I’M A SELF-CONFESSED MAFIA WAR-IAN… WAR-IST?

[... Ok Addict. :p]

It’s been a while since my muse camped out near my nostrils & shoved boosts into my brains & told me to shoot 300 words per minute through my tommy guns.

Sorry. Mafia Wars is just on the other tab of this window… just waiting to refill energy to do more crimes. *smirk*

Lately, I’ve been occupying my free time with facebook application games. Started out with Yoville. But I got disinterested coz, aside from the loading time which was so bagal, I got put off with the chat/interaction part. (Chelo: “Loner ka talaga, Tzytzy!”) Oo naman! Coz this is the only time I have for myself no, so, bye city life, hello farm life! I started playing Farmville & I kinda got hooked coz I got attracted to the idea of building my own hacienda. And yeah, leaving a message to friends is optional (& won’t not make me earn coins).

Then a week ago (yes, I’ve been doing crime jobs for 7 straight day now), when the other Allstars went to UK, I started Mafia Wars out of curiosity. And then teneeen, Tzytzy is hooked.

BITE INTO THE JOOOSY EPOL

I’m in the Big Apple.

NY has been one of my dream places to live in. You know, like what we see in movies, pursuing dance and working at the side. Coz everything is here. The roots, the techniques, the passion. Martha Graham, Alvin Ailey, Broadway, Fred Astaire, Full Circle, the Bronx, etc. But at the same time, I am kinda scared of this city coz people are known to be competitive, no-nonsense & highly skillful. So just stepping on the streets of Manhattan is just like a dream come true already… But I’ll know as the days go by if that is true.

We were given a room each, so for a week, I will get the taste of how it is to live here. I am so glad that they chose this hotel coz I am just a couple of blocks away from Central Park! And everything else is just a walk away. It’s not that I don’t want to take a cab or try subway, but I love walking. And this is the perfect place to do just that.
 

* love my room *

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I met one of the participants already, Hien from Vietnam, coz we were in the same flight. We were received by the Vietnamese interpreter, Le-Thu (as in see yah LAY-TUH! ). She is so nice & so warm that I thought she was a Filipina. But she’s a Vietnamese who works for the State Department. For the first time, I experienced how it is to be in the company of people whose language I do not entirely understand. I know now how Nikki (from Norway) or Katja (Australia) feel whenever they are around us & we speak purong Tagalog. Coz Le-Thu & Hien spoke in their language throughout our ride from the JFK Airport to our Hotel. I was seating between them, & as they exchanged unfamiliar words, I got dizzy trying to even look for root words that I could decipher hahaha! I noticed that they repeat some words like uh-uh-uh & hang-hang-hang. It sounded funny. But I thought, do we sound funny too if like we just blurt out, “Bababa ba?” (Do we go down?) Imagine a syllable repeated 4x that means something! Ha-ha!

I spent the remaining day settling down. We do not have free breakfast so I went to the pharmacy across the street to buy microwavable food. I have my own kitchen so maybe tomorrow I’ll cook.

LAVEEEEET.

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I miss Tala & Jhongertz. It’s so sad at night coz wala sila sa tabi ko. Awwww.

WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION?

I am a dancer.

SOLES

Booo for my dansneakers. I went to Airdance’ company class yesterday (my first jazz class after a looong time). In the middle of an across-the-floor routine, something black came off my foot when I did a jete. When I looked back I realized it was a my sole. Hahaha! I left a part of my sole on the flo’. Tsk. Ang mahal pa naman nito. Tagal ko kasi di nagamit. But I think it’s the reason why it’s so comfortable for dancer’s feet. Coz of those soft unsturdy soles. It’s not even coz of the prolonged un-used. Coz I remember, we’d spend some time before class covering our shoes with Leukoplasts to extend their lifespan.

hello mr. quikie?

DIDI

Death by J. Scott Campbell

This is one of the hottest illustrations of Death that I’ve found.

Death is sexy. Is hot. Is sunny. Is scary. Is hope. Is balmy. Is chirpy. Is ice cream. Is sunday afternoon. Is silence. Is celebration. Is end. Is beginning.

Truly, Death is an oxymoron.