was giving off a Maroon 5 vibe, me thinks.

EXCERPT - DIRT - The Not Quite Unreal Finale

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               The elderly doctor side stepped to let the three other passengers of the elevator out. Odd how they looked to her like they were in a race, trying to overtake the others. Which they sort of were. Astrud would want nothing more than to be the first person Mitch would see to enter her hospital room. She didn’t know why the other two were trying to get there first, though.

                For his part, Orestes had always been Alpha Male. A well meaning but misplaced sense of protectiveness towards his classmate was driving him to half run towards the room Michelle Lim was confined in. If his people were correct, she was still in a coma, really, there was no need for him to hurry. Never the less, once word that the Lims have started to allow visitors, Orestes insisted on being one of the first in the room. No one gets ahead of Orestes in anything, after all, and that was just how things are.

                Jason Lastimosa, of course, was running for an altogether different, more intimate, reason.

                His phone rang while he was in the shower.

                “It’s your phone,” the woman yelled. “Pick it up.” It was her house.

                Jason Lastimosa grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. There was no need for modesty, he had just been fucking the woman on the floor before he went to take a shower. Which was precisely why he needed a shower.

                His pants were under her bed. He kneeled to reach for the ringing phone inside one of the pockets. It was his classmate Astrud.

                “Where are you?”

                “Home,” he lied. “How is she?”

                “They’re letting people in now. Pick me up. Let’s go together.”

                Jason wanted to argue; he didn’t like how bossy Astrud sounded. He never liked how bossy Astrud always sounded. But he’d been dying for any news about Mitch, and people would wonder what he’d be doing there without any of their common friends around.

                “Ok, I’ll pick you up. Text me where you are.”

                Jason dropped the call. The woman came back, and wrapped her arms around him. “Who was that?”

                “I have to go,” Jason answered.

                The woman frowned. She was at that delicate age of narrowly being able to pull it off and looking ridiculous for pouting. “Stay. I’ll make dinner.”

                “I really can’t, ma’am. My mom’s looking for me,” he said. He was getting good at lying.

                The woman detached herself. She flopped on her bed, and crossed her slender legs in the way she knew men want. “Half an hour more, please?”

                “I really can’t.” Jason started putting his pants on.

                “15 minutes?” she asked. He had his socks on.

                May Belle bit her lip seductively, and looked at her student straight in the eye.

                “OK, maybe 10.” Jason unbuttoned his fly.

Siege Malvar went to Dampa sa Libis with Friends from Law School

Last Friday, I met up with my friends Cielly, Jordan, and Cam-b for a movie. But we all came in too late for seats, so we headed out to have dinner instead at Dampa sa Libis.

Dampa sa Libis is one of those venues where you go to a nearby wet market to shop for fresh seafood, and then you pay some people to cook it for you. Cielly and Cam-b did all the shopping, and that's how we ended up with roughly 4 kilos of seafood to split between the four of us.

Here's the girls haggling:

Cam-b's calling it the No Judgment Dinner Club. With said judgment being that of gluttony. I pointed out that for a group claiming to have no judgment, the two of them were pretty hard on Jordan regarding how little he eats compared to them. A fact they promptly ignored.

We also have this thing where before anyone can eat anything, everyone has to help in deshelling the shirmps. Which were humongous as they swim in garlic butter sauce. Cam-B and Cielly both agreed the garlic butter sauce tasted watered down compared to the previous times they were there. I had no opinion, it being my first time in Dampa. But it did tasted lacking, with my point of reference being all the other garlic butter prawns I had in my life.

Cam-B and I noticed Cielly and Jordan were both wearing red. Which prompted both of us to look at what we were wearing, hoping to have some commonality. An accent, a button, a loose thread. 

"We're so competive, it's not funny anymore." I told her. Which was also the reason why we were totally on Where's My Water? mode all the way from Greenbelt to Libis.

Not to brag about it, but I'm gonna brag about it. I finished the game in one sitting. And Cam-b thought I wouldn't get past the "Higher and Higher" stage. Thanks to a really competitive spirit, and determination, and a lot of cursing.

