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Nov 30, 2007
Trillanes And His Misadventures
I was so engrossed with CNN’s Republican Debate yesterday when I missed the start of a national “situation” happening right before my backyard. I felt anger and frustrations as I saw Trillanes marching through the streets of Makati. I asked myself, “What now this time?”
This country had seen so much of these “recurrent situations” since the beginning of the millenium that a penniless citizen like me gets the hardest blow each time the opposition suddenly decides to oust a sitting president or a military adveturist like Trillanes loses his patience. It was good that the investors never took seriously the recent adventures of Trillanes and the peso even emerged stronger when the trading closed yesterday.
MESSIANIC COMPLEX + SPOILED BRAT = TRILLANES
He was like a spoiled brat who cries and whimpers each time his demands are not met. His utter disregard to respect the rule of law betrays the 11 million voters that gave him a mandate to occupy a public office. Whatever happened to the man who months ago took an oath to uphold the rule of law and protect and defend the Constitution? Does the oath gave him the power or right to barged into someone’s hotel and act as if he owned it each time he lost grip of his patience? How can a soldier like him be overwhelmed by his emotions and endanger the national economy? How can a man of uniform like him whose sworn duty is to protect the national security threaten it?
Trillanes may have a legitimate grievance towards the present administration but his messianic complex is unconsciously making him the very person he hated. His paranoia to save this country from poverty, injustice, corruption and God-knows-what has constantly dragged this country’s economy downwards because of the inappropriate means he employed. Senator, not all problems can be solved by using some muscles or brandishing some firearms. Don’t you get it? We want some reforms but your proposal is just not acceptable.
When Trillanes took his oath, I told my friend I am giving Trillanes 6 years to prove me wrong for not voting for him. So far, this Trillanes is proving me right.
I hope the next time Trillanes venture into adventures he will not drag this country down with him. Oh, spare us.
This country had seen so much of these “recurrent situations” since the beginning of the millenium that a penniless citizen like me gets the hardest blow each time the opposition suddenly decides to oust a sitting president or a military adveturist like Trillanes loses his patience. It was good that the investors never took seriously the recent adventures of Trillanes and the peso even emerged stronger when the trading closed yesterday.
MESSIANIC COMPLEX + SPOILED BRAT = TRILLANES
He was like a spoiled brat who cries and whimpers each time his demands are not met. His utter disregard to respect the rule of law betrays the 11 million voters that gave him a mandate to occupy a public office. Whatever happened to the man who months ago took an oath to uphold the rule of law and protect and defend the Constitution? Does the oath gave him the power or right to barged into someone’s hotel and act as if he owned it each time he lost grip of his patience? How can a soldier like him be overwhelmed by his emotions and endanger the national economy? How can a man of uniform like him whose sworn duty is to protect the national security threaten it?
Trillanes may have a legitimate grievance towards the present administration but his messianic complex is unconsciously making him the very person he hated. His paranoia to save this country from poverty, injustice, corruption and God-knows-what has constantly dragged this country’s economy downwards because of the inappropriate means he employed. Senator, not all problems can be solved by using some muscles or brandishing some firearms. Don’t you get it? We want some reforms but your proposal is just not acceptable.
When Trillanes took his oath, I told my friend I am giving Trillanes 6 years to prove me wrong for not voting for him. So far, this Trillanes is proving me right.
I hope the next time Trillanes venture into adventures he will not drag this country down with him. Oh, spare us.
Nov 23, 2007
A Christmas Cheer!
It’s a month and a day away from Christmas! After the Halloween, it’s now the Thanksgiving, and before you know it, you’ll be stuffing stockings of different sizes. Let CouponChief take care of your Christmas lists!
While my own list is not very long, using CouponChief is the answer to my unwillingness to go out and shop. My bestfriend Leah could use best deal magazine coupons where she could subscribe to a magazine of her choice all throughout the year. Best deal magazine offers a wide variety of magazine choices, I’m sure she will have a hard time choosing what to subscribe with. And my Kuya could use an old navy coupon for a pair of old navy jeans.
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Gluttons And Politics
Nothing significant happened today, that is, so far. Except for an email sent to me through our YahooGroup by a classmate way back from elementary. In her email she asked,
I laughed while reading her letter. While I qualify to run for public office, having met the requirements of age and registration (the only requirements, would you believe?), I lack the talent to kiss somebody's ass. Politics, Filipino-style,is about kissing asses. One endangers himself by becoming an "outcast" if he insist on doing the right thing. Its either you are for them or you are against them. Remember, no man is an island. If you don't kiss somebody's ass then you kiss your own ass if you ever want to occupy a public office.
In a country where most of the political leaders lack the moral ascendancy to govern (I'm not meaning GMA - I am her avid supporter), I told her, I'll never dip my fingers in politics. I will leave the gluttons to their sorry selves.
"Did you run? Do you have plans of running for office? I think you should, I know you'll do a good job...or you can't just stomach politics' dirty ways.."
I laughed while reading her letter. While I qualify to run for public office, having met the requirements of age and registration (the only requirements, would you believe?), I lack the talent to kiss somebody's ass. Politics, Filipino-style,is about kissing asses. One endangers himself by becoming an "outcast" if he insist on doing the right thing. Its either you are for them or you are against them. Remember, no man is an island. If you don't kiss somebody's ass then you kiss your own ass if you ever want to occupy a public office.
In a country where most of the political leaders lack the moral ascendancy to govern (I'm not meaning GMA - I am her avid supporter), I told her, I'll never dip my fingers in politics. I will leave the gluttons to their sorry selves.
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Non Je Ne Regrette Rien
Yesterday I was listening to Yahoo Music when Le Vie En Rose was played. I am familiar with the song since it was played in our house when I was a kid on a weekend basis. I think it was one of my father’s favorite instrumental song. Yesterday, it was played with a lyrics on it. I already knew it was sung my Edith Piaf because I have seen the movie La Mome last September during the European Film Festival in Cebu City.
La Mome is a movie about the tragic life of one of France’s most beloved singer, Edith Piaf. She lived a very extraordinary life, loved intensely, stood up after each fall and faced life drawing strength from each of her songs. Her song Non Je Ne Regrette Rien (No, I Regret Nothing) was played at the end part of the movie, and believe me, everyone in the movie house was crying.
Although she lived a questionable lifestyle, her devotion to St. Therese of Lisieux, who cured her of her blindness when she was a child, was very strong. She was an irony herself. I bet, when she learned that the Archbishop of Paris refused to give her a funeral mass, she would still sing Non Je Ne Regrette Rien.
La Mome is a movie about the tragic life of one of France’s most beloved singer, Edith Piaf. She lived a very extraordinary life, loved intensely, stood up after each fall and faced life drawing strength from each of her songs. Her song Non Je Ne Regrette Rien (No, I Regret Nothing) was played at the end part of the movie, and believe me, everyone in the movie house was crying.
Although she lived a questionable lifestyle, her devotion to St. Therese of Lisieux, who cured her of her blindness when she was a child, was very strong. She was an irony herself. I bet, when she learned that the Archbishop of Paris refused to give her a funeral mass, she would still sing Non Je Ne Regrette Rien.
Travel In Luxury
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After each travel a wise person would always feel an inch or two taller with experience. Lessons learned somewhere along the way has a lasting effect than the beautiful panoramic views each place has to offer. More than the pictures taken or the foods eaten, it’s the story behind the faces I met that interests me. It is the struggle of the hands I shook with that leaves a print of wonder and respect on my mind. Each travel is a new opportunity not only to discover the world but to discover one’s self. Indeed, the only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
If there is one advise I can give to a friend, I’d say, travel in every little opportunity that you can. The luxury of experience each travel can offer is as memorable as the first kiss or the first date that no amount of money can afford it. You are a better person as soon as it’s done. Tara na! Sakay na
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After each travel a wise person would always feel an inch or two taller with experience. Lessons learned somewhere along the way has a lasting effect than the beautiful panoramic views each place has to offer. More than the pictures taken or the foods eaten, it’s the story behind the faces I met that interests me. It is the struggle of the hands I shook with that leaves a print of wonder and respect on my mind. Each travel is a new opportunity not only to discover the world but to discover one’s self. Indeed, the only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
If there is one advise I can give to a friend, I’d say, travel in every little opportunity that you can. The luxury of experience each travel can offer is as memorable as the first kiss or the first date that no amount of money can afford it. You are a better person as soon as it’s done. Tara na! Sakay na
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Nov 22, 2007
Law Of Inertia
Every time I am in between two opposing forces of equal strength I always find justification of my action or lack thereof in Isaac Newton’s Law of Inertia. When I can go neither right nor left, I lay still – static.Recently, a friend asked me to tell her husband that she wanted to end their marriage anytime soon. Whoa! It was such a difficult task! I was not able to deliver the bad news when I met the emotional husband unwilling to let go of his marriage. His own lamentations were enough to keep me from uttering a single word. When he asked me to deliver a message to his wife that he doesn’t mind if there is another man as long as their kids will be treated well by the new guy, I decided to keep my mouth shut. Not a single word reached the other side. I left them as they are.
They are the two opposing forces of equal strength I am talking about. In a situation like this, where should a good friend stand? In the middle? But I don't want to blow into pieces when love and hate collide! I don't want to take sides either. I don’t really have a choice, do I?
I thank Sir Isaac Newton for discovering the Law of Inertia. I hope no crazy congress will ever introduce an amendment to it.
Nov 14, 2007
I, Me and Myself
| What Yami Means |
 Y is for Young A is for Artistic M is for Misunderstood I is for Insane |
| You May Be a Bit Antisocial... |
 Antisocial? That may be a bit of an understatement. You think rules are meant to be broken - and with gusto! Having no fear, you don't even think about consequences. But people love you anyway... you've got a boatload of charm. |
| In a Past Life... |
 You Were: An Insane Sailor. Where You Lived: Burma. How You Died: Consumption. |
| Your Travel Personality Is: The Adventurer |
 For you, travel is how you learn about the world. And you like to learn the stuff that's not in guidebooks. You truly have wanderlust. When you're not traveling, you're dreaming about where you'll go next. And your travels are truly legendary - they leave you with stories you'll be telling for the rest of your life! |
| Your Personality is Very Rare (INTJ) |
 Your personality type is logical, uncompromising, independent, and nonconformist. Only about 3% of all people have your personality, including 2% of all women and 4% of all men. You are Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Judging. |
| You Are a Plain Ole Cup of Joe |
 But don't think plain - instead think, uncomplicated You're a low maintenance kind of girl... who can hang with the guys Down to earth, easy going, and fun! Yup, that's you: the friend everyone invites. And you're dependable too. Both for a laugh and a sympathetic ear. |
| Your Life is Rated PG-13 |
 Your life isn't totally scandalous, but you definitely don't shy away from adult themes! |
| You Go For Brains! |
 You want a guy with a big... brain. And of course it would be nice if he were a total hottie, but you're not counting on it. What's on the inside is what counts for you. (Besides, you can always change the outside later!) |
| You Should Be a Joke Writer |
 You're totally hilarious, and you can find the humor in any situation. Whether you're spouting off zingers, comebacks, or jokes about life... You usually can keep a crowd laughing, and you have plenty of material. You have the makings of a great comedian - or comedic writer. |
| What Your Handwriting Says About You |
 You are a fairly energetic person. You know how to pace yourself, and you deal well with stress. You are somewhat outgoing, but you're not a natural extrovert. You think first before you act. You tend to be independent, rational, and logical. You are balanced and grounded. You know how to get along well with others. You need a bit of space in your life, but you're not a recluse. You expect people to give you a small amount of privacy, and you respect their privacy as well. You are somewhat traditional, but you are also open to change. You listen to your head and your heart. You are a decent communicator. You eventually get your point across, but sometimes you leave things a bit ambiguous. |
My Life As A Blogger So Far
Days ago I received a comment from one of my entries that says:
My initial reaction was, of course, ecstatic. Such chance of appearing in one of my most admired author's blogs was more than I could hope for. I never sent an email to Valentina thinking that my silence maybe and can be interpreted as a "yes". Anyway, I will always remain a visitor on Paulo's blog.
