Entries for May, 2004

Lunar Eclipse: May 5

2:45am

Let’s raise our eyes to the heavens.

A shadow will come over the moon.


3:52am

A treat for our insomnia

The moon will be in total eclipse.



“During the one hour, 16-minute totality, the moon’s color will change to a vivid red or orange” – PAGASA

(Use binoculars to enhance the viewing experience)



I can’t wait.

311's Love Song 14 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 02:30 PM

TOTAL LUNAR ECLIPSE: MAY 5, 3:52am

Just a reminder.

Please refer to my previous entry.

(Note: The times are applicable only to the Philippines. Sorry.)

Maroon 5's I Like to Par-tay 7 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 08:00 PM

Enigma

I sit in silence and I ask you to do the same. No, I don’t need your highfalutin words or your overwhelming passion. I don’t want to have a battle of wits that you so enjoy. All I want is your presence. Make me feel. Make me feel that though I am surrounded by falsities, I am left with something real.

Your presence is real.

Hush.

My spirit is weak, and I choose you to fall into.

Sarah Mclachlan's Stupid 13 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 06:59 AM



This is a favorite post.

Your Downfall

I'm talking to you.

Yes. You.

Shove your words back in your throat.
I hate the way you sound.
For the evil that you bring, you should be called a devil.
Arrogance consumes you and you're proud of it.

Fine then.

DIE in your arrogance.

Led Zeppelin 23 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 08:48 AM

Reprieve

Looked down into that abyss
Found myself falling, falling
Into that darkness
Into an uncomfortable embrace
Reached deep within
Conjured images in my mind
To rid myself of the sin.
Heaved until my eyes turned red
Willed the burden to pass
Eyes white, cheeks bruised
Redeemed from the burden again.

Seal's Prayer for the Dying 13 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 12:56 AM

Little Things

Believe me when I say that I take pleasure in the littlest of things. Imagine me, with twenty Pesos in hand, getting off the car and walking up to the bakery like a six-year old about to buy a lollipop. I was able to ask my mom and grandpa to pass by a bakery and buy kabayans. Mmmmmmmm. I love those things. A peso and fifty cents each. Just a tiny price to pay for a little happiness. For those of you who don’t know, a kabayan is a kind of sweet bread that looks like a hat, or a salakot, if you will, and yellow in color. I first came to love them when I had to buy something real quick to eat for breakfast before PE at 7am. (My PE then was football. I had already passed out the week before from overexertion, dehydration and an empty stomach.) I have had few chances to buy kabayans since then. This morning’s breakfast was a treat for me.

To those who’d say that I may be a bit silly, get off my case. Hehe. I think we all should be silly sometimes, and appreciate the little pleasures that life gives us.

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Go greet your mothers a Happy Mother's Day.

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A happy birthday to Anna Cauntay! Huggyhuggy!

Luanne Rice's Home Fires George Michael and Mary J. Blige's As 14 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 12:32 PM

ANY BASSISTS OUT THERE?

Bass for sale. Washburn XB102, metallic blue, in VERY good condition. P7thou, negotiable.

Please leave a comment or a message on my tagboard with your name and how I can contact you. Thanks.

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Mission Accomplished

I am a proud owner of a stained right forefinger. I took part in molding the country’s history.


If you don’t vote, you have no right to complain.


I have every right to complain from this moment on.

Now I wonder how long before the ink fades.

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Your wings are BROKEN and tattered. You are
an angelic spirit who has fallen from grace for
one reason or another - possibly, you made one
tragic mistake that cost you everything. Or
maybe you were blamed for a crime you didn't
commit. In any case, you are faithless and
joyless. You find no happiness, love, or
acceptance in your love or in yourself. Most
days are a burden and you wonder when the
hurting will end. Sweet, beautiful and
sorrowful, you paint a tragic and touching
picture. You are the one that few understand.
Those that do know you are likely to love you
deeply and wish that they could do something to
ease your pain. You are constantly living in
memories of better times and a better world.
You are hard on yourself and self-critical or
self-loathing. Feeling rejected and unloved,
you are sensitive, caring, deep, and despite
your tainted nature, your soul is
breathtakingly beautiful.

Image is a painting by Natalya Nesterova,
source:ca80.lehman.cuny.edu/.../
images/fallen_angel.jpg


Claim Your Wings
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Dean Koontz's Night Chills Erykah Badu's Other Side of the Game 23 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 01:41 PM

Blah.

