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date: Sunday, March 29, 2009
title: Ariadne's thread
time: 4:01 PM
I want to start my entry by stating the obvious. I began to imagine how many billions of people in the world were, as of this moment feeling utterly useless and wretched. However rich, charming, and delightful they may be. Students with no one to go out with, old people sitting at home watching TV as if it were their sole salvation, business men in their hotel rooms, wondering if what they were doing even made any sense, women spending time in front of the mirror, applying make-up, dressing up and doing their hair in order to go to a bar only to pretend that they're not looking for company, but really all they want is confirmation that they are attractive, men ogle them up, but women reject them disdainfully because they feel inferior and afraid that they will find out that they are low class fools with nothing to say about what's going on in the world because they party or shop or stroll the streets from dawn to dusk and have no time to even read the newspapers. People who look at their selves in the mirror and think they're ugly or too pretty, believing that what really matters is being beautiful and spend their time buying magazines in which everyone is pretty, rich and famous. Husbands and wives wishing they could talk over supper as they used to, but their are always other things demanding their attention, more important things and the conversation can always wait for a tomorrow that never comes. We all want commitment, we all want someone beside us to enjoy the beauty of the world, discuss books, films, interviews, or even a sandwich.Better to eat half a sandwich than a whole one. Better to go hungry than be alone. Because when you're alone, im talking here about an enforced solitude and not of our choosing, its as if you were no longer a part of the human race.I'm saying this because a lot of people I know belong to this category. And I once used to believe I was. But then I wake up one day and I see all the people loving me, caring for me, and even sacrificing for me. People fall in two categories: People who are arrogant (pretending that they choose to be alone) and those who are sad and ashamed of their solitary state. According to the book I'm reading, although in Ecclesiastes it says there is a time to rend and a time to sew, sometimes the time to rend leaves deep scars. Making a person feel as if they were of no importance in our life is far worse than feeling alone and miserable in this kind of world. I'm suppose to be sleeping right now. I just came home from tin's place an hour ago and I haven't had enough sleep last night. We had a few beers in Jack's Loft and surprisingly bumped with a few old friends in AA too which was very interesting. Ive also seen people that are far more than my liking. lol. (Which Im not gonna talk about here).XD This summer I have a very tight budget, sadly. I went to City walk to withdraw 500bucks and it just wasn't very much in favor of me i believe. The ATM was out of hundred bills so instead I had to withdraw a thousand. Sucks to be me I know. Of course, I smoked again(but not like a chimney). It seems very hard these days to put myself together and avoid bad things huh. Yesterday, someone unexpected and unloved dropped by at home. Dumaan and malas. And by that I mean MALAS! I accidentally caught myself a wound at my knee a few minutes after he left. Damn. You. HEADLINE: Last Friday, I was on my way to Makati to meet up with someone. My dad was driving the van and seated beside him was my mom. Then all of a sudden, this group of traffic enforcers, no, more like Jojo Binay's men were seated on the right side of the street with weird machinery beside them signaled for us to stop. My dad pulled over and a guy dressed in this dark blue uniform with ASBA or something written at the back of his shirt came over and asked for a smoke belching test. Since my dad was very calm and sure that our car's engine is as clean as oxygen, he agreed. I looked over to the group seated at the right side of our van and noticed a few more men and a woman also dressed in the same uniform. The guy who came over stepped inside the car and stepped on the gas. It took him about several rounds to finish and my dad noticed that he was stepping on it quite fast and hard (so as to make the engine produce black smoke; and indeed it did). My dad said "Wag mong biglain. Binibigla mo eh talagang uusok yan". He reasoned out na "Sir mahina nga lang apak ko eh yung ibang kasamahan nga namin mas madiin pa umapak eh". After a few minutes, my dad, already in a bad mood, went inside the car and told us that these guys are fining him for a THOUSAND PESOS and if not, they will take our PLATE NUMBER AND MY DAD'S LICENSE. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS JOJO BINAY? And you call yourself the next president? Screw you and your men! My dad asked if he could just pay them 500 but he suddenly remembered to ask the same guy who tested our van who their team leader was. The guy said "Uy po" and funny enough, he was holding my dad's papers and written their was my dad's surname which is also UY. My dad repeated the question again, "Sino team leader niyo?" and added "Anung pangalan mo?". The guy said "Allan po" and said "Sir andun po sa dulo, tara po puntahan natin". My dad refused and continued to haggle and ending up paying 300 to this guy who started to seem nervous when asked who their team leader was. IT WAS CRAZY. My dad said, "Raket yan." I wanted to spread this story and warn everyone who drives along the Makati area. Don't even try giving them your license. And make sure to ask their names and team leader. Why would they, out of the blue, out of all the cars passing by that street, stop US and ask for a smoke belching test when they haven't even seen the back part of our car? MEANING THEY DONT EVEN KNOW YET IF OUR CAR IS PRODUCING BLACK SMOKE. Kung nakita nilang smoke belching okay pa sana, pero hindi eh. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO THIS WORLD? ANYWAY, here are some of the photos we had during the party over at Capone's Bistro Bar in A-venue.      Its officially summer my friends so enjoy! I still have two weeks before my intern result. Hopefully i get in, so wish me luck! date: Sunday, March 22, 2009
title: My day was good, let night fall.