Today, as I click Paulo Coelho’s blog, imagine my shock when I saw 5 Top Personal Destinations by The Bohemian Backpacker in Paulo Coelho’s blog! I thought I ceased breathing for a moment! Was I starstrucked? Oh, yeah! I think I was!
I know this isn't a big deal but I really can't help it if it means so much to me. I just want that Camino walk to start right away! Hahahahaha!!!
In all my days as a blogger, this is by far the best day of them all!
Yabadobado!
Dear Bohemian Backpacker,
Paulo Coelho got wind of your blog through aart hilal and wants to post this article on his blog. Paulo Coelho’s blog
In case you have any restrictions, do not hesitate to write me on my email : valentinawol@gmail.com
Have a wonderful day!
And here's a quote to ponder:
A warrior of the Light does not rely on strength alone; he makes use of his opponent's energy, too.
(Manual of the Warrior of Light)
Paulo Coelho
Valentina
My initial reaction was, of course, ecstatic. Such chance of appearing in one of my most admired author's blogs was more than I could hope for. I never sent an email to Valentina thinking that my silence maybe and can be interpreted as a "yes". Anyway, I will always remain a visitor on Paulo's blog.
Today, as I click Paulo Coelho’s blog, imagine my shock when I saw 5 Top Personal Destinations by The Bohemian Backpacker in Paulo Coelho’s blog! I thought I ceased breathing for a moment! Was I starstrucked? Oh, yeah! I think I was!
I know this isn't a big deal but I really can't help it if it means so much to me. I just want that Camino walk to start right away! Hahahahaha!!!
In all my days as a blogger, this is by far the best day of them all!
Yabadobado!
Living A Life
Over-sized shirt, loose jammies, crumpled hair, chaotic bed, hot-steaming coffee, barefoot, cold wind from the bay and a rising sun! I love it in the morning!
It is during these times when I never for a moment missed my fast-paced life in the city. In the city where every second counts, watching the rising sun is an annual event or an unhurried sip of coffee costs a price enough to feed a family of 5.
Anyway, it’s Ben’s birthday today. Our friendship dates back from the Jurassic Era, survived the New Millenium and hopefully would witness the next Armageddon or perhaps the Second Coming. Bwahahahaha!!!
He is one of the very few persons coming from the “male species” whom I find very intelligent and smart. He is an honest critique, very generous with appreciations and a good motivator.
When he relocated to Manila a couple of years ago, I lost the physical presence of a friend who would pick me up and bring me home intact after a prolonged drinking sessions. After he left, nobody knocks on my door in the middle of the night with a bottle of tequila and a bag full of junk foods, wearing a silly grin suggesting a heartbreak or a turbulent break up. In his absence, I miss the tequila sessions, the 5am lawn tennis single matches (hahahaha! forget it!)and the unending debates and discussions (although most of the time we were on the same side).
I never believed he was serious when he told me he would relocate. Manila was such an ugly place it's not even fit for humans to live in. I'm still hoping his madness will end and he will head back to Cebu and live a normal life again.
Ben, Cebu is waiting for your homecoming with wide open arms. You are even welcome to share my chaotic bed, although, 3 is a crowd. Hahahahaha!!! Happy Birthday, Buddy! There is nothing in the world I'd wish for you but a peaceful mind and a still heart.
It is during these times when I never for a moment missed my fast-paced life in the city. In the city where every second counts, watching the rising sun is an annual event or an unhurried sip of coffee costs a price enough to feed a family of 5.
Anyway, it’s Ben’s birthday today. Our friendship dates back from the Jurassic Era, survived the New Millenium and hopefully would witness the next Armageddon or perhaps the Second Coming. Bwahahahaha!!!He is one of the very few persons coming from the “male species” whom I find very intelligent and smart. He is an honest critique, very generous with appreciations and a good motivator.
When he relocated to Manila a couple of years ago, I lost the physical presence of a friend who would pick me up and bring me home intact after a prolonged drinking sessions. After he left, nobody knocks on my door in the middle of the night with a bottle of tequila and a bag full of junk foods, wearing a silly grin suggesting a heartbreak or a turbulent break up. In his absence, I miss the tequila sessions, the 5am lawn tennis single matches (hahahaha! forget it!)and the unending debates and discussions (although most of the time we were on the same side).
I never believed he was serious when he told me he would relocate. Manila was such an ugly place it's not even fit for humans to live in. I'm still hoping his madness will end and he will head back to Cebu and live a normal life again.
Ben, Cebu is waiting for your homecoming with wide open arms. You are even welcome to share my chaotic bed, although, 3 is a crowd. Hahahahaha!!! Happy Birthday, Buddy! There is nothing in the world I'd wish for you but a peaceful mind and a still heart.
Nov 13, 2007
November Rain
It was dawn one cold November when every waking soul in our house overheard a conversation from the street.
There was silence after they left and then the neighborhood began moving to start their day.
Early this morning, I saw the 3 of them sheltering themselves from the rain using the dirty sacks they used to wrap their goods. They were shivering and wet from head to toe and their lips were purple. I wonder if a cup of hot coffee is waiting for them at home, as hot and creamy as the one I have in my hand.
They sell "tangkong", a green-leafy vegetable nobody in this part of the world is brave enough to eat. It is sold as a hog's feed at a very cheap price. Every dawn, rain or shine, the shouting of "tangkong" is a familiar sound in our little sleepy town.
There was once when my Kuya rose from bed angrily, cursed their parents, bought all their goods and told them to go home and sleep. The shouting returned early dawn the following day.
Beat this! My town's government choir just went to Malaysia to sing. I wonder how many hundreds of thousands of pesos of taxpayer's money was spent to send them there. Though, I'm sure hot steaming coffee creamier than what I have now is waiting for them at their hotel suites.
Damn lucky bastards.
By the way, there used to be 4 tangkong vendors. One was hit by a speeding vehicle while carrying a sackful of tangkong over her head. She died instantly. Would you call her lucky?
"Kuya (big brother), we have a contribution in school. It's ten pesos."
"That's yours," said wearily by the big brother after a sound of coins being counted reverberated throughout the sleeping neighborhood.
"Let's go!," said another female voice. "The fishermen will be arriving shortly."
"There is not enough for the fish now. I need to pay what we ate last night. C'mon, let's get something for breakfast."
There was silence after they left and then the neighborhood began moving to start their day.
Early this morning, I saw the 3 of them sheltering themselves from the rain using the dirty sacks they used to wrap their goods. They were shivering and wet from head to toe and their lips were purple. I wonder if a cup of hot coffee is waiting for them at home, as hot and creamy as the one I have in my hand.
They sell "tangkong", a green-leafy vegetable nobody in this part of the world is brave enough to eat. It is sold as a hog's feed at a very cheap price. Every dawn, rain or shine, the shouting of "tangkong" is a familiar sound in our little sleepy town.
There was once when my Kuya rose from bed angrily, cursed their parents, bought all their goods and told them to go home and sleep. The shouting returned early dawn the following day.
Beat this! My town's government choir just went to Malaysia to sing. I wonder how many hundreds of thousands of pesos of taxpayer's money was spent to send them there. Though, I'm sure hot steaming coffee creamier than what I have now is waiting for them at their hotel suites.
Damn lucky bastards.
By the way, there used to be 4 tangkong vendors. One was hit by a speeding vehicle while carrying a sackful of tangkong over her head. She died instantly. Would you call her lucky?
Nov 11, 2007
Blog And Earn
Bear with me. This blogsite has just been accepted by payperpost . Clap! Clap! That means, I can earn dollars by blogging my opinions about websites, services, companies and products. Bwahahaha! No sweat!
My lonely days of browsing ebay has ended. PayPerPost pay bloggers through paypal and guess what? I can buy anything in ebay through paypal. Isn’t it great?
As early as now I already have plans on how to spend my dollars!
The first time I earned dollars through blogging, I went hysterical, I mean, ecstatic! My first pay was $5 but it was enough for me to convince all my friends to maintain a blogsite and earn by blogging. A few responded positively and their sites are under construction as of this writing. I just can’t simply wait to read their blogs!
Initially, due to boredom, my sole purpose to blog was just for fun, to entertain myself and those close to me. Days of blog-hopping gave me ideas I was so reluctant to take at first. I would have wanted to make my blogsite very personal and private (I don’t really know what I meant by the word “private” when anyone can just read my blog! Hehehe!), until my eyes started twinkling with dollar signs!
So, Romans, countrymen and lovers! Hear me for my cause! There will be days when this blogsite turns commercial and days when it will be more about us and our lives…
My lonely days of browsing ebay has ended. PayPerPost pay bloggers through paypal and guess what? I can buy anything in ebay through paypal. Isn’t it great?
As early as now I already have plans on how to spend my dollars!
1. Buy that round trip ticket to Kota Kinabalu;
2. Get a new digicam. My cannon digicam was the latest model 3 years ago;
3. Buy a videocam;
4. Buy those books I salivated for a long time now I become dehydrated each time I think about them, and
5. Buy a notebook.
The first time I earned dollars through blogging, I went hysterical, I mean, ecstatic! My first pay was $5 but it was enough for me to convince all my friends to maintain a blogsite and earn by blogging. A few responded positively and their sites are under construction as of this writing. I just can’t simply wait to read their blogs!
Initially, due to boredom, my sole purpose to blog was just for fun, to entertain myself and those close to me. Days of blog-hopping gave me ideas I was so reluctant to take at first. I would have wanted to make my blogsite very personal and private (I don’t really know what I meant by the word “private” when anyone can just read my blog! Hehehe!), until my eyes started twinkling with dollar signs!
So, Romans, countrymen and lovers! Hear me for my cause! There will be days when this blogsite turns commercial and days when it will be more about us and our lives…
Nov 10, 2007
Time Is Immortal
Less than two weeks of staying at home, I don't know if the following were enough to make up for those times I spent away from home:
Sometimes, I find it funny how a person spend so much of his money in pursuit of happiness and ended up sad and empty. Or, how one could wish to live forever and spend so much of his time wasting it. The best things in life are free. Or are they really free? Tsk tsk tsk.... There is only one thing that is free in this world, that is "choice". We are what we choose to be.
1. Spending a couple of days with my Lola;
2. Visiting the sick mothers of my two closest friends who were overseas;
3. Visiting another close friend who just lost her first born due to the incompetence of the same doctor who attended my father;
4. A serious talk with a friend whose marriage is about to crumble right before his face;
5. Listening to the complaints of a friend's husband (not the same person in No. 4) about their unhappy long distance marriage;
6. Exercising my political right to vote;
7. Attending the christening ( and playing a godmother) of a friend's son;
8. Cleaning and feeding Ara, Britney and Lindsay (they're our pigs);
9. Afternoon coffees with Mama (and some arguments in between!);
10. Watching every morning the Cedie Ang Munting Prinsipe with Lian;
11. Afternoons in baywalk, and
12. Sleeping most of the time.
Sometimes, I find it funny how a person spend so much of his money in pursuit of happiness and ended up sad and empty. Or, how one could wish to live forever and spend so much of his time wasting it. The best things in life are free. Or are they really free? Tsk tsk tsk.... There is only one thing that is free in this world, that is "choice". We are what we choose to be.
