Friday, August 29, 2008
War with the Alcoholics
We had new members early this summer. Kids. Teens. Lovers. Any one. I thought having them around would make the club more fun. But no, I was wrong. There was this couple, an officious couple who thought that they were one of the most famous people you'd ever know in audition world. DJMargarita, a costume player, nursing student, was the jealous girlfriend of DJScotch, a high leveled audista. They two, hit the gossip grounds, making names. Wrecked names. They had wars, eventually, with almost all the jockeys. If you'd only witnessed the nasty things they said, you'd curse them. We were glad the conflicts over for they were expelled from the club.
The online world seemed so empty for one by one, jockeys tried to pull themselves out of the club. For random reasons. Studies. Family and money matters. Anything under the sun, just to have an excuse. We let them go. For they'll be happy if we let them go. All that was left, those who were still standing on Club DJs' grounds, were those brave enough to never leave their mates.
The remaining jockeys, their bond has become tighter. They go to assemblies, gatherings and the like together. Though conflicts cannot be avoided, members always try to act as mature as they can. Break ups had been one of the most bought reasons for disagreements. There were times that members would take his side, her side but for the record, we manage to fix things up before a week ends.
After 2-3 months of leaving the club, several of our former colleagues began to chat with us again. Eventually, the boss asked them to come back to the club. After moments and moments of thinking, there they are, an official Club DJ members again. It's fun to have them back. *smiles*
Sunday, August 24, 2008
All the hopes to be close to her, the hopes to be called one of her sissies turned into balls of shame. He is a male. I just didn’t want to believe it for when I talk to Watermelon in game, she always seems so feminine. Yes. He carried himself well. As a girl. When I later on found out that he was one of those ancient, old members of DJs who objected to have me in the club, I started to dislike him.
After the break up with Sourcream, another jockey attempted to win Butternut’s heart. DJGrapes, who was totally shattered at that time, became a very dear friend to me. I was his confidant, a shoulder to cry on. Our closeness lead to a special friendship. He fell in love. I did too. Or so I thought. But same as Sourcream's story, it didn't last long. Bitterness ate him up that until now, he blames me for all the pain he went through.
The club has a very tight bond. Opening application for new members was a risk of time. Almost everyday, the club master would hire one or two applicants. It's fun to have new friends. But still you have to choose them. For you will never know who are true and who are going to pull you down and bury you alive.
Cinnamon Rolls Went Rolling
I was beginning to get close to DJCinnamon at that time. He was the guy I never thought he is. I always tease him, telling him that I like him when I know he won't like me. It's not that Im not pretty, it's just that .. He likes somebody else. There was this one time when I was so bored, I got him to text me. And jeez, I was totally out of my mind. I uttered the magical words. Yes you know it. I told him that I love him. And whoa, I got him confused. I keep telling him that I love him when I know in myself that I was just infatuated. After a few replies, he told me that he loves me back. OMG. Is that for real? Yes it was for real.
Days passed, the online script turned into a real life love story. The jockeys were in a swimming party that time, we were drinking beer. I was crying then for I don't want to get hurt anymore. I don't want to hurt others because I am hurting. I just want to be happy. That was when I saw Cinnamon, for the very first time. Cinnamon.
TO CONTINUE.
