Pity: out of stock

Someone I just met told me that she was sick, never seriously specifying of what. Then she messaged me that their family doctor told her to 'amuse herself to avoid thinking about it', and that her parents cry whenever she asks them about it. People usually get depressed when someone so young has that kind of a problem. But oh no, not me. The weirdo strikes again.

I felt no pity, no hopelessness; just torn as to what to say. We confront these cases regularly, and the specialists have treated them successfully. But the doctor brooding inside (you get that by hanging inside hospitals) tells me not to get her hopes up too much.

But this is what we do, we give hope and we change lives. We'll never know what we are truly fully capable of until we try to do what was never done, or was never thought possible.

happy bertday toyo

belated happy birthday ka-berks Roselle! may you continue to receive His blessings, as you do deserve them all. Gracias por el banquete maravilloso! let's do it again hehe, it's nice that we get to hang around sometimes.
drop by gloi's blog to see our group pic :)

fairy tale

The glances, averted eyes, awkward smiles. Our fingers touching
unintentionally. Words I meant but hid behind the mask of
ridicule. Words you said that would've meant the world if only
they had the slightest truth.

You are my everything.

And you will never know.

O.T. Part XIV: Ang lalaking ihi lang ang pahinga

Working in Makati doesn't mean I'm big-time, it just means I have no-time for anything else.

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The road less travelled is a difficult and lonely path. Whoever strays away from what is accepted as normal should be prepared to be laughed at, shunned away, scorned upon. But those that laugh are insignificant, they haven't the strength nor courage to find their own way. What they do is normal and accepted, and most probably being done by everyone else already. Normal is synonymous to average is synonymous to commonplace.
Then there are those that lead, inspire, and find their own way in this sea of uncertainties. Travelling alone, lonely, battered, exhausted. Then to find an uninhabited island, to claim it as his own, to make it a paradise of his own design.
These are the people that we now come in droves to, dressed up all clean and spiffy, and clamor to be part of their company. All the while thinking it might also happen to us, but won't.

With great power...

...gets the girl!

Now I know why Spiderman 2 is such a hit! Everything about it so cool cool cool cool! The CGI effects were impeccable, the action sequences were gut-wrenching, and the comedy was smart and witty. The fight scenes were definitely awesome and ruthless, they were what you would expect from a clash of two beings of superhuman strength.
What I liked about it so much was that it wasn't just a movie about the exploits of the amazing Spiderman, but also the personal struggles of Peter Parker. Even the conflicts of MJ, Harry, Aunt May, and Doc Oc. It's a damn good movie, good enough to leave work and play hooky just to go see it.

broken heart... who cares?

What's so scary about falling for someone? Is it the sleepless nights, neglected meals, awkward moments? The moments when your eyes meet and you purposely flick your eyes in another direction, but with her still having your complete focus. Or if she or someone else will notice that you covertly took her picture. Or the smiles that you unsuccessfully try to hide.

It's the rejection of course, when she rejects and denies ever having you in her life. When you hold her hand and she breaks away. When you can't do anything but sit and watch and wonder if she will ever look at you again without a pinch of contempt in her lips. When all you can do is wait for the time when she is completely lost from your life.

My angel... the heartbreaker.

But my heart's been broken countless times before, and look I'm still here. Your smile still takes away all my weariness, and gives me strength to mend a heart you've crushed.

don't take my AK47 away

Four minutes.
I'm gonna have to run the rest of the way up to the clock. I'll just have to park, but here comes manong with his mirror-on-a-pole. I'm sure it'll just be a negligible delay.

Three minutes.
Oh yes manong, I keep a weapon cachet on the underside of my vehicle. That's a rocket propelled grenade jutting out where the muffler is supposed to be. What, my trunk? There's nothing there but a spare tire and a few dismembered body parts.

Two minutes.
Just let me in, if I were a terrorist and wanted to make headlines, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't bomb a parking area. No one will shed tears and boo the government for a dozen destroyed cars ans SUVs.

One minute.
Within the last stretch of my struggled race from bed to desk, not the traffic along morning EDSA but the unoptimized use of both elevators that proved the insurmountable challenge.

Zero.
As both elevators' doors open with a ding, a body-clock six stories above switches into red ink with a clack.

Aw hell, might as well go for that apple pie.

late night friday

We were laughing, having fun; dancing, jerking around,
You were conversing with your friends, oblivious to our racuous merriment.
Our attention to an antiquated accessory, a pair of large yellow-tone sunglasses.
We kept trying it on for amusement, looking ridiculous in turn.
Then you put them on.
And I couldn't find anything to laugh about.
For looking at me was an angel, of flowing midnight-dark hair and her accentuated eyes that beamed brighter than any star.
The fool instantly lost in her gaze.

My angel... the killjoy.

You took away my one reason to laugh, and you gave me all the reasons to smile.

that damn bus

While driving to work, I came across this bus that was entirely painted in a well-known pizza food chain theme. The memory of the encounter would've been completely lost and forgotten as the gargantuan traffic obstruction passed (with me casting a few curses up his direction), but illustrated on a rear window was a man with a celphone supposedly inside but desperately trying to see the number for the pizza delivery. I'm sure that made at least one driver smile that morning.

It can only be described as... silly. But quite an effective marketing technique. It was the only thing in my mind that morning. And I'm sure it'll pop up even after a few months later. While other brands try to outdo each other by making their commercials look "cool" (a beer brand and telco come to mind), its the silly ones that win with brand name recall. How can we ever forget commercials with lines such as "Kitang kita, mas malaki sa ***a", or the Nano-nano jingle?

We forgot all about the cool guys and girls and their "in" hairdos and wardrobe. We forgot all about your celebrity talk and your machismo walk. Because what we remember are the people that stayed with us, our small talks, our late night phone calls, our embarassing moments.

Those $&#@! buses... I'll break off their steering wheels and smack their wrists with it.

lather, rinse, repeat

How many mornings have we successfully woken up, eaten breakfast, brushed, showered, dressed-up, then went to work/school without even a single conscious thought?

routine.

I'm actually grateful for the thirty minutes that my mind won't have to process the repetitious rituals I've been doing for the past ten years or so. It's amazing when an hour has passed without our realizing it. There's nothing really enjoy or relish in brushing teeth. Or celebrate the wonders and intricacies of preparing corned beef.
But how much time each day are we really in this clockwork mindset? Officework, going to Church, even relationships we sometimes do out habit. Then everything we do everyday becomes ritual; routine. Everything becomes predictable, nothing's left to enjoy or examine.

tedious.

Live the moment. Find the magic in typing, debugging, eating lunch, or walking down to the terminal. There are the small details we never saw because we didn't even try to see. Find it in the akward grace in her step, or the smile at the corners of her mouth. It's not so amazing when ten years has passed without our realizing it.