AERODYNAMICS
Mainit ngayon pero mayroong lugar sa Bulacan na laging mahangin. Nakakafrustrate tuloy doon lumipat at doon na tumira. Minsan, naiingit ako sa nanay ko dahil marunong siya sumipol, nagtatawag ng hangin pag siya’y naiinitan, at sa di maipaliwanag na dahilan, darating ang malamig na bugso ng hangin, panandaliang pinapawi ang init at at napapangiti ang mga daanan nito.
Salamat sa hangin, di man nakikita ng lahat, pinapaaalahanan nito ang tao na tumigil sandali at huminga
salamat muli kina Abby at Val 2.0 sa tulong nila sa project na ito 
Vinz Louie Strikes Again [1]
Just got home from work.
Tired.
Excited to catch some sleep when I noticed something written on my workdesk.
I don’t know if I’ll get mad that there’s some random “graffiti” on my desk or be glad to see my youngest brother’s handwriting. I must admit, his handwriting improved a lot compared the last time I saw him write his assignments. At the age of five, I think it is quite an achievement.
Beside it is his medal. I just realized that today is his graduation day (or according to his teacher Girlie : “Moving Up Ceremony”). what a nice surprise from a 5 year old naughty kid. Another achiever like his older brother Larry, who passed the board exam for Mechanical Engineers. Dalawa na ang Engineer Nool. hehe.
Now I wonder kung ano ang magiging propesyon ni louie in the future? hmmm
I also wonder kung paano matatanggal ‘to? Red permanent marker pa naman gamit nya dito T.T
So that’s for now guys.
So Till Then and Godbless
Backlogged T.T
Yes! summer is here!
it means, no more classes. Saturdays are mine again. Don’t get me wrong. Taking masters is fun but i miss hanging out here in my pad, sketching, writing and waiting for my pals to drop by.
Oh well. I have so many things to tell you but still can’t write about them because I have to wait till next week (and because of this Stupid connection. thanks a lot Smart bro or should i say, Dumb bro!)
Several new addition to my growing library like this one ”The Adventures of Johnny Bunko: The Last Career Guide You’ll Ever Need” Graphic Novel by Daniel Pink and TOKYOPOP’s Rob Ten Pas which I finished reading, before buying.
MV Fuji Maru Experience as part of the press during the 38th SSEAYP Ship for Southeast Asian Youth Program from Japan.
Hullabaloos while doing my thesis on Cross Cultural Communication entitled “Communication patterns of the Relocated Urban Poor Students and
San Jose del Monte Bulacan students and faculty and how these
affect the students’ academic performances.” (isa lang masasabi ko..nakakagigil XD)
Our documentary about the impending water scarcity in Metro manila by 2015 entitled “DALOY”, it took group almost 2 sems (and our jobs) to finish this thing. Pero worth naman. CMMA here we come!
Surprise visit sa dating office. Nice to see my research colleagues again. well, nasurprise din ako to see some of my artworks framed and hanging in a well lit gallery. those artworks are for the Anti Drug Courier campaign of Philippine Information Agency and PDEA. the exhibit started Feb 1, PIA’s 25th anniversary. PNOY was there (and grace Lee too hehe) to grace the event. Those artworks and some infographics I created for the campaign are included on the entry sent by the company to the 47th Anvil Awards (Oscars of Public relations). And yes, we won a Merit Award for the category – Public Relations Program on a Sustained Basis. Sayang, walang photo op with the trophy.
Also they gave me a copy of the published 113th Philippine Independence day Commemorative book which I worked and billed as a researcher. Second time my name was published in a book
countdowns. (must have new dslr by then)ehem ehem…
Sessions with Abby and Val 2.0, my second attempt to incorporate graphics to my shots, it;s been a while since the last time i tried the approach i used in PUP Photohike Doodle project, still can’t upload albums in my facebook due to incompetent internet connections, again thanks Smartbro. para kang cinderella, May curfew XD So that’s for now guys.
Si Daniel sa tatlong buntunghininga
Bigla kang nagising. Naalimpungatan at nainis. Dal’wang oras ang ginugol mo para mapagod ang mga mata upang ika’y makatulog. Pilit mong binura ang isang linggong pag-ibig na dahilan ng iyong pagkahapo. Pinilit ang sariling hindi magisip sa kung anumang bagay na nagpapaalala sa kanya. Muli, bigla kang nainis sa lahat ng pangyayari. Dagdag problema pa tuloy kung paano ka muli makakatulog.
Umaandar ang oras at tangi mo lang magagawa ay ang maging tulala sa mga susunod na minuto. Muli mo siyang maalala, ang ngiti sa kanyang mga labi, mga panahong siya’y nahagkan at mga pagkakataong gumaan ang iyong pakiramdam sa bawat pagtagpo ng inyong mga mata. Biglang sumakit ang iyong ulo, mahirap makalimutan ang taong minsan naging dahilan ng iyong paghinga.
Madilim sa loob ng iyong kwartong napapalibutan ng kanyang mga alaala, ang mga litrato ninyong dalawa, nakangiti sa kawalan. Mga kabibeng iyong inipon sa isang bote para makuha ang matamis niyang oo Ang mabangong suklay na lagi niyang gamit. At ang librong una mong binili para sabay niyong basahin, para kayo’y makatulog at sabay ring managinip.
Malamig, nakakabingi ang malakas na patak ng ulan sa bubungan ng iyong kwarto. Tila inaagaw ang iyong atensyon sa puso mong kanina pa humihiyaw. Pero dahil malapit sa tainga ang iyong puso, naiintindihan mo ang galit na kanina pa nito binubulyaw sa iyo. Tinatanong ka niya kung bakit kailangan humantong ng ganito. Wala kang maisagot at di mo alam kung bakit.
Tumila na ang ulan at ang puso mo’y biglang tumahimik. Ang buwan ay unti unting nagbabalik sa kalangitan at dinidiligan ng liwanag ang iyong madilim na kwarto. Malamig parin sa paligid pero di ka naghanap ng kumot, andun ka parin, tulala pero nakangiti, bigla kang nakaramdam ng yakap, kumalma ka ng tuluyan at muling nakita ang kanyang maaliwalas na mukha. Sinalo muli ng iyong kama ang iyong pagod na katawan, tulirong isipan at paos na puso. Idinilat mo muli ang namumugtong mga mata at tinanaw ang buwan sa bintana. Andun siya sa kalangitan, naglalaro malapit sa buwan at hindi na sa iyong isipan.
Kahit malayo, ramdam mong nagtagpo ang inyong mga mata, nagpalitan ng ngiti at tuluyan nang namaalan sa isa’t isa. Sa isang kisap mata’y siya’y biglang naglaho, pero di ka nalungkot dahil alam mong siya’y nakatago kung saan sa iyong puso. Ang mga alaala’y naibaon mo na iyong kamalayan. Tuluyan mo nang isinara ang iyong mga mata, pero hindi ang puso. Mahal mo parin ang babaeng naglalaro sa liwanag ng buwan.
Puyat at nangungulila.
Nililibang ang sarili upang makalimutan ang nakaraan. Nagpapawis ang paligid dahil init ng katanghalian ngunit wala kang pakialam, gusto mo ng umuwi at tuluyang managinip at lisanin ang reyalidad. Paminsan minsan ay napupukaw ng iilan ang iyong pansin. Gintong pagkakataon. Ikaw lang ang nakakaalam ng sakit ng iyong nararamdaman at ng mga mumunting pangarap ang iyong kinasasabikan.
Binibilang mo ang bawat liko ng bus ng iyong sinasakyan. Nagagalit sa bawat hinto at nangingiti sa bawat pagkaripas nito. Sabik na sabik ka na sa iyong kama upang sa panaginip ay muli syang makasama.
