Dance With The Devils

Oscar brought me along with him to Fahrenheit last night to cheer me up. It was my very first time to go there, and I'm not really sure what to feel about it. Sure it was a bit scary, and it did help keep my mind off the things I usually think about... but it didn't make me feel any better at all. If anything, it felt like the chatrooms, actually. Faceless, nameless guys, and all one is wont to do is notice if people have bigger tummies than chests... Heh.

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oscar: personally lang... when i was new to the bath house scene siempre googly wide eyed innocence
oscar: pero siempre, i'm old na and di na nga ako dapat go there
oscar: the magic was gone... yun lang .... for me
me: hmm
me: googly wide eyed innocence
oscar: sa iyo siempre may magic pa
me: was i like that last night?
oscar: you?
oscar: i dont know
oscar: di kita pinapansin eh
oscar: i wanted you to have your own assimilation of events na wala akong input
oscar: so i tried not to take notice of what you were feeling
me: oh
me: well
me: honestly i was hoping the place would cheer me up
me: or at least bring me up a notch
oscar: it didn't... no problem
oscar: well
oscar: it's life
oscar: i wouldnt expect the place to cheer you up
oscar: sa akin lang naman yun


(Y!M 10:33AM; 22.01.2005)

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All in all, it was pretty surreal and a little bit more unexpectedly stressful. The experience was nice, and the best part was the driver of the cab I rode home was kind enough to listen to my redundant, run-on rants. I rediscovered the joys of complaining in Tagalog, tangina.




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AFTERTHOUGHT: It was a pretty nifty steam room though.