tell me your wildest dream, i'll see what i can cook up

now it's up to you to interpret this or you might not want to but this is so far the weirdest but most vivid dream i've ever had. so it started with me walking along a curving stone path with grass around it. it was nighttime but there were a lot of lights on the ground along the path and there were low trees that also stood around it. i was walking by myself and then came across a dog with white fur and patches of black. the dog saw me as i walked along and sat upright, as if watching me with a weird smile without opening its mouth to pant. for some reason, i could smell the grass and looked to my right across the garden to see where the garden ends but there was just darkness because there were no more lights beyond what the lights on the path could reach. i looked back to my left and the dog was still there, with his head already tilted to his left so i also gave it a dog-like grin, trying to imitate how he looked and smiled at me in an almost amused way.

now suddenly i noticed i was already catching up to two people on the path walking in the same direction. the girl stopped and left her male companion who kept walking. the guy looked back and then looked at me without any expression on his face and while he kept on. the girl was then only a few paces away with her arms crossed. she looked a bit chubby and had long hair and had chinese eyes. i also noticed her skin was fair but a little yellow, just as all chinese
people are. we did not say hi or anything but we started talking as if we were together the whole day or even longer than i know. we were talking about friends and relatives that we were to meet right at the end of the trail. and for an unknown reason, i knew that she had a genuine interest in me so i suddenly kissed her on the lips. her eyes were already shut long before our lips touched because i waited for the last moment before i closed my eyes too. and, as if i never closed my eyes, i saw through her face and saw that the guy she was walking with was again looking back and now standing still, facing us. i blinked and and our lips unlocked and noticed the chinese girl looking at the guy too. she then walked quickly towards the guy but then walked back to me in a very confused manner. the guy kept walking again and dissapeared at the end of the curve. she was now holding my hand and we started walking and i knew she was not just trying to be sweet but she held me to make sure i was not going to leave her. it was as if she wanted assurance from me.

the guy disappeared when he turned right but when we got to that point, the trail curved to the left and then we saw the small huts at the top of the hills. there were many huts but i knew which hut to go to. the steps were made of coconut wood and was surrounded by plants. on top of the steps, i saw everyone i knew. all my friends and relatives were there. even some of the people i only glanced at in some eerie place i have already forgotten. all those people in one small hut. i was quickly surrounded by my friends and relatives and the people i didn't really know but saw once or twice in my life faded in the background. i was suddenly the star and everyone started talking to me almost all at the same time while i tried my best to answer all their questions. suddenly they pointed out my tattoos which i never knew were there before. they were ugly tattoos of patches of colors and i found them in all the most inappropriate places i would never have had tattoos put on. i was suddenly looking at a mirror to see my new self for the first time. the ugliest was the one across my forehead that looked like a bandanna, i also noticed i had a mohawk. i looked like a fucking addict and so i thought maybe that's why i got all the attention. i felt that all these people missed me as if i just got out of prison or rehab or somewhere else. the questions continued as i examined myself in disbelief. i also noticed i had stitches around my forearms. as if they were amputated and put back on.
suddenly i was in a different place. and my arms were really cut off. there was this person tending to my wounds and was already starting to stitch up my right arm back on. there was smoke and a weird smell of burnt rubber and it was suddenly daytime, maybe around late afternoon because it was cool and it might even be getting dark. i was very concerned about my arms and asked if i would ever be able to use them again. the person looked like a witch doctor though i never even took a glance at him or her. he or she simply said "yes", as if it was for certain. i started to wiggle my fingers and tried to open my hand and close it again. my fingers moved but the middle finger moved the opposite of what i was telling it to do. suddenly my left arm was also done and i then tried to move my hand in the same manner but this time, my ring finger moved the opposite way and my pointer finger did not move at all. i was again back at the hut after the flashback and they started telling me the story behind the ugly tattoos. apparently, i was in an accident where someone tried to kill me by dragging me from a motorcycle while i was tied to a rope by my ankles. i had the tattoos put on to cover the scars.
we were all drinking, even my grandparents. i was taking a sip from a 1.5 liter bottle of coke. my grandmother asked me then to take her home across the path to another hut. we were still talking when my eyes caught the most fascinating sight i have ever seen.