Muling huminto ang bus sa ika dalawampu’t pitong pagkakataon. Tumagal ito ng ilang minuto. Sumakay ang iilan at bumaba ang karamihan, nasa bandang Cubao ka na pala nang di mo namamlayan.
Umandar muli ang bus. Balik sa pagkaripas ang iyong pananabik, gayun din ang bus na iyong lulan.
Maya’t maya’y may nangalabit sa iyo, sabay abot ng sobre ng isang dalaga, ika’y nginitian at umalis. Biglang nakabalik ka sa reyalidad, naramdaman mo ang init ng araw at nagpapawis na kapaligiran. Sinundan mo ng tingin ang dalagang nag-aabot ng sobre sa mga pasahero, tulad mo, lahat sila’y may kanya kanyang katanungan sa kanilang isipan.
Tinahak ng dalaga ang maugang daan papunta sa harapan ng bus. Humarap sa inyong lahat at nagsimulang mangaral. Tangan man niya ang kanyang bibliya, di parin siya ligtas sa mga mapanuring mga mata. Kasama niya ang lakas ng loob sa pagkakataong iyon, taas noo siyang nagsalita kahit alam niyang walang gustong makinig sa kanya, na hindi siya maiintindihan ng karamihan dahil sa ingay ng syudad.
Natagpuan mo ang iyong sarili na binabasa ang bawat buka ng kanyang mga labi. Di ka nakikinig kundi namamangha. Tinitigan mo ang sobre saglit at di nag atubiling isilid ang iyong sukli. Alam mo na ang kanyang pakay ngunit di mo alam kung totoo o hindi.
Naglalakad sa gitna ng mapanghusga at walang pakialam na mga pasahero, isa-isang kinuha ang mga sobre, umaasang may laman ang mga ito. Huli ka niyang pinuntahan, inabot mo ang sobre at isang ngiti, sinuklian ka niya ng ngiti at bigla ka nyang tinabihan. Inisa isa niyang buksan ang mga sobre at inipon ang mga barya sa isang supot. Alam niyang nakatuon ang pansin mo sa kanya, tinitigan ka niya at nginitian muli. May sinasabi siya, ngunit di mo maintindihan dahil sa ingay ng paligid. Natigilan siya , tumayo at bumaba ng sasakyan.
Gusto mong magtanong pero di mo nagawa. Nanghinayang ka kung bakit di mo nabasa ang kanyang labi nang sinubukan ka niyang kausapin. Sa sandali mo syang nakatabi. Alam mo siya’y isang desenteng dalaga, malinis at wagas sa kanyang hangarin. Ngunit di ka parin sigurado, kung nagtanong ka lamang.
Umandar muli ang bus at nawala unti unti sa iyong paningin ang dalagang iyon, malayo na ang iyong narating, ngunit nasa dalaga parin ang iyong isipan. Nakalimutan mo na ang iyong pananabik makauwi. Nakalimutan mo na may pangarap kang kanina mo pa inaasam-asam. Nasa dalagang iyon umiikot ngayon ang iyong isipian. Alam mong panandalian lang ngunit ano kaya kung nagtanong ka lamang?
Makalipas ang apat na taon, pinilit kitang limutin ngunit sa panaginip parin tayo nagtatagpo, ika’y nakangiti, nangungusap ang mga mata at tila nagbabantay.
Hapo na ang puso, sumuko narin ang aking isipan.
Sa tingin ko, hahayaan na lamang kita.
Namili ako, matulog na iniisip ang trabaho o matulog nang nanabik na muli kang makita. Naawa ako sa aking sarili at pinili ang una. Pipikit lamang, nakahiga sa kadiliman, mapahinga lang ang katawan.
Apat na taon at ika’y nakalimutan. Ako’y nakakahinga ng maluwag pero tila may kulang. Matagal tagal ko na ring magbantay, mangamba bago matulog. Minahal ko na ang dilim at alam kong komportable nang makakapahinga ang aking katawan at gigising kinabukasan ng may lakas.
Akala ko nailigaw na kita sa aking isipan matapos ang apat na taon.
Minsa’y nahimlay ako at unti unting binalot ng kadiliman at lamig. Hinele nito ang hapong katawan. Ako’y napangiti sa aking nararamdaman nang biglang nagliwanag at natagpuan ang sarili sa gitna ng malawak na kagubatan.
Bigla ako nakarinig ng pamilyar na boses.
Ang iyong boses na huli kong narinig apat na taon nang nakakaraan. Alam kong ika’y aking nakalimutan ngunit bigla akong nagulat nang nagsimula akong maglakad, sumusunod sa dikta ng aking puso na ika’y hanapin.
Manipis ang hangin at madulas ang mga makikitid na daan, madamo ang kapaligiran at tila maraming nagmamasid, ngunit di ito ininda ng aking katawan, mahanap ka lamang.
Unti-unting nawala ang iyong boses ngunit unti-unti rin akong bumabalik sa aking katinuan. Natagpuan na lamang ang sarili na nawawala sa gitna ng kagubatan, gulong-gulo ang isipan at pagod ang katawan.
Kulang ang apat na taon upang ika’y kalimutan
Scenarios Inc [17] : Single, Single NEVER Double
(mga) Rason kung bakit ka pa single. hehe
Ang tamaan, tumakbo sa malapit na ospital o tawag na kay Dr. Love ng DZMM Salamat Hana Banana for this awesome find
Epilogue of a Hiatus
“It’s a typical situation, in these typical times… Too many choices”
[TYPICAL SITUATION: Dave Matthews Band]
I’ve been doing random things these past few months. And I think I’m spending time without any sense of direction. No effort. No worries. Nothing to lose. That’s my mindset; I don’t know why my interest on things suddenly fades away.
Seems my ambitions were lost somewhere and my life was sucked out by repetitive tasks at work. I’m not stimulated. Wala nang gana ika nga. All things that I can see in life are in shade of gray. There’s so many times I tried to get back on track but something holds me. Must be fear of some sort. Ah basta!
“It’s been three weeks, since I got a decent sleep.
I’ve a restless head and an empty bed, these dreams are killing me so “
[KEEP ON WALKING: Scouting for girls]
I want to draw and write again, express these ideas in my head before it explode, haist. So frustrating but I need an outlet. Frustrated nga ako, tamad naman, ika nga nila , mahirap labanan ang katamaran, nakakatamad kasi . Anyway, I just realized that Im spending a lot of time wondering and spending time in front of the PC doing nothing, just watching nonsense sitcoms to forget the turmoil. But the pain gets back once its closing credit starts to run.
Then one time, something happened. Because of blog hopping, I landed on these amazing sites that inspired me a lot. There’s Mot’s Teacher’s Pwet [http://motsmots.blogspot.com/] , a blog about an artistic teacher and his students. Kakatuwa ang mga kwento nia, not to compare with Bob Ong’s first book, pero may puso ang mga kwento niya, I love how that he managed to collect quirky and funny remarks of his studes. Not to mention, I love his comical drawings of his students in different scenarios.
Then there’s Mary Ann Licudine’s Blog [http://nnayam.blogspot.com/] where she features some her nostalgic colorful works in progress, from custom toys , sketches , watercolor paintings to her Panasonic Lumix GF1 photograph. I envy her craft. It’s so dreamy. Im an instant fan. It’s like going to my dreamland everytime I see her works, so much color, and I think I’ve drowned some of my frustrations everytime I check her site
Thus, it motivated me a lot, so motivated, it made me clean my room in one whole day just to look for my missing HB pencils, pens and sharpener. It was such a big move for me and I think there will be no turning back
As I move things around, I discovered some of my old works; some of them are dated way back grade school. I even got a chance to read again some articles that I made for school, some are stories, but mostly poems. I thanked God for that moment, I think I know now what I’m capable of doing.
