1.26.2007

maybe i'm amazed

Slits of my problems were stitched up. It was a priceless moment when everyone was a child drawing a playful atmosphere. It was a memorable experience that I would include in my short list of the finest. I had mentioned about my frustrations and disappointments well, I’ve flushed it out of my system. We had our retreat and it was an undeniably a memorable one. It was intentionally to recover and to restore our relationship with our colleagues. Well, we had our own differences and we normally come across a handful of difficult situations but we’ve managed to patch it up.

I entered college having a number of friends. Let’s just say, sometimes people tend to choose a dire path appealing their bitter nature. I’ve lost a friend three years ago. The relationship naturally died. She was in her troubling situation and I’ve been an ass not to pull her out of it. Instead, we stood far from her and breathe her bitterness with hatred and anger.

We’ve been her friends for just 5 five weeks I think, but everything was just so nice that it felt like those 5 weeks has been 5 years of fun, silliness and laughter. We stopped talking. We kept on ignoring though we had all our classes under one section. But last night drained down all the hesitations, bitterness and guilt. It was just two strong words and a hug that gave optimism to our once rotten friendship. It’s not too late to catch up and start over. She has been my friend and it shall hang about for years more.

One of my college friends had a little bumpy situation in the past couple of months. I met him just in college and learned that we both came from Lasalle GreenHills. Maybe it was a thing that made us a little closer and we both ride along our immaturity and silliness. In Architecture, prioritizing is a huge deal in working with plate requirements and above all when you’re working with friends. It’s hard to work in groups when your head is troubling at something else. Personal struggles are inclined to test our strength in handling ourselves with others. Sometimes we just hang loose ignoring our dangling problem as we are unconsciously risking the unnecessary over our priorities.

My friend has sunk in his tangled worries unintentionally jeopardizing his group and his friends. Everything was just awfully stirring, his girlfriend, his family, and then his friends. Emptiness wrapped him up with doubts, hesitations and confusion. He distanced himself from us giving him ample of time to think. I never took side, both are my friends but it seemed like he needs my company more. I’ve been patiently listening and discovered a lot more of his sincerity and seriousness when it comes to sensitive matters. He’s real, he receives every criticism with humility and understanding.

Last night has filled the gaps with closure. It was a simple instruction: say something positive to the person in front of you. The simplicity of the activity turned out to be a humbling conclusion to every slit of our concealed problems. I realized how complex that simple instruction could be. I realized how hard it is to sincerely say something positive to someone for 15 seconds. You ran out of words as you recall your highschool vocabulary intending to say something nice to the person before you. I frequently said “thank you” as if it was considered an adjective now.


When it was time for me to listen, I realized how weak I was with my emotions. I can write paragraphs expressing my emotions but I can’t handle it in person. I cried. I shed tears. I am emotionally frail. After hearing those kind words from two friends I stopped. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t continue. I couldn’t handle the emotional tension it pushes on me. I couldn’t hear more. I was literally stepping back. My friends have been there since I entered college, it hasn’t been a perfect ride since then but we still have our breaks together. I really can’t explain why. I was just crying.

I was amazed when the persons who are not really that close to me are apparently appreciating my presence. These persons sincerely said the nicest things and I’ve realized how influential I was in playing my role. I never expected such persons to remember the simplest things that I had shared with them. You guys are amazing.

The retreat was a humbling realization intended for companionship. It was a good experience. Such rare moments when everyone had loosen up. Last night has been a surge of growth for me particularly in my emotional life and purpose. The idea was aimed to recreate our approach in friendship. I learned pretty much as I do every constructive activity. I’ve been appreciated as a friend to the most unexpected and I’ll carry on and remain as humble. Thank you so much, you’ve all helped me alleviate my character.

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1.25.2007

must get out

I’ve posted an entry of my pestering frustration and I realized sobering could take a while, not with these newly-adopted depressing terrors pinning me down. It could be, or it is most likely my fault. I’ve distanced myself from my family by frequently going out. Look, I’ve been drooling for fun for weeks now and I don’t see it as bad as it would turn out. It’s all fucked up.

I don’t fit recently in school. I’ve been going out with my previous highschool cronies and somehow I don’t fit pretty much now with my college friends. I’ve skipped several classes due to my excessive going out, and it seemed school changed into a different frustrating crowd. Yesterday I heard that I almost failed a subject due to my absences. Look, my classes start at 7! 7am! It’s 7 in the morning??!! Agh. How couldn’t they understand? Just an hour missing and my college math will be all fucked up. My Life hasn’t’ been that amusing lately.