it was a tree or a group of trees with all sorts of spiders. i have always been fascinated by spiders and i suddenly called out to them as if they can understand, summoning the strongest warriors among them and to my surprise, i had a stick on my hand, the kind of stick that the spider vendor at lourdes qc (our highschool) had. it was a bamboo stick and at the end was a sort of spoon used to scoop out spiders out of the small compartments in a big soap-bar (bareta) sized box. i knew i did not need to scoop them out of a box since they were all living in the trees as if it were a small city of spiders. the warrior spiders started coming out. all of them were huge, as big as a 5 peso coin. bargaining and boasting like i understood them. their arms were hairy and thick and i knew they would be great fighting spiders. i never got to see them fight.
i was still concerned about the stitches and my tattoos and whether my fingers would still function normally and if i will ever be normal. but i was already back in my room. i noticed i was holding my stomach where the biggest tattoo was and my other hand was touching my forehead and part of my hair to check if i did have a mohawk. the tattoos were gone of course as well as the stupid mohawk. i was already walking around as i looked at my forearms to check for stitches. i was walking around my apartment just to shake off this crazy dream off of my head. it was already 4am, i was asleep since 7pm. then four hours have already passed, i was already able to clean the house and have breakfast at a lugawan outside and still i was able to write my dream. talk about stephen king shit. i think i need a drink. that's exactly what i'm gonna do.
right after i mixed iced tea for chaser, a spider crawled up my black guitar, it was a small spider and it had a bulbous stomach and long arms like a "daddy long legs" spider. crazy as this night was, i started talking to it, reassuring it's ok while i opened the window to set it free. i hope he got my message across to his brothers.

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now this is an email blast i sent out in the office about a videoke night that we had. it was fun. work is not.

it's been weeks since my last entry and i don't really know why i haven't been writing or

even checking my lj friends. i guess it's because the daily grind has got me floating

around pointlessly again. it's like i'm programmed, everything seems to be in order, some

sort of weird machine-like heart beats in my head. it's like a distress call from outer

space. just like in the movies. i wish i had more time to read, write and think for

myself. work is fun but i guess i want something new. it's really fun that we can just

play around all day on our xbox consoles and have fun all day. but at the end, when we

are all bound home, it's like we forgot everything that happened during the day, even the

part when i just kicked ass on nba live 07.
it's like everyone here wants to have fun because this is the only place they can have

some. it seems that we all just want to go straight home and try to live a life outside

the office, although not as fun, it is still NOT WORK. i mean, even our work is easy, we

just have to answer people's stupid questions that they should have already asked about

long before the issue got worse but because they were "too cool" to ask (since they own

an xbox 360 and a windows live gold enabled account), did not so they just made

everything more fun.
some callers are just trying to be a pain, you know, those people who think they can have

everything they ask for in a single phone call. i mean, i can get them free months of

xbox live subscription but i'm no god. i can't answer to their every whim. they're like

asking me to give them a fucking back rub when i'm thousands of miles away.
then there's this stupe caller, the guy who will simply accept everything you say and

even calls you sir. these are the types of people i will be willing to give a backrub if

asked. only, i'm here in the philippines, we don't even have xbox live in here. fuck.

well there is a workaround but it is still not offered in this rat infested country.

maybe it's because microsoft is afraid our rodent pets will just gnaw on our wireless

controller's cords.and don't get me started with microsoft. i respect bill gates and all

and i thank him for this job. i know it sounds like a scam but everything we do here is

legit. everything is stated in the TERMS of use agreement, that is, if you take the time

to read through it. it is a legal contract though, and microsoft is willing to defend us

in court. i even got this call where the caller said: "i mean, who reads that crap?!?!".

my answer was: "uh... responsible consumers?". end of conversation. then they start

threatening, about how they will take this to the media and to the courts, and will start

to get tired shouting and hang up (maybe because they are starting to sound cheap, you

know, wasting time on the phone for a measly $8 charge, man. maybe they just had nothing

better to waste time on since they can't play because their account is fucking suspended!

ha! we offer the best online gaming in the planet but there are a few things that even a

customer, who is supposed to be "always right", has no power over. especially over me.

KYRIELLE/John Payne (1842-1916)

A lark in the mesh of the tangled vine,
A bee that drowns in the flower-cup's wine,
A fly in sunshine,--such is the man.
All things must end, as all began.

A little pain, a little pleasure,
A little heaping up of treasure;
Then no more gazing upon the sun.
All things must end that have begun.

Where is the time for hope or doubt?
A puff of the wind, and life is out;
A turn of the wheel, and rest is won.
All things must end that have begun.

Golden morning and purple night,
Life that fails with the failing light;
Death is the only deathless one.
All things must end that have begun.

Ending waits on the brief beginning;
Is the prize worth the stress of winning?
E'en in the dawning day is done.
All things must end that have begun.

Weary waiting and weary striving,
Glad outsetting and sad arriving;
What is it worth when the goal is won?
All things must end that have begun.

Speedily fades the morning glitter;
Love grows irksome and wine grows bitter.
Two are parted from what was one.
All things must end that have begun.

Toil and pain and the evening rest;
Joy is weary and sleep is best;
Fair and softly the day is done.
All things must end that have begun.


