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Jason... WHAT HAPPENED?! PM me.

Sex 1-900 :lol:Mind sharing your refund, Wibby?

I'm going with Cole's suggestion. If you have lockers at work, you could stuff it in his.

Congratulations! I wonder where you get all that time.

Thank you, Wibby.I think an irate you talking over the phone to someone in a call center is a conversation worth eavesdropping on. :lol:Well, I really hope I won't have to cut my hair just to get a job.

Day of Defiance. I like that. I heard it on TV yesterday, during that "non"-coup d' etat. It was one of the leaders of the "non"-rebellion who said that. Day of Defiance, he said, so we should all go there and support them. In other words, they need human shields to block bullets from the police and the army. Poor them, though. Only the media went there so they could cover what was happening. And they surrendered in the end, after the government rammed a tank into the hotel (The Peninsula) that they used as fortress. The media guys were "arrested" along with them because the police and the army were irritated since they couldn't fire at the "non"-rebels at will. Stupid media. I wish those "non"-rebels were all killed yesterday. They were playing underdog after the whole event. Anyway. I haven't blogged in a while. I haven't blogged a real blog in a while. I mean, I wrote a poem, an unfinished story, and some spam (because I read my junk mail too). But "nothing" since that Parental Guidance thing. Well, I'm blogging now. Six months ago, I quit my job, intending to concentrate on studying. I was supposed to be in my third year as an accounting student, and well, things are supposed to be "intense" at that time, right? The college of business in that school was new; they've been a medical school for more than 25 years. So they needed guys who would surely pass the CPA board, regardless of where they studied, so they offered me a "scholarship", and some other stupid smart students who don't have that much money to study in college. The teaching was crappy. It actually took me 5 semesters before I said enough to that. So now I'm out of school, looking for a job again. That was the decision that I was talking about, a few entries back. Quit school. But I didn't tell my parents, until the next semester, this semester, was supposed to start. They got mad at first, though I didn't really mind. They weren't paying for it, after all. I don't know when or how I'll be able to go back to school. But I'm hoping that by June next year, I've saved enough money for that. That is, if I could find a job, which is really hard right now. Others had encouraged me to go out there and find a job, but I wasn't really "encouraged", you know. It's not for lack of wanting either. I don't know. I guess, some people had to experience mid-life crisis at an early age. In the past six months, I've been angry at the world for all the reasons that I could think of, angry at my parents for the way they were, angry at myself for not being myself. I wish I could show what I really was feeling inside, but it's so easy for me to smile and pretend nothing's going on. My bad, I guess. Three days ago, I had a "conversation" with my best friend, if you would call texting a conversation. He told me that he got a job at a department store near where I live. (He had moved away, so that means I'll be seeing more of him now.) He told me to get a job too, and if I could, get one where he would be working. And I wanted to. I don't know if it's sad or funny that a lot of people could encourage me to get a job and I still won't be encouraged, but it took my best friend, telling me through SMS, to get a job just to kind of get my spirits up back again. If I had lost it, that is. The problem is that I'm tired of working for minimum wage. I don't want to work hard for less money anymore. And those minimum-wage jobs always had more requirements than the jobs that pay more. Like haircut. I want to grow my hair up to shoulder length. I haven't cut it in five months, so having it cut just to get paid with minimum wage doesn't sit well with me. At all. I suppose I could always try being a rentboy for a while, and don't think that it hasn't crossed my mind at all. But that's as far down in my list as harakiri is. I applied for a job two days ago at three call center companies. And no luck. I really don't know why. I mean, I just have to talk English on the phone, and that isn't hard. At the first one, I got as far as the second interview, which, after that, is the final interview. The interviewer in the second interview was a big, fat Indian, who was wheezing the whole time he was interviewing me. And damn it, I spoke better English than he did. He doesn't have any right at all to tell me I didn't pass his interview. The second company told me they'd call me the next day, and I thought, "Yeah, right," but I still waited for their call. It didn't came. Nothing from the phone at home. No missed call on my mobile phone either. The third wanted to see my transcripts in college. And let me tell you, getting your transcripts when your undergraduate is like cutting through the red tape in goverment agencies. I really don't know what the big deal is. The job was, after all, a job where Americans from all over the U.S. curse you over the phone. Seems like a minimum wage job is all I can get right now. So I'm faced with a decision between cutting the hair that I've been taking care of for the past five months so I could get paid with minimum wage, and having no job but with the promise of seeing how I'd look like with my hair touching my shoulders. Tough decisions for me. I really want to grow my hair long. I think six more months and I'll have that. End rant. I haven't answered most of the emails I have received in the past days (more than one is already many), so if any of you reading this have emailed me, you'll be seeing my name in your inbox either later today or tomorrow. I'm not dodging anyone, I swear. I could've answered my emails yesterday, but I was glued to the TV, watching that tank ram into the hotel entrance. It was really cool watching that, by the way, but seeing them fighting their own brothers, their fellow Filipinos, well, it was sad. It's good that the "non"-rebels surrendered, though I'd rather see them killed. Well, okay, I'll do my emails now.

I'm sure Cole wouldn't be that predictable. :) Rad

This is just f**king maddening.

Um...

My condolences to you, and wishes for all the best. I'm not good with this, so I better stop now. As for your grades going to hell, don't worry about it. Mine are already there; it will meet yours.Rad

Yeah, happy pigging out.

Do you mean a few weeks?

I had thought of this too, near the end, when Justin was waiting for Lucas. I knew Lucas would come, but that thought hit me. What if he wasn't gay? Justin never gave him a chance. But he's gay, after all. So I won't think of that anymore. It was wordy in some parts that it sometimes lost me, but that could be because I don't speak the language. But I like it. Rad

Sex is addictive.Sex is addictive.Sex is addictive.

And much love to you too. :)Rad

A lot of the things you said hit home. I don't know if you still long to be with your parents, but in my opinion, you're better off without them. Religion does a lot of awful things to the human mind. I'm glad that you didn't just give up.Rad

If Wibby would receive a ton of emails everyday, I don't think he would have time to write the story anymore.

AJ brings us another one of his Story Time. This time, it's about John, Bill, and Priscilla. (Yep, a threesome.) Part one is up at the home page, and it gives background to how John and Bill met. If you don't know who they are, read Story Time: Grampa and Amos. (Sorry if I didn't put a link. They're all at the home page. The link to that is at the upper left of your screen.) Interesting characters, interesting situation, interesting author.. :D It's a really great story. I don't have the words to describe it, but if AJ understands Tagalog, then here: Galing, sobra. After you've read it and made a comment in this thread, PLEASE go to the story thread of Grampa and Amos in this same forum and beg AJ to tell us what happened to Jake. PLEASE Rad

I can't help laughing reading this. Absolutely brilliant! So true. I'll stop now, before I give you more rash in the brain. ;) Rad

Three words. Wow, wow, and wow! I love it, and I second everything Cole said up^^ there. If AJ would only tell me what happened to Jake, I'll be the most satisfied guy in AD. :) I'll stop now, before I repeat everything Cole said up^^ there. See, I'm already repeating myself. ;) Rad One last thing: I hope I emphasize it enough. AJ, please, I beg you, tell me what happened to Jake. :)

Hey Jason!I like the picture. You like you have a "cold" fire on your head.Rad :)

I second what Wibby said. Cole already knows how I feel about the story. Don't wanna repeat myself. Rad

My condolences to Codey's family, friends, and Tim. It's impossible for me right now to know what to say. *Sigh* :(

I second that. :) If you're having a bad day, just read EleCivil's blog. If you want to kill yourself, read mine.