time: 10:00 AM
When I arrived at home around 6pm last night, I just laid down on my bed and rested my eyes for a few minutes. I haven't had enough sleep the other night. I watched a story of a family who according to the narrator, was freed by truth. In the middle of the story, the husband left the woman because he couldn't stand remembering her mistake in the past. Now, I expected and hoped that the man would come back. I assumed he wont be able to stand leaving his four children and wife for another family. Upon reaching the end of the story, I was quite shocked to know that he didn't. I thought, after being freed by truth, after confessing and asking for his forgiveness, he would then forgive his wife. His wife had suffered more than enough, paying for her mistakes years ago. The story ended with the guy never coming back. It was sad because I expected the story to have a happy ending. The husband forgiving his wife, and them living happily ever after. Maybe happy endings don't really happen in real life. People leave, people die, people suffer.The world outside is cruel. I recently edited my blog and I wrote a few lines under the profile page. Its about people and freedom. Freedom has a deep connection with forgiveness. If you know what I mean.Last Friday, friends and I went to this party entitled "Greenrock" Its an arki thing sponsored by royal elastics. There were bands, fashion shows, and an open bar. Free flowing drinks for 200 bucks. They should have been more specific about it. By drinks they meant beer. I don't drink beer. I did smoke. Again. Its probably something I cant live without. Weve been through so much together. lol. What's odd about it is i didn't bring my camera along. I realized, maybe unlike other people, I don't need everybody to witness what im doing. I need not boast about em parties, friends, and everyday activities. Privacy is something to treasure believe me. I recently had an argument with a friend. Or maybe a so-called friend? Only God knows. If you're reading this, you know I wasnt the one who started it. You wanted it, thats pretty clear. Ang matinong tanong, sinasagot ng matinong sagot. And believe me, you made it pretty clear yourself. (Na plastic ka and you were the one who snapped) Thanks for informing me beforehand. I did my part, I apologized. Now if you cant accept it, that's your problem. Not mine. It was way too humble for my part actually. Last night before sleep, I was reading the Zahir and came across a part where the author was talking about his funeral. He says when he dies, he wants to be cremated and his ash to be scattered to the winds of a place called Cebreiro on the road to Santiago. Santiago is like a place where people do pilgrimage to. Like mecca, you know. People in Paris that is. He wanted an epitaph but people who get cremated don't get an epitaph. He said if he would be lucky to have one, he would have "He died while he was still alive" to be engraved. Then I thought, what would I have in mine? date: Sunday, March 15, 2009
title: Same old brand new you
time: 9:15 PM
It’s already the third week of March my friends. So much has been done in the past week. If only I could undo them. Lol. I don’t even want to start talking about it. So, a few days ago, my friend was telling me about how crazy this guy was, texting her like 24/7 sending her not just two messages in like a minute but four. It’s crazy. You know, guys like that are so common nowadays. God only knows where they’re coming from. I never wanna encounter someone like that. You betcha im gonna go nuts about it. That’s one of the reasons I don’t want to date anybody right now. When someone flirts with me for like a second even, its either I dish them out or just walk away. It’s crazy. I’m looking for friends, not boyfriends. Boyfriends or boys even are way too overrated. And my net is going crazy once again! Hate.Deadlines are almost over and I only have a week left before I officially start my summer. Woohoo! I should be getting my much needed dose of Tow shots for poe right now. Maybe in a while I will. If you have a myspace account, go check out their page. Just type Two shots for poe. You can download their songs from their page. Go check it out, it’s very relaxing. Its just so sad Chris and his band mates aren’t active nowadays. He’s probably busy with his acting career or something. Not that I don’t want him to be. So, remember the summer job I told you about? My parents are forcing me to apply! Hate. Although when I think about it, their really isn’t much to do this summer. (Aside from my plans of getting my driver’s license and voter’s id, and making money. Haha.) That job I told you about is a government internship program. It pays very well in fairness. My aunt told me it’s a kid’s job. Too expensive for 6 grand she said. I think I might take it. It’s weird though that Id rather be taking this than an architectural internship for summer. Architecture is giving me a great dose of boredom. Maybe that’s why. Recently, friends and family have been telling me that I’m getting a little bit too tanned than usual. Omg! This is not happening. All those commuting I’ve been doing for the past months probably is the reason. Back in high school I wasn’t really this dark. It’s very odd. Maybe because Assumption has lots of shade. Not to mention the gazillion trees they have. I heard they have a new sports complex. I want to visit them again! It’s almost been a year when I last did. It was fun you know. Seeing your past second home. Reliving the memories. Lavett. As you guys all know, Ill be celebrating my 21st birthday in a few weeks. And if you noticed, I’m not really a big fan of the parties and grand celebrations. I’m practically a big fan of myself. Haha. I’m thinking of buying myself an Ipod touch. No, not an Iphone. Its too.. complex. Foolish is the term. It’s weird, surfing the net with those things. I’d rather buy myself a laptop. And I will, in a few months. So going back to the Ipod touch, it’s a gift I’m considering buying myself. It seemed more worth it than a nano so yeah I will. The last time I bought myself something expensive was my ODM watch. That so a year ago. On my upcoming birthday, I’m considering trying something new. You know, not the usual dinner everyone’s so used about. Wall climbing is interesting. Although it may seem to bore a few. But no, I’ve been watching my friends do it a couple of times back in high school. Looks fun, and challenging. I’m also planning to take my high school friends in Potipot Island, which by the way has a new owner: First Gentleman Mike Arroyo. I heard he bought it for P110 million. And to be exact he’s been renovating it. Putting up a few cottages and comfort rooms.i mean that’s good right? Jessy has been begging me! date: Thursday, March 12, 2009
title: You take the good and all the bad.