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astig talaga si john payne eh. parang pareho ata kame na puro pain ang inabot kaya siguro ganyan sha mag isip. pero kahit sad isipin, totoo lahat ng sinabi nya. lahat talaga may katapusan at kamatayan. sana matapos na din ang kahibangan ko.
kakauwi ko lang galing sa lago de oro. ang saya din ng trip namen kasi nag inuman na naman kame maghapon. di nga ako umitim eh. bad trip. trip ko pa naman pag namumula ako sa sunburn. parang mas gwapo lang hehehe. oo tama may igagwapo pako hahahahha! konting wakeskate lang para pumayat ang obaj then pwede na! pwede na mang chiks ulit. mejo tumataba kasi ako ngayon eh kasi libre chibog dito sa office. wahahaha. buffet everyday! madaya kasi ako kasi nag iipon ako ng mga meal stubs. chaka minsan basta pirma na lang ako ng pirma para sa stub tapos pila ulit tapos kain ulit tapos yosi ulit. pero lately din mejo kakaiba din kasi bumaba na weight ko. di na ako over 200 pounds! below 200 pounds nako bale 199 lbs. haha joke lang. 190 na lang ako at bumababa pa. nagsawa na din siguro ako sa kaka kain dito. nakakasawa din yung chibog dito eh. pero masarap naman. minsan nga lang parang iisa ang timpla. isipin mo to: 4 choices of ulam from beef, chicken, pork and fish. may siding pa na veggies tapos sabaw tapos dessert at iced tea. chaka unlimited rice pala hehehe. pero ako half rice lang lagi kasi garapalan na minsan eh. yung isa ngang bakla dito na mukhang halimaw eh, tipong 5 na kanin ang nauubos. pagod ata sa kaka chupa ang gago. whaahaha. ang saya kasi nagtitrip na naman ako dito, nag eenjoy na naman. nakakita ako ng maraming mga bagong mapapagtripan eh. unang una na yung lumo na nararanasan ko ngayon dahil nga kailangan ko makipag plastikan sa ibang tao dito dahil sa bigong pag-ibig. mejo hasel pa rin pag nakikita ko sila pero umaayos na din ng konti kasi oras lang naman ang katapat talaga ng lahat ng hirap eh. chaka totoo naman talagang marami pang chiks jan. dami nga dito sa xbox eh. pero wala na ko balak manligaw dito sa office. mashado involved mga tao, walang privacy. lahat alam nila. kaya nga iwas din ako sa mga o-ats ngayon eh. wala na sila makikita sa mga susunod kong diskarte. basta laro na lang sa lago lagi, toma, smokas, mag trip at magtrabaho. yun na lang muna. chaka na yang pag ibig na yan dahil pahamak lang yan. dami pa jan. hinihintay lang nila ako stumeady ulit. ako na ulit si the smoothness.... keepin' it on the lowdown lang muna ako. ipon ng pera ng konti tapos bili na ng mga stuff pang wakeskates. gaya ng vest, board, sapatos at mga shorts na pang skate. kailangan ko din pala ng knee brace kasi mejo busted na ang aking kanan na tuhod kasi nung highschool pako, na injure ako sa skateboard hahaha. napilay pa nga yun ulit nung nakipag slaman ako sa concert ng beastie boys dati. alam nyo ba yung pumunta yung foo fighters dati pati beastie boys chaka sonic youth? kung di mo alam malamang hiphopper ka dati or senti boys ka na tipong nakikinig sa side a. o kaya baka tatanga-tanga ka lang talaga. hehehe joke lang pare. sorry sumasabaw na naman ako. 10 minutes na lang kasi at tapos na ang shift ko. pwede na mag yosi ulit pagbaba ko. tapos pag uwi, pwede din tumoma ng konti at bumasag. pero wag mashado kasi may pasok pako mamaya ng 4am. mahirap na mag absent kasi di ako makakapag lago pag dami ako absent.
sobrang nakakatakot dun sa tondo chong. parang tuwing lalabas ako ng 3am, parang ang daming mga orcs na nagtatago dun sa mga eskinita. para kasing mordor yung tondo eh. parang tipong makakakita ka ng mga warg riders at makikita mo si witch king of angmar na nakasakay sa lumilipad na bubuli na may pakpak. minsan nga may nakita ako nagchuchupaan dun sa isang madilim na eskinita. hahahaha. kaya madaming daga sa tondo dahil ang mamanyak nila wahahaha. isipin mo naman chupaan sa eskinita? tama ba yun? well pwede pero tangina sana man lang nagtago sila sa mas tago na lugar gaya ng drum o kaya sa bubong. nakakatawa pa nga kasi sa 2nd floor ang kwarto namin. yung kapitbahay namin dati sa tapat, may mga aso sa bubong hahaha! ang labo diba? ganun talaga ang maynila. makulay sha. di kanais-nais lahat ng kulay pero totoo sha. ang dark eh. parang buhay ko. i am dream. i am kai'ckul. call me the shaper.

