PAK!
so...after the tumultuous day, i got myself a pair of purple sneakers. retail therapy keeps my mind of things. i also got 3 dresses and 3 new tops.
Yay!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Gloomy Sunday to Rainy Monday...Part 2
At the war front, the soldier haven't got a clue that the war broke out on her phone.
The Clueless
Up to this point, she still does not understand how the hell she, in effect started the fire.
I couldn't be anymore pissed. Out of all the things that annoy me, this takes the cake.
Yes, i'm pinning the blame on her for this particular instance, but as the lack of luck would have it,
he wears the chain he forged in life.
What started out as a text war between small minds exploded into a massive strike that hit unlikely and uncalled for targets.
That's what happens when non-contact cat fights take place and the people behind it have no more to say than bullshit.
What can be worse...she finds it to be her proud moment, like as if she was the hero who saved the day, the army officer who saved Private Ryan.
The Hypocrite
If i may channel The Youth, this character is the model of " banal na aso, santong kabayo". She is the reason why i stand by my theory of righteousness towards harboring sacred hatred. But I know better than to assemble my clone army and attack her, i dont have to. In my heart and mind, she's dead.
In that case, she'd be the most horrifying dead person i have been unfortunate enough to know. This war would not have brewed if not for this terrible person who fed the Sinister with malicious ideas to turn her away from the 'truthful' reality. She desperately needed an ally who'll listen to her rant and the plot to drive us crazy. She incited a war that we are now facing.
But where does she fall into this??? She just wiped her hands clean and asked to be spared and be left out of the mess, because she's too busy praying for peace and goodwill and forgiveness.
The Sinister
If this were a video game, this character would be walking around headless. if i had a genie, i'd wish to be the one to take the life out of her.
She is the most dimwitted person anyone could ever meet. Her dimness covers everyone around her with fatal darkness. I knew i was right the first time i ever saw her, blood rushed to my head and all i ever said was "that person is bad". I didn't want to be right about that, but i was, i am and this sinister figure is just too dark to be faded away.
The Clueless
Up to this point, she still does not understand how the hell she, in effect started the fire.
I couldn't be anymore pissed. Out of all the things that annoy me, this takes the cake.
Yes, i'm pinning the blame on her for this particular instance, but as the lack of luck would have it,
he wears the chain he forged in life.
What started out as a text war between small minds exploded into a massive strike that hit unlikely and uncalled for targets.
That's what happens when non-contact cat fights take place and the people behind it have no more to say than bullshit.
What can be worse...she finds it to be her proud moment, like as if she was the hero who saved the day, the army officer who saved Private Ryan.
The Hypocrite
If i may channel The Youth, this character is the model of " banal na aso, santong kabayo". She is the reason why i stand by my theory of righteousness towards harboring sacred hatred. But I know better than to assemble my clone army and attack her, i dont have to. In my heart and mind, she's dead.
In that case, she'd be the most horrifying dead person i have been unfortunate enough to know. This war would not have brewed if not for this terrible person who fed the Sinister with malicious ideas to turn her away from the 'truthful' reality. She desperately needed an ally who'll listen to her rant and the plot to drive us crazy. She incited a war that we are now facing.
But where does she fall into this??? She just wiped her hands clean and asked to be spared and be left out of the mess, because she's too busy praying for peace and goodwill and forgiveness.
The Sinister
If this were a video game, this character would be walking around headless. if i had a genie, i'd wish to be the one to take the life out of her.
She is the most dimwitted person anyone could ever meet. Her dimness covers everyone around her with fatal darkness. I knew i was right the first time i ever saw her, blood rushed to my head and all i ever said was "that person is bad". I didn't want to be right about that, but i was, i am and this sinister figure is just too dark to be faded away.
Gloomy Sunday to Rainy Monday...Part 1
I've never had so much stories i'd like to write about, today, i'm teeming with tales that i'd somehow like to forget but learn from.
The weekend started off fine, Friday night coffee at my pad with my brother and sister whilst planning for a family Sunday about paying a visit to our grandmother for her birthday. Over at the east side, our brother and sister are having a beer. All is right in the world.
Saturday found me happy drinking decaf latte overlooking the gorgeous yachts docked under a gray sky morning. Not long after, i was on a boat to Corregidor Island for a much needed departure from the city, breathing fresh air and adoring the vegetation of the war stricken island.
What a pleasant day to be out of town, checking the sights on a cloudy but not rainy Saturday cannot get any better than this. I brushed up on Philippine history as i continue to savor the view of the harbor, monkeys swinging on trees and the feel of gusts of cold air on my face.
