Alezandro Mark by Alezandro Mark

I'm back on line... finally...!

The flood was waist high in the house... and that after the water receded, it left thick mud... so after keeping us up the whole night, we had to clean the morning after and try to salvage what can be salvaged... there was no food, we are not sure of our drinking water... my mobile phone is without signal--damn Globe... landline is also dead... no internet... no electricity... hmmmm... that sounded like a typical Manila household...?

Well, this is still Pasig... we are at the boundary of Marikina and Rizal... What happened, as far as I understand... Typhoon Ketsana poured in a month worth of rain in just a few hours... there was no wind, just rain... and with the already clogged water ways and deluded mountains at the east, what do you expect?! Water came rolling down with mud...


This is nothing new to me... back in the province, we live by a river and every year, once or twice... even thrice... the banks do flood, it have been that way since time immemorial... so we are accustomed to it and that our house is actually built to adapt this yearly scenario... the thing is, the house here in Pasig have not seen flood until now...



I'm back at work this morning... everyone in the team is accounted for and is okay as okay could be at this time...

more on this later on the week... I need to sleep...

I'm done with Philippa Gregory's "Constant Princess"... It is not one of the best, but I didn't struggle to finish it... it is a story of Katherine of Aragon, known to history as the queen pushed off her throne by Anne Boleyn, mother of the greatest queen of England, Queen Elizabeth I...

She was a Spanish Princess who was matched since almost from birth to the Prince of Wales, who was to inherit the throne of England, Arthur... and so from birth, she was raised not only as a princess but a future queen... this is what was etched to her being--who she is and her destiny, she will be queen of England and with her stubborn faith, she believed this is so... that even after her husband of 5 months died, thus passing the title of Prince of Wales and future King of England to his younger brother, Henry and his future wife be the queen of England... she still went to believe and worked her way to have Henry her second husband to the point she have to deny her love of her life...

The story is not endearing... the main character Katherine have actually irritated me more than once while reading it... but I found myself wanting to read more and more of it... wanting to know what happens next, this despite knowing what will happen remembering history books...




Knowing I am to finish Gregory today, I went to National Bookstore in our building to look for Kathy Griffin... I am always a sucker for witty comedians like her, though she does have foul mouth sometimes, I do like her balls to say things... and plus the book is number one is new york times best seller... surely, National Bookstore would have a copy... but I searched high and low and snapped on a sales lady, but to no avail... they don't have it... what they have is Dan Brown and Stephenie Meyer...

page 449, Philippa Gregory's novel end at page 491...



Lady boss will talk to me... she said as I was claiming a 100 pesos sodexho... she will talk to me... about what... perhaps a review on my performance, couching on how to better it... it's logical... but something in me quivered... something tells me it is something more... perhaps just paranoia, I drink too much coffee, being qualm, ironically, would be tumultuous...

I have reasons to be worried, it is the sixth month... last year, I was put on prolonged leave of absence without pay... it lasted 3 months and that it drained me out of hope of getting back... but I guess I can take comfort on that, I was no longer with hope but then I survived and got back stronger...





I would need a new book... I am thinking of Kathy Griffin...





He asked who I was... he have been a flame to one of the ruling queens and a team mate, Elmerlyn... perhaps nothing, it was just the polite thing to do... I thought he was cute... but I know my place and to anger the ruling queens would be detrimental to my position in the court--aka the floor... but one can not just feel flattered to the attention... I may not show it, but every gay guy would have known... for he would have felt the same...



I have grown accustomed to be called Lexy... from the team I had and whom I developed kinship with, and to what have been left of it and now being adopted by the new... Lexy... one of the queens call me Lezan... most people miss that my name is Lexan...