another new beginning... the idea of losing my chances of being complete and happy is still in my head. like a high pitch sound right after an explosion. i guess it hasn't settled in yet since she has not yet talked to me. i'd understand if she wouldn't tell it to my face, that's not her problem anymore. i guess i'll have to take it like a man. now it is just a matter of swallowing it all down and moving on. i have never felt so alive since the hurt simply reminded me that nothing is for certain, only change. this feeling, whatever it is has in a way heightened my senses on a lot of stuff especially the attraction to other women. i guess i have learnt that i should not be easily carried away by physical stuff because if i invest my emotions based on those physical instances, i might end up giving away everything in exchange of nothing but disappointment. i have never been this quiet in my life. i'm a very opinionated person and i always speak my mind. but now i have learned to hold back and keep all my emotions to myself. i guess it is because this place called the office is no place to be emotional or open. you simply have to be open to the fact that you are in here to improve in your work, nothing else. this experience has in fact proven that i have matured, though not in a profound way(since no one will ever notice it, hopefully), but in a manner that is only known to me. this experience did not kill me, it made me stronger. though i have sustained damage that may take time to heal, i'm still standing and taller and sturdier. i'm actually excited, like i want to jump off a building or something. not that i'm depressed or anything, i'm just excited to get into my next adventure. another roller coaster ride of emotions and everything that comes with fighting to prove myself that i am in fact worthy of sharing this weird, unpredictable, crazy, uncertain, dark, fucked up but happy life that i have.
see you soon dear.

i have deleted this entry for privacy reasons. sorry dears. more blogs coming up. sa mga nakabasa na ng blog na ito, secret lang natin to ha? keep in touch. !! ingat mga chongks

First, list your 10 favorite bands/performers:
1. deftones
2. Pinoy Stories
3. Cosmic love
4. blind melon
5. minus the bear
6. sade
7. the police
8. the roots
9. steady gonzales
10. soulive


-What was the first song you ever heard by #6?
nung bata pa ako naririnig ko na yung smooth operator. pero di ko pa sha trip nung bata pa ako kasi akala ko pang matanda lang ang sade. dami pa di alam ang tamang pronunciation ng sade. hanggang ngayon iba iba ang pag pronounce nila.

-What is your favorite song of #2?
doubting thomas. iba sha eh. iba ang pinoy stories, sana di kami mabaon sa limot. i'm saying kami kasi ako dati kumakanta sa kanila eh, sayang lang talaga at wala na.

-What is your favorite lyric of #5?
her hair streaked her shirt with rain... and it did some.. did something to me...- i lost all my money at the cockfights ang title nun
-How many times have you seen #4 live?
sa dvd lang, wala na eh dedo na si idol shannon eh

-What is your favorite song by #7?
so lonely... chaka wrapped around your finger

Is there any song by #3 that makes you sad?
fireflies, naalala ko lang kasi nung mga kabataan namin na wala kaming pakialam sa lahat basta may dagat at may amats. tagal na rin pare...

What is your favorite lyric of #2?
wag mo akong bitawan... wag mo akong bitawan, pikit lang, sabay sabay tayong magliparan... nakikita mo ba nakangiti mga tala? atin yan...

What is your favorite song by #9?
the distance - yung compo ko na malufette


When did you first get into #1?
through chad. dati ayoko pa ng maingay eh. kaya lang kasi kamukha ko daw si chino moreno hehehe kaya natripan ko na din.

How did you get into #3?
isa ako sa mga dakilang mapagmahal, isa ako sa cosmic loooove!

What is your favorite song by #4?
st. andrew's fall. iba yun pare. lakas trip parang ang sarap mamasyal sa maynila o kaya mag lrt o kung san man pag blind melon parang lagi ka lang nakangiti.

How many times have you seen #9 live?
tuwing gig namen. eh kami yun eh hahaha!

What is a good memory concerning #4?
yung pag papasok na kame sa office nung kodak pako. ang saya nung mga panahon na yun, kaya lang talaga ayaw nako tanggapin sa kodak eh.

Is there a song by #8 that makes you sad?
none. lahat kasi bounce na bounce eh hehehe.

What is your favorite song of #1?
an anniversary of an uninteresting event, astig kasi kahit sobrang lungkot, bangas pa rin ni chino.

How did you become a fan of #10?
sarap ng tugtugan nila eh. chaka astig pag may mga iba silang artist na kinukuha para maki jam gaya ni talib kweli, dave matthews at si black though ng the roots

wow naman absinthe daw ang gago. eh ang balak ko lang kasi ay umuwi sa south

at magkalat ng kalagiman dun, matagal- tagal na kasi ako di nakakauwi eh,

kailangan na ulit dumihan ang south. kailangan magkalat ng lagim sa south.

kaya lang nung nalasing na ako, naaya naman ako sa absinthe na yan eh puta

kasi piso lang daw ang beer. labo. wala naman ako nabiling alkohol na tig

piso eh. buti na lang at... oh-baj! *parang boses ni camoi yun ah*. *ah si

camoi nga. kasama pa nya ang aking destiny. huwaaw! maglalakad na dapat ako

pauwi buti na lang may nakita akong totoong tao sa tanginang pekeng lugar na

yun! dami pang onaks na feeling nila naghahari na sila sa bansa ng mga taong

mas maliit at maitim sa kanila. di yata. ayun, lasing na kaming lahat. sabay

crocodile grill pa, walang paawat. tangina buti na lang andun si

destiny/desire ko. ako nga pala si dream. at holding hands pa ang mga gago.

pagkatapos nun ay di pa rin nakuntento at uminom pa rin sa haybols ni desire.