As soon as I finished cleaning the whole room, I began to draw some lines and swirls and along the process, decided to do a new banner for the site, also new name. not that I hate the old title KINETOGRPAHED JUDGMENTS, it just that the title is little too off with some of my entries because most of them are personal.
After I draw the last swirl, I took a picture of it, used photoshop to put some texture, thought of a good title. My head is overflowing of ideas that I want to share, from stories, AVP techniques, comments on pop media and many kinds of things.
I think I found my new project. Thus the title.
So that’s for now guys.
So Till Then and Godbless
[Btw: thanks for those who visited my site despite of a four month hiatus. I appreciate all the comments, suggestions and questions. Thanks for all the good words and to some people that made me realize that I should take reality with a grain of salt. Again, Thank you and see you on my next posts ]
Passion is Gone
There’s always a point that a human being will stop for doing what he loves. Then setback starts to come in, denial will make it harder to accept and then man’s passion for doing his thing will go to total oblivion. Thus explains a hiatus.
It’s 2011 and I’m still suspended on some errands. But my heart is no longer with me. I begin to hate those things that made me as an individual. I think setbacks made me think if I’ll still pursue what I love. There’s a point that you have to choose between wants and needs, Fetishes and necessities. I’m not some guy who has a silver spoon on his mouth but I’m glad I got stainless one. Not that glamorous but sterile. [okay, i'm trying to throw a joke : i know its a fail ...let's continue]
The point is I almost tried to forget to draw, write, photography and post prod. I realized that no one cares about the output, it’s still about money. But do I need to forget all those things that made me who I am right now? This is my first time that I lost my passion on things. I don’t know how to start the new me without caring about endeavors.
Then questions starts to kick in. What’s my purpose? Who am I? What am I? I tried to read all the books but they didn’t help. I prayed but I think I’m too blind to see the answers. Good thing there’s my family and friends, they kept me collected. With them I felt that I have purpose in their lives but still I can’t figure out mine.
Then yesterday, after almost 4 months, Zagath Gateou X the second came back. My Dslr is finally fixed and it totally gave me some hope. It rekindled my young passion in photography. Then ideas rushed in, I instantly got some places in mind where to do photowalks on my freetime. Dagdagan pa ng future projects that for sure I’ll enjoy doing. There’s photo coverage for a friend’s event with RockED, a clan reunion, then creative graduation photoshoot on Feb.
I started to draw again after so almost 3 years of doodling. It’s breath of fresh air doing character designs for my portfolio. Then there’s some AVPs slated for events that will take place in the next two months. I am glad as well that I can release those thoughts that made sleepless for many days since last month. I am excited to write and share tagalog short stories, as well finish my overdue novels.
Haist, here we go again, catching my breath, even thinking those projects in advance made me exhausted. Well, sabi nga nila, do not waste God’s gift and it’s better than smoking Thus I think I’m here to be a storyteller on my own way, thru photography, writing and editing videos, to be a trainer to my friends when it comes to editing, and to be a loving kid that they can always hangout everytime.
Apologies if my first post for this year is quite dramatic, but still It’s a feel good task sharing this
Anyway, I know it’s too late [way too late] but I still would like to greet everyone here a Bleated Merry Christmas and Happy New year. One year nalang at 2012 na! can’t wait to party hard like it’s the end of the world haha
So that’s for now guys.
So Till Then and Godbless
A year to ponder :D
Last December 7, 2009, I am in a training room, clueless about a job which is new to me. Our trainers tried their best not to alienate everyone. Yup, it’s my third time to work for a BPO company, but it’s my first time to be a tech support. I don’t have that vast knowledge when it comes to troubleshooting some tech stuff. Trust me; I’d prefer paying my brother to fix my virus infested PC rather than spending hours, clueless about what I’m doing. Also, It’s my first time to be in a foreign account, I must admit, I am not that accustomed speaking English, I am a blabbermouth and I tend to have breakdown when I’m nervous.
Well, after almost a month of training, I accepted my fate and tried to give it a shot. Being a tech support for some months taught me many things about our callers. I learned how to appreciate their humor, tolerate their crazy remarks, and be passive on their sarcastic remarks and remorse on their frustrations. I also learned how to understand different kinds of accents, from northern and southern America, Canadian, Indian, Chinese, Mexican, French and of course, the most popular, Filipino accent.
Three months from training, I decided to quit, I’ll just finish the 6 months contract. I mean, who wants a crazy graveyard schedule, health risks [heartburns on every irate and unreasonable caller] and missing special occasions with family and friends. I always encounter a caller who will call just to shout to a poor tech support because they’re frustrated with the product. Some are unreasonable, we’re just there to accept calls and help them troubleshoot and solve their problem over the phone, and we’re not the one who made the product. Well, you cannot just answer them bluntly, the customer is always right.
But days before my contract ends, a sudden realization came to me, this job was able to provide my needs and wants, able to enjoy new things and learned how to be calm and collected at times. I think God gave me this test to gain things that he knew will be useful in the future.
I met new friends and comrades which made my job easier. The working environment is friendly and I think it’s one of a kind. You can hang out with your bosses and still have the same weight of respect to each other when at work. I learned a lot of the tech stuff; that there are many things to consider solving a printer problem. I am grateful at times. [Especially during our offs] but there are some days that I ask God some reason why I have to stay on a certain job that gives me some stress. I always pray while I’m on my way to work, asking him to give me a reason to stay and forgiveness for being impatient and ungrateful at times.
Fast forward to this day, I am now celebrating my first year with the company. The job doesn’t alienate me anymore, yet up to this day I’m still wondering how I was able to survive a year of taking calls and speaking to various types of people. I can’t figure out how I was able to be patient to some irate callers and handle some awkward and frustrating situations with some callers.
I just remembered my final interview with the company a year ago. “How long will you stay with the company?” I can’t recall the exact answer I gave but I’m sure I gave them an idea that I’ll stay as the company provides me growth and opportunity. Well I think I did grow in some aspect [physically and figuratively] like I can now speak and interact in English confidently and I gained a lot of technical skills.
So with this I would like to thank God for the opportunity, bosses, coaches and product specialists that help me survive and solve each call, to my teammates for making the job a lot easier and fun and to my family who always pray for my safety every night I go to work.
Until now I can’t imagine staying that long in a stressful world of BPO. I often got heartburns and difficulty of breathing caused by stressful irate callers but here I am, looking forward to end this year with this company.
What would be in store for me next year? Will I stay in the company for another year? God will answer my prayer and will give a break in another field? Well come what may, I would be grateful whatever he will give me. I am still blessed, that’s what I can say.
So to my batchmates. Cheers and Happy Anniversary
So that’s for now guys.
So Till Then and Godbless
Hiatus and Canisters
Yeah. I handled pain for weeks but I think there are some limitations; I’m just a man, not a masochist. Someone told me that pain makes you feel that you’re still alive. But this kind of pain is nonsense, I’m not talking about love [*snicker*] but I’m pertaining to my right toe.
It’s embarrassing that an ingrown nail will make a man cry. I’m not kidding. I suffered excruciating pain for weeks and sometimes, I can’t sleep or eat or concentrate at work, the pain is like having toothache.
I consulted some doctors, underwent some blood test and medications until they gave me a go signal for surgery. Extraction and draining the infection will be the last resort. I even got a high fever during the medication, sign that the bacteria went to my blood already.
Yesterday, after completing my Philhealth and HMO forms, I packed my bag with two kinds of slippers, some chocolates [yes I just did] and “Ultraviolins” ; collection of shorts by Khavn. I just kept thinking that I’ll go to a camping trip, just not to be nervous. I can’t help myself to cringe whenever I think of those large long and pointy syringes, and don’t forget the procedure.
