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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! |