isang lapad na lang daw. pero hindi yun ang nangyari,

muntik na ako mag black-out sa kalasingan. iba talaga pag kasama mo ang naka

tadhana sa iyo. i love you ira wahhaha kita na lang tayo sa underworld.

lechon kawali n. - deep fried pork belly. lechon kawali was invented in germany in the late 1940s. a german cook named freddy kowalski ran out of coal for grilling, decided to fry the pork belly in oil using the "La Germania" gas range which he invented. freddy then named the recipe after his grandfather lebron kowalski. the recipe reached philippine shores on febuary 12,1957 and through the native dialect, was changed to lechon kawali.

next time: etymology of some other word

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btw thanks for the comments lovely ladies

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I Lost All My Money At The Cock Fights - Minus The Bear

All the boys are begging for her,
reaching long to grab her clothes to
pull her in every direction and
throw some game that won't win.

This girl, she's looking at me
A glance over then down at her drink.
I think she's got the right idea,
I think she's got the right idea,

"You come with me, we should leave,
there's more things interesting than this joint,
You pull stares from this whole crew,
and you act like you never even knew."

We move out to the street
It's raining hard - coming down in sheets.
She takes my hands, pulls hard,
and then we make the dash to her car.
I think she's got the right idea,
I think she's got the right idea,

"We're not going anywhere,"
she said, "We'll just stay here."

"You come with me, we won't leave,
I'll show you something interesting."

Her hair streaked her shirt with rain
and that did something to me.

here it is. the future. the future obaj. 24/7 gamer. hahaha sometimes you can be at the bottom of the wheel but now, the wheel's just started to roll back up. stagnation's over, new life begins here.
imagine working -- well for me it's not working it's playing all day. this has proven to be the best decision i have ever made.



now finding new life can also open more horizons that you have never thought of or was not ready to tackle before, more inviting and easier to explore.
i'm not talking about love or anything cheesy. i'm talking about the feeling that you are ready to take on anything. "challenge me" is what's in my new xbox baller id. and yes i'm ready to challenge my fear of failure. i have always been afraid to face my fear of the opposite sex. not that i'm phobic or anything. it's just that i have always thought that to find the perfect woman for me, i have to be the perfect man. i've just realized that i don't need to be perfect, i just have to be happy with what i have right now and i just have to find a way to make the woman i like see that i am very much willing to share that happiness with her.
the past few months have been really hard for me since i stayed the same way i was eversince- too passive. i just thought that maybe if i participated more, laughed more, smiled more, and let go once in a while, i will be spotted. and spotted i was.
now i no longer simply hope for things to happen for me, i make things happen.
maybe this new hype has made me feel too confident for me to think that someone has in fact taken interest in me but i'd like to see it that way. it was like it was destined. i have already lost hope of seeing her again (since i guess i was too passive and did not care much) but then i saw her again. ok so i walked up to her and she was with two of her male friends. i walked up to her and waved hi and ducked out of her sight like how cats jump when headlights startle them. i even stepped on a waiter's foot. no it was a waitress. hahaha! so that i thought, was my last chance of seeing her, i simply walked back to our table to drown the failure in another bottle of red horse. but then while my head was buried among the bottles, it happened ( i did not make this happen, i wasn't the new obaj yet at the time). there she was, i couldn't believe it. i was tring to fix my eyes thinking i was already hallucinating.
but she would not disappear. *tagoom!*
domo arigato mister roboto. domo arigato.

sabi ni ira ok daw ito eh

Your Pimp Name Is...

Stud Tease

ito ang una kong nakita
bagay naman sakin yung pangalan na yun. chaka kamukha ko din yung picture, bigote na lang ang kulang chaka chaleco chaka mga biatches.

kasi nung nagtatrabaho pako lalo na nung kodak pako, puro kalokohan lang at katarantaduhan ang ginawa namen.
gaya nito: ito yung unang makikita mo sa workstation ko:


yung iba gets agad nila eh. yung iba naman, kailangan mo pa i -explain kasi mga bobo.
kung bobo ka, ang ibig sabihin nyan e kung may reklamo ka, tawagini mo si heywood jablowme. so para mo na rin sinabi na hey, would ya blow me? ok? nakuha mo na? o sige maglaro ka na dun ng bubog.

ito na siguro ang magiging itsura ni jacko kung maabot na nya ang pinapangarap nya.



ito din ang magiging istura ng lahat ng taong adik sa pagpapa-ganda. mamatay na kayong mga magaganda at gwapo! ay gwapo nga pala ako. sorry god!