I’m in the operating area thirty minutes after one o’ clock of the afternoon, Makati Med’s OR is so freakin’ cold and you’ll feel that you’re breathing sterile air. A pretty nurse [or intern] approached me and ordered me to change clothes, remove my beadworks and even asked if my undergarment is made of cotton. I am blushing as I answered yes….do boxers counts? And because I went there unaccompanied, she took good care of my belongings. Another nurse came in and measured my vital signs and BMI. Cause of the preparation, it seems that I will undergo in a major operation, something like a heart bypass or something. The cold and sterile air made me more nervous, and I cringed a lot thinking about those pointy tools and syringe.
Two cute nurses held me to the operating table, put some respirator, some patches for their BP machines and clip to my index finger to monitor my heartbeat [[did I mentioned I have asthma before?], anyway, my surgeon came in, with his assistants, another surgeon and two more nurses.
The surgeon cleansed my right foot, especially my right toe, the nurses on the other side are making a roll call of the equipments, gausses , and anesthesia that will be used. After some minutes, they gathered around my right foot, planning their attack, I mean the procedure.
Then a nurse began another roll call; and announced the patient’s info.
NURSE TO SURGEONS, NURSES & INTERNS : “Roundcall po muna tau before we start , we will do a incision and draining of the toe on the right foot. patient’s name:[blank], 23 yrs old, Married..”
AKO [nasa operating table, pinapawisan] :”single pa po ako miss.”
NURSE : “sabi dito sa file, married na po”
AKO: “single pa po,pkibago nalang.”
NURSE: “Sure po ba na single kayo?”
AKO: “Hinde. Double.” sabay smile “single pa po ah.”
NURSE: [unconvinced] ah sige…kaw na ang single.
Then operation started…
I suddenly felt the pain as the syringe made an entry to the left portion of right foot, then after several seconds, I felt nothing. Numbness. Doc starts to asks me questions about my job, relationship et al., but the truth is, he is starting to extract something in my toe.
DOC : “matulis ba ito?” [ tinutusok tusok na niya yung injection sa dalari ko sa paa]
ME : [clueless]
NURSE: “mukhang oks na doc yung anesthesia”
ME: [clueless]
DOC: “labas niyo na ang lagare…”
ME : “teka lang doc..teka lang” [sabay labas ng gabaldeng pawis sa aking noo]
DOC : “relax lang boss…joke lang…” sabay bulong sa katabing nurse “tago mo lang yan, wait for my signal”
[nakuha pa magjoke ni doc]
After almost 2-3 hours of talking about the pretty nurses in the hospital, RH Bill and the right way how to wear a condom, the anesthesia made the surgery painless and successful. I just felt a bit drowsy because of the anesthesia, but thank God everything went fine.
Before I left the hospital, my nurses made some round up, gave me some instructions on how to take care my wounds, made me signed some papers and escorted me out of the area. I felt great. As the anesthesia still in effect, I got my way to the bus station effortlessly. The pain started to kick in after an hour. Start of another agony.
So here I am, learning how to change my bandages and clean my wounds, I sometimes get a peak of the remembrance my surgeon gave me. A piece of what they extracted from my toe.
Haist. Lesson learned. I will go consult a doctor as soon I felt something wrong, I will not tolerate pain no more. ..as long as it’s about love. Naks.
So that’s for now guys. ’tis explains the blog’s hiatus
So Till Then and Godbless
Those You’ve Known
“Their love and their hate and their jealousy have already perished.” –Ecclesiastes 9:6
It’s not new to me to wake up in the middle of the night, gasping for air and trying to remember the dream that pulled me back to consciousness. Also, it’s not new to me to meet people in my dream and get acquainted just to realize that they already “joined our Creator”. I’m not scared but worried. Why on earth they’re projected in my dreams? Why they’re tapping my sub conscious? Hmmm…
Its not that I do forgot those people but sometimes, as life goes on, your memories with those people will be stored at the back of your mind, waiting for you to look to an old epitaph just to trigger and once again tap, linger those good old memories you had made with them.
Sometimes, I think that life is so disappointing; why everything good must come to an end sometime. Even though you’re the kindest person on earth, death is still inevitable; you’re not exempted to the pain of losing the people you love.
Life is a journey and along the way you’ll meet other people aside from your family, will share dreams, help each other’s endeavor, understand and comfort each other, and later, they’ll be your friend, colleagues or your better half. With them you had learned how to make the journey interesting. Also along the way, you’ll get acquainted to some other people for a little span of time, ika nga “mapapadaan lang” but still, these people will contribute something on your life, and sometimes it’ll change the course of your journey.
Years ago, a friend shared a dream with us during a stake out, an uncle told me his plans for his kids and got some debate lessons from grandfathers living in Tarlac and Bacolod. they’re so lively and enthusiastic way back then, hoping all with be ok, that he can live the dream he’s hoping for, that kids will be successful and that their grandson will be good when it comes to reasoning. It is so sad that they didn’t have a chance to see it, that our creator called them earlier than they’d expected, earlier than they’d planned.
I wonder if that friend of mine able to graduate, attend our overnight sessions and introduced to us his better half? What if they’re able to cure my uncle? I think he’ll continue serving our country as a cop, and continue to be a good father to his family. And if my grandpas able to fight aging, I think I was able to get a dose of witty reasoning on every visit.
It is so bugling when the people they left behind are the one who asks the “what ifs” but the reality is that their dreams and thoughts are buried with them as well. They cannot do anything about it. “[Man ] goes back to his ground; in that day his thoughts do perish” –Psalm 146:4. All we can do is to live out a part of their dream, share their experiences and teachings to others and treasure the laugh and advices they once gave us.
God gave us time to reflect and tell our dreams to others, write about them or if time and resources permits, made it possible. God gave us family and friends to make our life worthwhile. Hopefully, I was able to do it on my lifetime. Who knows, life is actually short, at least I was able to make part of my dream possible, I was able to share the blueprint to others, at they have some idea of what I should have been. I hope I was able to live out parts of their dreams, even though they’ll not benefit from it, at least for the people they left behind.
Even though they’re long gone, for sure, with their memories and dreams, they’re still on our hearts and always be remembered. Prayers are good way to let them know how we love and cherish them.
Now I know why they’re in my dreams, I do miss them, I do miss their laugh, stories and everything about them, hope they’re fine wherever they are, and hope to meet them in the future to share those thing I missed from them.
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just a sidetrack : want to share these two tunes from my fave musical : Spring Awakening ; it got the bittersweet sentiment about death and the people and dreams they left behind. [thus the title for this aritcle]
THOSE YOU’VE KNOWN
[from Spring Awakening Broadway Musical : John Gallaghe, Jr., Lea Michele & Jonathan Groff]
MORITZ
Those you’ve known
And lost, still walk behind you
All alone
They linger till they find you
Without them
The world grows dark around you
And nothing is the same until you know that they have found you
WENDLA
Those you’ve pained
May carry that still with them
All the same
They whisper: All forgiven.
Still your heart says
The shadows bring the starlight
And everything you’ve ever been is still there in the dark night
WENDLA
When the northern wind blows
The sorrows your heart holds
There are those who still know
They’re still home
We’re still home
MELCHIOR (Sung in Counterpart)
Though you know
You’ve left them far behind
You walk on by yourself, and not with them
Still you know
They will fill your heart and mind
When they say there’s a way through this
ALL TOGETHER
Those you’ve known
And lost, still walk behind you
All alone
Their song still seems to find you
They call you
As if you knew their longing
They whistle through the lonely wind, the long blue shadows falling
MELCHIOR (Sung Alone)
All alone
But still I hear their yearning
Through the dark, the moon, alone there, burning
The stars too, They tell of spring returning
And summer with another wind that no one yet has known
MELCHIOR, WENDLA, AND MORITZ AT THE SAME TIME
MELCHIOR
They call me , Through all things
Night’s falling, But somehow I go on
You watch me, Just watch me
I’m calling, From longing
WENDLA
When the northern wind blows
The sorrows your heart’s known
I believe
MORITZ
Though you known
There’s so much more to find
Another dream, another love you’ll hold
Still you know
To trust your own true mind
On your way you are not alone
There are those who still know
MELCHIOR (Sung Alone)
Now they’ll walk on my arm through the distant night
And I won’t let them stray from my heart
Through the wind, through the dark, through the winter light
I will read all their dreams to the stars
I’ll walk with them now, I’ll call on their names
I’ll see their thoughts are known
Not gone , Not gone
They walk with my heart ‘
WENDLA
Not gone
MELCHIOR
And I’ll never let them go
WENDLA
Not gone
MELCHIOR
I’ll never let them go
WENDLA
Not gone
MELCHIOR
I’ll never let them go
You watch me, Just watch me
I’m calling, I’m calling
And one day all will know
[from Spring Awakening Broadway Musical : Jonathan Groff]
MELCHIOR
You fold his hands, and smooth his tie
You gently lift his chin
Were you really so blind, and unkind to him?