I've always had a strong liking for rustic edifices, of walls that tell a million stories that even from a distance and by a mere glance, i can almost hear the life that once was there. It's almost like torn buildings have souls that linger on.
My brother is a fan of model planes and battleships, we used to spend time talking about World War II and guns and ammunition that stomped fleets into dust. I remember sitting on a huge gun in Battery Way thinking how he'd love to be there and see those mean machines, little did i know, he's battling a war and it was about to consume him.
The weekend started off fine, Friday night coffee at my pad with my brother and sister whilst planning for a family Sunday about paying a visit to our grandmother for her birthday. Over at the east side, our brother and sister are having a beer. All is right in the world.
Saturday found me happy drinking decaf latte overlooking the gorgeous yachts docked under a gray sky morning. Not long after, i was on a boat to Corregidor Island for a much needed departure from the city, breathing fresh air and adoring the vegetation of the war stricken island.
What a pleasant day to be out of town, checking the sights on a cloudy but not rainy Saturday cannot get any better than this. I brushed up on Philippine history as i continue to savor the view of the harbor, monkeys swinging on trees and the feel of gusts of cold air on my face.
I've always had a strong liking for rustic edifices, of walls that tell a million stories that even from a distance and by a mere glance, i can almost hear the life that once was there. It's almost like torn buildings have souls that linger on.
My brother is a fan of model planes and battleships, we used to spend time talking about World War II and guns and ammunition that stomped fleets into dust. I remember sitting on a huge gun in Battery Way thinking how he'd love to be there and see those mean machines, little did i know, he's battling a war and it was about to consume him.
Gloomy Sunday
All I know is that I'll never hear this song the same way again.
After yesterday, i can totally see where Rezső Seress is coming from, albeit not thru my own thoughts or consciousness.
So it has been said that shadows fall through and cast darkness around and then you'd want to take the lights out for good, it's not a myth, it's a fact that all who've lived in darkness can attest to.
I'd like to bury March 6, 2011 in the abyss of my memory...
Sunday is Gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will
never awaken you
Not where the black coach
of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of
ever returning you
Would they be angry
if I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday!
Sunday is gloomy
with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have
decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles
and prayers that are said,
I know, but let them not weep,
let them know
that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream,
for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my
soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you
asleep in the deep of
my heart dear
Darling I hope that my dream
never haunted you
My heart is telling you
how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
After yesterday, i can totally see where Rezső Seress is coming from, albeit not thru my own thoughts or consciousness.
So it has been said that shadows fall through and cast darkness around and then you'd want to take the lights out for good, it's not a myth, it's a fact that all who've lived in darkness can attest to.
I'd like to bury March 6, 2011 in the abyss of my memory...
Sunday is Gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will
never awaken you
Not where the black coach
of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of
ever returning you
Would they be angry
if I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday!
Sunday is gloomy
with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have
decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles
and prayers that are said,
I know, but let them not weep,
let them know
that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream,
for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my
soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you
asleep in the deep of
my heart dear
Darling I hope that my dream
never haunted you
My heart is telling you
how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Flashback to 96
The crowd gathered at the gates of Araneta Coliseum, dressed in the latest fashions. Folks talking on their celfones, cars piled up in the lot and a great amount of enthusiasm in everyone's faces.
I found myself in Araneta Center clueless of what's happening around. I made my way to Starbucks to pick up a Manila to-go mug for my cousin. Feeling out of place from the crowd of middle aged people checking on their daughters about their seats and what-tos and not-tos, i asked the barista,' who's playing?' she said ' Taylor Swift, are you watching?'. I thought 'yeah right, i didn't even know who's playing tonight, and u think i'm watching.
Anyhoo, the whole vibe took me back to 96 when the toast of the music world and every teener's music hero was Alanis Morissette. There i was, 15 and circling the coliseum to find my entry point, elated that in a few hours, my hero in the flesh would be prancing on stage.
Tonight, im not in the audience, just outside looking in, wondring if Taylor Swift will live in the hearts and minds of her legion of fans 15-20 years from now like Alanis, at least for me and some people i know still does sans her irrelevance in the mainstream and tens of unappreciated musical and lyrical gems that never hit the airwaves.
Among the popheads of today, i'd say i kinda like Taylor, only for the reason that she writes her songs, she actually plays an instrument, lyrically, i hang on to nothing but i'll give credit to the fact that her lyrics aren't trashy like some of her contemporaries. Who those are, i don't really know. I've only taken notice of a few poppies in recent years--katy perry, paramore and maybe rihanna and Lady Gaga.