kakauwi ko lang galing sa tagaytay. tangina sobrang lupit ng weekend na yun. nag trip muna kami nila kits sa kanila sabay punta sa MOA nuks MOA daw o! Mall of asia. tangina sobrang laki naman nun eh di na sha nakakatuwa. nakakahilo kasi ang dali maligaw, para kang nasa isang malaking maze sa utak ni mr SM himself, lucio tan. so ayun, nanood kame ng blood diamond. ay bago pala nun, uminom kame sa grilla. pinakilala ako ni kits sa mga nag-gagandahang barkada ni chinky. nakaka-miss din maka-tambay sa piling ng mga nag-gagandahan at namumulaklak at namumukadkad na mga chikas!! enge isa! di daw pwede sabi ni chinky, taken na daw. puta hasel. red horse na lang ulit. tapos umalis na sila, derecho na kame sinehan pero dumaan pa pala kame sa mcdo kasi sa sine nako kakain ng dinner. aaah! blood diamond at quarter pounder meal, go bigtime! tangina bigtime lahat pati asin ketchup at tissue kung pwede lang.
so eto na blood diamond na. ang laki nung napulot ni solomon na diamond pero sobrang laki nya parang jolen na tig sampung piso.

tapos yun, namatay na naman si leonardo parang sa titanic. jack! rose! ewan! dito sa blood diamond parang mas astig sha eh. para shang action star hahaha pero patay pa rin! hahaa tatanga-tanga ka kasi! puro ka diamond sa utak eh dapat binanatan muna nya si jennifer connely.
nung gabi na, derecho kami sa bahay ni PD. toma at smokas as usual. dami tao di ko kilala, pero andun ulit yung mga chiks kanina na binanggit ko (nag-gagandahan at namumulaklak at namumukadkad .. remamber?) ang smooth talaga nila eh, kaya lang di naman bagay sakin mga ganung chikas eh, at bukod sa lahat, ang babata pa nila wahahaha!
at eto pa ang isang indication na walang kwenta yung gabi na yun, meron akong nakuhang phone number... pero sa lalake!! tangina! kasi daw taga south ako at sila din, di naman ako maka tanggi nung hiningi nila number ko kasi kupal diba. napakalungkot ng buhay ko.

so ayun, nagkita na kame ni carive kinabukasan para pumunta ng lago. smokas na sa byahe pa lang. todohan! pagdating sa tagaytay, nag lunch muna kame nila tita cherry ng liempo na galit na galit sa lutong. tsalap!
lago de oro, ang tawag ko dun tunganga de oro kasi wala naman ako ginagawa dun kundi umamats at tumanga kasi wala pa ako funds pang wakeskate. nuks wakeskate daw o! board sports, water sports. laro ng mga mayayaman. bakit? mayaman din naman ako ah! di ko nga lang nakukuha ang lahat ng pera na naka-laan sakin, kailangan ko pa sha pagtrabahuhan hahaha. pero akin yun, lahat yun.
long weekend ang nangyari, sayang lang at wala si marty kenneth at si jerome. nagluto pa naman ako ng sisig na super sarap. ito yung recipe:

mukha ng baboy
sibuyas
sili
utak ng baboy
liver ng manok
maraming kalamansi
butter
hot sauce
knorr

directions:
bumili ng mukha ng baboy at siguraduhing malinis ang mukha nito, pag-hilamusin mo ng mabuti. ipatanggal mo sa butcher (di ko alam tagalog ng butcher) ang mata, kasi baka may muta, yung tenga (inner ear lang kasi masarap ang tenga lalo na pag crunchy) kasi baka may tutule chaka yung snout kasi baka may kulangot at mahirap na ma-tinga ng tutchang ng baboy.
pakuluan ang mukha ng baboy sa 2 cups pineapple juice ( di ko ito nabanggit sa recipe list di bale) taposdagdagan ng tubig pepper at maraming asin. balutin ang utak ng baboy at liver ng manok sa dahon ng saging at pakuluan din. after 45 minutes, hanguin ang baboy at patuyuin for 15 minutes. ngayon pag tuyo na, ihawin ang baboy. after ihawin, chop chop chop away. pwede na haluin ang lahat ng ingredients. ibuhos ang 1 cup calamansi (mas madami, mas masarap), sibuyas na finely chopped ( so fine .. sixty-fine) sili, utak ng baboy at chicken liver. lamasin ng mabuti parang kung papano mo lalamasin ang suso ni maureen larrazabal, kung pumayag sha. tangina papalabasin ko yung buong balloon ng silicone sa utong nya hahahaha! tapos yun, to serve sisig, initin ng mabuti ang hot plate, yung tipong umuusok na ng matindi tapos lagyan mo ng butter. lagay mo na yung sisig mixture. add egg (optional) tapos ilabas mo na yung redhorse sa freezer tapos i-serve mo na ang sisig of perfection. patay!

kung susundin mo ang mga steps na ito, maaaring maganap ang:
mahilo kayong lahat sa kaka-kain
di mapapansin yung mga peanuts
mas sasarap ang inuman
sasakit ang batok
maraming matutulog ng maaga
meron kang matototnaks kung ikaw ang nagluto (kasi bukod sa gwapo ka, magaling ka pa magluto, pwede ka na pakasal)

kinabukasan uwian na pero nanood pa ulit kame ng blood diamond hehehe pero pirated na.
chaka nga pala yung movie ni will smith na in pursuit of happyness.