Nov 8, 2007
Laughingly Yours
I found myself in the bus terminal drenched with rain at 2am today. The 6-hour trip dried my wet clothing but the full blast aircon of the bus left me frozen and shivering in my seat. On my way back home early afternoon, the sun burned itself so madly I thought my head would burst from too much thermo pressure. Half-way through the trip, the rain poured like crazy confusing my body cells that resulted in severe headache even before I'm home.
I quickly checked my e-mails after dinner and forgot to take my Advil because of the e-mail sent to me by Rhye. I laughed so madly and so crazily my headache was gone before I'm done.
I quickly checked my e-mails after dinner and forgot to take my Advil because of the e-mail sent to me by Rhye. I laughed so madly and so crazily my headache was gone before I'm done.
GANITO KA RIN BA MAG-ENGLISH?
TO WHOEVER GETS TO UNDERSTAND THIS LETTER, CONGRATULATIONS!!!..:)
The following is a letter found at a certain bar in Manila and has been preserved in its original, unedited form. Enjoy reading and you may try direct translation in Tagalog. Please read with feelings….
October 1996
To Marjie,
I am not surprise or wander why Dennis leave you. Why? What reason you think about but your very fat body. I thought before that Dennis only use me to his toy but sooner or later I’m realize that he really can’t not beared or stomached to be with you anymore because at first, Dennis say he could not stand you’re habit of making pakialam all his walks (lakad) and always calling to their house what he go home or this or that.
And then he say he get ashame to met iether in school or his family and then asking you to exercise you’re very very, very fat body. But you have it. Thoughth your the most preetiest girls he knows about.
What do you think you are “Beautiful Girl” of Jose Marie Chan?
Even you are beautiful face (to your think) you do not have the right to called me whatsoever or else different name one time or the other for the real purposed to insults my personality because I’m never call you names iether in the front of Dennis or in the backs of Dennis, but if you start already to calling me different name, I don’t have any choice but to call you other different name to. Like you are a PIG, FAT, OBESSED, OVERWIGHT, AND UGLY SHAPE girl. Shame to you’re body that is to a BUDING.
You can’t not blame Dennis for exchanging you to me because I am the more sexier than you when you look to us in the mirror.
I’m repeat again that you are like Ike Lozada when she is a girl.
Love,
The Sexiest Girl of D.M.
P.S. You say that I’m the bad breathe but who is Dennis want to kissed. Me or you? You or me? And the final is me. There you go.
Nov 5, 2007
5 Top Personal Destinations
I awoke to the pounding rain insisting entrance into my room. The November chill is nothing new in this part of the world. I was disoriented for a moment thinking I was somewhere else when my eyes rested on my backpack lying on the floor beckoning me to pick it up. I am leaving home again…
I turned and covered myself with sheets and watched my jalousies guarding my privacy against the intimidating conspiracy of the rain and wind. ‘Tis not a good time to leave…
The mind does wander when the body is in bed and fully awake. While the rain and the wind battled against my glass windows, my mind was all over the world that when it came back to my room it made a decision that didn’t gave me a chance to disagree. I have to be in the following places in the next five years or less:
Kota Kinabalu
As early as my last birthday, I already decided I will celebrate my next birthday in Kota Kinabalu. This place was often mentioned by my mountaineer-friends as the next destination after Mt. Apo of Davao. Not so much about the climb in Mt. Kinabalu, I am also interested at their famous dive sites. After spending time underwater in Mactan Channel, Malaspascua, Moalboal, Bantayan and Apo Island in Dumaguete, I just cannot take my mind off Kota Kinabalo.
Camino de Santiago de Compostela
We were traveling along Maharlika Highway [the highway that connects Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao] sometime last August when Camino de Santiago de Compostela was mentioned. Years of being a Paulo Coehlo reader, both me and my travelmate often discuss about his books and what made him write those books. On the bus, we agreed that we will do the Camino walk (like Paulo Coehlo) and be great writers afterwards. Like Paulo.
Angkor Wat and The Ruins of Petra
Well, I have this thing about history and antiquity.
St. Peter’s Square, Rome and Lourdes, France
I need to be there. The reason is purely personal.
Machu Picchu
Che went to Machu Picchu and met the Incas. That is reason enough for me to go there, too.
I turned and covered myself with sheets and watched my jalousies guarding my privacy against the intimidating conspiracy of the rain and wind. ‘Tis not a good time to leave…
The mind does wander when the body is in bed and fully awake. While the rain and the wind battled against my glass windows, my mind was all over the world that when it came back to my room it made a decision that didn’t gave me a chance to disagree. I have to be in the following places in the next five years or less:
Kota Kinabalu
As early as my last birthday, I already decided I will celebrate my next birthday in Kota Kinabalu. This place was often mentioned by my mountaineer-friends as the next destination after Mt. Apo of Davao. Not so much about the climb in Mt. Kinabalu, I am also interested at their famous dive sites. After spending time underwater in Mactan Channel, Malaspascua, Moalboal, Bantayan and Apo Island in Dumaguete, I just cannot take my mind off Kota Kinabalo.
Camino de Santiago de Compostela
We were traveling along Maharlika Highway [the highway that connects Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao] sometime last August when Camino de Santiago de Compostela was mentioned. Years of being a Paulo Coehlo reader, both me and my travelmate often discuss about his books and what made him write those books. On the bus, we agreed that we will do the Camino walk (like Paulo Coehlo) and be great writers afterwards. Like Paulo.
Angkor Wat and The Ruins of Petra
Well, I have this thing about history and antiquity.
St. Peter’s Square, Rome and Lourdes, France
I need to be there. The reason is purely personal.
Machu Picchu
Che went to Machu Picchu and met the Incas. That is reason enough for me to go there, too.
Nov 2, 2007
Untitled
For a decade, I avoided seeing him during All Soul's Days. Oh, even on ordinary days. Not that I was guilty of something. I was more afraid to face a man whose grief is beyond measure, whose pain is more than human imagination.
Occassionally, I'd send him gifts to let him know I still think of him. Sometimes, when I brought nothing, I'd send him words to let him know I am home from Cebu. He would send me fruits or vegetables as soon as news of my homecoming reaches him. I guess, it was his way of telling me he was thinking of me, too. I figured, he was avoiding me too.
Last year, he was teary-eyed when he saw me coming towards him. I think he was having a dilemma whether to smile or to let his tears fall from his eyes or to do them both at the same time. He smiled and preferred to let his tears gather around his lower eye-lid. It has been a decade since we last saw each other. As we held each other's gaze, all the pains of the last ten years came back. The pain that we tried to deny and was left unacknowledged for a very long time.
As I arranged the flowers I brought, I was aware that he was watching me and that he was thinking of the old times. I felt awkward because I know he was seeing my best friend in me - or at least I reminded him of his daughter who was my best friend.
That moment was what I dreaded to happen for more than a decade already.
There was a moment when our conversation became emotional that he stopped in mid-sentence maybe trying to find the right words to say or was perhaps waiting for the lump in his throat to melt away. I in turn would looked down and couldn't help but wish that I was somewhere else.
After that day last year, he stopped living in his farm for which he lived after Annalyn left. I'm glad we are neighbors again and I can see him everyday sitting outside his house talking to passersby and waiting for the day to end. As for me, I still have my occassional supply of fruits and veggies from his farm - aside from being watched by two fatherly eyes as I sit by the veranda waiting for sunsets to come.
Occassionally, I'd send him gifts to let him know I still think of him. Sometimes, when I brought nothing, I'd send him words to let him know I am home from Cebu. He would send me fruits or vegetables as soon as news of my homecoming reaches him. I guess, it was his way of telling me he was thinking of me, too. I figured, he was avoiding me too.
Last year, he was teary-eyed when he saw me coming towards him. I think he was having a dilemma whether to smile or to let his tears fall from his eyes or to do them both at the same time. He smiled and preferred to let his tears gather around his lower eye-lid. It has been a decade since we last saw each other. As we held each other's gaze, all the pains of the last ten years came back. The pain that we tried to deny and was left unacknowledged for a very long time.
As I arranged the flowers I brought, I was aware that he was watching me and that he was thinking of the old times. I felt awkward because I know he was seeing my best friend in me - or at least I reminded him of his daughter who was my best friend.
That moment was what I dreaded to happen for more than a decade already.
There was a moment when our conversation became emotional that he stopped in mid-sentence maybe trying to find the right words to say or was perhaps waiting for the lump in his throat to melt away. I in turn would looked down and couldn't help but wish that I was somewhere else.
After that day last year, he stopped living in his farm for which he lived after Annalyn left. I'm glad we are neighbors again and I can see him everyday sitting outside his house talking to passersby and waiting for the day to end. As for me, I still have my occassional supply of fruits and veggies from his farm - aside from being watched by two fatherly eyes as I sit by the veranda waiting for sunsets to come.
Oct 10, 2007
On Why I Love Caviar - A Repost
I posted this entry in my multiply account exactly one year ago. Today I reposted it to honor a man I call my "personal myth".
A friend sent me the following text message: "Hey, I'm Having coffee by the bay. I remember how you love Che. He's with me now."
I first met Che through my brother. He never really talked much about Che but I often saw them in deep conversation. I was never interested about who he was that time but I always found myself asking my Kuya about Che and his life. My brother's admiration and reverence on Che was beyond my understanding. I was high school then.
I was in college when I saw him again. This time he talked to me as if he was talking to my brother. He just traveled through one continent with a friend and in a motorcycle! "Wow!", I silently exclaimed. He is now a doctor he said. We talked all through out the movie never minding the big screen in front of us. That night, I had a glimpse of his soul and Che became my personal myth.
It was six months ago when that text message was sent to me by my friend. By now, I have gone to that place by the bay where she was with Che. I sat there for a while and think about Che. I realized how vast was his influence in my life and I didn't even know about it.
I guess it would surprise him to know that in every major decision I made he was the foremost consideration. And I was not even aware of it. I remember one time driving through my lola's farm and to the next barangay on a motorbike! Perhaps he will roll down laughing on my idea on what a continent is! Well, Che, it's the closest I can get from where you have been.
It's October 10 today. The day when Che became a myth forever. It was a privilege knowing him and I will never regret on how I permitted him to influence my life. I am proud of what I am today.
I'd give up forever just to be with Che. And I will always grieve on the fact that I was never given that chance.
I didn't really answered the question on why I love caviar, did I? It is simple, really.
Che loved caviar. I love Che. Therefore, I love caviar. Logic 101.
Yesterday, October 09, 2007, the same friend sent me a message while I was attending the premier of Australian Film Festival. She reminded me to pray for Che and for his soul.
I did. I already did.
A friend sent me the following text message: "Hey, I'm Having coffee by the bay. I remember how you love Che. He's with me now."
I first met Che through my brother. He never really talked much about Che but I often saw them in deep conversation. I was never interested about who he was that time but I always found myself asking my Kuya about Che and his life. My brother's admiration and reverence on Che was beyond my understanding. I was high school then.
I was in college when I saw him again. This time he talked to me as if he was talking to my brother. He just traveled through one continent with a friend and in a motorcycle! "Wow!", I silently exclaimed. He is now a doctor he said. We talked all through out the movie never minding the big screen in front of us. That night, I had a glimpse of his soul and Che became my personal myth.