My word of the day is:

imbibition • im-buh-BIH-shun • noun
1 : the act or action of drinking
2 : the act or action of taking in or up : absorption

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It's a wonder where all my words go when I want to make an entry.

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unbeknownst | 06:43 AM

Lazy Afternoon, 13th of May

With an hour and a half to go before the break for lunch, my two friends and I decided to take off for Pandi, Bulacan. (Only pre and post tests were scheduled for that afternoon so we didn’t feel so bad about missing the review class.) It was our internship mate’s birthday. Happy birthday Dadsywadsy!


The food.

Where would a Filipino birthday be without a handa? To think that the celebrant was telling us beforehand that they weren’t able to prepare anything. Wooot! Menudo, spaghetti, fried chicken, and lumpia.


The company.

My friends from the one year internship at the Philippine Children’s Medical Center. Awww. There were only seven of us, but oh, the house was filled with our voices and laughter. Have I mentioned that when I am with a group of people, I usually keep quiet? I let the other people do the talking. I only let out my talkativeness when I’m with one or two persons. Plus I kept myself busy fiddling around with my friend’s phone. We were all trying to figure out if there was something going on between her and the birthday boy. What better underhanded means to find out than by looking through her inbox? (Hey, she allowed me to look at her phone. Maybe it was her way of letting people know that there was something. Haha!)


The videoke.

Again, typical Filipino. Hehe! The famous microphone where you punch in the number for the song was brought out, along with chips, ice, glasses, soda and rum. Has anyone else noticed that as the bottle of alcohol empties, the voice of the one singing gets louder?


The ride home.

Here’s where we got to talk about where we plan to go this summer. Two of our friends already got to go to Anilao and they were all praises about it. White beach; snorkeling where you’d see blowfish, little stingrays, beautiful corals, and a lot of Nemos; few people; clear water (Note: seeing the sand at the bottom does not necessarily mean you can reach it with your feet) and a wonderful view. They stayed in a place called Eagle’s Point. The price was pretty steep, but worth it. (Anybody else out there who also got to stay at Eagle’s Point? Please tell me if it’s as great as they say!)


Good friends, lots of food, a little alcohol, music.

It was a nice, lazy afternoon.

°°°°°°°°

I wish.

I wish I had the money to do everything that I want to do.

Hey, who doesn’t wish for that?

I hear my other batchmates talking about how they’re already applying for jobs and how this person is already earning this much at this job, and I feel a tiny twinge of envy. I want to work already! I want to EARN! Agh! I want to take uo Med! But I want to go abroad!

Is it obvious that I still don’t know what to do?

°°°°°°°°

Razorback's Puerto Jam 7 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 03:42 AM

Inhibited.

Yesterday. Coffee, black + a donut + Van Helsing + the company of my best friend = wonderful.

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You are the pilot.


Saint Exupery's 'The Little Prince' Quiz.
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Thanks to Martin, I took this test. I have to agree with him that it is one of the few quizzes that actually make sense.

My result? Exactly what I feel I am.

I'm off to reread The Little Prince.


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I am overflowing with thoughts. I cannot string them together.


°°°°°°°°


I feel your hands on my back
Soothing
Calming my aches
My pains
Kneading.
Touching.

You were the only one who tried.


°°°°°°°°

the song HE was singing 5 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 07:54 AM

The Comfort Room Pervert

(Note: This entry would especially be of interest to Thomasians and those who eat at McDo Dapitan.)

My friends and I (same set of friends who went to Bulacan) planned an afternoon adventure at Chinatown just to see what things we could buy there. We agreed to meet up at McDonald’s, Dapitan, near good old UST. When everyone was there already, we got ourselves pepped up for our adventure. Before leaving, we made a stop at the comfort rooms.

My friend and I went in. There were two cubicles, one normal-sized one, and a larger one for the handicapped. Both were occupied. After waiting a while, the girl using the smaller cubicle went out and my friend went in. I tried the door to the larger one to make sure that it really was occupied. It was. I was a little curious. I remember thinking that whoever using that toilet must have had stomach problems for taking so long. My friend went out of the cubicle so it was my turn. I gestured to her what I was thinking and locked the door. I was still wondering about the person in the other cubicle. It was a bit weird that there were no sounds (or even smells) coming from there. As I was about to relieve myself, I saw some movement in the space under the stall. Guess what I saw.

A forehead.

A forehead, with hair that was unmistakably male.

