Monday, January 24, 2005
eventful weekend.
well, had a pretty eventful weekend. it was a great example how the natural law of things plays out. nothing is all good,and nothing is all bad. if a string of good events happen, it only mean something bad is coming up.
thursday. the last day of exams. math, of course, was a complete failure. but it didn't matter. the night before, knowing that math would be hopeless, i made the filipino test a career development. hahaha. so the filipino test was REALLY hard, but then, i think i did pretty well.
hung out with some classmates at home afterwards. the usual. blah.
friday. slept through out the morning. in the afternoon, got ready and my classmates and i headed for alabang. seeing it to be much too early to go to the soiree, went to town first and hung out. haha. it was funny. a group of like 11 guys walking around town. met up with some reppers there as well. felt really bad that i couldn't join them in reg's birthday thingie. damn. dami kong utang kay reg. hehehe.
that night, soiree with woodrose. hehe. well, i guess all there is to say is that all of us had a really great time. and i mean GREAT the way tony the tiger would say it. "lean back." pictures
here.
later that night. some guys and i crashed at my place. can i just say how weird we were that night laready? sabog talaga. kung ano-anong hirit. you'd think we were high or something. hehehe. "
bad cheetah!" hehehehe. went to bed at around 4 already.
saturday morning, stayed in, hung out with my classmates who remained. in the afternoon, went with joel to watch the fockers. great movie. could relate cuz my dad is nothing less than robert de niro's character. haha.
saturday night. concert at UP theatre with the guys [chino, greg, and joel]. had some trouble asking permissioon for this but then, lucky enough, my mom was good to me. [haaaaay!] hmmm, nina, the akafellas, paolo, jimmy and nyoy. [i just had to scream "P*****" when nyoy came out. hahaha] after that packaged set came RIVERMAYA. oh yeah baby. sucked though cuz they only played a few lines of their classics. haha.
here it goes, after a string of such fun, carefree events comes the big SHIT of it all.
we were still supposed to hang-out [curse the term chillax] at my place [now, how many times has "my place" been involved with all that's happened?], but then, the plan went kabonkers when chino wasn't allowed anymore so it was just joel and i who headed home.
and what do i [and joel. poor joel, in the midst of it all.] come home to?
my sisters were downstairs crying, grueling at the aftermath that had just happened [thank God i missed it]. doyti's words to me as i ascended the stairs, "shhh. ma and pa just fought. it's serious." gauw? going up the stairs, i collided with my mom who was also crying, carrying her handbag which apparently had all her checkbooks, savings accounts information, her passport, and money in it. my words [so plain and astute], "hi ma. [hug] bye ma." haven't seen my mom since. am i a freak or what?
and so, joel and i hung out in my room while the abastillas family was being destroyed. amazing. it's not that i didn't care. it's not that i liked the things that were happening. it's not that i don't want this fmaily to stay together, i guess it's just with the way things have been lately, i saw this as an impending event that would more than likely happen.
my dad's been friggin' weird lately. [well, he's always been, but lately, it's dawned to a new level] see, he's been so malabo/inconsistent/fickle-minded with everything. in work, in decision-making, etc. with my mom and sister working with him 24/7, you can tell it would kinda get on your nerves. now, ever since, we've always sdjusted to his demands and stuff, but lately, he's just been TOO malabo/inconsistent/fickle-minded. this leads to the fact that he has a superiority complex and thinks that no matter what happens, he is always the right one. which of course leads to the fact that he never listens and never tries to understand. so there's no use arguing/reasoning with him. i guess i can't blame my mom for doing what she did. [rex navarrete: der wur lats of stros end i ges dis was da last wan!] haaaay. but damn, i miss her already. haven't texted/called her since. i love my parents both, but then, i guess this just tests my strength and how i'll be able to handle myself in such a situation. and how did i??
while my sisters were all crying and stuff [and ended up going to starbucks to recollect and get away from the location of heartbreak and disbanding], joel and i were in my room, casually talking and watching a walk to remember on hbo. nonchalant eh? like i said, it's not that i didn't care or anything, but i knew that eventually, something like this would happen.
two days without a mom and it's been tough already. all the little things i'd talk [only] to my mom about i'd hafta do it with my dad or my sisters. the warm feeling and reassurance i get seeing her when i come home from a bad day is gone indefinitely. i don't think this is gonna last anyway.
BREAKING NEWS: just two seconds ago, my eldest sister passes by and says, "mommy's coming back tomorrow." and i'm like, "gauw?" "well she texted and said, 'see you tomorrow.'" fuck. can there be a greater timing than that? hahahaha. but still, things won't be the same around here. but it's okay, i'm fine with change. change is always good in the long run.
"the universe tends to unravel as it should." - harold and kumar
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hehehehe. this has been a stupid blog entry.
anyway, i finally got the USB cord for my camera and the next time i blog, i'll post my pictures from africa, and from the soiree as well. hehehe.
how many people have changed you?
in the course of your undergoing maturity, how many people have you allowed to change you? does every person you meet have a drastic effect in your life? my friend arns once told me that you only let one person change you entirely while the others are all just mini-molders of who you are. yes, your friends, your family, your girlfriend/boyfriend, they all contribute to your identity. but they merely add up to form who you are. they're pieces of the puzzle of you. but my friend told me [of course. what would he know? he was high at the time.], that once in your life, you'll meet someone [doesn't have to be a love interest, a friend. heck, could even something you see on tv] who'll pick up your puzzle and destroy it. your puzzle will be completely wrecked and there will be nothing nice about it. i mean, come on, you've been destroyed! but here comes the good part, a new puzzle of you is made. made entirely by that one thing or person. and once it's done, it's something new, something different, a new puzzle that you'll stop to look at whenever you pass it by posted on the wall. he said that this could only happen to you once, and most times, it doesn't even happen to people. only to those lucky ones who are willing to risk all they have for something they've never had before.
wow. these came from a man who no longer goes to school and was topped off by weed at the time. hah. but hell, he makes a good point if you really dig in to what he had to say [hafta tell you, took me quite a while to actually get him]. and actually, i wouldn't mind a new puzzle. maybe not now. cuz, i guess my first puzzle isn't even completed yet. but once it is, i'd get bored. hahaha. and i'd love for a new one. hahahaha.
the adventure ended at 7:18 PM