It was six months ago when that text message was sent to me by my friend. By now, I have gone to that place by the bay where she was with Che. I sat there for a while and think about Che. I realized how vast was his influence in my life and I didn't even know about it.
I guess it would surprise him to know that in every major decision I made he was the foremost consideration. And I was not even aware of it. I remember one time driving through my lola's farm and to the next barangay on a motorbike! Perhaps he will roll down laughing on my idea on what a continent is! Well, Che, it's the closest I can get from where you have been.
It's October 10 today. The day when Che became a myth forever. It was a privilege knowing him and I will never regret on how I permitted him to influence my life. I am proud of what I am today.
I'd give up forever just to be with Che. And I will always grieve on the fact that I was never given that chance.
I didn't really answered the question on why I love caviar, did I? It is simple, really.
Che loved caviar. I love Che. Therefore, I love caviar. Logic 101.
Yesterday, October 09, 2007, the same friend sent me a message while I was attending the premier of Australian Film Festival. She reminded me to pray for Che and for his soul.
I did. I already did.
Oct 9, 2007
Teri Hatcher, Cory Aquino and the Filipinos
My friend's mother handed me a copy of Cebu Sunstar as soon as I put my backpack on the floor. I just came from an uneventful 12-hour boat trip that crossed the seas that divided the islands of the Visayas and Mindanao. Oh, Cebu! I never expected I'd come again in your arms this early. That was a week ago.
I was reading the newspaper when I almost spilt my coffee. A non-favorite american sitcom just insulted doctors produced by Philippine schools. I remembered my last blog entry ignoring (and I was even amused!) the statements of David Lettermen. The latest insult against the Philippines stunned me. As far as I know Filipino medical practitioners is one of the best in the world! I heard America prefered Philippine educated doctors, nurses and medical technologists over other foreign medical practitioners. The "joke" as many would want it to appear was so irresponsible and uncalled for. I'll never watch Desperate Housewives in my lifetime. I never finished an episode anyway...
And to add insult to injury, The Daily Show With John Stewart (another American TV Show) labeled former president Cory Aquino's picture as SLUT . My admiration for Cory has waned when she called on to President Gloria to make a supreme sacrifice by resigning from the presidency. But that does not changed history that she was instrumental in restoring democracy in the Philippines. My friend and I was so absorbed at our indignation that she turned to a different road not within our itinerary!
Diplomatic protests and apologies - would they be enough to restore a wounded national pride? When will we ever learn that for other country to respect us we need to respect our country first? How? Stop beating the redlight for Pete's sake. Stop the irresponsible disposal of garbage, etcetera, etcetera. We should stop making a fool out of ourselves as a people. We can compete side by side with those idiots! Manny Pacquiao just did it. Pacquiao did it without kissing any ass. He did it with discipline, courage and nationalism.
Someday, if we want, a Philippines widely respected the universewide is not impossible. Someday soon...if we want.
I was reading the newspaper when I almost spilt my coffee. A non-favorite american sitcom just insulted doctors produced by Philippine schools. I remembered my last blog entry ignoring (and I was even amused!) the statements of David Lettermen. The latest insult against the Philippines stunned me. As far as I know Filipino medical practitioners is one of the best in the world! I heard America prefered Philippine educated doctors, nurses and medical technologists over other foreign medical practitioners. The "joke" as many would want it to appear was so irresponsible and uncalled for. I'll never watch Desperate Housewives in my lifetime. I never finished an episode anyway...
And to add insult to injury, The Daily Show With John Stewart (another American TV Show) labeled former president Cory Aquino's picture as SLUT . My admiration for Cory has waned when she called on to President Gloria to make a supreme sacrifice by resigning from the presidency. But that does not changed history that she was instrumental in restoring democracy in the Philippines. My friend and I was so absorbed at our indignation that she turned to a different road not within our itinerary!
Diplomatic protests and apologies - would they be enough to restore a wounded national pride? When will we ever learn that for other country to respect us we need to respect our country first? How? Stop beating the redlight for Pete's sake. Stop the irresponsible disposal of garbage, etcetera, etcetera. We should stop making a fool out of ourselves as a people. We can compete side by side with those idiots! Manny Pacquiao just did it. Pacquiao did it without kissing any ass. He did it with discipline, courage and nationalism.
Someday, if we want, a Philippines widely respected the universewide is not impossible. Someday soon...if we want.
Oct 1, 2007
The Filipinos In The Eyes Of The Beholder
Before it was Jay Leno. Before that there was Murphy Brown. And then Larry King. And who can forget Claire Danes? And now we have David Letterman. They all have one thing in common. Either they ridicule the Philippines or they spoke so low about the Filipinos.
Nah. I'm not going to defend the Filipinos here. Aside from the fact that they were entitled to their own opinion, I believe there were grains of truth about their statements. So, whether or not the statements below came from David Letterman or not, I don't give a damn. I find it funny and somehow... true.
Top 10 Reasons Why There Couldn't Be a
Filipino-American US President
10. The White House is not big enough
for in-laws and extended relatives.
9. There are not enough parking spaces
at the White House
for 2 Honda Civics, 2 Toyota Land
Cruisers, 3 Toyota Corollas, a Mercedes
Benz, a BMW (Big Mean Wife), and an MPV
(My Pinoy Van).
8. Dignitaries generally are intimidated
by eating with their fingers at State
dinners.
7. There are too many dining rooms in
the White House - where will they put
the picture of the Last Supper?
6. The White House walls are not big
enough to hold a pair of giant wooden
spoon and fork.
5. Secret Service staff won't respond to
"psst... psst".
4. Secret Service staff will not be
comfortable driving the
presidential car with a Holy Rosary
hanging on the rear view mirror or the
statue of the Santo Nino on the dashboard.
3. No budget allocation to purchase a
karaoke machine for every room in the
White House.
2. State dinners do not allow "Take Home".
AND THE NUMBER 1 REASON WHY THERE
COULDN'T BE A FILIPINO-AMERICAN US
PRESIDENT IS...
1. Air Force One does not allow
overweight Balikbayan boxes!
Nah. I'm not going to defend the Filipinos here. Aside from the fact that they were entitled to their own opinion, I believe there were grains of truth about their statements. So, whether or not the statements below came from David Letterman or not, I don't give a damn. I find it funny and somehow... true.
Top 10 Reasons Why There Couldn't Be a
Filipino-American US President
10. The White House is not big enough
for in-laws and extended relatives.
9. There are not enough parking spaces
at the White House
for 2 Honda Civics, 2 Toyota Land
Cruisers, 3 Toyota Corollas, a Mercedes
Benz, a BMW (Big Mean Wife), and an MPV
(My Pinoy Van).
8. Dignitaries generally are intimidated
by eating with their fingers at State
dinners.
7. There are too many dining rooms in
the White House - where will they put
the picture of the Last Supper?
6. The White House walls are not big
enough to hold a pair of giant wooden
spoon and fork.
5. Secret Service staff won't respond to
"psst... psst".
4. Secret Service staff will not be
comfortable driving the
presidential car with a Holy Rosary
hanging on the rear view mirror or the
statue of the Santo Nino on the dashboard.
3. No budget allocation to purchase a
karaoke machine for every room in the
White House.
2. State dinners do not allow "Take Home".
AND THE NUMBER 1 REASON WHY THERE
COULDN'T BE A FILIPINO-AMERICAN US
PRESIDENT IS...
1. Air Force One does not allow
overweight Balikbayan boxes!
Sep 30, 2007
Living My Life The Way I Wanted To
Since I overslept, I missed 2 calls from a friend and a number of unopened text messages in my phone. I knew the calls were about my delayed trip somewhere in the south. Although, my feet were itching to be back on the road again, some commitment prevented me from leaving my little hometown again. But today is a different day....
My backpack is packed and is ready to go. My heart is ready to venture into another life of uncertain journey. My stomach is unafraid to skip meals again. My restless feet, wiser now, is ready take the unknown paths of the big city and the mountains again.
Living my life the way I wanted to....
My backpack is packed and is ready to go. My heart is ready to venture into another life of uncertain journey. My stomach is unafraid to skip meals again. My restless feet, wiser now, is ready take the unknown paths of the big city and the mountains again.
Living my life the way I wanted to....
Little Hometown Blues
I overslept. For the first time in 300 years I slept until past 10am.
The past weeks there have been talks about supernatural beings roaming around our little sleepy town. When I went to Vengie's place and had one drink too many, she convinced me to sleep over after telling me about Ata. Ata are supernatural beings with missions to collect at least 50 human hearts. According to talks, there are least 3 victims already in different parts of our town. All dead, of course! All unverified, of course!
Recently, a neighbor claimed to have seen a syokoy (merman). She claimed to have seen the creature 2 times already. According to her the syokoy was full of scales from head to toe and has the body of the man but with the head of a fish. Fine!
Also just recently, the dogs around the neighborhood seemed to have gathered for their annual conference and howled together like the devil has barged in uninvited to their meeting. They howled for what seemed like an eternity and then followed by the sound a woman weeping sorrowfully as if somebody so dear left her. The incident became the talk of the neighborhood the following morning.
That very same morning someone claimed to have seen a dog-man. Whether the man looked like a dog or vice versa I didn't inquire anymore. The talks have gone too far already I would have wanted to bite anybody who comes in my way.
Going back to why I overslept. We did have a videoke session. My brother, my cousins and I attacked the microphone without mercy to the silent indignation of our neighbors. At least it was us who howled and not the dogs. Bwahahaha! Purposely, we wanted to sleep late hoping we could see some supernatural beings or happenings. Imagine if we can get an exclusive footage out of it! Bah!
Interestingly, our little hometown was rocked by earthquakes successively this week. The tv reported at least 3 quakes of different magnitude in one week but I think there were more than 3. Whether the talks about supernatural beings and the earthquakes are related, I don't want to guess.
Before we ended our videoke session, someone shouted as he passed by our house. "Melody yabag!" Translation: Melody out of tune!
The past weeks there have been talks about supernatural beings roaming around our little sleepy town. When I went to Vengie's place and had one drink too many, she convinced me to sleep over after telling me about Ata. Ata are supernatural beings with missions to collect at least 50 human hearts. According to talks, there are least 3 victims already in different parts of our town. All dead, of course! All unverified, of course!
Recently, a neighbor claimed to have seen a syokoy (merman). She claimed to have seen the creature 2 times already. According to her the syokoy was full of scales from head to toe and has the body of the man but with the head of a fish. Fine!
Also just recently, the dogs around the neighborhood seemed to have gathered for their annual conference and howled together like the devil has barged in uninvited to their meeting. They howled for what seemed like an eternity and then followed by the sound a woman weeping sorrowfully as if somebody so dear left her. The incident became the talk of the neighborhood the following morning.
That very same morning someone claimed to have seen a dog-man. Whether the man looked like a dog or vice versa I didn't inquire anymore. The talks have gone too far already I would have wanted to bite anybody who comes in my way.
Going back to why I overslept. We did have a videoke session. My brother, my cousins and I attacked the microphone without mercy to the silent indignation of our neighbors. At least it was us who howled and not the dogs. Bwahahaha! Purposely, we wanted to sleep late hoping we could see some supernatural beings or happenings. Imagine if we can get an exclusive footage out of it! Bah!
Interestingly, our little hometown was rocked by earthquakes successively this week. The tv reported at least 3 quakes of different magnitude in one week but I think there were more than 3. Whether the talks about supernatural beings and the earthquakes are related, I don't want to guess.
Before we ended our videoke session, someone shouted as he passed by our house. "Melody yabag!" Translation: Melody out of tune!
