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| Of fire and water. |
[06 Mar 2009|12:17pm] |
Woke up prematurely at 9:30am. Tried to sleep again. Finally got out of bed by 11am. Got some coffee, hoping it would wake me from my stupor. Coffee failed. Will opt to buy some energy drink later on.
There are some big events coming this weekend. Later on in the afternoon, I will be watching Watchmen with KT peeps. I suspect it will be around 6pm, so that'll give me a window of 1 extra hour to take a nap. Tomorrow, it will be the Eraserheads concert, and I surmise I'll see some familiar faces around (including, but not limited to: KT peeps, TK peeps, some old friends from college).
I am certainly enjoying this "vacation" I took. It'll be a while until I start moving the gears of time again.
At the homefront, I have started once again to level up my Druid. And take some much needed sleep. And watch some movies and anime.
Outside, the sun is beaming birghtly, so much that it scorches the skin. I miss the comfort of donning my jacket just to stave off the cold. The days of summer are starting all over again, with birds chirping outside, and afternoons spent lazing off on the hammock. Or twilights tinged with a glint of red and gold. Heat haze and all, memories stir upon my old bedraggled mind.
And after that, the slow and paceful trickling of rain once summer ends.
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| The best laid plans of mice and me |
[07 Jan 2009|03:30pm] |
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I had been having a bad day. Woke up pretty late, was almost late for work because the bus I alighted took the Sucat-Bicutan route, my throat was parched the entire time I was taking calls, my TC gave me a flunking QA grade, and I spent a whole hour in sluggish traffic on my way home and opted to just walk when I can't take it anymore.
So imagine my surprise and delight when a yellow package was awaiting my arrival. Inside was a very carefully sealed and protected near mint hardcover of The Sandman: The Dream Hunters. Accompanying the yellow package were two more notices from the post office. I suspect one would be for the other Dream Hunters, and the second one would be for the perfumes from Blackphoenix Alchemy Lab.
I didn't expect them to arrive until next week, giving the post offices of both the US and our own enough time to sort out the mail after the holidays. The two Dream Hunters were from ebay, the perfumes from the lovely Beth and the Lab. I'll get the two other pending packages tomorrow, probably after work.
This would be the culmination of my efforts. I was able to purchase things I wouldn't normally be able to buy anywhere. I think I have allayed my fears of ordering online. And I look forward on doing more.
Now, if I can only find a bank I could rob.
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| To buy or not to buy... Is that a question? |
[13 Dec 2008|03:50am] |
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I have been working my arse off to snag me some much needed things. Which means things ordinary people don't buy, but I unusually find it a necessity anyway.
First up on the list is a WoW expansion, Wrath of the Lich King. It's the main reason why I took the job. Ironically, this is the only thing I haven't purchased yet.
Second, are thoughts of acquiring some perfumes I've been meaning to buy but have been pushed at the back of my mind (where it had settled comfortably) for over a year now. I've already mentioned this before, the enticing products of www.blackphoenixalchemylab.com which has rather intrigued me. In order to do so, I've already set up my own PayPal account (and bugged a couple of people which I won't mention), won over my hesitation of ordering online, and now awaiting on the Click and Ship email for USPS. Don't worry, I'll give you a sniff if we ever meet and I haven't yet fully consumed the bottle or imps.
Other things, I've already bought and given away. Birthday present for my nephew (ehem, godson) on his 7th. The much needed (and clamored for) blowout for the family. And something special for the dearest.
And yet, I'm still itching to spend more of it. Just last week, I caught sight of a $22 The Sandman: Dream Hunters HC on Ebay. And there's also that $40 starting bid on The Sandman bookends.
Somebody bonk me in the head. Yes please. Something blunt if you may.
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| What went on while I was away |
[07 Nov 2008|01:02am] |
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A few months back, a friend once enthused that, "Pare, di ka naging parte ng henerasyon natin kapag di ka nakapagtrabaho sa call center kahit minsan." Which I took to heart, seeing the subtle wisdom in it.
Two weeks ago, I did exactly that.
It's been a strikingly weird experience. I can't say I was shocked. I've heard the stories before, knew the nuances, fed on the inanities and the outpouring of rage. Now, driven by necessites and an unrelenting curiousity, I figured I could give it a try. After all, what can I lose.