Can’t help the itch to touch, to kiss
To hold him once again
Now to close his eyes, never open them
ALL
A shadow passed, a shadow passed
Yearning, yearning for the fool it called a home
MELCHIOR
All things he never did are left behind
All the things his Mama wished he’d bear in mind
And all his Dad ever hoped he know
MELCHIOR
All the talks you never had
The Saturdays you never spent
All the grown-up places you never went
And all of the crying you wouldn’t understand
You just let him cry ,Make a man out of him.
ALL
A shadow passed, a shadow passed
Yearning, yearning for the fool it called a home
MELCHIOR
All things he ever wished are left behind
All the things his Mama did to make him mind
And how his Dad had hoped he’d grow
All things he ever lived are left behind
All the fears that ever flickered through his mind
All the sadness that he’d come to own
A shows passed, a shadow passed
Yearning, yearning for the fool it called a home
MELCHIOR
And, it whistles through the ghosts still left behind
It whistles through the ghosts still left behind
It whistles through the ghosts still left behind
So that’s for now guys.
So Till Then and Godbless
Happy Campers on my 23rd
Yup, it’s been a month already and yet I wasn’t able to post them. Yes, hiatus brought by various activities and my day[night] job. Anyway, this happened a week after my 23rd Hurrah. My pals didn’t failed me on this one, we spent the whole evening laughing and fighting the drowsy feel of the good chilled vodka.
My mom cooked everything I requested, from the main course up to our pulutan. She’s the best. And Dad, who came back after almost 2 weeks of being confined somewhere in Batangas and underwent in a gal-bladder operation, brought me a cake. He still treats me like a kid and I treasure it.
Well,kahit di kumpleto ang aking high school barkada, okay lang dahil nagenjoy naman kami. look at the photos below, hanggang tenga ang ngiti ko. [napansin ko lang nung ineedit ko na ang mga pics...masasabi ko na masayang masaya ako that night.]
after stuffing our gout with a sumptuous dinner, we ended up having a round up in my blue walled room. As usual, kelangan ng movie to make it more interesting. good thing I was able to download some horror flicks before the occasion. We watched “Cinco”, we can’t scream [or laugh hard on the almost crappy CGIs] because everyone is sleeping and my younger brother’s room is only one “wall” apart.
After Cinco, I played “the Orphan” pero dahil pagod sa trabaho, ayun nakatulog ako sa first 10 minutes ng movie. pagkagising ko ay nagfafacebook nalang sila sa PC ko. hope they didn’t visited my bookmarked sites.
pero bago ako nablack-out, a friend called us. I was surprised and thankful with that nice gesture. Noemi, whose living 2 blocks away, can’t go because she have a shift. She’s a nurse working for a medical insurance company, the same company who answers my medical bills. Everyone had a turn to talk to her over the phone. I felt like a celebrity becasue of that phone patch . Umasa tuloy ako na makarining ng “roll VTR” sabay play ng mga greetings
After 2 bottles of strawberry vodka, everyone begins to have an involuntary and unwanted shut-eye. but we have this deal na we will draw some doodle sa mga taong matutulog. I have this drawer full of pentel pens [not sharpies okay?] Alfie and Galaxy initiated the havoc. but we ended doodling each other’s skin kahit na gising na gising kami. It’s a tradition Alfie started 2 years ago. He even got this video where he and I drew some doodles to some drunk comrades and even have an introduction, naming it “Art Attack” ; kung saan nang-aatack ang art. dati masakit pa dahil ballpen at signpen pa gamit namin, good thing we have a lot of pentel pens that day
but it seems doodling each other wont stop us having a shut eye. we ended up snoring for almost 3-5 hours. [but i think It was only me and ero who are snoring..anyway..] mom prepared us a sumptuous breakfast as a jumpstart.
after breakfast, it’s time to clean up. I must say, its so hard to erase those tattoos I got from the doodlers [alfie and galaxy]. Lord had to help me erase the pseudo-batman tats in my back. Also I got some present from my pals; another collectible bracelet from Angy, USB from Lord, a hug from Dory [cheesy] and a pad with some written wishes from the rest of the gang. thanks guys
so after prepping up, its time to send everyone home, but as usual, di mawawala ang mga kodakan moments. I made a SILVER LUNA placard using a left over styro while everyone is snoring. It is so cute and handy for a camwhoring activity hehe.
So thanks again guys, you lessen the pain of getting older. hehe. I still feel like a kid by just having you guys around, so kailan ba ang next stop? Dory’s birthday? must file a leave as early as now
So that’s for now guys.
So Till Then and Godbless
Untitled Questions [1] : Vantage Points
It’s 8:00 PM already, still I’m stuck in front of the TV, having a hard time to set the focus of my defective eyes. The TV shows multi-frame shots of a certain bus in front of the Quirino Grandstand. I have no idea what is happening that time. All I can hear is Erwin Tulfo narrating about something.
Makalipas ang ilang minuto ay may umalingawngaw na putok, umuga ang shot sa TV, malamang nagulat ang cameraman. “HOSTAGE CRISIS” ; sabay superimpose sa baba ng TV screen, katabi ng logo ng news program. Ang location : Harap ng Quirino Grandstand. Nilipat ko ang channel, hoping to get better shots of the incident. All I can feel that time is curiosity. It’s 8:30, oras na para umalis ng bahay papuntang trabaho. Makalipas ang limang minute ay nakasakay na rin ako ng bus, di ako nagulat nang lahat ng pasahero ay nakatutok sa TV, di bale na ang ma-stiff neck. Sa bawat masasalubong naming bus, expect mo na ang mga laman nito ay nakatingala rin, nakikinig sa mga kabadong boses ni Julius Babao, Erwin Tulfo, Mike Enriquez at iba pang reporter, nagtitiis sa vertigo habang ang mga mata’y nakatutok sa mga magagalaw na shots sa magalaw ring telebisyon.
Kanya-kanyang palitan ng kuro-kuro ang maririnig sa buong bus. May mga tanong, mayroon nanang nagpapaliwanag kung ano ang nangyayari, nagmamarunong, daig pa ang mga reporter na nasa mismong lugar ng krisis. Bigalng nagpakawala ng putok ang isang pulis, sunod sunod ang putok, armalite raw ang bitbit. Biglang napasigaw si Mike Enriquez, may natamaan ng ligaw na bala malapit sa kanyang kinalalagyan. Isang nagaalalang Mel Tiangco ang sumagot, pinapalipat ng pwesto ang katrabaho.