I was SHOCKED! I pulled up my pants while yelling an expletive. I hurriedly opened my stall door and saw the man walking out the door with practiced calm. I couldn’t go after him. I was still unzipped. All I could do was yell at the guy. My friend was asking me what happened and I couldn’t answer her. I was still shocked. When I gathered my wits (and zipped up my pants), my friend and I went straight to the counter and I asked for the manager. I let him know what happened, but it was already too late. The pervert had left already.

I am disappointed with myself for not acting quickly. I could have gotten to him. I could have been faster in reporting him. Then the world would be one pervert less. The best thing to do now is to write to the McDonald’s management.

As for that man, I’m sure he’ll get what he deserves. I’m praying that God will give him what’s due him.

24 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 07:54 PM

Thank Yous.

I'd like to thank everyone who commented on my Comfort Room Pervert entry. I didn't want to reply to the comments individaully, lest I sound redundant. Hehe.

The experience did not traumatize me as much as it would other people. I am now just more wary when I enter public rest rooms. I hope other people would be, too.


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So here's the dragon test, Bruce. Now give me my pattern.

Uh, please?


You are a white dragon, pure and noble, you would
help humans if they desprately need you. You
are kind and wise with a heart of gold.


Which Dragon resides in your soul? (cool pictures!)
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Anita Shreve's The Pilot's Wife Itchyworms' O di ba ang saya-saya! 2 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 12:23 AM

BigSkyMind

Good food.

Pandan coffee.
Pita bread with mushroom and cheese.
A bite of Pinoy Pasta. Hehe.
One or two nachos, with a choice of salsa or melted cheese dip.


Great music.

Quail Quartet. (Helen's drummer's other band. A jazz band.)
Wahijuara.
Didn't stay long enough to catch Radioactive Sago and Third World Project. Sayang.


If you think that Filipinos are not capable of making good music, I beg to disagree. Maybe you're just looking (or in this case, hearing) in the wrong places. I bore witness to the Pinoy talent a few hours ago. Those people were good. Really good.



Pardon my lazy entry. Words are evading me at the moment.

Anita Shreve's Resistance the Latin groove ringing in my ears 20 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 02:24 AM

Jeepscapade

I rode on a jeep on my way home from review class today. Somewhere along España, a woman who looked about thirty-ish got on the jeep and sits down beside me.

“Bayad po.” (She hands over a five Peso coin, which I, in turn, give to the driver.)

“Saan po kayo bababa?”

“Muñoz.”

“Pahingi pa ho ng piso.”

“Kakasakay ko lang.”

“Kulang pa ho ng piso.”

“Galing Cordillera hanggang Muñoz lang ako.”

“Anim na piso ho yon.”

“Ano? Anim na piso? Eh ang binabayad ko nga eh 4.50 lang!”

(loudly whispers blah, blah, anim na piso, blah, blah, anim na piso.)

The jeepney driver brings the jeep to the side of the road.

“Eh kung bumaba na lang ho kayo kung ayaw ninyo magbayad.”

“O, mabuti pa! Akina yung limang piso ko!”

Driver hands back a five Peso coin, which I take and give to the woman.

“Ang hirap niyo pakiusapan. Mas marunong pa kayo.”

“Anim na piso eh kakasakay ko lang!”

“O bumaba ka na. Leche ka. Gago ka.” (driver says this in a deadpan tone)

I was a bit irked at the woman. A jeepney driver only earns how much in a day and this woman won’t give her measly peso. When had she last ridden on a jeep anyway? 4.50 to get from Cordillera to Muñoz? That would have been possible in the Aquino administration.

I wonder how she’d feel when she realizes that she was wrong and the jeepney driver was right.


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GIG! GIG!

Freedom Bar, May 27, Thursday, 9pm

Drip
Helen
Itchyworms!
Marty McFly
Matilda
Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man

-a Last Full Show Production-


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Patricia Evangelista, a 19-year-old, Mass Communications sophomore of University of the Philippines (UP)-Diliman, did the country proud Friday night by besting 59 other student contestants from 37 countries in the 2004 International Public Speaking competition conducted by the English Speaking Union (ESU) in London.

Yeahyeah! Congratulations! This girl is a THERESIAN! Hehe!

Wally Lamb's I Know This Much Is True 24 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 07:22 PM

Time Warp

This time last year I was caught up in you. I thought you were what I was looking for.

A month into it, and I found I was wrong.

A year has passed. I admit that you've visited my thoughts every once in a while.

