Wednesday, September 28, 2005
i'm back. look through my chronicles. i added lots of photos.
can you say fadista?there's a certain kind of person that my sisters and i get really annoyed with.
mental picture:
there's this "cool" guy strolling about "bora" beach wearing his spankin' "billa" board shorts with a branded collared t-shirt. his collar is resilient to the sea breeze as they have been "popped up". his hair is fashioned with tons of hair gel into a sort of mini-mohawk, much like the former hairstyle of one David Beckham. he rotates his thumb on the smooth surface of his iPod as he increases the volume of his "all-time-favorite" song, the "bora" anthem, Ever After. he steps about, all angas like, totally ignoring the sand filling up his expensive Havaianas slippers. when he gets back home to manila, he'll immediately go online and fiddle with his Friendster account. on his account, his occupation dictates: "beach bum" or "bora baby". his hobbies and interests include Tha Beach, Partying, etc. and his pictures show the shallow lifestyle he lives. most of them are of him on the beach. but not just any beach, "BORA BEACH, BABY!". after this, he approves two Friend Requests which have suddenly appeared: one, from "100CertifiedBoraHotties!", and the other, from "Cutiez".
how cool can you get?
listen to your sisteri'm trying to cope. i'm trying to be less ashamed of who i am. i'm trying to face the new day. i'm trying to change.
in this time of personal depression and emotional death, my sister comes up with the best advice ever given to me in recent memory.
"Before life strips you away with ignorance and idealism, enjoy every second while you are still young. Collect memories you would only make in your youth - but with care. Lessen pensive modes and replace them with impluse and wonderment. When you are older and more mature, I assure you, you will move forward to more meaningful things but will have less time thinking ... but you will look back with a smile because of what you did or didn't and how you learned from it. Always here for ya. Love ya [happy face]"
the adventure ended at 3:35 PM
Friday, September 09, 2005
broken.
blog closed indefinitely.
i'll be back when i get back. [might just be updating the Chronicles every now and then]
the adventure ended at 8:04 PM
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
stories in color.. and with smilesrandom pictures i found lying around in the pc's system. either taken by me or my sister [or carlos tan].
yagbols
crushed
african safari
i'm pretty
alleys of seville
shadow fighter
a giant lies within
i hate boracay
the meaning of life
godzilla posing [pre-attack ritual]
barely legal
how many times have i shown this?
days like these
the ball is your life so grab it
circle of life circles another circle
a beach unpolluted/uninfested
dance with me
while driving to ateneo or while driving home
several things happen while i drive everyday to ateneo or when i head home. real things. things that people in our stature don't really see [or don't really notice] if we don't look hard enough. i'd like to note them down here as i believe i will use some of them to inspire my next entries. so don't be surprised to see some of them in the future. yeah. all these really happened. i just regret having no way to have recorded any of this.
i saw a calesa.
i saw the statue of St. Ignatius with a bird on its forehead in the morning. in the afternoon, going home, i saw some dried up white stuff where the bird was earlier.
i saw several kids on a tricycle about 8-10 years old corrupting a very popular Filipino Christmas Carol. "Pak yu, pak yu, ang babait ninyo, pak yu!" and the traffic wasn't moving so i believe they were addressing it to me.
i saw small children even younger on Crossing, Edsa selling cigarettes to the motorists.
i saw a man get out of a car after being cut off by a taxi driver. he started intensely banging on the hood of the taxi. [take note: this was right after the flyover on Edsa over Ortigas heading to Cubao.]
i saw teenagers sniffing rugby.
i saw a chicken actually crossing the road, blocking the passage of a passenger van.
i saw a man slip on the wet sidewalk and fall flat on his back.
i saw highschool kids from LSGH right outside their school smoking and looking "thuggin"
i saw a kid from a school service van who stuck his tongue out at me. i did a face as well and then he just smiled.