Since I turned my computer on, I’ve been playing Youth Group's cover of “Forever Young”. I’ve been listening to this song, just this song, like I have no other tracks on my computer. I don’t know, I find myself coddling with the lyrics and feel unruffled somehow. It's a good song. The song expresses a fear in death or aging. I have a little fear of aging and it’s more of losing time and the chances to accomplish a lot of dreams and stuff.

This song has been making me happy for minutes now. It draws a full-scale smile on my face. It’ll leave me happy for a few hours then probably sick in hell for days yet again.

Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not

Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power, but we never say never
Sitting in a sand-pit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men.

Can you imagine when this race is run
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders, we're getting in tune
The music's played by the mad men

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever?
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever?

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody, some are the beat
Sooner or later they all be gone
Why don't they stay young?

It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
and diamonds are forever

So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs that we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging out of the blue

We let them come true

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever?
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever?




1.22.2007

scabby sunday

I’m grounded. What a sad tale. I’m grounded for no definite time and I hate to talk about it. Anyway it’s Sunday and I've been killing myself with boredom. The old mumbling priest did his echoing homily about a story of an employee and his dog and I swear it was stupid. I didn’t see the link between his story and his homily. I may sound rude but what kind of a holy ape would prepare such shitty story as that? An employee and his dog, getting an ice cream.. what the? I swear.. it was stoopid.

I know I should still be in there with my family but I just can’t bear the forced grin in my face. I went out to get some air and took time to write. I’m not riding home with my folks, maybe I’ll just walk clutching my frustration and gradually try to let it go. I need to sober my anger. I’m grounded! I need space.

Well anyhow, a nosy man behind me is sneakily reading. He thinks I can’t see him from my peripheral. He can now probably see that I’m writing a handful of stupidity.. where in he's a party of it. Anyway, so to that old mumbling priest.. uhh I swear take a break or something or perhaps totally forget priesthood, leave those committed catholics away from your fucked up homilies. And lastly for the readers, I apologize for my illogical thoughts.




1.17.2007

a much loved occupation

So they say a journal is supposedly up to date right? Well, I have pages of thoughts detailing the past few days and it has been a fuss when to write it. I’m afraid I’ll offer a few words of apology but I’ll post pretty more often. My head needs to breathe for a while. I have to take some time off from being scrutinized by my own psyche. I’ve taken so much crap along the way and I need to provide more rooms for the shits that we run into every single day in our lives.

Since I’ve been a very hectic person lately, my busy mode has streamed into my vessels and I was desperately searching for something to do. Just this morning I was bloodily cutting through my collection for older cranberries cds. I did find No need to argue, the cranberries’ second album. Full of considerable melodic ideas ringing in your ears. It was a surprise that I’ve kept such music. No need to argue, an album of social agony, yearning and resentment… a relatable moody concept.

This is the most pleasurable thing that I do. Listening to my cds as I stare blankly in my room, if not I’m carelessly singing out loud or worse I’m frantically dancing in the dark. It’s such an untroubled mood forgetting your life for a while when a song makes you feel such way. This just means that in whatever way, that singer and that writer can shape back my ego.


I like music. I adore my cds. Music explains to me my situation and my mood. Like Radiohead’s Paranoid Android, the ironies in my head get clearer and clearer as the guitars pluck faster and sharper as you play through it. Its unpredictable stirring melody that purely defines my emotion. "Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest, From all the unborn chicken voices in my head.." As the song fades through its verses, my emotion follows it like an untracked tram snaking in the air.

Try listening to Radiohead’s OK computer. It’s simply enigmatic. Substantial petty words are stuffed throughout some songs but it’s electrifying concept and ideas struck me inevitably. Irony perfectly kicks in songs playing with different themed sections. The record laid excitement in cycling tempos menacing unpredictability and their music has no injected pretensions. This record is just the finest for me.

Anyway, my classes won’t start that early tomorrow so I have ample time to waste. It’ll be again a night of unconscious brooding of stuff not really worth thinking. Hence, I’ll try not to, besides I have a hundred more cds to pay attention to.

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1.13.2007

juggling like a clown

My living has been awfully preoccupied. Most likely, I can broadly and extensively define the words: busy, stress, and pressure. I’m almost too busy for anything. I’m too busy to watch tv, too busy to go out, too busy to blog, too busy to fool around, uh too busy to shower?? I can feel the pressure weighing down on my back. I can feel the stress horridly plowing from my shoulders.

