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Monthly Archives: May 2007

Warning: This post contains sensitive issues and a mature topic. If you can’t stand the topic you may move away from this site and see Dora the Explorer instead. You can also read my other entries if you want to and that will be great. This is only for open minds and not for the divines and stereotypes. But for those couple of readers — and fans, if there’s any — you’ll be disappointed because there are no porn images and videos nor erotic stories inside.

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Bright lights engulfed me, blinding my sight that made darkness devoured my vision. Did I fall asleep? I didn’t know because for all I remember, my world had turned black, colors were not there nor light had passed through my eyelids. The moment my world was covered in darkness, I couldn’t distinguish what’s dream or what’s real. I felt tired all I wanted to do then was to go to sleep and rest.

Screams, shouts and cries woke me up. All of those came from my parents, relatives and friends. I wanted to open my eyes to see the commotion but no luck, “I am blind” I remembered. I forced my feet to stand up from my bed, yet they were not responding, my whole body had gone numb. I was inutile, I was useless to help them from a situation I hardly knew. All my struggle was useless, I passed out. Read More »

And he put the first slide into the frame and slid it behind the lens. A circular photogram in sharp black and white appeared on the screen. It had been taken at night under a full moon, and it showed a wooden hut in the middle distance, its walls dark against the snow that surrounded it and lay thickly on the roof. Beside the hut stood an array of philosophical instruments, which looked to Lyra’s eye like something from the Anbaric Park on the road to Yarnton: aerials, wires, porcelain insulators, all glittering in the moonlight and thickly covered in frost.

excerpt from His Dark Materials Book One: The Golden Compass

The Lord of the Rings trilogy has already ended in the big screen, though The Hobbits — the prequel for LOTR — is already in the drawing board. Obviously, Harry Potter is still on the run until the final two movies are shown. Another Dan Brown book is also in the line, Angels and Demons.

Movie adaptations from books have been a big hit since Harry Potter emerge to the silver screen. A lot of published materials of different genres also came to Hollywood. The bookworms become movie buffs. I am not a bookworm, in fact, I am rarely seen reading books. Glancing through the thick pages and every lines of words helps me put into trance and achieve the nirvana of wet dreams. I don’t say I don’t like reading books, I love them. It’s just that, I am not a bookworm.

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I’ve started blogging in Friendster way back in 2005, but only recently I have become active in the blogosphere. When I opened an account here in WordPress this December, I transferred my friendster blog to this one. Importing posts is a piece of cake. Friendster blogs are really shitty.

If some of you really know me, I only became active in this blogging world just this August — actually started July — of 2006 through my blogspot. Communications broaden and more networks connected through the haywires of broadband and dial-up servers. Then here comes Janette Toral and created The Top 10 Emerging Influential Blogs in 2007. Rules say that blogs must be created as of August 2006 up to the present. Being one of those influenced by these blogs I am gladly willing to participate. Not to mention, a hundred bucks is at stake… a chance to make me 5,000 pesos richer. Read More »

“Wala ka bang planong mag-abroad?” the gym owner asked me.
“Wala eh”, I replied.

Working abroad is the least of my plans. If ever I’ll leave my beloved country, it’s not for working, I will live there for good. There’s a lot of job opportunities overseas, and the rate for a graphic designer is beyond a third world country employee can imagine. Anyone who’s thirsty for those greens will be easily seduced. Since I am not easily tempted, my thoughts of staying in this deprived, corrupted and underestimated lands are fixed until there’s a justified opportunity comes.

Whenever that opportunity arrives, I will choose Europe over America. There’s more to discover in Europe not mentioning all the luxuries and the European dreams I wanted. Black teas instead of coffee, luscious cuisines and those French maid costume fantasies. Touring around the historical landmarks in Rome, Paris and Spain are my most sought-after jetsetting dreams. Especially, seeing the Mona Lisa at The Louvre, climbing the steels of the Eiffel Tower, boating the waters of Venice and being horned by bulls in Barcelona will delight me.

Why Europe and not America? There’s a lot of Filipinos living in America and these Americans don’t notice that Chinese movies, Korean TV series and Filipino talents are slowly invading their motherland. But really, there’s a lot of Pinoys in the US now. I prefer eating Italian’s small servings than munching on unswallowable unhealthy burgers. I choose an Englishman’s intellectual racist remarks over those American’s senseless criticism. I favor sleeping with Frenchwoman’s hairy armpit than with a girl who thinks Paris Hilton is a goddess.

I’m sounding like a racist. No, I’m not. I am not an anti-American, I love their Burger King. How can you hate a country that makes a brilliant popcorn movie and turning a dumb yellow sponge into a celebrity?

I’m wanting to travel the Europe yet I don’t have the most important thing to cross borders. I must get a passport first. Silly me.

This was a one helluva week. A lot of thingamajig happened that put all those trauma and paranoia displaced. I still have hangovers from all the events that occurred this week. It was not a blast though but all of those things made me exuberant the whole week.

Monday. Everyone was crowding the public schools, rushing before 3pm to cast their votes for the nationwide midterm election. I woke early with sweat that soaked me on my bed. I didn’t have enough sleep the night before too because I was still extremely bothered by my brother’s act. So I woke early that morning, grabbed breakfast, went to the precinct and casted my vote with my almost-suicidal cousin. I got my fingernail blotted with indelible ink and we went back home afterwards.

The same day on that bloody hot afternoon we went to SM Mall of Asia to buy some groceries and to have some small fun too. My niece and her mother joined us stroll the humongous mall. Mucous was already building up inside my nostrils and it started to become runny. When we were already having our snack in French Baker, I almost could not finish my carbonara because I was sneezing my brains out. It was tremendous, it was humiliating. But at least I finished their tasty carbonara, and I found new love with their ice cold lemonade.

Tuesday. It was just an ordinary day at work and at home, but not that night. After my grueling workout and after that pleasurable cold shower, I was busy rampaging my thumb on my cellphone while I was eating my dinner. My thumbs gone numb as I was continuously texting someone that cleared all those traumatic thoughts out of my cranium. When the clock struck 12 midnight, there was a realization, an overwhelming revelation that put me to sleep with cheers on my face. It was an awesome gift and start for my day, my birthday.

Wednesday. May 16. Our town’s feast. My birthday. There were already text messages in my cellphone’s inbox. Some were sent at dawn of the same day. My mobile phone was busy all day receiving quotes and greetings from marvelous friends. I decided to go to work and to not spend my day at home because there was already a hunch that the feast would be just crappy. I went online, and as friends were going online they were greeting me too. I was really overwhelmed by their wishes and compliments. When all the day’s work was done and got back home after a long walk from EDSA to our home, my mom prepared pasta and chicken for our dinner. It was just a small dinner for our family, but the food was already enough to put me smile more.

I was informed that our town’s fiesta was indeed shitty. I didn’t care anyway, I was excruciatingly happy that day. My aura was bright that day. There were no booze to feast on that night for there was no budget to spend on it. Even if I would celebrate that day, friends and colleagues would only hesitate to come or be drowned with liquor because it was a weekday and the next day would be another day for work. To celebrate or not to celebrate, I was still happy that day. My birthday was not a blast but I was ecstatically happy.

The rest of the week was far less ordinary. They were just plain ordinary hot summery day again. Who cares with hot humid days, I’m here at the office busy and cooling down with the room’s 2 horse-power aircon. So to those people there having their meltdown vacation at their home, be jealous and envy us people in the workforce staying in cool boxed-up offices.

Tomorrow, there will be a booze night out with my good old friends. I’m still thinking if I’ll go. Ayaw kong makantsawan ng ‘Libre’.