Except of course my sense of finding the profound in the mundane.
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Obama wins the election, and America finds itself in the throes of change. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sundaecone already has a post on it, and I gladly thank her for reminding me on what's happening in the world today.
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Scents have always aroused my attention and piqued my interest. Eternally accompanying my memories, they have been indexes on the most acute moments. The smell of peaches and summer that reminds me of first love. The aroma of cheap alcohol and cherished time with friends. The tang of biting wind and joyous holidays. The scent of rain going on for days, and the depression that comes with it.
I believe that scents will always hold an enchantment on me.
So it comes as no surprise when I, bored out of my wits earlier today, found myself browsing the catalog of Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. Quite an interesting list. I wonder which ones I'll be ordering once I save up some money...
It might be a good idea for you to check it out, too, in case you got stricken with the same malady.
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Right, off to bed.
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| To each and everyone, their dues |
[20 Oct 2008|09:17pm] |
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Last Friday was the reckoning. I was weighed, and found too smoky. And sluggish, too.
( For those of you thinking ''WTF is he onnnnn?!?'' )
My medication, as fate (having a sense of humor) would have it, is a daily dose of 80mg aspirins in the form of Aspilets. Then back again to the lab after 3 months for another round of blood testing.
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I've been concocting this particular story in my mind for a few months now. I meant to put it into writing, when I had the time and the attention it requires. It's been continously put off amongst the plethora of things I needed to do, or was meant to do. Lately though, I can't ignore it like before.
I already have a start, and an ending. The middle part is where I'm encountering the troubles, as it still needs a lot of trimming and organizing, and a little help from friends. Perhaps one day I'll summon up the courage to wrestle it out of my mind and put it down for good.
It's the story of Ouroboros. Our story.
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A funny thing happened when I was on my way to the hospital. As I was boarding a jeepney, I heard a voice crying out my name. Turned out it was my grade school classmate, back from Qatar for a month of vacation. It's been years since I saw her. First thing I noticed was that she is still vertically inept. :D Next came the observation that she got, pardon my impertinence, fat. And as I was arguing with myself if I'm meant to be honest or whether her condition necessitated an explanation to dispel my uncouthness, she unleashed a deluge of polite pleasantries. With it came tidings that she recently bore a child (which unravelled the mystery), and her recent account of where she'd been, what she'd been doing, and how she yearned to communicate with our old classmates. And that she is doing great, she tells me.
She asks me how I've been, how I'm doing, if I've had my own family. I pause for a while, then mutter something incomprehensible. And she nods, pretending to understand, oblivious to my reply.
I realize amidst the conversation we're imagining to have, we've been living in different worlds. She's well grounded, I'm still free spirited. She's off to live her good life, I'm meaning to find mine. She's still glamorous, I'm still unadorned. The contrast of her fortuity and my plight struck me starkly. Why? Because once, we were fools to think we were inseparable. Because when we were young, we used to think (and the people around us) that we would end up together.
Time intervened and thought otherwise. And we all moved on.
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[15 Oct 2008|10:41pm] |
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Had to go to the hospital today to retrieve the results of my medical exam last week. I've had this weird condition of my arms having spotted white discoloration, giving the impression of someone who is akin to a dalmatian. It usually happens when I'm cold or hungry or suffering from lack of sleep. Though I scoffed and brushed off my predicament as something serious, it was beginning to alarm the people I'm around with. So I had it checked. At first, the doctor thought it was some kind of fungal infection and just a case of tinia versicolor. But when he further saw how it went and poked and pressed things on my arm and how the spots behaved strangely (which made him rather quite curious), he had decided he needed more tests to be done. And then off I went the next day to have my blood taken, 7 vials all in all. Today I got the results, and to see the doctor again. He noticed that I had a higher number of RBC on my CBC exam, which he thinks is unusual. So off again will I go on Friday, to see a hematologist this time. Now I'm beginning to doubt myself if this is indeed not worthy of consternation. On Friday I will know.
Also had my Hepa A & B vaccine today, and will have them again next month. My left arm feels heavy and a little numb because of that.
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My World of Warcraft account has currently expired its game time. I've been busying myself trying to get that mount off Baron Rivendare when it happened, so I'm on a limbo amidst the undead at Stratholme. I figured I could afford some rest and better wait out the terrible storm that is patch day.