time: 10:23 AM
Last Monday, Dania and I, together with Jayson, went to Makati for a little fun. Well, almost. We appointed for an interview with Darby's dad in Peninsula Court. We were on our way at about 730 AM, but thanks so much to Jayson and his lack of voluntary coordination, we were 30 minutes late. But anyways, after driving and exploring Makati with its mad traffic and cuhrazy drivers (not to mention the one who yelled at us for u-turning and backing out on a no-uturn spot) for about a hundred times or so, we arrived at our destination at 1030 AM. That makes us late by an hour. Nice huh. Mr. Dewey Santos that is, already left for his 930 AM meeting and has already gone back to his office by 1030, so that makes us have a little bit of love left for ourselves. We insisted on ourselves to continue the little discussion for our research paper due Saturday. We were already there anyway. We thought its worth all the adventure. After that, we decided to cut math(The last thing we need is computing our brains out) and head over to MOA for lunch. We ate in Gerry's Grill and did a little strolling and window shopping. When Bicol Express and Lechon Kawali wasnt enough for my friends who still had a little room down there, Chaikofi was the perfect answer. Well, for dania it is. Jayson and I wasted a hundred and fifty buck for their SON OF A DUTCH which tastes good in the beginning. Although it slowly killed me when I came to the middle part. It was all pure chocolatey and creamy that I died. A little too much for a no sweet tooth like me. On the way back to UST, we encountered people very admirable they squeezed money out of our asses. We got busted for swerving (daw) around MOA and he wanted us to pay him 25% of 2000. He said that's their commission. We gave him 200 and thats what took his big mouth to shut up. As if that wasnt good enough, another swerving ticket (pero this time super swerving talaga kami) from two cops around Espanya. Good thing the lady was 'as sweet as hell' we gave her boss 70 bucks and left. WHAT A DAY. Although i hope you guys experience it. Its so enlightening! *lol* Remember when I told you that I had nowhere to work this summer (maybe because I didnt want to), well, my mom talked to my aunt and they want me to go ojt-ing in her office. Its located somewhere in Ortigas, near Robinsons Galleria if im not mistaken. Ill think about it. I have less than seven days of classes. Enough time I guess. I came over the news that Britney, during her circus tour somewhere in the states, screamed "My pussy is hanging out of this dress!" to one of the producers just beneath the stage where she was changing for another outfit. The thing was, her mic was still turned on and the audience can hear her loud and clear. What a B. You are crazy, and that's why I love you. But why call your thing a pussy? Its nasty. I call my kitty. Kidding. date: Friday, March 06, 2009
title: The Fear.
time: 8:44 PM
Its been a while bloggie. A lot of major things happened just a few weeks ago. Obviously, Ive been very busy lately. After the Float-making for the Arkiwood Parade, we went directly to Ilocos Heritage Tour mode. If you wanna see the pictures go check out my multiply site. They're all so lovely.Now that were back on business, a lot(and I mean a lot)of paper works are lined up for me this week and the next. There's Design, Professional Practice, History of Architecture, Building Utilities, Theology and others I can barely remember. Its crazy. So, I managed to squeeze in a little writing time amidst my busy schedule. Ive been feeling a little funny lately. Quite funny i end up hating people for no reason at all. I mean, the reason was always there. Just that its reliving itself a little earlier than expected. Haha! Summer has almost started and here I am still clueless on where and how to spend it. Work is running all over my veins its about to break out. Ive been doing it for the past ten months I'd rather fish out in the sea for an hour than do it for two more months. Its killing me. Although, I have another thing in mind. Tell ya about it in time! Our dogs are pregnant. Again. Zoey for the third consecutive time. She is such a B. B number two, Bingo that is, is most likely to get sick due to my lack of enthusiasm in walking them. His poo had blood in it. Not to mention his throwing up this morning. My poor baby. Gonna get much of him this summer! For all of you peoples' information, Francis M. just died a few hours ago of Leukemia. Poor guy left 8 kids and a wife. Why would god ever permit such a thing like that to happen. Anyway, my condolences to you and your family saab. Be strong. Kiko, peace man. Never had the chance to meet you but loved kaleidoscope. ♠♠♠ |