"Boo, yah! Take that you m*therfucking crocodile," I screamed at the iPad.

"You can't get near Cob-b," she said. Cob-b is her nephew who she absolutely adores.

I agreed. "Yeah, I better not be around you guys when the kid's here."

Kids scare me. I think I never saw myself enough of a grown up to be entrusted with the care of one. My 9 year old brother is bound to outgrow me in a couple of years. I have the maturity of a 3 year old, give or take.  I would make a horrible dad. I should never be allowed to inflict my genes on anyone, unless the infliction is on their faces. I think by reproduction, I would cause humanity great harm. I'm scared of my future, hypothetical offsprings. They'd be the baddest mofos around, and I don't want to be responsible for the world where my kids would rule kings.

It was too much to think of over dinner. Unprompted too. So I went back to devouring the rest of the seafood feast they ordered. I wanted to get liempo and steaks, but Cam-B and Ciels reminded me it was a Friday, and being good Catholics, we were observing Lent, though with the feast before us, you would think otherwise.

Jeje Couture

Jejemons arrived at the same style Givenchy did isolated from the fashion scene of Europe.

Meanwhile, people quick to ridicule the originality of the Jejemons have this crazy notion that the height of fashion and style is buying whatever Bench and Folded and Hung have on sale. Also, they do this while enjoying their Magnums. Just, coz, you know, everyone's overnight favorite ice cream is Magnum.

Siege Malvar is using Old Spice

[DISCLAIMER: I am NOT being paid or otherwise compensated for this blog post. I am not in any way involved in the marketing / promotions of the Old Spice and its brands. This is an independent review from a satisfied consumer.]

I was afraid of trying Old Spice. It has this middle aged men vibe that I used to associate with older gentlemen who would trail me around on the street. Maybe I was molested by someone wearing Old Spice in my childhood, and it's my subconscious raising the red flags.

However, I ran out of deodorant stick one day, and I didn't have the time to go to the drugstore to get one. So I went to the convenience store nearby, bought the only deodorant they have on stock; it was an Old Spice High Endurance Dry Cream.

I'm an explorative consumer. I try new brands before I declare my loyalty to one. Before Old Spice, I used Gilette Clear Gel deodorant. I looove the smell of it, and how it goes on clear. But, after trying Old Spice High Endurance Dry Cream, I think I'm converting.

Old Spice High Endurance Dry Cream WORKS. It's as simple as that. It goes smooth as a dry cream, no lumps or gross build ups. It has a spicy scent, which I still find disconcerting, but the more I smell it, the more comfortable I am with it. I'm starting to like it. But the real selling point for me of the product is that it FUCKING WORKS!

All of these happened to me in one, single day, and Old Spice High Endurance Dry Cream was there for me to keep me fresh and odor free:

• I went to the gym, and sweated a lot.
• Ran to the office. Got into several meetings.
• Commuted to the Visprint office to return some swatches I borrowed.
• Commuted via MRT to Ortigas to meet my boss for a presentation.
• Got late for presentation, so I ran to Emerald ave to meet my boss there.
• Presented a pitch to client.
• Went back to the office for more meetings.
• Went back to the gym to do some cardio exercises before going home.
• Had dinner with friends.
• Went home. Walked all the way from the main road.

I must have sweated 5 gallons that day. OK, maybe that's an exaggeration. But it was a really hectic day for me, and Old Spice High Endurance Dry Cream didn't fail. One of its active ingredient must be concentrated essence of Epic Win.

Thanks, Old Spice. You helped me conquer all my challenges. I think with you under my arms, I can be the man I should be. 

Ok, so maybe that... or I have turned into the molester I used to be afraid of, so now I'm really into Old Spice. The preferred deo stick of choice of sweaty rapists.

Before the meeting...

The person we were presenting to was caught up with something. The wide floor to ceiling mirror was too tempting. Holla. I was with ms tatum and josser.

Siege Malvar's life according to foursquare.

So, apparently, all i do is go to work, go to the gym, and go home. And on the fifth spot: the hole in the wall across the street where people from the office get lunch.