On a note, I've had some good times. I got all the tanking gear I needed to last me up to Wrath of the Lich King, got myself a cool Bear Mount from Zul'Aman, DPS gear all sorted out to reach almost 900 DPS (which is sort of high, modesty aside, for a tanking Druid), and a couple of Moonkin and Resto gear stored in case I feel the urge to change specs. I just regret that I never got to see Illidan in action, never fought Lady Vashj, never saw beyond trash mobs in Sunwell Plateau, never downed Archimonde. And never got that blasted mount off Baron even though I farmed him for almost 3 fucking months. Got the epic sword, though, but since I'm a Druid, I can never use it.
With World of Warcaft settling back in the shadows amongst the things I can busy myself with, I resolved to play Metal Gear Solid 4 on the PS3. Unfortunately, I've never played MGS3 nor Portable Ops, and that is a bigger tragedy indeed.
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And oh yeah, girlfriend's birthday today. I hope you can greet her, I already did. Pretty lonely out there in the call center world I heard. Give her a text, or a hug, or a kiss (she would accept the first, will be bewildered on the second, and look at you with disgust on the third).
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| Missing on life |
[24 Sep 2008|01:51am] |
So, um, yeah. Hullo.
Here I am whiling the time away as I wait for something in particular. I figured I could pass by since I have nothing else to do.
It's been my usual habit not to say anything when I have nothing to say. So I type a few words, then erase it, then type again, then re-write. And in the end, I type nothing at all. This goes true for anything I write, be it a journal entry, or a comment on someone else's, or even a simple reply to an IM. Kind of fickle, if you ask me, which you can ask anyone else and tell you that my sentiment is not only factual, it also is self-defeating.
So there, out of nothing that I can say, I will say nothing. Or at least attempt to say something which isn't self-defeating.
(Nalula ako dun a haha)
Been ages since I've wrote. And talked. And conversed. And I miss a lot of things, namely the luxury and capacity to just blurt out what's on my mind. And to hear people blurt out what's on their mind, too, in response. I miss those things. And I also miss times with friends, be it intoxicated with wine, or just plain sober in the absence of a proper thing to discuss. And I miss going to the movies and afterwards talking and discussing what just went on. And criticizing every bit that didn't make sense. And I miss seeing the sunset. And going home late while holding an umbrella under the rain and getting your whole leg stuck on wet fresh cement. And not minding how the hell you're gonna clean it afterwards.
I just missed. That's all.
And this is an attempt to make it all come back.
I hope it holds. For the better...
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| Long absence, short post |
[24 Dec 2007|04:10pm] |
My recent absence was caused by our PC breaking down. I apologize for that. I'll try to recall the things that happened while I was gone:
1. The Jurassic PC is replaced with some cool-looking one from the future. One good thing about it is that it is now equipped with a liquid coolant. The reason the other one broke down was problems with the fan. Blades were missing so the processor overheated. I dont think this one will burn down any time soon. Everything was overhauled, from the processor (4 muti-cores now), GPU (512MB), HDD (total of 400GB), even the case is now smooth and shiny looking.
2. Neil Gaiman came yet again. Unfortunately, he only did a signing at Subic and not in Manila. And to think me and a couple of friends trooped to Fully Booked Boni High Street earlier than is supposed to. Disappointing. I doubt it's his idea though, and more of it has got to do with Fully Booked (I find myself hating that store and its holier-than-thou owner more and more).
I'll try to post again when I'm in the mood, which is more along the lines of being melancholic and on the verge of depression.
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| To old friends... |
[18 Oct 2007|01:02am] |
So yeah, had a blast tonight. Went to CYMA this evening, had platefuls of scrumptious Greek food, got a few laughs and talked about a lot of things. The affair was made special by "rare pokemons" attending the event. It was, as one Tomo-Kai fellow member suggested, a great gathering of old friends and acquaintances alike. We just wish it happens more often than it does.
Some of the people that were there: Rais, Reynan, Pleasant, Eden, Abel, Anj, Tash and her boyfriend Robert (these two are inseparable), Flor and Sicnarf (so are these two, as they are married), Bamu, Jol, Lloyd, Jason, Denu and Jengga (you'll probably notice by now that the people I conjoin together are couples), Jona, Rose, Bryanne, Majoy, Marj, and one other I forgot.
