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Or the other way around: ASA KA NAMAN. Feeling mo makakapasok ka dito di mo nga masagot ng derecho lahat ng tinanong namin. OK KA LANG? Shared? Sealed? Di mo masagot? Come on! MCP ka diba? You don't even deserve that title. Ano? KAKASA KA? Mag'call center ka nalang! O baka bumagsak ka pa don!
Haha! I'm harsh. Anyway, I didn't expect anything so, better luck next time. :)
The Big Top
June 22, 2009
Saturday. 10 AM. Narealize kong wala talagang laman ang wallet ko. Hindi rin excuse na birthday ko naman enge naman extra. Pero kailangan kong subukan.
Yes. Two hundred. Pwede na 'to, tipid lang tutal may 60 pa kong barya sa wallet ko. SYET TIPID. Tinext ko kaagad si Rm para iinform.
12 NN. Petix parin ako. Gusto ko kasing ihabol yung job level ni Gibb, na Wizard na ngayon, kahit na alam kong hindi tamang nagplantsa ako ng PINK na polo shirt. Paulit-ulit kong sinasabi sa sarili ko na "DUDE, hindi sa Letran ang punta mo, sa GIG dude."
1 PM. Hindi uubra ang conyo sa rakista. Nagplantsa ulit ako after maligo. Isang black at isang white. Pili pili. Sobrang init. Nagtext si Rm na papunta na daw sila sa SM. Dude hurry up.
130 PM. Umalis ako. Naka-white ako. Parang pupunta lang sa mall ang get up ko.
230 PM. Nakasakay na kami ng Baclaran. DUDE ANG TRAPIK. Syempre, si Rm kasama ko, obviously, LAUGHTRIP to. At tama nga ko. Lahat ng trip. Tuksuhin sa text si Tine ng UYY SOBRANG CHEESY dahil hindi makakasama at susunduin daw ng boylet, balaking i'SPAM ng text si Jaylyn ng UYY CHEESY MUSTA NA?, at as usual, pag-usapan si Jason at ang kanyang kayamanan. Ang saya talaga sa tropa namin. Ang daming nakakatuwang mga bagay. Normal, pero nakakatuwa. Haha! Syempre di ako nakaligtas. *Mr. Controversial*, *Camwhore of the Night*, *Loudest Veggie*
Ngayon ko lang nalaman na part pala si Ariel ng Chicosci. Haha! Ang bobo. May nakita pa kami ni Rm sa bus. Uy.
4 PM. MRT-3. Edsa-Taft to Ortigas Station. Magkatabi na kami pero kami parin magkatext. Sobrang lakas trip pati yung mga walang kamalay-malay nadadamay. Haha! BULGAR lang talaga si Rm tumawa, I mean, humalakhak. Lahat kasi napapatingin pag bigla syang tatawa. Hahaha! Ako naman, sanay na. Haha!
430 PM. Naglalakad na kaming Ortigas. Dumaan sa tapat ng SM Mega A. Lumipat sa likod ng street. NASAN NA SI METROWALK. Kumaliwa kami sa may MAJOR INTERSECTION. Hindi pala dun yun. Tinuro ko kung san yung building na gold, at yung Ortigas Park na tambayan ng Xception dati. Haha. Bumalik kaming J. Vargas, sabi ko, C-5 yata talaga yun. Tama nga.
Isang AMAZING RACE 'to. Ang catch, makikinig ka lang para malaman mo ang destination. Natunton din namin ang METROWALK. Kaso, nasa kabilang kalye sya kaya kailangan tumawid---ang layo ng tinawiran namin uy.
5 PM. Napunta kami sa ibang stage. Di ko alam tawag dun pero naalala ko lang nagperform si DANITA. Gusto kong lumapit. Nakita ko na si Danita sa TV at alam kong maganda sya. Sayang.
530 PM. Nahanap din namin ang ROCK STAGE. After ng mahabang pila at inspection, nakapasok kami sa loob. Noon ko lang napagtantong maling mali ang get up ko. Haha! Dun sa isang stage kasi, tama lang, pang'chill. Iba ang atmosphere ng Rock Stage. Pang'ROCK talaga.
Darkness. Nandito lahat ng pinagsakluban ng langit at lupa. Mga batang itim. Mga mahal ang kakaibang musika. Mga rakista. Mga rakista. Hindi ako.