Mabilis ang pangyayari, lumakas lalo ang ulan, napasok ng pulis ang bus, nagputukan at pagkatapos ng ilang minute, ang mga nagaabang na pulis ay isa isang naglapitan, sumesenyas ng isa, nagsilapitan lahat ng patrol car, ambulansya at mga usiserong nakapalibot sa bus. Biglang nabanggit ni Mike na may granadang hawak ang Hostage taker, pero di ata epektib, tila may piyesta sa paligid ng bus, dumadami ang mga usisero, di bale nang maulanan, makalapit lang talaga sa bus. Tapos na ang lahat. Nakahinga na ng maluwag ang mga kasakay kong pasahero. Biglang segue sa two frame shot ni Mike at Mel, ilang statement from Mike at closing spiel na sabay segue, sa teleseryeng “Pilyang Kerubin”. Parang walang nagyari. Walang follow up interview, di man lang inestretch ang coverage ng kahit mga 15 minutes. Siguro kailangan na nilang kumita, kailangan na magpalabas ng commercials.
Plano ko sanang bumawi ng tulog ngunit di ko magawa, ang daming tanong ang nasa isip ko nung oras na iyon, pero alam kong wala makasagot maliban nalang kung magreresearch ako sa net. Pero tulad nga nga isang kasabihan sa communication theory, there’s a big difference between the knowledge gathered from a collective article AND having an exchange by interpersonal communication.
Ang iba ay mababaw, at ang ilan ay masasabi nating masagot lang ng hostage taker o ng mga biktimang nakaligtas. Pero walang namang mawawala if I write it down here right? [disclaimer/ note : some of my questions may sound insensitive but I just made them out of sincere curiosity]
-Hindi ba naisip ng hostage taker na hindi solusyon sa kanyang problema ang manghostage ng isang bus? [at ang malala pa ay Hongkong tourist bus] He’s a police, I’m sure doing such act will cause him a lot. Lifetime imprisonment. Kung pagbalik sa serbisyo ang hiling mo, why not appeal to the court, be sincere and make your point by presenting more proof that you’re innocent.
-Bakit mga turista pa galing Hongkong? ang ilan sa kanila ay di nakakaintindi ng Ingles, siguro when the hostage taker tried to explain things to them, some of them can’t understand him, all they know that they’re in danger without any reason. Siguro nahirapan ang hostage taker makipagcommunicate. Siguro they’d exchanged thoughts by gestures.
-Bakit sumisigaw ang driver ng bus na patay na ang lahat? Hindi ba niya alam na kalahati ng kanyang statement nakasalalay ang moves ang mga pulis, SWAT at media? Hindi ba niya naisip na maaring ikamatay iyon ng mga hostages?
-Alam ba ng mga pulis o SWAT ang magiging epekto ng pagtapon ng teargas o flashbomb sa loob ng bus? Eh ang mag”spray” ng armalite? [“spray” ang terminong ginamit ni Mike Enriquez during the coverage] siguro kalahati sa mga namatay ay nalagutan ng hininga dahilsa mga ligaw ng bala.
-During the hostage crisis, sa anong TV station nakatutok ang hostage taker? Malamang he got some references sa TV ng bus. Kung sino man ang reporter ng pinapanuod niyang news program, good job, you made it more complicated. But can’t blame you sir [or ma’am], it’s your job. Ano ang huling TV ad ang kanilang napanuod, ano ang kanilang naramdaman nung napanuod nila iyon? Irony?
-Before the incident, those tourists don’t have any idea that a hostage crisis will take place. Siguro naenjoy nila ang Luneta. Siguro nakita nila ang may dugong Chinese na si Gat Jose Rizal na binaril sa likod ng mga kastila nong araw. Malamang may bitbit silang mga digicams tulad ng Sonia, Penesonic at iba pa. Anong kaya ang backdrop sa huli nilang picture sa kani-kanilang sa digicam? Ano ang huli nilang impresyon sa ating lugar? Nakita ba nila yung mapa ng pilipinas sa likod ng monument ni Rizal? Eh yung sunset? Malamang hindi, nasa loob na sila ng bus ng mga panahong iyon.
-Nasarapan kaya sila sa Chicken Joy meals na inabot sa kanila during the crisis? Ang ilan sa kanila ay di daw nakakain dahil sa tension, naiintindihan ko sila. Eh yung hostage taker? Ano ang huli niyang almusal? Kumain rin ba siya ng chicken joy?
-Kanino kaya ang mga pangalang huli nilang nabanggit bago sila namatay o nasagip? Eh yung sa hostage taker? Nakatawag ba sila sa kanikanilang mga pamilya at kaibigan? Nakapagtext ba sila? Post sa FB?
-Saan naggaling ang mga usisero? Ang dami nilang nagsulputan matapos ang hostage crisis, yung may bitbit na payong, pero marami sa kanila talagang binalewala ang malakas na ulan, makasilip lang, anu kaya ang tumatakbo sa kanilang isip? May pinakita pa nga sa TV na babaeng usi, nakapayong, pinapaliwanagan ng pulis na lumayo, kaso nakikipagtalo pa ang babae, akala mo may kamag anak sa loob ng bus.
Kinabukasan ang site ng hostage crisis ay naging instant tourist spot. Nakakapanlumo, sabi nga ng isang ancient saying “Injurea addis contumeliam” [you add insult to my injury]
Mga estudyante ng mga kalapit na university, mga office workers at mga turista rin ang tipon tipon malapit sa bus, hindi para magalay ng bulaklak, kundi magpapicture. Pati mga pulis at SWAT pangiti ngiti nalang, OMG, ang ilan sa kanilang feeling artista habang nagpapapicture ang mga kolehiyala sa kanila. Cute ba sila? Ano ang tumatakbo sa isipan nga mga “post-bloodbath Usiseros”? ano ang profile at shoutout nila sa FB, twitter [at kung meron man, sa friendster]? Di ba nila naisip na ang pangit tignan ng picture ng isang barkadahang nakangiti at ang backdrop mo ay isang “duguang” at basag-basag na bus? Kung sa burol kaya nila magpapicture ang isang grupo ng usi na walang kinalaman sa kanila?
-Ano kaya ang ginawang hakbang ng mga pamunuan ng mga universities at mga pinuno ng SWAT at pulisya? May nagtag kaya sa kanila ng mga pics sa FB? Naging Masaya kaya ang mga usi ngayong nakakuha na sila ng atensyon, hindi lang dito kundi pati narin sa Hongkong and the rest of the world. Hindi lang atensyon, hate comments pa.
While writing this article, I am FB-cruising , suddenly I found myself in a Chinese based FB page containing pics showing students, policemen and some from the SWAT taking a pose, smiling in front of the infamous bus. So insensitive and on my part, I am so ashamed with this one. I know that the government is trying its best to do damage control, but photos like these won’t help, it blurs our sincere apology to HK as a nation. Even though I don’t understand Chinese I know that that page is covered with hate. Flooded with angry comments to all Filipinos in general. They judged the whole nation by the pics of those insensitive people. I know that they have a right to be angry, but not to the point they need to judge all of us? Do they know, understand the whole story? If so , why generalize the whole Filipino nation?
Those insensitive post bloodbath pictures circulated the net with Chinese watermarks, tagging them as future maids, bitches and dumb. Some have bad comments like “why Chinese people keep hiring Filipinos and giving them HK money, they’re all evil” [sic.]. Please stop it, we’re ashamed already and we apologize on the expense our kababayan did to your people. But please don’t be judgmental enough to be called racist. Yes I know many of my countrymen works in HK to earn some money to feed their families but I assure you that they worked hard for it. I am also aware that many HK [many not all, okay] treat their Filipino maids as animals, they lock them without food, worked for days without pay, some turned to sex slave by their Chinese masters. Hindi lang yan nangyayari sa Hongkong, if you’re informed enough, many Chinese Immigrants whose living here our country do the same thing, mistreated Pinoys as if there in Hongkong, they also lock Pinay maids without food, hurting them by clubbing them with whip and hot flat iron, I’m not exaggerating things, I dare you to search the net or Youtueb for clips and you too will be ashamed by the “everyday little murders” did by many Chinese people to our countrymen in HK and here in the Philippines.