Kudos to Jengga for the planning.
It was nice to have all these people gather round a good meal and talk about things past. And the conversation can't get any more colorful than with them. Even when we are to say our good-byes and that last minute snapshot that is to be taken again and again and again, we just don't seem to be able to end the night right there and then. It's good to know there are things that ought to be remembered and never forgotten.
And I'll dine and drink to that.
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[11 Oct 2007|03:06am] |
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So. Mmhmm...
I haven't been posting lately, mainly because there's not much to tell. A day gone, a night spent. That's all there is to it.
A few things I would like to tell, though. First up, my PSP's now all fixed. Got the broken analog stick replaced, then had it converted to 3.40OE-A. Of course I was excited, as I'll be able to play the old games that I had here. Metal Gear Acid, that can wait for as long as I care, it sucks anyway. But Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories, I can gawk and laugh and pounce people on that. GTA: Vice City that I played before on the PS2 (before that one broke, too) was a hell of a game. So naturally, I had high expectations for GTA:LCS and I wasn't disappointed. So there. Finally something that I can amuse myself with.
It was only to much surprise and celebration that I found out I could play old PS1 games, too. So after that, there was a lot of scrambling and searching and torrenting old games that I used to love. First on the list, Metal Gear Solid (sorry, but this one remains as my ultimate game). Xenogears came next (haven't finished it yet), Castlevania: Symphony of the Night (gotta love 2D), then Brave Fencer Musashi (that Zelda clone by Square), Chrono Cross (played the prequel, of course I had to play this), Silent Hill (kickass horror), and finally, Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver (best story on the platform, in my opinion). The privilege didn't come with a price, though. Most, if not all, had some glitches, namely the sound. There were bits and pieces of certain games that had choppy audio. But I didn't care. I was much too happy and thankful I could play these beauties once again.
But oh, the euphoria and exhiliration didn't end there. I also learned that I could play pirated PSP games, too! And all could be stored to my memory card! No more buying expensive UMD's, no more drooling on released games that I couldn't afford to acquire. All I had to do is search it out on the net. Ah, how utterly delightful.
I had a few bumps along the way, though. The battery was also broken, so I got it changed and paid a hefty sum for it. A few days after I got the PSP fixed, the analog stick felt stiff, and the movement oftentimes transfixed to the right. Fortunately, I returned to the store where I got it repaired, and they restored it without any charge.
So there. A good and working PSP at last. Now I can't wait to know what else I can do with it.
Also, I have reformatted my PC for the umpteenth time. I really don't know if it's a sign that it will break down any day now. I reckon it's the HD that's reeling from all the punishment it has suffered through the years. The fan also doesn't bode well. From what I've been informed, only 2 blades remain, out of a possible 8. Gotta find a replacement for that soon, too. I had to reinstall everything from the OS, to the apps, to even the minute details I used to tweak this machine with. I just hope it holds out until we get a better substitute.
And oh yeah, bought a whole box of Lucky Strikes last time I went to the grocery. They used to cost around P600+, so I stopped buying them as they were pretty expensive. Luckily though, they cost around P300+ this time.
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[17 Aug 2007|02:23am] |
My mother's leaving in a couple of hours, going to the US. The chaos it will entail is - to exaggerate - monumental. There'll be no authority figure left, sans me, in the house. I had too much dose of accountability and responsibility the last time she left for another country. So I passed up on the opportunity that I take charge.
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My condolences to Lloyd. I didn't know her, so I guess there's not much to say. Could've been interesting to meet her, though, seeing how you turned up to be.
Still, my heart-felt condolences.
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| It's a wide world out there. You could get lost... |
[27 Jul 2007|01:17am] |
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One night, as I was browsing my journal, I got a little curious to the comments that were written on some of the entries. I never really paid much attention to them. I don't know why, but I guess comments on a journal really looks... well, strange. You don't see a lot of diaries with other people's opinion written underneath the author's. Maybe it comes with the technology, but they seem strange to me nevertheless.
(This is not me trying to say that I don't want you people commenting on my entries. That's not it. You could write anything for all I care. :D I would even perhaps encourage you to write some to hold discussions. Really, I'm not that conceited.)