School is getting horribly demanding lately. I’ve been working six days a week with an average of 10 hours per day. It’s even worse when minor subjects would give irrelevant stupid assignments robbing our expensive Sunday. I miss my tv hours, I miss my dvds, I miss my computer, I miss staring blank in my room, I miss my life. Free time is what I long for the most.

For two paragraphs now I’ve been crabby. Perhaps I shouldn’t be complaining. Besides, everything that I’ve been doing now is what I chose. I chose to be busy, I chose to be stressed, I chose to be pressured because I took hold of this course. I should have prepared myself for these. I just can’t figure out how to steadily juggle all these stuff in my head. It might reach to the point of seriously losing my sanity. All I need now is a sense of stability in juggling. I should take these things lightly and moderately instead of amplifying the loads that I need to work on.




scruffy dreaming

At times I don’t see you for a day,
At times I don’t see you for a week.
I’ve been thinking about you,
No break on the skylight’s peek.

Your grin is on my wall,
And shit you stained my bed.
Been thinking about you,
You smoothly blush my aura red.

I’ve been thinking about you,
I make you flatter every night.
Dude I’m playing with myself,
Dreams are lurking and I won’t fight.

Shit! 'know I can’t love you,
Now my head is on tussle.
Scruffy-he has you now,
More than that I can’t struggle.

I’ve been thinking about you,
Perhaps somehow could you care?
I’ve been thinking to lay you,
Ask him if we could share?




1.12.2007

in sepia

I read that buildings like people, should be photographed in a way that brings out an individuality and character. These buildings possess such grungy and somber appeal so I thought of highlighting it with sepia. Both pictures were taken on a dull, cloudy day and luckily it appeared gray and boring as I prefer. I know it's a little weird but for a change I'd rather take dramatically boring structure than taking buildings bathed in warm and beautiful golden light. I prefer shots that reflect unpredicatability. I prefer something dull, turning it beautiful or something magnificent and turning it dull. I believe good shots can be taken without concerning much on the handbook.

*** And about our dog, a lot of my friends and relatives are really asking well our maid found her last tuesday. A neighbor kept her in for a while and reported it to the security or something. Thanks neighbor! There are perhaps a few strangers whom you can still trust.




1.01.2007

bonne année?

“What is going on?!” I awoke at 9-something a.m. and dragged my lethargic body down the stairs as I repetitively say these words over again. I was yawning with mouth agape and forcing to see with my heavy eyelids. Everyone was panicky, my mom was on the phone, my dad was grabbing his keys, my sisters were walking in circles, our maid was quivering and I was still like uhh What is going on?! I figured my brain would function better with cereal or milk or something. As I snatch a bowl from the cupboard, I overhear my mom on the phone and learned that our dog is missing.

I took my mom’s keys and drove around our village as my sisters stick their heads out looking and calling our dog’s name. It was a day before new year’s eve and we were looking desperately for a dog. After a few turns and wasted gasoline not even a single woof was heard. We’ve asked the security guards and anyone we thought of asking and nobody could give any info.

Eventually I figured that our dog is a bit scared of firecrackers and it’s nearly new year’s eve. It sucks to keep her outside but she messes up our furniture. Our shitty little neighbors were doing a pre-new year firecracker-show-off or something. She probably got scared last night and ran away. But where could she be?

How could a dog gets lost in our freaking’ subdivision? Our streets are neatly arranged and there are signs everywhere, anyone without any sense of direction could not misplace himself. No but seriously, I heard dogs piss for like every block to keep their direction. So did she forget to pee or did she pee all her thing in one spot? And I suppose dogs have this keen sense of smell and couldn’t she track us down? We have wasted minutes of gasoline checking every block and corner of our village and we haven’t seen any sign of her.

We love this dog so bad and she’s like the spoiled one (next to me I guess) in the family. We gave her clothing, food, shelter and how could we ever resist her naïve sheep-ish look? She’s very much pampered with praises, compliments, admirations and affections. And why would she consider running away from us. Wouldn’t she? It has been a day now since we last saw her. Optimism is what we need. For now I’ll keep on looking at our window, eat, live and await her return.

This sucks. What a way to start the year. How could I say "Happy" New Year when we’re grieving over a lost dog?




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