Archive for January, 2007

drunk

Monday, January 22nd, 2007

my head is currently spinning and i can’t seem to even type one decent word without committing spelling mistakes. i am drunk. period. i’ve had too much share of booze.

it doesn’t matter, though. i’m simply happy coz i got to spend a little time with Luck. can’t pretend that i’m a little too eager to spend the night with him. doesn’t matter if i’m trying all my might to stay sane and finish this blog. it doesn’t matter if he’s just sitting beside me typing his paper..

i’m really lovin’ this…

para kay…

Monday, January 15th, 2007

se tu fossi nei miei occhi per un giorno

vedresti la belleza che piena d’allegria

io trovo dentro gli occhi tuoi

e nearo se magia o lealta

se tu fossi nel mio cuore per un giorno

potreste avere un’idea

di cio che sento io

quando m’abbracci forte a te

e petto a petto, noi

respiriamo insieme

protagonista del tuo amor

non so se sia magia o lealta

se tu fossi nella mia anima un giorno

sapresti cosa sono in me

che m’innamorai

da quell’istante insieme a te

e cio che provo e

solamente amore

filipin(o)isms

Friday, January 12th, 2007

i’ve noticed how pinoys love to disregard/disobey/neglect simple ordinances and rules of conduct. straight in your face, man!!! here are some examples:

1. high school kids/aged people/yuppies/bums who cross busy intersections while the green light is still on or cross busy highways such as edsa, commonwealth ave, etc. given this kind of situation, i therefore conclude that the philippine government has been overspending in its continuous effort to install traffic lights and build footbridges. given the traffic situation in the country, these people are actually risking their lives in their effor to "save time" doing the shortcut. so much for poor drivers who would find themselves in a road accident because they hit one of these "pedestrians" who appeared right in front of their windshields all of a sudden.

2. public utility vehicle drivers who loads/unloads passengers just about anywhere, whether dead center of an intersection or dead center of a busy street. so who’s to blame on this situation? it is the driver who grabs at any opportunity of finding a passenger even if he’s vehicle is faaaaar from the road shoulder or the commuter who is in such a hurry to ride/get off that the slightest slowing of speed would be the chance for him/her to do such?

3. overspeeding drivers. so much for adrenaline rush. intoxicating. especially if one is riding an ordinary bus plying the edsa route. one needs not to go to enchanted kingdom. absolute roller coaster ride. early date with st. peter.

4. spitters’ galore. one would see them anywhere. maybe it’s some kind of an occult with a mission to spread germs/virus/bacteria. i remember a friend who once rode an ordinary puv (read: no airconditioning, open windows). the driver has this habit of spitting every 10 seconds. twas a windy day. make a guess. spit went straight to my friend’s face. talk about sars/meninggococcemia/other contagious diseases that is transmitted through bodily fliuds. one more thing: eeeeeeewwwwwwwww.

5. pissers by. somewhat related to passers by. they pass and they piss. try passing by a somewhat long stretch of wall and voila! be welcomed by the stench of piss. no further explanation. go see a mongrel.

there are many more filipin(o)isms that i’ve observed. maybe i’ll add when the inspiration strikes. i look up to the author who published the 12 ways to be a better filipino. i do hope filipinos are literate enough to read, comprehend and follow the simple things that would definitely help in uplifting the bad image of filipinos.

are we really going down to the dumps?

Ironies 1

Tuesday, January 9th, 2007

For I am the first and the last

I am the venerated and the despised

I am the prostitute and the saint

I am the wife and the virgin

I am the mother and the daughter

I am the arms of my mother

I am barren and my children are many

I am the married woman and the spinster

I am the woman who gives birth and she who never procreated

I am the consolation for the pain of birth

I am the iwfe and the husband

And it was my man who created me

I am the mother of my father

I am the sister of my husband

And he is my rejected son

Always respect me

For I am the shameful and the magnificent one

-Hymn to Isis, 3rd or 4th century B.C.

ironies 2

Tuesday, January 9th, 2007

I hate ironies, but my life seems so full of them.

How ironic to fall in love with someone who finds me too "male" that he treats me like his closest male buddy.

That this guy is my ex’s complete opposite…

That this guy likes my sarcasm but cringes at my sweetness…

That this guy tells me that my being too "male" turns off men whom I like, when in fact he is actually that one I’ve been liking for the longest time…

That this guy would tell me to be myself and let people (and men) like me for what and who I am; then tell me to to lose weight and show finesse for people (and men) to like me…

Sometimes I’d just like to say it straight in his face that I’ve completely fallen in love with him.

Then completely disappear from the face of this planet for fear of rejection.