Anyway, some of them were really way weird beyond the usual strangeness. People I don't even know, or hardly knew, were commenting. There's janetgeorgia saying that she would like to talk to me about something important, but didn't want to run any unpleasantness with my girlfriend. The thing is, I didn't have a girlfriend at the time. And I don't know anyone that goes by the name of Janet Georgia. Simply put, I completely don't know the person. I was like, "Who the hell is she? o_O"
Then I took some investigating, found out that she lives in the US, got pregnant by a guy, and by the looks of her last entry, was seemingly alive and happy.
And I was left feeling perplexed on how on earth she knew my LJ.
There's also wintersylph. Well, her location is in close proximity compared to janetgeorgia. At least she's not from the other side of the world, that's for sure. She'd said that she also liked Ragnarok Online, and proceeded to tell who her characters are in particular servers. But the thing is, I also didn't know her. @_@ I've never met her, even in-game.
It's a different case on alwayzcrazy. Well, I knew her, but not a lot. Met her once IRL, met her a lot of times in-game, but didn't really get to talk to each other much. And now that I look back, I hardly knew her, too!
You know what seems stranger than all of these? That they stopped posting at their own journal for quite some time. And now that they're gone, I don't know how to get to know them. I don't know how to contact them. I've searched high and low for them across the internet, all in vain. As if their tracks vanished all of a sudden.
Kinda makes me regretful that I didn't take the time to get to know them, even though I could in an instant. I was thinking that maybe, however fleeting our encounters were, I should have gotten to know who they are, what makes them happy, what makes them cry, their desires, their despairs, their delusions, their dreams.
I guess I should really be thankful. That even for once, people knew me. That for some time, people knew I existed, that I wasn't alone in this part of the world. Communication and connection are hard to attain these days. It's ironic that the very same technology that's supposed to bring us together, drives us apart. We are so engrossed on it, that we forget to talk to each other, tell stories, laugh with each other, console each other. We forgot to be human after all.
(On a side note, my girlfriend confides that nobody visits her journal. She thinks that nobody is interested at her writings. And she also thinks it's beneficial, considering that she would like to hide a lot of things from the world. I don't know what to make of it.)
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| The end begins... |
[24 Jul 2007|01:31pm] |
And so it is. I now have Deathly Hallows, the final installment of the Harry Potter series. The euphoria surrounding it has been lost on me, to tell you quite frankly. I just want it to end, like all beginnings do, as it's supposed to be.
(And no, the book is not really mine. It's my sister's. So apologies to all who wants to borrow it from me.)
Expect me to be out of contact for the next few days, for I'll be consuming the book voraciously. Hwek hwek hwek hwek.
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[13 Jul 2007|01:55am] |
I know it's late, and I'm bound to scold myself again in the morning. It doesn't matter anymore. I'm not tired. I'm not exhausted. I'm just aimless, that's all, without a particular sense of direction. And I'm dying for heaven or hell to just give me a glimpse of what I'm supposed to do, and give me the wit to do it. But beyond all these wanderings, all these journeyings, I've forgotten why I'm here in the first place.
Have you ever wondered how many lives you've touched? Have you ever just stopped and think, "Who are the ones that I've met?" I remember vaguely the people that I knew, their faces stamped in a cluttered mesh of memories. Beneath their meaningless names and indecipherable masks are moments to treasure, even the ones that I would rather throw away. Childhood. Neighbors. Grade School. High School. College. Orgs. The Internet. These and all others, are what had made my life a teeming hodge-podge of laughter, grief, anger, fear, and regret.
It all seems strange now, the past. Utterly alien, foreign, desolate. The people that I've met, I wonder how they're doing now? Would their plight be any different had I not met them, had I not known them? Would I be any different?
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| Growing up |
[13 Mar 2007|05:48am] |
It's been a journey. I've been a crybaby, a spoiled brat, a spooked first-grader, a boorish grade-schooler, a boastful freshman, a timid senior, an optimistic college student, a free-spirited teenager, a lazy worker, a brooding writer, an irresponsible friend, and a heart-broken lover. Despite being all these things, an important aspect of life continuously eludes me. I have failed, time and time again, to grow up.
I've heard of people saying it happens to all of us. The transition from infant to child to a man is not always pleasant, but we all get to do it, one way or another. We've all been there. We've always had someone to tell us that it's time to grow up. Or ourselves reminding us to. But somehow, we refuse to abide by the rules, to act reasonably, to think the way other grownups do.