ang lupit, naiyak ako mag-isa kasi lasing nako tapos tulog na sila carive sa baba. sabi nya sa movie na binanggit ni thomas jefferson sa declaration of independence ang happiness. in pursuit of happiness yung isang line. parang sinabi na parang ang happiness ay di talaga maaabot pero lagi lang natin sya pinu-pursue kaya habang hinahabol mo ang ikaka-saya mo, masaya ka na din dapat.

eto imagine mo almusal mo tapos sinangag tapos kamatis chaka patis tapos ang sabaw mo sabaw ng bulalo tapos sawsaw sa suka tangina!!!! talagang mapapasigaw na ng almusal nun at hampasin ka ng nanay mo ng dyaryo kasi minsan ka lang magmura, almusal pa
:

march 22, a trip with some new friends i'd like to call the toothless hicks of the philippines
same as those hillbillies, people who are clearly underqualified or maybe do not have any qualifications at all are hired in our law enforcement.

i just got off the bus and started walking toward the casino where my dad is. baclaran is a place where most people go to church especially on wednesdays. i don't know why but i don't want to delve further into the religious part of this story so i'll stick with the law, politics and my luck - all the evil of my luck.

i guess it's not really right to provoke your luck (see last entry "an exodus-foiled by faith" because it can really hit you back - square in the gonads. so as soon as i got off the bus, i noticed two kids walking behind me (i have eyes at the back of my head) both of them caught up with me and walked right beside me. i thought they were just in a hurry and they'd just pass but kept walking beside me for a few paces more until i heard one of them say "celfone at wallet mo". i didn't think he was talking to me so i glanced over to the guy to my right and immediately saw the shiny knife glistening in the 2pm sunlight (tanghaling tapat or honest afternoon). so i slipped my hand into my left pocket and pulled out both of the requested items (smart move, i could have simply given them just one). the kid on my left took it with both hands since my wallet was huge (filled with all my cash - all three hundred and twenty pesos of it) and my celfone was also considerably big for his hands. i also noticed that the kid held a smaller knife in between his thumb and his index finger. the two simply disappeared like monsters from "shaider", jumping and disappearing, reappearing somewhere further until they were gone. i was awestruck, numbed by what had just happened but then i realized: why the hell am i so surprised about this when i already know that luck is on my side - bad luck that is. so i started to laugh. almost teary-eyed but letting out a very wierd laugh as if to say "hey you got me again buddy, nice one. maybe next time you can try actually killing me"

now this is where the fun part begins. i walk to my dad's office with the same wierd humor that pasted a grin on my face. i told him about it and immediately had one of his subordinates call up the police.

after a few minutes, four of my soon-to-be new friends walked in. i immediately looked into their name plates but soon forgot their names - these people don't even deserve an identity. "sino hinoldap?" asked the bald chubby guy while wiping the sweat off his face, neck and bald head. "ano nakuha sayo?" asked the dark one. "san ka hinoldap?" asked the fattest. "natatandaan mo ba itsura?" asked the sweatiest of them. "sino pinaka gwapo saming apat?" might have been one of the questions that didn't register in my amused mind. they were asking all these questions all at the same time until one of them realized that i was just looking at their faces blankly, with the same wierd grin but this time both eyebrows raised. i tried my best to answer all of the questions and towards the end I probably said "pangit kayong lahat". one of them volunteered to bring me over to the station. we went out again in the scorching honest afternoon. i saw the Toyota revo that had huge letters spelled POLICE. alright then, at least i won't look like a criminal in case they make me ride one of those small vans they use to transport multiple people. suddenly, just like in a comedy movie, the revo took off and my new friend mounted his rusty scooter and started kicking the pedal to start it. i took him at least seven tries to get it to start. poor guy, it's a shame that policemen in this country can only afford scooters. lucky me, i get to ride with him. i just thought "wow. just as i thought my bad luck was already out of tricks". so he just looked at me as if to say "hop on! this'd be really fun!". i asked "san po ba yung stasyon nyo?", hoping it'd be near so i can just walk. "iikutan muna natin kung san ka naholdap". great.

the next thing i know, we were scooting around baclaran. i was looking around, trying to look for the two kids while hanging on for my life. i didn't place my arms around his belly since it was virtually impossible so i simply grabbed his utility belt. obviously, my new friend really liked driving around in his scooter because he was really pumping it, pushing it and weaved around jeeps and buses along roxas boulevard. he was throwing both of us from side to side as if we were in a ducati cutting curves in the racetrack.

no luck. there never was any. so we went to the station. he parked right in front of a porn dvd vendor. his whole stall closed in one fluid motion. in just seconds, he was already walking away with a big wooden suitcase full of all kinds of fun stuff.