Medyo nakakaintimidate lumapit. Nahihiya narin ako kasi first time ko at hindi man lang ako prepared. Pero ANO NGAYON MGA PAKER KAYONG LAHAT. (Inisip ko nalang.) Haha! Pero gusto ko yung audience, magulo. Iskwater daw ang dating pero ganun talaga yun eh. Libre naman kasi yung concert. Naku, conyos beware.
Ibang klase ang musika. I disconnected myself from the others para makinig. I enjoyed everything, kahit nakatayo lang dun buong gabi. Nakakapanginig yung BASS. Nakakachill yung mga sigaw. Kakaiba, pero ayaw mong itigil. Siguro nasobrahan na yung mga tao sa paligid ko ng ganitong musika, kaya ang tawag na sa kanila, mga ADIK.
Hilera. The Ambassadors. Oremuz. Ilan lang sa naalala ko. Napakadaming headbanging, slam'an, at *energy balls* na napakawalan.
Naisip kong hindi kami pwedeng magpagabi. Babae kasama ko.
730 PM. After nung isang band ay umalis na kami pabalik ng Megamall. Kumain muna. Galit-galit sa sobrang gutom. Ni'wrap up lahat ng activity sa araw na yun at tinawanan nalang ang mga bagay na dulot ng paninibago.
9 PM. Uwian na. Salamat Ortigas. Salamat Pulp Mag. Salamat FETE DE LA MUSIQUE 2009-METROWALK.
Di ko masyadong ma'describe dahil hanggang ngayon naninibago parin ako. Pero AYOS. Hehe.
Boys Don't Cry
June 11, 2009
I'm not feeling well. Para akong lalagnatin anytime. Though I don't think it's A(H1N1). Hindi naman ako nakikiuso.
I feel weak from what happened. Halos buong araw ako nagprepare kahapon for my interview this day. I prepared a 20-page portfolio to their request. I even called their office to confirm today's event. But I ended up slapped in the face with my own stupidity.
I thought I was prepared. I thought--.
I arrived early in Magallanes station. One hour before 11 AM. I knew the street I was going to--Chino Roces Extension. Last night there was a news on TV that a robbery happened in the street next to it-Amorsolo. From Magallanes MRT-3 station, I decided to walk so I could find the place myself.
SHIT. I forgot the building number.
I stayed a little at MiniStop to text some friends for help. It was on the web site. I remember the landmarks na sinabi nung lady kahapon. MiniStop, Toyota, but where could that company be? It was already 10:30 when I left MiniStop. It's just around. I thought.
It was ten minutes to eleven when I arrived at the end of the street. I'm soaked, my feet hurt, and I'm getting depressed. I stopped for a while to beg for help. Katext ko si Bes. I asked her if she could call the company to ask for directions kasi naubusan ako ng call creds. Wala pang loading station sa malapit. I crossed the street and started going back retracing my steps on the left lane.
I didn't felt presentable at all. All I wanted was just to find that company and whatsoeverelse.
I returned to MiniStop and asked some people if they knew the hell I'm talking about. Unfortunately, I guess the company was a myth for them. Ayaw tumawag ni bes, nahihiya daw siya. It was eleven. Could someone help me? I want that job. But I guess I spoiled it, BIG TIME.
Eleven fifteen I left MiniStop and started walking back to Magallanes station. I almost cried for self-pity. Almost. But I guess it's not yet time.
I've thought of everyone.
And hopes I killed, especially those I didn't want to lose--- just to learn how NOT TO CRY.
In God's time, perhaps.
Last Few Lines Before Goodbye
June 8, 2009
Not that new, but it sums up every emotion I have at the moment.
I Miss You - Incubus
To see you when I wake up Is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain. So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"?
I see your picture. I smell your skin on The empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, But already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again Whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care, And I miss you.
Possession
June 7, 2009
This is a rather late interpretation, but I just want to post this.
ROBBER. To dream that you are attacked by a robber indicates a calamity in which you will lose some valuable property. To a person in love this dream brings a warning that a rival is in the field striving to gain the affections of your lover.
THIEF. To dream of thieves denotes loss and trouble.
- The Complete Book of Dreams, Edwin Raphael
I found this book I was looking for the past days a while ago and as I've read the interpretation of a nightmare a few weeks ago, it wasn't that surprising. The term trouble could be possible, but loss, I can't even think of something I own, and I'm not in love either (no lover, in this case). I just hope it does not refer to my family or friends. But still, *at the end of the day* (--quotes Sir Robby for that), God only knows.