**
after all this, [there's more! i know it! i just can't remember] you know what i saw?
i saw the real world.
i saw God.
the adventure ended at 5:43 PM
Friday, September 02, 2005
what's it all about?i always thought that when i got older, at least a bit older, things would be so much clearer. i was an arrogant little thirteen year-old prick. i told myself i knew the meaning of life and i knew what love was and that i was the greatest person in the world. this led me to believing that the world wasn't big enough for me, that i was too good for anything in existence. which then led me to believe that i must have been created for a higher purpose, a bigger, larger-than-life destiny.
i'm seventeen now, and truth be told, i don't know anything from anything. i'm still groping around for walls in the dark, constantly tripping. and tripping. and falling. and hurting myself. it took me four years of the awkward pubescent transition stage to humble myself. and the process still isn't completed. i still believe somehow [though not as intensely] that God has a bigger plan for me than i have for myself. i'm just not ready for it. almost the same arrogant prick. but at least i've learned to look at it differently.
experiences that disappoint and upset you only make you realize how much of a human being you actually are. humans make mistakes. humans are tempted. humans aren't perfect. and no matter how amazing you think you are, stop it. think. this is the truth. there will always be someone better than you. being "the best" is very subjective. and through this principle, i've learned to accept things as the way they are.
wha..? a storm? in the US? hmmm.there are more adventages to living in a [sorry for the term] third-world country than people notice. we Filipinos don't have TiVo, nor creative advertising, nor un-bumpy roads, nor honest politicians [who does?], nor good road traffic, nor highly-intelligent people, nor original ideas, nor an abundance of serious and talented actors and actresses, nor nor nor nor nor. nor lots of things. but one thing that we do have that i believe will never be in the racial characteristic of [ahem] certain countries is
resilience.re·sil·ience (rĭ-zĭl'yəns) n.
The ability to recover quickly from illness, change, or misfortunea certain country, after its independence, has almost never had so much as a single bullet from another, invading, hostile country hit its good ol' soil. and in such events, when such "terrorism" and "acts of direct threat and war" are inflicted upon them, it's always gotta be one big teleserye with multiple seasons and a dozen other spin-off teleseryes.
the Philippines has never been in calm since... uh... ever. but are we a peaceful people? do you think that with the millions suffering, the thousands dying, and the very few money-hungry miser-mongrels that grow more powerful everyday that we, Filipinos, are experiencing peace? we are. for the little part of it all, we are. and that's a good thing. peace is not the absolute absence of war and of any sort of hostility. for at what time in humankind's history ahs that ever happened? peace is being able to live happily and in harmony amidst all the chaos around. and it's clearly safe to say that the Filipinos are a happy people.
put another certain [ahem] country in the situation the Philippines is facing. place 90% of their people under the marginalized line. that's millions and millions of mouths to feed. give them hundreds or thousands of corrupt politicians and millions of potential ones. give them a place in the top 10 most dangerous terrorist countries in the world. give them a spot in the top 5 most polluted countries in their region of the world. give them a crappy/stupid/[insert mean and negative adjective here] justice and political system. give them foreign debt that will find their great great great great great great grandchildren still paying for it. give it all to them!!!! and let's see what'll happen.
geez. you give them a natural calamity and people start looting all the stores, start killing each other, start raping each other, start going completely nuts.
but i'm not saying we shouldn't feel sorry. i do feel sorry. and what happened is a tragedy and i do pray for the people affected by it.
but my point is, with us Filipinos,
when shit goes down, we keep our cool. i mean come on. on weekends, megamall is jampacked.
and another billion pesos goes unaccounted for in unpaid taxes. you see little kids without homes on the streets playing around, doing somersaults.
while their mom or dad is in one corner inhaling rugby and looking through a dumpster for food. inday rushes all the way home in navotas from her tindera job at divisoria just to be able to watch Encantadia or Darna.
even if tomorrow, they have to face the likelihood of getting raided by unjust cops who end up looting their fake goods.
resilience. one bad thing about it though, is that it swings both ways. it is our very resilience that makes us lazy, apathetic, and stoic. weird. i started writing this a few minutes ago thinking i could write a good ending to this 'resilience' piece. but half-way through, i realized that it isn't really something we should be too proud of. it is both good and bad. but to what extent in both ways? is it the type of resilience that we just keep on getting up after each hit and keep hitting them high and hitting them low? or is it the type of resilience wherein we go, "[nonchalant tone] oh look. they're rallying against the president. again. oh look, the anti-riot task force just started throwing tear gas. oh look, one of the rallyists is getting all intense. oh look, they shot him...... anyway, nakakagutom 'to ah. bili tayong dyalibi."
i'm sorry. i mixed up this topic. hahaha. oh well. at least we know, that when a meteor's coming, or Godzilla's attacking, we Filipinos will still all be in megamall, eating jollibee.
the adventure ended at 7:59 PM