Sep 29, 2007
Of Cars And Qoutes
When Ms. Dominguez (the forever beautiful Ms. Dominguez) parked her new car outside our house, the first question she asked me was "How do you like the color?" I smiled because although red is my favorite color, I prefer the elegance of black when it come to cars. We were admiring her car from a distance when I asked her if the car's insurance papers were in order. She said, no. I told her she should get one and maybe I can help her ask around.
Searching the internet, I was not really suprised when I found Advantage Auto Quotes
an internet company qouting service that enables insurance companies to compete with each other to give the customers the best and the most affordable price on car, truck and SUV insurance policies. By simply filling out a form a customer may receive multiple quotes on all types of automotive insurance policies from competitive insurance agents giving customers a wide variety of choices to suit their needs.
In the world of mouse-clicking, I find it funny when I have trouble looking for a car insurance agent for Ms. Dominguez. Wish I can recommend Advantage Auto Quotes
to Ms. Dominguez that would save her a lot of trouble. But I don't think this kind of online service reaches the Philippines as of yet. Maybe not yet.
an internet company qouting service that enables insurance companies to compete with each other to give the customers the best and the most affordable price on car, truck and SUV insurance policies. By simply filling out a form a customer may receive multiple quotes on all types of automotive insurance policies from competitive insurance agents giving customers a wide variety of choices to suit their needs.
In the world of mouse-clicking, I find it funny when I have trouble looking for a car insurance agent for Ms. Dominguez. Wish I can recommend Advantage Auto Quotes
to Ms. Dominguez that would save her a lot of trouble. But I don't think this kind of online service reaches the Philippines as of yet. Maybe not yet.
Sep 28, 2007
The Bum Wants Some Dough
I have been bum for so long now it felt uncomfortable already. It’s not funny anymore. Although, I am available at anyone’s bidding 24/7, my financial dearth sometimes sent me lurking at one corner wondering how it felt to be somewhere else. My recent road trip drained me financially sacrificing my little “piggy and bamboo bank.” No regrets, though.
A couple of friends offered me accommodation and food should I decide to relocate abroad. A close friend offered to open her house and fridge for me in Davao, another in Cebu and Arman promise me company should I lose my mind and decide to live in Manila. Not bad.
Weeks ago, a friend wandered around my blogsite after he heard from the grapevine that I am maintaining one. He called me and said that he “liked” my blogs and I could actually earn from it. Earn? Such a sweet sound to my ears!
He sent me a link to www.blogsvertise.com and said hopefully my earnings from it would help me finance my vices. Hehehhehe! I forgot to click the link.
Recently, Grace, chanced upon my blogsite and left me a message at my chatbox. I went to her blogsite and again I saw www.blogsvertise.com . Curiosity striked me and immediately the dollar signs flashed before my eyes.
If my reading was right www.blogsvertise.com pays you if you write about an internet advertiser in your blog entry. You can write anything to promote, advertise, compliment or even complain about the internet advertiser. Suit me just fine.
So folks, if this blogsite turns from personal to commercial, pity the bum. She needs to eat. And of course, man cannot live by bread alone. He needs to play, too.
A couple of friends offered me accommodation and food should I decide to relocate abroad. A close friend offered to open her house and fridge for me in Davao, another in Cebu and Arman promise me company should I lose my mind and decide to live in Manila. Not bad.
Weeks ago, a friend wandered around my blogsite after he heard from the grapevine that I am maintaining one. He called me and said that he “liked” my blogs and I could actually earn from it. Earn? Such a sweet sound to my ears!
He sent me a link to www.blogsvertise.com and said hopefully my earnings from it would help me finance my vices. Hehehhehe! I forgot to click the link.
Recently, Grace, chanced upon my blogsite and left me a message at my chatbox. I went to her blogsite and again I saw www.blogsvertise.com . Curiosity striked me and immediately the dollar signs flashed before my eyes.
If my reading was right www.blogsvertise.com pays you if you write about an internet advertiser in your blog entry. You can write anything to promote, advertise, compliment or even complain about the internet advertiser. Suit me just fine.
So folks, if this blogsite turns from personal to commercial, pity the bum. She needs to eat. And of course, man cannot live by bread alone. He needs to play, too.
Sep 26, 2007
The Country Mouse Went To The Big City: Again
I was early the next day for my 8:30am flight. I was surprised to see that there was a 6:30am plane bound for Manila. I specificallly requested that I wanted the flight after 5am the following day. When I told the attendant that I want to be on the 6:30am flight he told me to go back to the check in counter. I almost lost my patience when the lady behind the check in counter told me that they will have to charge me with additional fee if I insist on boarding the 6:30am flight. My foreign tongue was put into action after all when I told her I wanted to talk to her supervisor. I didn't make a lengthy speech. I just told the supervisor that it's their fault why I am still in Cebu. If their airline was on time per their advertisements I would have been in La Salle this very moment cheering for a dear friend. He pacified me by issuing me a boarding pass! Bwahahahaha!
Shortly after I turned my back on the check in counter, the speaker somewhere made an announcement: "Paging passenger I*m*e T*n*o Cebu Pacific Flight 5J560 is now ready to depart from Cebu to Manila please..." I couldn't make out the words anymore. The mere mention of my name sent me half flying and running towards the plane. Two attendants clapped their hands as I boarded. I was panting, running out of breath and feeling silly as I fastened by seatbelt.
The flight was uneventful except that they don't serve coffee or tea unless you pay 50 bucks! I felt my empty stomach and swore I'll never fly Cebu Pacific again... if I can help it.
From the Domestic Airport, I boarded a jeepney for Baclaran. I remember there was a train station somewhere in Baclaran. I don't want to board a taxi because taxi drivers in Manila are worse than leeches. That deserves another blog.
I believe the train station just opened when I lined up to buy a ticket. I was to stop at Vito Cruz Station about 4-5 stations away from Baclaran. And so it goes that my fatigue-ridden body gave in to the calls of slumber that when I woke up the train was already leaving Central Station. Never really knowing where I was and without any maps inside the train, I reached the other end of the rail, about 13 stations away from Vito Cruz!
lrt map
Vito Cruz Station: where I should have unboarded.
My early morning joyride from Baclaran to Monumento was so irritating that I again wondered how my day will end.
Shortly after I turned my back on the check in counter, the speaker somewhere made an announcement: "Paging passenger I*m*e T*n*o Cebu Pacific Flight 5J560 is now ready to depart from Cebu to Manila please..." I couldn't make out the words anymore. The mere mention of my name sent me half flying and running towards the plane. Two attendants clapped their hands as I boarded. I was panting, running out of breath and feeling silly as I fastened by seatbelt.
The flight was uneventful except that they don't serve coffee or tea unless you pay 50 bucks! I felt my empty stomach and swore I'll never fly Cebu Pacific again... if I can help it.
From the Domestic Airport, I boarded a jeepney for Baclaran. I remember there was a train station somewhere in Baclaran. I don't want to board a taxi because taxi drivers in Manila are worse than leeches. That deserves another blog.
I believe the train station just opened when I lined up to buy a ticket. I was to stop at Vito Cruz Station about 4-5 stations away from Baclaran. And so it goes that my fatigue-ridden body gave in to the calls of slumber that when I woke up the train was already leaving Central Station. Never really knowing where I was and without any maps inside the train, I reached the other end of the rail, about 13 stations away from Vito Cruz!
My early morning joyride from Baclaran to Monumento was so irritating that I again wondered how my day will end.
This Is How My Day Ended
I was filling my stomach with stuffs as we crossed the old Mactan bridge. We were laughing at my misfortune and at the possibility of me jumping off the bridge had it not been for the help of Josy and Irene. Sunstar's headline could read: "Vagabond jumps off Mactan bridge after losing wallet, mind." Terrible! Terrible! My 15 minutes of fame is way too late!
My mouth was full, my heart light and my hands were busy taking pictures.
I checked in two hours before my scheduled flight. Hurray! I was surprised to see the pre-departure area full of passengers. When I finally settled myself into a vacant chair, I immediately started reading "Night" by Elie Wiesel. I was half-way through reading the preface when a woman started shouting at the airline personnel. Another one stood up and joined the woman. And then another and another until they all looked like lawmakers debating on some legislation. Everyone spoke english sounding stupid with their local accent. I would have wanted to join them and slap them one by one with my book. The abundance of name-dropping was enough to make my stomach turn and sent me back to reading Elie Wiesel.
It turned out that their flight was scheduled at 11am and at 5pm they still don't have any idea whether or not they can fly home to Zamboanga within the day. If I were in their shoes I'm sure I'd be speaking not only English but French, Mandarin, Nippongo and God knows what that comes to me (I don't know any of those languages I enumerated, for the record).
Then, I think I got what I wished for. Soon enough talks started to circulate that our flight was rescheduled to 8:30pm. When a voice from the paging system confirmed the talks I immediately informed my friend who was to meet me at the airport in Manila. I would have wanted to start lambasting the airline personnel with my foreign tongue when free dinner was served to us. I shut up, sat down and ate. The meal was free and was on time. What can I do?
After more than an hour of talking with Elie Wiesel, a now familiar voice from the speaker spoke again: our flight was moved anew to 10:30pm. Great! No amount of food can make me shut up this time. I went to the supervisor and asked (diplomatically) that my trip be rescheduled the following day. In consideration of a friend who was to take the bar examinations the following day, I could not possibly make him meet me at the airport at 11:30 in the evening!
When my travel mate called to check on me, she was surprised to know that I was still in the beautiful island of Cebu. She was all smiles as she stopped by the airport to pick me up.
Back at the Mactan bridge, we were laughing at how my day went and wondered how it's going to end. Actually, it ended late at my travel mate's condo.
My mouth was full, my heart light and my hands were busy taking pictures.
I checked in two hours before my scheduled flight. Hurray! I was surprised to see the pre-departure area full of passengers. When I finally settled myself into a vacant chair, I immediately started reading "Night" by Elie Wiesel. I was half-way through reading the preface when a woman started shouting at the airline personnel. Another one stood up and joined the woman. And then another and another until they all looked like lawmakers debating on some legislation. Everyone spoke english sounding stupid with their local accent. I would have wanted to join them and slap them one by one with my book. The abundance of name-dropping was enough to make my stomach turn and sent me back to reading Elie Wiesel.
It turned out that their flight was scheduled at 11am and at 5pm they still don't have any idea whether or not they can fly home to Zamboanga within the day. If I were in their shoes I'm sure I'd be speaking not only English but French, Mandarin, Nippongo and God knows what that comes to me (I don't know any of those languages I enumerated, for the record).
Then, I think I got what I wished for. Soon enough talks started to circulate that our flight was rescheduled to 8:30pm. When a voice from the paging system confirmed the talks I immediately informed my friend who was to meet me at the airport in Manila. I would have wanted to start lambasting the airline personnel with my foreign tongue when free dinner was served to us. I shut up, sat down and ate. The meal was free and was on time. What can I do?
After more than an hour of talking with Elie Wiesel, a now familiar voice from the speaker spoke again: our flight was moved anew to 10:30pm. Great! No amount of food can make me shut up this time. I went to the supervisor and asked (diplomatically) that my trip be rescheduled the following day. In consideration of a friend who was to take the bar examinations the following day, I could not possibly make him meet me at the airport at 11:30 in the evening!
When my travel mate called to check on me, she was surprised to know that I was still in the beautiful island of Cebu. She was all smiles as she stopped by the airport to pick me up.