I still remember when I didn't want to be obedient. When I was a child my mother used to tell me to wash my hands after I've played in the streets. I didn't always heed her advice. The punishment to that was me having a stomache. 20 years later, it has changed to me feeling guilty about something I've done.
Everybody used to say, there are rules that are in place to make our lives easier. There are systems that are kept in check to make ourselves not having to go through all that bloody mess. But somehow, it didn't feel like it. Do you remember when you last broke the rules? Did you also feel that it was stupid, that you're much better off not following it? And then afterwards learning that indeed, you should've listened?
I've never really liked change. I think I never will. And I think I'll refuse to grow up until I have to.
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It's 4:30, Christmas morn. I've been awake mostly by beer and chicken, my stomach aches, and I have no space to lie my back and get that shut-eye. Half of the house is already asleep, and half of it is playing bet-all (a card game, much like a poor-man's poker). I've been sitting here in front of the comp, reminiscing on memories past, the images sweeping by me in droves. I had not felt much more alone, despite the company of home.
It's been a while. Friends had come and gone. They've gone to build careers of their own, and have begun to live what life has to offer them. I've relied on them so much, I have been mendicant on small emotions that bring me joy and sadness, appreciation of everything that I have, and scorn of what I haven't. They've been so much of a support. I had good times, and found solace in the fact that come what may, problems can be solved on cases of beer and bottles of cheap wine and whiskey. They're good people. But I still remain a fool.
It's been a rollercoaster ride. I had pride in how I view things differently. People had called me strage, weird, aloof, anti-social, philosophical, thoughtful, a gentleman, and all sorts of labels. I was comfortable in my zone. But now that reality had reared its ugly head, I am now doubtful.
I feel drunk.
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[24 Dec 2006|10:15pm] |
It took a friend's blog to make me want to write again.
As I sat there wondering how funny and interesting it could be, I remembered what it's like to write things on something, and then going back after few months or maybe some years, then just read what you wrote. Things could turn out sad, or they could make you laugh, or make you wonder what you've been doing all these years. But mostly, it will make you feel nostalgic. Yeah, I wanted to do it again. I want myself to go reading again on some rant or post or mumblings that's driving me insane and wasn't struck with laziness to write it down.
Thank you for your insights and your thoughts. I had enjoyed them very much. They made me laugh. They made me sad. They made me smile. But most of all, they made me want to write again.
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[15 Jul 2005|02:24am] |
I was about to abandon this part of my life, but recent events have forced me to think otherwise. I guess I was only too excited and too enthusiastic about what went on these past few days that I felt compelled to write something about it, lest the memory slips away.
When my friends and I pondered on the idea that Neil Gaiman, renowned author of the Sandman series and a personal favorite, would come to this part of the world, we immediately dismissed the idea at once. We thought that it was too far out to come true. A friend at that time said, "In our dreams, yeah, maybe." Ironically, it did happen.
Neil Gaiman came here at July 9-11, for a booksigning job that the British Council organized (unto which Fully Booked, a local bookstore, hogged all the limelight). I learned about his upcoming visit months before, so I made some necessary plans for this great event. This is the moment we have all been dreaming about. It was so shocking and unexpected (the Gaiman visit) that when it did occur, we are still dumbfounded days after.
Some details I would be willing to share:
*Neil "doodled" on my copy of Endless Nights and Dreamhunters. He draw a Morpheus and a fox, respectively.
*Throughout the course of the booksigning, I gave him two "presents": a necklace with a coral I kept for the longest time; and a piece of paper on which his name is written in our ancient style of writing, the Alibata.
*I had 7 of his works signed, namely: Endless Nights, Dreamhunters, Brief Lives, Smokes and Mirrors, Death High Cost of Living, The Kindly Ones, and Sandman Book of Dreams.
*Adulation and admiration may be some of the things one can give to a favored person. Extreme fanaticism is not.
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[24 Jan 2005|07:26am] |
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People had been clamoring that I write again in this journal. It really has been a long time since I wrote something worthwhile, something to ponder upon. But that is exactly the reason why I havent been writing for the longest time. I have stopped pondering things and begun to live them.
So, farewell is all I leave you, but it is as existential as the very dreams we rise up from everytime we wake up. I know that I shall come back, but until then, I'll dream as I please.
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