My point is, hope that Chinese community don’t judge us as a whole because of those mishaps but rather unite to secure each other. Again, As a Filipino, I do apologize on what happen and ashamed.
I would like to wrap up this post with some questions. What will happen to HK-Phil relationship? What will the Philippine government do to clean our image to the foreign community? Are they going to impose new laws to prevent something like this to happen again? What about the police force? Is there any way to improve their equipment? Is there any way to filter our policemen? To those peeps on those insensitive photos, any ideas to help Philippines do damage control?
I also do think that you have questions to ask at the back of your mind, question you would like to ask to the hostage taker and to his victims. Everyone of us have its own way how to show curiosity and posting questions in a blog is one of them. Well, I found this statement from the net, hope this one will answer some our questions
Well I think this is too much for a personal post.
So Till Then and Godbless
Reasons
It is easy to lie than tell the reason why your eyes are twitching
It is easy to tell someone your explanation rather than let her understand your reason
it is easy to reason out things which is none sense than apologize
It is so hard to tell hide your emotions when your eyes are twitching
When your explanation is out of peak
and apologies are not easy to compose
It is easy to hide, to mumble and cry
Feeling safe when your down by hiding will not give you any comfort, It’ll just make you more smaller when you decided to come out and feel the summer breeze. later you’ll realize it’s not the breeze that keeps you warms, you’re getting hot by the pressure of inferiority
Unspoken words are something you have to worry about. Words have feelings of their own, they want to be spoken, uttered by the owner’s lips. They want to be sworn like no tomorrow, flattered in recognition and loved because they compose out inspiration. Time will come that words will escape you, abandon you and later on, you’re wont able to speak at all. Pratice to speak your heart out, mumbling is like being a traitor to that person your pertaining to, mumbling is like being traitor to yourself.
Cry is a sign of stregnth not weakness but there’s a very thick line between wining and crying. Tears are more subtle when you’re crying over something meaningful like your friend, pet dog and that toy airplane that defines your childhood. Crying is hard but wining is easy. It make us actors on our own stage, doing so will gain more sympathy and but less empathy.
Communicate in various ways make us human. Convey emotion with soft spoken words, Influence other by these big words and sudden realization by just having a simple talk, gentle to minds, easy for the thoughts. a cup of tea wont hurt you, as well standing by your closest parent, sibling or friend and kill almost half a day just to exchange gestures, talk about so many things, catching up with each other. Time used for doing nothing is not time wasted.
our lips is somehow connected to our heart, so the emotions are raw and spoken words are half cooked. Our eyes are close to our brains, it’ll give away in an instant how we think , how we see things, how we digest certain things.Our left hand is bridged by the heart to the right hand, so we could feel the senses , measure the emptiness of your heart or the space between you and your better half.
(Well just doing a writing exercise while I’m here at work hehe—bad. anyway, it sort of effective to freeverse sonata or poem or short, whatever, the important is , writing activities like this prevents my writing be controlled by my inferiority. I just let my heart do the talking, honestly, I didn’t think any topic at all, I just let my fingers tap some keys and i was surprised that it was able to finish a piece. It’s like I’m doing it while I’m on trance, hehe…)
So that’s for now.
So Till then and Godspeed
“I’m legally disabled” | an awareness on Keratoconus
40 minutes past 9am, we’re still waiting for the ophthalmologist. The line is getting longer and the magazines on the lounge are getting less interesting. It’s been weeks since the first time I’m having these headaches and I think it’s my eyes. I’m having astigmatism on every time I open eyes. Even though I just stare in a blank space, headaches will occur and bad thing starts to happen.
I filed a leave just to attend my appointment with the eye doctor; I can’t take the “eye-gony” anymore. It’s now or never. Well, enough with drama, the doctor came while all of his spectators were hooked at the Tournament scene of “The Kung fu Kid”. After 2-3 patients, it’s my turn for them to check my eyes. They even asked for my eyeglasses and measured it [or test…whatever] with their high end technology. Then they tested my vision with their electronic version of that infamous chart that features that big letter E [I don’t know what they call that chart, neither the test, but I think their approach to that test is neat.]
Kung fu kid + magazines + cute nurses ; I enjoyed the long wait time because of those simple thing. Then Dr. Timothy called my name, we exchanged greets then went to that device where ophthalmologists examines eyes.
During the test he asked several questions like my allergies, previous sickness, dizziness and when I started wearing glasses. After few minutes he came up with a diagnosis : KERATOCONUS. Dr. Tim anticipated that I will answer him “okay” and a smile and gist of curiosity in my eyes.
He wrote that word on a piece of paper then handed it to me; “Google it para matakot ka ha”, then he explained that the maximum vision of an eyeglass is up to 300 and my eye requires 475 which is way higher. In conclusion glasses can’t help me this time. “On this point, I must say you’re considered as disabled” He’s not kidding. Then he wrote further his diagnosis on a med cert then he instructed me to go to my medical insurance company to inquire if they can cover this certain procedure, “Hope I was wrong but just to make sure we have to perform further tests” . After 30 mins, I went back to Lasik Surgery Clinic and handed out the form that will allow me to undergo such procedure.
The procedure is called “Corneal Topography”; and with a little help from Wikipedia, let me explain it;
Corneal topography, also known as photokeratoscopy or videokeratography, is a non-invasive medical imaging technique for mapping the surface curvature of the cornea, the outer structure of the eye. Since the cornea is normally responsible for some 70% of the eye’s refractive power,[1] its topography is of critical importance in determining the quality of vision.
The three-dimensional map is therefore a valuable aid to the examining ophthalmologist or optometrist and can assist in the diagnosis and treatment of a number of conditions; in planning refractive surgery such as LASIK and evaluation of its results; or in assessing the fit of contact lenses. A development of keratoscopy, corneal topography extends the measurement range from the four points a few millimeters apart that is offered by keratometry to a grid of thousands of points covering the entire cornea. The procedure is carried out in seconds and is completely painless.
DETOUR : scenario during the Corneal Topography:
CUTE NURSE : sir, pkipatong po ang baba dito at pakidilat ang mata
[sabay turo sa apparatus na panukat ng mata, pero iba sya because it a lot bigger, nakakabit sa isang plaptop and nung tumingin ako sa eyepiece, laser ang nakikita ko, I was going to ask kung I was supposed to look directly at the laser, but I think I should since the nurse instructed me to put my eye in that eyepiece.]
CUTE NURSE: Pakidilat po ang mata
[dilat na kaya, sige ipilit nalang idilat]
CUTE NURSE : Wide Open po
AMHERST UREIQN: Uhmm..miss, todo na ‘to
CUTE NURSE: ah ok… [tingin sa laptop then] Uhmm wide open pa po.
[It sounds sexy at first pero naging katawa tawa…ilang miute lang tapos agad ang procedure]
CUTE NURSE: Ok nap o sir, print ko lang po ang result, just wait for Dr. Tim’s signal [then she as she hugs the laptop and walks her way to the other room, palabas na sya ng door when I interrupted]
AMHERST UREIQN: Pasensya na miss ha, singkit ako, hanggang dun lang madidilat ko, must be my Chinese Genes. [barbero mode ---sana magwork haha]
CUTE NURSE: ok lang po, [then tinignan nia ako from head to foot] then she smiled
AMHERST UREIQN: [bulong ; she’s so dreamy] anyway much for a detour , back to story.
After an hour of eavesdropping to other patients’ “alta de siodad” [did I got it right?] themed conversation, Dr. Tim called me at last. He still have that friendly smile despite of the result he has on his hands. “Tama ang hinala ko; it’s confirmed, you have KERATOCONUS”
He explained it in layman terms and I easily understood my situation. I asked some questions about it and I know he knows that within me is a withering soul, all I can do is smile back on his every answer and let him know that I understand the whole thing by some little facial expressions and gestures.