Back at the Mactan bridge, we were laughing at how my day went and wondered how it's going to end. Actually, it ended late at my travel mate's condo.
Sep 25, 2007
When Angels Come, They Come In Pair
I tried to control my panic by packing my backpacks again. I dare not count the money inside my coin purse because I know it will never be enough for the airport's terminal fee, no, not even for my taxi. I was in that state when my phone rang. My travel mate called and said she wanted to give me something before I'll leave for Manila. We agreed we'll meet in SM. I was on the bus when the reality started to sinked in: I was penniless. When my travel mate called again and asked if we could meet in Ayala because parking in SM was impossible, I told her my coins will only permit me for as far as SM. Then I told her my story.
We were circling around the South Reclamation Area trying to find a way out of my situation. My travel mate has only 500 bucks enough for her car to bring us whereever it was we were going. It was already 3pm and my plane was due to leave at 5.55pm. My stomach was already used to skipping meals. In the last two weeks, eating meals on time was a luxury I can hardly afford. I texted Josy and Irene about what happened. And for what seemed like an eternity, the silence of my cellphone was nauseating.
We were heading towards the old Mactan Bridge when my phone vibrated bringing in hope in what looked like a hopeless situation. Irene told me to meet her in Ayala while Josy said that I go to her house. When time is of the essence, timing is everything. Before 3pm was over, I already have 2000 pesos in my pocket (1000 bucks each from Irene and Josy), a smile in my lips and chopsticks in my hands chewing dumplings while crossing the old Mactan Bridge.
On how my day ended? I'll save it for my next blog. Right now I want to thank Irene not because it's her birthday today but because she was there.
the Birthday Girl
Thank you for listening to me while I cried my heart out over the phone.
Thank you for the Glutathione soap.
Thank you for putting your name at risk for me.
Thank you for lending me the money without second thoughts.
Thank you for the lunch you and Josy bought for me.
Thank you for the trust.
Thank you for the friendship.
Thank you for all those times prior to September 1.
Sep 23, 2007
The Country Mouse Went To The Big City
Also this time last month, I was inside a bank with an empty stomach, 4 pieces of 100-peso bills in my coin purse, and my atm card confiscated by the bank in a place called Manila. Felt like I was stranded in an island with no way out.
Earlier, I was due to meet a high school friend in Robinsons. Before that I dropped by an atm machine for some cash. Then the unexpected happened: my card was captured. While I silently thanked that the day was not a Friday otherwise I'll go hungry for the rest of the weekend, I was devastated when the bank personnel told me they can't possibly release my card because it is a "hot card". A hot card is a card reported as either stolen, lost or missing the bank personnel explained. I never reported it as missing and how in the world could I possibly stole my own card? So it goes that while my stomach shouted "grok! grok!", my cellphone sounded its last beep before its battery became empty. The country mouse is now in the big city with 400 bucks, an empty stomach and a useless cellphone. So much about lightning striking thrice.
It was good that Michelle, the bank personnel, was very helpful. I made a few phone calls at her suggestion and saw glimmer of hopes after each call. My bank explained that they have sent me bank statements to my last known address in Cebu and all were sent back to their office because the occupants have moved out. Hence, they declared my card as hot card. Thank you very much!
It was past 5pm when I finally got my much needed cash. My appointment with a high school friend having been cancelled, I immediately proceeded to Makati to meet my travel mate. While her day went along fine, she laughed symphathetically at my story. She said it was good that I met an angel in Michelle and that it's not everyday that a helping hand comes along when needed. Don't worry, I said, I'll pass the kindness forward.
From Buendia, we boarded a bus for Baclaran. We thought we could squeeze a quick church visit with our remaining time. Little did we know that the bus would pass by the Mall of Asia. As the sight of the giant mall flashed before us, we exchanged glances of agreement and immediately unboarded. Thanking the one who sent the angel earlier in the day and passing the kindness forward could wait. That time, the Mall of Asia was a welcome temptation.
Earlier, I was due to meet a high school friend in Robinsons. Before that I dropped by an atm machine for some cash. Then the unexpected happened: my card was captured. While I silently thanked that the day was not a Friday otherwise I'll go hungry for the rest of the weekend, I was devastated when the bank personnel told me they can't possibly release my card because it is a "hot card". A hot card is a card reported as either stolen, lost or missing the bank personnel explained. I never reported it as missing and how in the world could I possibly stole my own card? So it goes that while my stomach shouted "grok! grok!", my cellphone sounded its last beep before its battery became empty. The country mouse is now in the big city with 400 bucks, an empty stomach and a useless cellphone. So much about lightning striking thrice.
It was good that Michelle, the bank personnel, was very helpful. I made a few phone calls at her suggestion and saw glimmer of hopes after each call. My bank explained that they have sent me bank statements to my last known address in Cebu and all were sent back to their office because the occupants have moved out. Hence, they declared my card as hot card. Thank you very much!
It was past 5pm when I finally got my much needed cash. My appointment with a high school friend having been cancelled, I immediately proceeded to Makati to meet my travel mate. While her day went along fine, she laughed symphathetically at my story. She said it was good that I met an angel in Michelle and that it's not everyday that a helping hand comes along when needed. Don't worry, I said, I'll pass the kindness forward.
From Buendia, we boarded a bus for Baclaran. We thought we could squeeze a quick church visit with our remaining time. Little did we know that the bus would pass by the Mall of Asia. As the sight of the giant mall flashed before us, we exchanged glances of agreement and immediately unboarded. Thanking the one who sent the angel earlier in the day and passing the kindness forward could wait. That time, the Mall of Asia was a welcome temptation.
For Friends Are Friends Forever
This time last month I was in the National Kidney Transplant Institute visiting a friend whose husband was due for a kidney transplant. Dada, as we both fondly call each other, was the first to see me when I entered the NKTI. From her smiles, I couldn’t make out what kind of an ordeal she and her family were undergoing. That moment , I was only too glad to be there with her.
As I headed back to the train station, I was trying to recall how we started to become friends. It was the day when I heard a new occupant has moved in to the room across mine. I knew the room has been reserved for someone two months before but when the occupant arrived I was just too busy or lazy (?) to welcome the new neighbor.We met dawn the following day when I was heading towards the bathroom for my bath while she just finished hers. I inquired if she was the one who moved in yesterday and introduced myself. I couldn’t remember anymore what we’ve talked after the introduction but I believe we ended it with me saying:
Knock she did. Before the day was over she knocked on my door bringing a book asking about something. The conversation was very short but it paved the way for a friendship that is to last even after our stay in that dormitory. With her, I found an instant companion in most everything I do. I guess, my God saw that I was living a not-so-normal life so He sent someone to bring me back to normalcy.
Sometimes, she’d bring my breakfast and hang it by my doorknob after knocking once although never really expecting a reply. After a time if she can’t sense any movement from my room she then would say loud enough for me hear: “Yung ibang tao dyan kung ayaw ma-mental magbreakfast na!(If you don’t want to go to the mental (hospital) you better take your breakfast!”) or “Hay, naku! Sa lahat ng ayaw ko ay ang kaibigan na sira-ulo! (I really don’t like a nut-case for a friend!). She was more friendly than I that before we knew it, our part of the dormitory which was once enveloped with silence buzzed with controlled laughters from "inmates" who would gather to ate meals in her room (eating in rooms was strictly prohibited by the dormitory management). I stayed longer than her in the dormitory but her acquaintances were three times mine and most of my acquaintaces were because of her. She was the one who gave me Papa Bear, too.
One week ago, after a number of postponements, Paolo her husband, finally received a new kidney from his brother. Dada regularly sent updates while Paolo was under knife. Constantly, she'd asked that I'd say a prayer so that the surgery of Paolo will be successful. I would have wanted to tell her, "Dada, this time you don't have to knock. Because I am all too ready to kneel for you, Paolo and Clyde."
For Friends Are Friends Forever.
As I headed back to the train station, I was trying to recall how we started to become friends. It was the day when I heard a new occupant has moved in to the room across mine. I knew the room has been reserved for someone two months before but when the occupant arrived I was just too busy or lazy (?) to welcome the new neighbor.We met dawn the following day when I was heading towards the bathroom for my bath while she just finished hers. I inquired if she was the one who moved in yesterday and introduced myself. I couldn’t remember anymore what we’ve talked after the introduction but I believe we ended it with me saying:
Y: Pag may kailangan ka katukin mo lang ako. Titingnan ko kung anong magagawa ko. (If you need something just knock. I’ll try to see what I can do.)
M: Sige kakatok lang ako. Salamat, ha. (Ok, I’ll just knock. Thanks.)
Knock she did. Before the day was over she knocked on my door bringing a book asking about something. The conversation was very short but it paved the way for a friendship that is to last even after our stay in that dormitory. With her, I found an instant companion in most everything I do. I guess, my God saw that I was living a not-so-normal life so He sent someone to bring me back to normalcy.
Sometimes, she’d bring my breakfast and hang it by my doorknob after knocking once although never really expecting a reply. After a time if she can’t sense any movement from my room she then would say loud enough for me hear: “Yung ibang tao dyan kung ayaw ma-mental magbreakfast na!(If you don’t want to go to the mental (hospital) you better take your breakfast!”) or “Hay, naku! Sa lahat ng ayaw ko ay ang kaibigan na sira-ulo! (I really don’t like a nut-case for a friend!). She was more friendly than I that before we knew it, our part of the dormitory which was once enveloped with silence buzzed with controlled laughters from "inmates" who would gather to ate meals in her room (eating in rooms was strictly prohibited by the dormitory management). I stayed longer than her in the dormitory but her acquaintances were three times mine and most of my acquaintaces were because of her. She was the one who gave me Papa Bear, too.
One week ago, after a number of postponements, Paolo her husband, finally received a new kidney from his brother. Dada regularly sent updates while Paolo was under knife. Constantly, she'd asked that I'd say a prayer so that the surgery of Paolo will be successful. I would have wanted to tell her, "Dada, this time you don't have to knock. Because I am all too ready to kneel for you, Paolo and Clyde."
For Friends Are Friends Forever.
Sep 1, 2007
My Beautiful Cebu
I am halfway through my road trip. I am right now in Cebu, the place I call my second home. This is the last place I wanted to be when I started my road trip. I planned of traversing the whole of the Visayas Island after Luzon but Cebu was not included in my itinerary. Guess, I'm not ready yet to step into this beautiful island I have so much affection with.
My latest stay here in Cebu is one of the best experience I had in my lifetime. I found nothing but friendships and more friendships. Friendship that withstood the test of distance, silence and time. I'll be blogging some more of that as soon as my road trip ends.
I am leaving again later today for Manila to attend some unfinished business and... to cheer for a friend who is about to embark on what he calls "the biggest battle in my life"
Thank you Cebu for making feel special and loved. I will pay it forward.
For my Dude, I'll see you later today. I'll cheer till my voice is hoarse. I'll stay at your back, at your side or wherever you want me to be. Just get in there and do some ass-kicking! Good luck!
My latest stay here in Cebu is one of the best experience I had in my lifetime. I found nothing but friendships and more friendships. Friendship that withstood the test of distance, silence and time. I'll be blogging some more of that as soon as my road trip ends.
I am leaving again later today for Manila to attend some unfinished business and... to cheer for a friend who is about to embark on what he calls "the biggest battle in my life"
Thank you Cebu for making feel special and loved. I will pay it forward.
For my Dude, I'll see you later today. I'll cheer till my voice is hoarse. I'll stay at your back, at your side or wherever you want me to be. Just get in there and do some ass-kicking! Good luck!
