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Last night I lost my cellphone at Che’lu
Most of the people I talked to only had one thing to say and that is ‘it’s your fault.’ Well, they’re right. I was careless. I didn’t watch my self as I got drunk. Somebody danced with me and I think that’s the time he took the phone. But I was just thankful because he didn’t take my wallet. I don’t know what will happen to me if my wallet was also taken. This really sucks. I have to learn that some people in Manila are just plain hopeless kleptomaniacs, the hard way.
I guess I was right when I told my friend that this will be the last time that I will go to a bar. I didn’t want to go to Che’lu but my friend was so persistent, saying that O’Bar is so much crowded than Che’lu. Well I kind of disliked the crowd in O’Bar anyway so I just gave in. Little did I know that this morning will be an unforgettable one. Always my trip in Malate is unforgettable. Just really makes me regret big time this unbecoming of my conduct. I noticed that my nose that morning was strangely sensitive. I can smell smoke and it makes my nose hurt. So bar hopping is already a closed chapter. Going to Malate is already a mistake. Hanging out with people who knows nothing but to smoke, drink, and get laid is a crime. Yes, I have learned my lesson well and I will never step on that place again. Actually, I don’t want to be in another club anymore. I am better off with my books and the comfort of my room.
Earlier, I was on stage, doing my thing, a little drunk. Somebody climbed and covered my view, so I touched his waist and sort of moved him aside because I can’t see anything. But he was so agitated I had to keep my hands off from him. Beside me were girls, also busy dancing and one of them is trying to catch my eyes. After my brief encounter with the girl last last week in the same bar, I have known better than to flirt with girls. I get so touchy and girls don’t like touching.
If I may add, I was acting really stupid at that crowded and polluted bar. After realizing that I am missing my phone already, I started looking at the floor half-expecting that my phone just dropped. But of course, I was just trying to convince myself that time though I know it was already taken by someone. I wish him happiness, whoever he is. Let Karma work its way through him. Anyway, looking for the phone somebody kissed me and I tried to push him away. Told him that I lost my phone and he said, ‘malandi ka kasi.’ I am now thinking about it, and I find it really absurd for someone whom I didn’t know to say that I am ‘malandi’ when he doesn’t know me. I mean I was just dancing. Unless he was the one who took my phone. But I doubt because he was holding other things.
At last, at the break of dawn, most people started leaving. I was still on the stage. When I was the only left on the stage, I still kept on dancing like crazy and then this stupid guy who kissed me went near the stage. But as I am trying to avoid him, I just kept myself busy by dancing. After some minutes, I left the bar. Waited for a taxi outside. And there, again in the light, I see how pathetic the previous night has been. Wasted too much money and lost my phone for some fun I didn’t really enjoy. I guess, this kind of life isn’t just right for me. I guess, I am not cut for this.
Earlier, I was on stage, doing my thing, a little drunk. Somebody climbed and covered my view, so I touched his waist and sort of moved him aside because I can’t see anything. But he was so agitated I had to keep my hands off from him. Beside me were girls, also busy dancing and one of them is trying to catch my eyes. After my brief encounter with the girl last last week in the same bar, I have known better than to flirt with girls. I get so touchy and girls don’t like touching.
If I may add, I was acting really stupid at that crowded and polluted bar. After realizing that I am missing my phone already, I started looking at the floor half-expecting that my phone just dropped. But of course, I was just trying to convince myself that time though I know it was already taken by someone. I wish him happiness, whoever he is. Let Karma work its way through him. Anyway, looking for the phone somebody kissed me and I tried to push him away. Told him that I lost my phone and he said, ‘malandi ka kasi.’ I am now thinking about it, and I find it really absurd for someone whom I didn’t know to say that I am ‘malandi’ when he doesn’t know me. I mean I was just dancing. Unless he was the one who took my phone. But I doubt because he was holding other things.
At last, at the break of dawn, most people started leaving. I was still on the stage. When I was the only left on the stage, I still kept on dancing like crazy and then this stupid guy who kissed me went near the stage. But as I am trying to avoid him, I just kept myself busy by dancing. After some minutes, I left the bar. Waited for a taxi outside. And there, again in the light, I see how pathetic the previous night has been. Wasted too much money and lost my phone for some fun I didn’t really enjoy. I guess, this kind of life isn’t just right for me. I guess, I am not cut for this.
Funny how I would read this entry in May 2024 - almost 15 years after and I realize how immature I was back then. But that was me - and that shaped who I am today.
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