inside the station were a few people. one was the officer behind the desk, talking to a chinese businessman in a polo-barong. another pot-bellied guy in civilian clothes was slouching in a monoblock chair, obviously sleeping until he was awakened by our entrance. he soon slipped back into his siesta. this guy is my favorite new friend. the chinese guy was reporting about his parked car allegedly being hit by another car that simply sped away. "ano plate number ng oto nyo?" asked the officer. he was all flashy with all his gadgets. his gold rings, bracelet and necklace were like an armor he so proudly wore. “whiskey tango charlie…” said the Chinese businessman, probably considering the officer would better understand in military alphabet. at this point the officer’s hand froze and the pen stayed in one dot and shivered a bit to form a small hairball. “ano ulit whiskey…?”. “tango charlie” continued the Chinese guy. the officer wrote the exact words: whiskey, tango, charlie. i couldn’t stop myself from baring all my teeth so I flung my head to the opposite side, right where my favorite “undercover” best friend was fast asleep. why is he my favorite? He’s really funny. he looked like he was still trying to recover from his hangover because his eyebrows were kind of in an angry expression while he snored. he also wore gold accessories but not as many as the officer on the desk. the shirt he wore under his unbuttoned Hawaiian polo had “boracay” inked in the front. maybe he’s been there before, or maybe he just got it as a present. i mean I haven’t even gone there myself. poor me. I still don’t have any pics to post in friendster with a “chillin’ at bora” caption. Now this guy’s his head has fallen way back until it almost touched his back. with his mouth wide open, you can see that the dentures for his upper teeth have been dislodged and have placed themselves comfortably on his lower lip. I noticed that my teeth were still showing because I couldn’t help it, I even wanted to explode in laughter. And just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, the guy I was watching suddenly woke up and sat bolt upright and was staring at me, maybe he was awaken by his snoring or maybe because of a bad dream though I’m not really sure if pigs have dreams. At this point I thought, this is it, I am definitely gonna burst. I tried to cover my face with my hands and pretend I was coughing uncontrollably but the Chinese guy asked me “ok ka lang ba kid?”. I just said, I remembered something funny so I just continued laughing with my face covered. I was literally in tears and was salivating on my palms so I resorted to burying my face in my t-shirt. After a few minutes of thinking of other things to take my mind off it, like ponies and winter in the Philippines, I was finally able to take my face off the shirt. The Chinese businessman and the officer was finishing up, when the undercover pot-bellied policeman stood up with a plastic bag of Spanish bread. He took one and bit on it so he could close the plastic with both hands. He handed it to the officer at the desk and started chomping down on it while he walked out. The Chinese guy also walked out the door. So it was just me and the officer. He ushered me to the seat in front of the desk and then he sat, immediately opening the logbook where he was going to write down everything. I noticed there was a computer but it looked really old, like one of those green screen pc’s that can only do text. And it also seemed to be simply a decoration in the office/armory since the cpu and the monitor were in two different corners. After writing the time and date, I noticed him glance over at the plastic bag of Spanish bread. he suddenly placed his blue pen on the logbook, closed it and reached for the bread. he was polite enough to offer me some but I had to decline since I’m not really into reptilian cuisine.

I think he noticed that I was still somehow baffled by the ruckus so he told me to ease up and “ganyan talaga, nangyayari talaga yan.” I couldn’t tell him I’m having the time of my life in this comedy unfolding right before my eyes. So we finished the report, I went on my way, everything was alright now except for the strange grin that’s still on my face - which will remain for days. I just remembered how unlucky I was so I shouldn’t be too surprised with things like this and that maybe I shouldn’t feel sorry for myself since I still have a lot to be thankful for. And hey, such is life.

yung friendster ko kasi may blog kaya lang ang konti ng bumabasa eh, kaya eto, dahil tinatamad din ako mag type dahil di pa ako mapakali sa cusomizatoin ng journal ko, paste ko dito yung entry ko sa friendster blog ko para di ko na sha dun pupuntahan para matawa.


ok eto:
October 17, 2006
a summary of past events
triplejack poker. got hired. started a band. a bald spot on the side of my head. got a haircut to hide it. started training. tortured some, appreciated some, hated most of them. co-workers almost have this unwritten contract with co-workers which states "if i'm there, i'm there. if i'm not, don't bitch about it because i have a life to live and am not wasting it with work-related shit. formed another band. finally reached end of training. met more co-workers. had to re-write the unwritten contract to"live, love, eat, work, sleep, get wasted on weekends. and flirt a little". went to tagaytay to visit team rots, some of my closest and most distant friends. lost my celfone. bought a new one (upgraded from motorazr v3i to nokia 5110 - state-of the art wireless communication device with features such as alarm clock, neon-green lcd, and switchable casing). more poker. still lost. went to work. went home. went to sleep. went to work. yada yada yada... had my first gig with my new band. still nameless. same sound of applause. i wish humans developed a more appreciative way of applauding like an "applause limb" that makes performers feel more appreciated, much better than the standard clapping. got a new chihuahua puppy. friends come, friends go, friends hate you more, some appreciate you more. some do not understand you, some leave you to it. some people would handle things more maturely and some act their age. i think i lost my first band. my oher band's still on the go. new songs, new influences, more changes, more adjustments, no stagnation. because while i sit here doing nothing but triplejack poker and update my blog, i must keep going on...