Aug 22, 2007
Road Trip
Lately, the conversations I had with my friends were all about love, err, majority of it. I don’t claim to be a veteran when it comes to love but neither am I an amateur. I believe nobody becomes an expert when it comes to the affairs of the heart no matter how many times one’s heart has been broken or has mended. Everybody remains an amateur never an expert, hence, all is fair in love.
A long-time friend once asked me why I don’t write about my lovelife in my blogs. Actually, there really is nothing to write about, plus, I have trouble wearing my heart out of my sleeves. It feels comfortable to be privy when it comes to the matters of the heart. Emotions is such a complicated word I prefer to do a “spell-check” each time I’m at it. The lesser the mistake the better.
Right now, I am stuck in front of the monitor unable to expound the topic I started. Another way of saying, " I refuse to talk about my heart" Hahahaha!!! I just finished packing my backback for a road trip that would start with a plane bound for Manila. This road trip has been planned long before with a friend whose level of enthusiasm about life and living is the same as mine. Life is too precious to be spending it in stillness and without motion.
At dawn, hours from now, another story will begin.
Aug 14, 2007
Freedom In Prison
The first time I was in jail was more than 5 years ago. I was doing a research on youthful offenders that time and the complexity of the subject always brought me back to jail every weekend. Seeing the over-crowded jails always drained me of my reserved energies and weekends started to get blurred. I was only too glad when my research ended and my life went back to normal. That was in Cebu.
At present I still get myself near some jails but not as big as the jails I went in with some 5 years ago. Good thing is I don't smell any odor anymore when I'm with the prisoners. In a sleepy town like ours where everybody knows everybody, it is a common thing to meet inmates outside their cells. Sometimes we'd do our pep talks at a sari-sari store while watching a boxing match on tv. There were times we'd exchange greetings inside a jeepney. Some of them would even go out of jail for weeks and return as soon as they sold out their farms produce. Out of the ordinary situations but its true. Onli in da Pilipins.
Recently, an incredible mass dance by prisoners in Cebu is hitting the internet. I can't help but think if I knew some of the dancers. Perhaps some of them were my former subjects. Hehehe! Specially, I can't help but be proud that I came from a race that is best known for its sunny disposition.
I couldn't start to imagine how the personnel of CPDRC managed to successfully pull out such gigantic activity. But I believe having Filipinos as participants made it possible and more easy.
I don't really want to enumerate the best traits of Filipinos here. At least, not now. I don't have time to do an ego-tripping in behalf of my countrymen. It's just that, the dance performed by the inmates in Cebu made me think a little...
"If the 1,000-something inmates who were allegedly lacking in moral turpitude can dance together as one to the tune of a single song, why can't a president, 23 senators and 237 congressmen unite and pursue a common objective?"
Don't answer my question. Just watch the video and have a good time.
At present I still get myself near some jails but not as big as the jails I went in with some 5 years ago. Good thing is I don't smell any odor anymore when I'm with the prisoners. In a sleepy town like ours where everybody knows everybody, it is a common thing to meet inmates outside their cells. Sometimes we'd do our pep talks at a sari-sari store while watching a boxing match on tv. There were times we'd exchange greetings inside a jeepney. Some of them would even go out of jail for weeks and return as soon as they sold out their farms produce. Out of the ordinary situations but its true. Onli in da Pilipins.
Recently, an incredible mass dance by prisoners in Cebu is hitting the internet. I can't help but think if I knew some of the dancers. Perhaps some of them were my former subjects. Hehehe! Specially, I can't help but be proud that I came from a race that is best known for its sunny disposition.
I couldn't start to imagine how the personnel of CPDRC managed to successfully pull out such gigantic activity. But I believe having Filipinos as participants made it possible and more easy.
I don't really want to enumerate the best traits of Filipinos here. At least, not now. I don't have time to do an ego-tripping in behalf of my countrymen. It's just that, the dance performed by the inmates in Cebu made me think a little...
"If the 1,000-something inmates who were allegedly lacking in moral turpitude can dance together as one to the tune of a single song, why can't a president, 23 senators and 237 congressmen unite and pursue a common objective?"
Don't answer my question. Just watch the video and have a good time.
Aug 12, 2007
To All My Friends*
To All My Friends Who Are …. SINGLE
Love is like a butterfly.
The more you chase it the more it eludes you.
But if you just let it fly, it will come back to you
when you least expect it.
Love can make you happy but often it hurts,
but love is only special when you give it to
someone who is really worth it.
So take your time and choose only the best.
To All My Friends Who Are …NOT SO SINGLE
Love isn’t about becoming somebody else’s “perfect person”.
It’s about finding someone who helps you become the
best person you can be.
To All My Friends Who Are …. ENGAGED
The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together,
But how good you are for each other.
To All My Friends Who Are …. MARRIED
Love is not about “it’s your fault” but “I’m sorry.”
Not “where are you?” but “I’m right here with you.”
Not “how could you?” but “I understand.”
Not “I wish you were here” but “I’m thankful you are.”
To All My Friends Who Are …. HEARTBROKEN
Heart breaks hurt as long as you want and
cuts as deep as you allow them to go.
The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks.
But to learn from them.
To All My Friends Who Are …. NAÏVE
How to be in love:
Be consistent but not too persistent
Share and never be unfair
Understand and try not to demand
And get hurt but never try to keep the pain.
To All My Friends Who Are …. POSSESSIVE
It breaks your heart to see someone you love
Happy with someone else
But it’s more painful to know that the one you love
Is unhappy with you.
To All My Friends Who Are …. AFRAID TO CONFESS
Love hurts when you break up with someone.
It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you.
But love hurts the most:
When the person you love has no idea how you feel about him/her.
To All My Friends Who …. ARE STILL HOLDING ON
A sad thing about life is when you meet someone
and you fall in love, only to find out in the end that
it was never meant to be, and that you have wasted years
for someone who wasn’t worth it
If that person isn’t worth it now,
it’s not going to be worth it
a year or 10 years from now.
TO ALL MY FRIENDS:
My wish for you is a man/woman whose love is: honest, strong, mature,
never-changing, protective, encouraging, rewarding and unselfish.
* All the texts I used in this particular entry came from an e-mail forwarded to me by Sherwin. I presumed they are meant for distribution. All the pictures posted in this entry, I stole them from www.photobucket.com. sorry :-)
Aug 10, 2007
The Adventure Island Part 4
I burped before the sun bade its farewell for the day. I just had my first meal of the day from what seemed to be the only eatery in the island. I was so busy thinking how am I going do my “panic” that the food tasted so bland and the eating was almost mechanical. It’s been an hour since I landed and my friend has not yet responded to the announcement I made of my arrival. I sat back under the tree and stared across the now darken horizon.
Reality check:
Honestly, I never felt so alone and so isolated in my entire life. I was stranded in a strange island with nothing but my backpack and the only living person who knew where I was has but the barest idea of what I have gotten myself into. Another hour has passed and the only single soul who could rescue me has not yet arrived and has shown no indication that she will arrive. This day is going to be a lot of fun, I thought.
I was in my deep reverie when an old woman approached to sell me some steamed peanuts. She said she can tell that I am not an islander because it's the first time she saw me in their place. Although I contained myself to only "Yes", "No" and "Ahhs" it was not long after that the other islanders started swarming around us. I told them the story of my day and how I ended in their island. They were symphatic although they can not hide their amusements at my stupidity.
The people of Socorro impressed me. Their dialect sounds familiar and it took me a while to identify that they sounded like my father's. Their courteous accent made me nostalgic that for a moment I thought I was in my father's farm. They are a proud people. They are proud of what they are and what they have. Like most Filipinos, they smile all the time. Before my friend arrived to pick me up, at least 3 men offered me a place to stay. Ang haba ng hair ko! I think it was made in good faith because they even asked the old woman who was selling peanuts to vouched for their Good Moral Character. Honestly, I never really suspected that they mean me any harm. I am thankful that I was treated like I'm one of their own. They must have been offended when I kept the peanuts they gave me. I wanted to tell them that I am allergic to peanuts and I can't possibly get sick in a strange island. At least not now.
When my friend arrived, I think she was half hysterical. She got my message two hours late and I guess she ran at a speed of 500 kilometer per hour just to get to where I am. Faster than the speed of light. Friends are like that. They'll always come running.
The moon was full and it looked wonderful from the rooftop where I recounted my day to my friend and my new acquiantances. And my long day ended shortly after another has began.
The Friend that made my trip possible:
And the acquaintance that made my trip more fun and informative:
And the beautiful people of Socorro Island, for the breath of fresh air :
Thank you.
Reality check:
Are you scared?
- Nope
What do you fear most right now?
- That I’ll get out of this island safe and sound but not having fun.
How are you holding on?
-Holding on well.
How are you?
- Excited to know how this day will end.
You think your friend will come and get you?
- Absolutely. She’ll come running.
Honestly, I never felt so alone and so isolated in my entire life. I was stranded in a strange island with nothing but my backpack and the only living person who knew where I was has but the barest idea of what I have gotten myself into. Another hour has passed and the only single soul who could rescue me has not yet arrived and has shown no indication that she will arrive. This day is going to be a lot of fun, I thought.
I was in my deep reverie when an old woman approached to sell me some steamed peanuts. She said she can tell that I am not an islander because it's the first time she saw me in their place. Although I contained myself to only "Yes", "No" and "Ahhs" it was not long after that the other islanders started swarming around us. I told them the story of my day and how I ended in their island. They were symphatic although they can not hide their amusements at my stupidity.
The people of Socorro impressed me. Their dialect sounds familiar and it took me a while to identify that they sounded like my father's. Their courteous accent made me nostalgic that for a moment I thought I was in my father's farm. They are a proud people. They are proud of what they are and what they have. Like most Filipinos, they smile all the time. Before my friend arrived to pick me up, at least 3 men offered me a place to stay. Ang haba ng hair ko! I think it was made in good faith because they even asked the old woman who was selling peanuts to vouched for their Good Moral Character. Honestly, I never really suspected that they mean me any harm. I am thankful that I was treated like I'm one of their own. They must have been offended when I kept the peanuts they gave me. I wanted to tell them that I am allergic to peanuts and I can't possibly get sick in a strange island. At least not now.
When my friend arrived, I think she was half hysterical. She got my message two hours late and I guess she ran at a speed of 500 kilometer per hour just to get to where I am. Faster than the speed of light. Friends are like that. They'll always come running.
The moon was full and it looked wonderful from the rooftop where I recounted my day to my friend and my new acquiantances. And my long day ended shortly after another has began.
The Friend that made my trip possible:
And the acquaintance that made my trip more fun and informative:
And the beautiful people of Socorro Island, for the breath of fresh air :
Thank you.
Aug 8, 2007
The Adventure Island Part 3
I can feel that we are on the “it” place when our battered boat started to shake. The waves hammered angrily at the boat as we ran faster to keep up with the speed of the current. I think no single person is dry inside the boat.
I was trying to assess the situation when it suddenly occurred to me that this could be my D-Day! Fine. So be it. I will go with dignity and I should not chicken out. Bah! I closed my eyes and conversed with myself.
I felt silly when I opened my eyes. Some of the passengers were talking like nothing happened, others were eating yellow corns reminding me of my lunch-deprived stomach. I think I just missed something beautiful and wonderful when I closed my eyes. It was the waves I came here for and I can’t believe I closed my eyes when the waves were at its best. For the nth time in my life I felt stupid. And, for the first time in my glorious and colorful sailing history, I want to puke.