What could have been...?

So I found you again and thought that maybe a year of fraternity and a year of pursuing a higher education has breathed confidence into your system.

Last night I found out...

I was still wrong.

(sigh)

(still)Wally Lamb's I Know This Much Is True 4 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 06:40 PM

Troy in Fifteen Minutes

IF:
1. you've watched Troy,
2. you're up for a laugh (and if we share the same sense of humor),
3. you have 15 minutes,

then read on.

(I got this off this blog.)


TROY IN FIFTEEN MINUTES


Some Voiceover

ODYSSEUS: If there's one thing we Greek heroes hope, it's that you remember us.

AUDIENCE: EEEE!! IT'S BOROMIR! SQUEEEE! HI, BOROMIR!

ODYSSEUS: ...That's not exactly what I meant.



Some Battlefield

AGAMEMNON: Look, there's no reason for me to slaughter thousands of your men. You pick out your best soldier, and I pick out mine.

KING OF THESSALY: Deal. [turns to his army] SOME GUYYYYY!

THESSALIAN ARMY: SOME! GUY! SOME! GUY! SOME! GUY!

Some Guy breaks through the crowd. His neck resembles an Easter ham and his spear is the size of a telephone pole.

SOME GUY: RAAAAAAAAA!

AGAMEMNON [turning to his army]: ACHILLEEEEEES!

GREEK ARMY: . . .

AGAMEMNON: . . .



Hut of Wanton Nudity, Some Village

BOY: OMG Achilles you're late you gotta get up Achilles OMG!

ACHILLES: Dude, I just nailed twins. Call me in the morning.

BOY: It IS morning.

ACHILLES: Oh... fuck.



Some Battlefield, Three Days Later

THESSALIAN ARMY: ...SOME! GUY! SOME! GUY! SOME! GUY!

Achilles strolls in, exchanges snippiness with Agamemnon, dodges Some Guy’s spear, gouges Some Guy's neck out.

THESSALIAN ARMY: . . .

ACHILLES: IS THERE NO ONE ELSE?

THESSALIAN ARMY: *averts eyes, kicks dirt*

ACHILLES: NO ONE? PUSSIES!

KING OF THESSALY: Here’s a scepter to take to your king please don’t hurt me I want to live.

ACHILLES: Fuck him, he ain’t my king. I'm goin' back to the Doublemints. Later, assholes.

AGAMEMNON: I hate that guy... so very, very much.



(continued here.)

Sock it to me.

unbeknownst | 08:00 PM

The Fruit of My Curiosity

I'm eight years old.

We’re at the church. It’s after eight o’clock in the evening and we just heard Mass. Mommy and Daddy are talking to the priest about some adult stuff. I don’t want to listen so I walk, jump and skip around. I see both my older brothers doing the same. Mommy will call us when we’re about to leave so I guess it’s okay. I look at the church. It’s impressive. Its walls are made of huge, gray bricks. It looks a little bit like a castle. At the back of it, I see a big passageway with three small steps. I go up them. I’m in a place that looks like a corridor, like the one at school, only bigger. Much bigger. It’s dark. The light comes from the lamp posts near the street, and the moon. I take a few tentative steps, wanting to see a bit more. There’s a big room at the side. It looks like an auditorium. I like auditoriums. I take a few more steps. Why is there an auditorium in the back of a church? It’s dark and a bit cold. I see pews. One, two… oh the whole room was full of pews. I strain my eyes to see the front of the room. Just a few more steps and I’d see. I don’t want to go further up the corridor. There are no lights there. Step, step. I crane my neck to look. I open my eyes wide. I crane my neck a bit more. I don’t want to go any further, so I bend at my waist instead. I really want to see the front of the room. Just a little bit more…

And someone pushes me.

I quickly turn around. No one’s there. No one followed me there. I see my brothers near where my parents are. I run out the corridor and go to my mom’s side.

That should teach me not to wander off by myself.

The things in the front of the room? Tall candleholders. Flowerpots on stands. A big table.

It was only years later that I realized that big table was where they placed a coffin.

The auditorium was a mortuary.

I can imagine a mischievous ghost watching me that night, seeing how curious I was and probably chuckling at my neck-stretched, bent-at-the-waist position. I was looking to entertain myself that night. Someone entertained me instead.

That ghost was probably laughing as I was running back to my mom.

Hehe.

Maroon 5's Sunday Mornings 10 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 11:19 AM