Now here i am, back in the underground scene, blogging cuz the music the bands are playing hardly qualify as music, rather as noise with a little rhythm. Had to sneak out after a bottle of beer and say hello to the artsy fartsy crowd at Cubao X. Ed and i found ourselves at Heima, checking out newbie spinmeisters trying their hand on mixing while we rake on the popcorn, unspiked punch, mallows and cloud 9 buffet. The music moved our feet for a little while and then we slipped out and i fled the scene sleepy. This wouldn't have been the case in 96. But im not 15 anymore and i already tire from booze and slam dancing
I found myself in Araneta Center clueless of what's happening around. I made my way to Starbucks to pick up a Manila to-go mug for my cousin. Feeling out of place from the crowd of middle aged people checking on their daughters about their seats and what-tos and not-tos, i asked the barista,' who's playing?' she said ' Taylor Swift, are you watching?'. I thought 'yeah right, i didn't even know who's playing tonight, and u think i'm watching.
Anyhoo, the whole vibe took me back to 96 when the toast of the music world and every teener's music hero was Alanis Morissette. There i was, 15 and circling the coliseum to find my entry point, elated that in a few hours, my hero in the flesh would be prancing on stage.
Tonight, im not in the audience, just outside looking in, wondring if Taylor Swift will live in the hearts and minds of her legion of fans 15-20 years from now like Alanis, at least for me and some people i know still does sans her irrelevance in the mainstream and tens of unappreciated musical and lyrical gems that never hit the airwaves.
Among the popheads of today, i'd say i kinda like Taylor, only for the reason that she writes her songs, she actually plays an instrument, lyrically, i hang on to nothing but i'll give credit to the fact that her lyrics aren't trashy like some of her contemporaries. Who those are, i don't really know. I've only taken notice of a few poppies in recent years--katy perry, paramore and maybe rihanna and Lady Gaga.
Now here i am, back in the underground scene, blogging cuz the music the bands are playing hardly qualify as music, rather as noise with a little rhythm. Had to sneak out after a bottle of beer and say hello to the artsy fartsy crowd at Cubao X. Ed and i found ourselves at Heima, checking out newbie spinmeisters trying their hand on mixing while we rake on the popcorn, unspiked punch, mallows and cloud 9 buffet. The music moved our feet for a little while and then we slipped out and i fled the scene sleepy. This wouldn't have been the case in 96. But im not 15 anymore and i already tire from booze and slam dancing
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
My siamese twin
I've always loved cats and i've always wanted a siamese cat. When Jan offered that i adopt a male siamese, i jumped at it and got all excited. It turns out, my male cat turned out to be a girl, but i dont mind like i thought i would. She's a darling. I have a live stuffed toy running around my pad, pulling my socks off the hamper to play with,walks on my keyboard when i pay no mind to her. Jumps at me and rests on my shoulder just as i lay my back flat on the couch. It's like having a baby i can leave without a nanny.
They say having a pet teaches responsibility.that only goes for kids. It is a responsibility, now i have vet appointments and vaccinations i need to keep track of, my grocery list includes cat litter and pet food.yes, my current indulgences are named Beckett; Beckett the bad ass female detective in Castle and Beckett the cat who i named after the detective.
I've cared for probably around 6 cats growing up. I named them garfield, kimba, alanis and the triplets, i named them Lion, Tiger and Leopard. Leopard lost his life under the wheels, Tiger ran away with a femme, Lion the flying cat died old age. Cheetah came after, but i had to leave him in the old place when i moved out to Marikina.
Never did i think i'd take a pet after Braunie.We lost our 9 year old dog Braunie last year and the memory of his time with us will be with us forever. How can we forget the nights he walked us around the block warding off bad elements like an armed bodyguard. He'd see us off every morning, prancing and barking at everyone on our way as if the majesties are marching out.
He's been replaced with another dog i can't manage to call upon without mumbling on Braunie or Beckett's name. Even pets cannot be replaced. All im wishing for now is what everyone wishes for every family member, a long, healthy life.
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Monday, January 31, 2011
Alcohol Free, Free Alcohol
It seems my freedom from alcohol has failed miserably. an open bar with no option to have water ruined me. and just as i was trying to get away from it all, alcohol came pouring in, just about the same time, i had a bar shelf installed at my place so i can chug fancy cocktails of my own invention every so often.
The worst part of successfully getting away from spirits for a bit of two weeks was that, a single jolt of alcohol got me wired, looking loaded and talking shit. Wednesday is upon me and another open bar is fearsome. i hope this time they'll serve me water.
The worst part of successfully getting away from spirits for a bit of two weeks was that, a single jolt of alcohol got me wired, looking loaded and talking shit. Wednesday is upon me and another open bar is fearsome. i hope this time they'll serve me water.
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