I went outside and stood by the deck for a time. The waves are calmer now although the splashing continues. I have never seen so many islands surrounding me before. This scene is a classic, I thought. As we were approaching the island destination, I was disturbed by something I couldn’t figure out what. Something is wrong with the island, I observed. ‘What is it? What is it?’ I asked myself. The shores are calm almost dead. There were no movements. I wondered where was the surfing area.
After we docked, I immediately looked for a reloading station to bring back to life my communication with the world. As expected it took me a lifetime to look for a reloading station. I was prepared for that. What I was not prepared was the answer given to me by a local when I asked her where I was.
Unlock keypad. Write Message.
Sent Message. Lock keypad. Phone vibrates. Unlock keypad. Read Message.
Reread the message. Swear a little. Lock keypad. Contemplates on throwing the cellphone to the waveless f*****g shores.
The local informed me that I am in the island of Socorro. The surfing capital of my beloved country is found in Dapa Island, municipality of Gen. Luna. Dapa is an hour trip from Socorro and the next boat will leave at dawn on the next day.
Great!
The sun is almost done. I sat under a tree with my damp backpack staring at the horizon watching the sun sets. The disappearing sun reminded me of the yellow corn and the yellow corn reminded me of my empty stomach. I need to eat before I’ll press the panic button. Perhaps my chances of survival will be high if I'll panic with a full stomach.
I was trying to assess the situation when it suddenly occurred to me that this could be my D-Day! Fine. So be it. I will go with dignity and I should not chicken out. Bah! I closed my eyes and conversed with myself.
‘Overcome your fears and think of the good times.’ says myself.
‘Which one? There were many.’ says me.
‘Think of a funny one.’
‘The man dressed like a priest carrying a cheap wooden cross asking for money in the pier, I think that was funny.’
‘Yeah, that was. Think more.’
‘I can’t concentrate, the boat is rocking like a maniac.’
‘Sing a song’
‘I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. And I think
to myself, what a wonderful world’
‘No, no, not that song. Sing something lively.’
‘You want me to sing My Humps?’
‘No, I don’t think you know its lyrics. How about Buttercup?’
‘I don’t know its lyrics. You really think we are going to sink?’
‘Nope.’
‘Why?’
‘The worst is over. And if you will open your eyes, you will know that I am telling
the truth.’
I felt silly when I opened my eyes. Some of the passengers were talking like nothing happened, others were eating yellow corns reminding me of my lunch-deprived stomach. I think I just missed something beautiful and wonderful when I closed my eyes. It was the waves I came here for and I can’t believe I closed my eyes when the waves were at its best. For the nth time in my life I felt stupid. And, for the first time in my glorious and colorful sailing history, I want to puke.
I went outside and stood by the deck for a time. The waves are calmer now although the splashing continues. I have never seen so many islands surrounding me before. This scene is a classic, I thought. As we were approaching the island destination, I was disturbed by something I couldn’t figure out what. Something is wrong with the island, I observed. ‘What is it? What is it?’ I asked myself. The shores are calm almost dead. There were no movements. I wondered where was the surfing area.
After we docked, I immediately looked for a reloading station to bring back to life my communication with the world. As expected it took me a lifetime to look for a reloading station. I was prepared for that. What I was not prepared was the answer given to me by a local when I asked her where I was.
Unlock keypad. Write Message.
“Bru, I just landed safe and in one piece. But, I boarded the wrong boat and of course I landed on the wrong island. The next boat out of here is tomorrow dawn.”
Sent Message. Lock keypad. Phone vibrates. Unlock keypad. Read Message.
“Its great that you are safe bru but…..Bwahahahahaha!!!! Ahem. Sorry.”
Reread the message. Swear a little. Lock keypad. Contemplates on throwing the cellphone to the waveless f*****g shores.
The local informed me that I am in the island of Socorro. The surfing capital of my beloved country is found in Dapa Island, municipality of Gen. Luna. Dapa is an hour trip from Socorro and the next boat will leave at dawn on the next day.
Great!
The sun is almost done. I sat under a tree with my damp backpack staring at the horizon watching the sun sets. The disappearing sun reminded me of the yellow corn and the yellow corn reminded me of my empty stomach. I need to eat before I’ll press the panic button. Perhaps my chances of survival will be high if I'll panic with a full stomach.
Aug 7, 2007
The Adventure Island Part 2
I was smiling excitedly as the pump boat’s engine roared to life. It wouldn’t be long now, I thought. The ride was boring as the boat attempted to slice the blue seas and the mainland turned smaller each time I looked back. I thought I saw me smile as I dozed off trying to forget my stubborn empty stomach.
A splash of seawater forcing itself to enter our boat woke me up. As the engine shouts while making its way against the nasty waves, I smiled. Not bad, not bad at all. I stood up and climbed out of the boat. I want to be where the action is and I want to see it up close and personal, I thought. I was standing on the deck as the boat see-sawed itself against the unruly waves. My clothes are now wet with splashing seawaters and my hair gave in to the charming wind. I think I was in a trance or was perhaps levitating when a deckhand ordered me to get inside the boat. Safety first, he said. That is a construction site’s motto, I thought.
Inside I could tell the waves were angrily hammering our little boat. The windows were all close but I could tell from the darkness that the seawater is slowly invading our floors. My ukay-ukay jacket is now damp from seawater and my socks are wet - my old robertson’s shoes must have holes in it that I know nothing of. I’ll check it out as soon as I survive, I thought. The ceiling started to drip. My, oh my.
I stared at the life vest hanging above my head as soon as I saw a bundle of the day’s issue of Manila Bulletin floating in the floor all bloated and wet. Five sacks of rice lay still and wet under our seats. I was trying to figure out what kind of an enemy I have outside when my phone started to vibrate.
Unlock keypad. Read Message.
Click Reply. Write Message.
Click Send. Message Sent. Lock Keypad. Phone vibrates. One message received. Unlock keypad. Read message
Click Reply. Write Message.
Click Send Message. Check Operator Services. Gasp. Lock keypad.
My last connection to the world has just been unplugged. Great! So much about adventurism! As the waves tossed our boat mercilessly, my stomach vacuumed and I felt the need to pee and fart at the same time. The ocean would have been a great venue if it were not for the waves and wind.
The woman beside me, I presumed is a local islander, grabbed my knees for support as she murmured “this is the IT place”. She said we are approaching the accident-prone area and many boats sunk in that place. I tried to peek from the window and saw a turbulent current running at full speed. This place is good for white water rafting, I thought. But a white water rafting on a boat as big as this is an entirely different story.
As we approached the “IT” place I tried to make a mental inventory of the contents of my bag that will sink with me. Dirty clothes and undies, toiletries and hankies – they all can go right down. My phone, it’s outdated but I love it. We have many memories together. I held on to it when my brother offered to swap it with his N91.My camera, ew, lots of beautiful memories trapped inside. The phone and the camera can't possibly go down with me. There will be no one else to tell where I have been and what I have seen if it these two goes down with me. So, I sealed them both in a ziploc and whispered, "You both tell the world of my story, alright?
I don't know when is the next installment of my story, but right now I badly needed a bath...
A splash of seawater forcing itself to enter our boat woke me up. As the engine shouts while making its way against the nasty waves, I smiled. Not bad, not bad at all. I stood up and climbed out of the boat. I want to be where the action is and I want to see it up close and personal, I thought. I was standing on the deck as the boat see-sawed itself against the unruly waves. My clothes are now wet with splashing seawaters and my hair gave in to the charming wind. I think I was in a trance or was perhaps levitating when a deckhand ordered me to get inside the boat. Safety first, he said. That is a construction site’s motto, I thought.
Inside I could tell the waves were angrily hammering our little boat. The windows were all close but I could tell from the darkness that the seawater is slowly invading our floors. My ukay-ukay jacket is now damp from seawater and my socks are wet - my old robertson’s shoes must have holes in it that I know nothing of. I’ll check it out as soon as I survive, I thought. The ceiling started to drip. My, oh my.
I stared at the life vest hanging above my head as soon as I saw a bundle of the day’s issue of Manila Bulletin floating in the floor all bloated and wet. Five sacks of rice lay still and wet under our seats. I was trying to figure out what kind of an enemy I have outside when my phone started to vibrate.
Unlock keypad. Read Message.
S: Hi, Bru! Can I use ur blogs in my clas? Pls? I’ll mek most of ur work samples of paragraph *****ment.
Click Reply. Write Message.
Y: Do whatever u want. Just don’t give out my name. Mine is conversational English. Not a good idea for an English class. I’m on board a boat bound for Siargao. Waters are starting to fill the boat.
Click Send. Message Sent. Lock Keypad. Phone vibrates. One message received. Unlock keypad. Read message
S: D author shld be acknowledge bru. Urs is *******istic dats y I wana use 8 n class. U surfing there? Take care. U can swim ryt?
Click Reply. Write Message.
Y: Make another name. I can’t swim but I might if survival calls for it. Grrrr…
Click Send Message. Check Operator Services. Gasp. Lock keypad.
My last connection to the world has just been unplugged. Great! So much about adventurism! As the waves tossed our boat mercilessly, my stomach vacuumed and I felt the need to pee and fart at the same time. The ocean would have been a great venue if it were not for the waves and wind.
The woman beside me, I presumed is a local islander, grabbed my knees for support as she murmured “this is the IT place”. She said we are approaching the accident-prone area and many boats sunk in that place. I tried to peek from the window and saw a turbulent current running at full speed. This place is good for white water rafting, I thought. But a white water rafting on a boat as big as this is an entirely different story.
As we approached the “IT” place I tried to make a mental inventory of the contents of my bag that will sink with me. Dirty clothes and undies, toiletries and hankies – they all can go right down. My phone, it’s outdated but I love it. We have many memories together. I held on to it when my brother offered to swap it with his N91.My camera, ew, lots of beautiful memories trapped inside. The phone and the camera can't possibly go down with me. There will be no one else to tell where I have been and what I have seen if it these two goes down with me. So, I sealed them both in a ziploc and whispered, "You both tell the world of my story, alright?
I don't know when is the next installment of my story, but right now I badly needed a bath...
Aug 6, 2007
The Adventure Island
I boarded a boat that would take me to the Philippines’ surfing capital. Sometimes, I’d catch myself smiling contentedly alone at the thought that finally, anytime soon, I will be in one of my dream destination. The boat is pretty large for an ordinary pump boat. I heard the trip will take about 3 hours and the waves will be playful since a typhoon is coming. But who cares? I don't.
The bus trip I made earlier was uneventful. It was the usual picturesque of rice paddies, highways, downtowns and flea markets. I am beginning to convince myself that each place is as identical as the other, whereever and whatever the place is. After I finished what I have came for, I immediately run, literally run towards the pier to catch the only trip going to the country's surfing capital. I bought my ticket, boarded and forgot that a human being needs to eat lunch every noon time.
I was sitted at the center of the boat congratulating myself for deciding to get on board. This trip was never part of my itinerary. No single soul in the world knows where I am going. A long time friend will meet me as soon as this boat docks in the island-destination but she doesn't know I accepted her invitation to follow her. As I sat on the boat taking mental note of my surroundings, smiling at myself and heard my stomach grumbles all at the same time, I saw something that promised that my trip will be one hell of an adventure!
To be honest and quite frankly, I am through that stage where I insist that I have the right to question every person's intentions. Rigth or wrong, I have come to terms with the fact that a person's life is his own. That I will always be an audience of my surroundings and I have no right whatsoever to judge a man's person. Right now, I am more amused at how a person deals with his life and I am nothing but an expectator.
To be continued....
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