What is Keratoconus? What are the cause and effects ? too many questions for him answer so I decided to reserve it for further research. I spent almost 5 hours scanning the net about this irregularity and here’s what I found
Keratoconus (from Greek: kerato- horn, cornea; and konos cone), is a degenerative disorder of the eye in which structural changes within the cornea cause it to thin and change to a more conical shape than its normal gradual curve.
example of a pointed cornea
Keratoconus can cause substantial distortion of vision, with multiple images, streaking and sensitivity to light all often reported by the patient.
Right : this is how a person with Keratoconus sees the world
It is typically diagnosed in the patient’s adolescent years and attains its most severe state in the twenties and thirties. If afflicting both eyes, the deterioration in vision can affect the patient’s ability to drive a car or read normal print. In most cases, corrective lenses are effective enough to allow the patient to continue to drive legally and likewise function normally. Further progression of the disease may require surgery including intrastromal corneal ring segments, corneal collagen cross-linking, or corneal transplantation. However, despite the disease’s unpredictable course, keratoconus can often be successfully managed with little or no impairment to the patient’s quality of life.
On my case, my corneal topography shows that my corneas are both pointed shape and it’s center is located on the [almost] bottom part of my pupil . Imagine the center of the cornea is the one responsible for picking up the light . The regular curved shaped corneas will pick up light and directly send it to the center of the pupil, making them see clearly due to regular pick up and distribution of light. Thus, my pointed shaped corneas pick up a subtle amount of light because the center of the cornea who picks up the light is located on bottom part of the pupil.
my Corneal Topography result : LEFT : is the actual scan of my right eye. RIGHT : topographical version, it shows that my cornea is pointed, and the red parts of my pupil shows the center of my corneas. it means its not on the center of my pupil thus my eyes cant pick up white light in a normal way.
Keratoconus affects around one person in a thousand. It seems to occur in populations throughout the world, although it occurs more frequently in certain ethnic groups. The exact cause of keratoconus is uncertain, but has been associated with detrimental enzyme activity within the cornea. A genetic link seems likely, as the incidence rate is greater if a family member has been diagnosed. The progression of keratoconus is rapid in patients having Down syndrome.
SIGNS AND SYMPTOMS
People with early keratoconus typically notice a minor blurring of their vision and come to their clinician seeking corrective lenses for reading or driving. At early stages, the symptoms of keratoconus may be no different from those of any other refractive defect of the eye. As the disease progresses, vision deteriorates, sometimes rapidly. Visual acuity becomes impaired at all distances, and night vision is often quite poor. Some individuals have vision in one eye that is markedly worse than that in the other eye. The disease is often bilateral, though asymmetrical in many patients. Some develop photophobia (sensitivity to bright light), eye strain from squinting in order to read, or itching in the eye, but there is normally little or no sensation of pain.
The classic symptom of keratoconus is the perception of multiple ‘ghost’ images, known as monocular polyopia. This effect is most clearly seen with a high contrast field, such as a point of light on a dark background. Instead of seeing just one point, a person with keratoconus sees many images of the point, spread out in a chaotic pattern. This pattern does not typically change from day to day, but over time it often takes on new forms. Patients also commonly notice streaking and flaring distortion around light sources. Some even notice the images moving relative to one another in time with their heart beat.
So what’s in store for me? Expensive Procedures. Dr. Tim told me that Eyeglasses cant correct it, either can’t be cured by Laser treatment. This irregularity is progressive and Dr. Tim warned me that I can go blind anytime sooner and if that happened, only a cornea transplant will retain my vision. The only solution is having my eyes measured and create a special contact lenses that will hug my pointed corneas. The contacts will serve as my new normal corneas that will allow light pass through to the center of my eyes so I’ll be able to see things clearly and he knows a few who can do that procedure. It’ll be costly for sure and unfortunately my med insurance company can’t cover it.
It’s so ironic that the one I need the most is the thing that will taken away from me one of these days. I learned to love sketching, films, animation, reading, writing, photography, shoot videos and edit them and anything that related to visual arts and literature. I fear that I have to learn to let them go, feel uninterested and live life in the abyss of darkness.. Well , grunting can’t do anything. I have to find more ways on how to cure this one and stop it’s progression. This calls for a further research. Have to wake up the geek in me . I’m scared.
So that’s for now. More prayers for me I guess. I’m worried.
So Till then and Godspeed
[articles and some images are gathered from Wikipedia, National Keratoconus Foundation | nkcf.org and keratoconus.com]
Well that’s for now…
So Till then and Godspeed
Pictures and Photographs
Due to many post prod project these past few weeks, my PC got a hell of a work out. I downloaded tons of Futurama , the simpsons, History channel specials and when a project comes, I need to exterminate them quickly to accommodate a huge amount of memory for a single animation sequence. It’s like Nibbler who gorges a spaceship-full of extinct animals and then poop a small ball of antimatter.
Well, Good thing my computer didn’t gave up on me even though I abuse him a lot [I'm not a fan of the shut down button, I'll just unplug him from the outlet. I also turn it on, run my torrent, then have a 5 to a day worth oif shut eye, then I'll use it for the next whole day without giving him a rest.]
Now, I don’t have any projects to worry about, it’s about time to clear my PC from huge amount of unnecessary files, like video/image/audio clips used in my past projects, word docs of CBBs, movies i downloaded from torrent that I didn’t watched at all, up to some software that I downloaded and used when Sony Vegas fails. Tasks like these require time, so I ended up doing so on my free day.
During the clean up, I found a lot of photos that I never been posted on the net, some of them are overlooked personal projects, but most of them are just for keepsake, reminding me what kind of shutterbug I am.
Well here’s a roundup:
LEGO’s Clutch Powers Exhibit
Part of Lego’s promo for their straight-to-DVD full length feature “The Adventures of Clutch Powers” . Hell yeah. I felt like a kid again. those Lego bricks are such an eye candy. I almost buy one of the starwars lego set that were being sold on the vicinity that time.
Louie : Bully in the making [part 2]
Just visited my pal on one of his classes. As usual, He’s such a bully on other kids and still wears that naughty smile.
Aspirin and some freakin high dose anti-histamines.
Ode to the “Buwis Buhay Much” series. Napapadalas ang pagkakasakit ko lately. It’s too much to blame the freakin’ weather. I think my friends are right. It’s the lifestyle. Anyway, above is that 600mg of Flumucil, just put it on a half cup of water and watch its chemical reaction similar to a dry ice, I feel like a mad scientist every time I’m doing my medication. And guys, this one taste like a Sprite soda reject
Strolling somewhere in cyberzone
Strolling somewhere in SM North, waiting for the 3:30 showtime of “Cinco”. Good thing there’s a spacious floor in the new cyberzone where I can rest for a while.
Pechay Mode
Here, Louie is wearing a pechay-inspired clothing. In preparation of a production number for their class about Go Glow and Grow foods. Hehehe. Anak ng Gulay.
Fortress is down
One of my rosary bracelets turned into pieces after it’s almost 5 year old garter that holds the beads dearly snapped. bad thing, it’s one of my fortress / shield against accidents and like. This one is special to me because “someone” gave me this as a gift and protection during my college days, for that time we’re doing a documentary about embalmers and the script oblige us to shoot in 3 different morgues, documenting in film how embalmers of different kinds [morticians for the rich and the poor] prepare dead bodies. Haist. I’ll miss that string of beads.
Lunch-out
Lunch after my mom and lil’ brother accompanied me buying new jeans. I’m experiencing pants shortage lately with my ever changing waistline. Grunt. Anyway, because I also checked some lenses and tripods for my cam, I brought it that day, I enjoyed taking picture of my mom and my little brother, it’s like looking back when I was still a kid, careless and no worries about work or anything. The time where all I care are not getting enough ice cream and daily dose of Mighty Morphin [freakin'] power rangers. hehe. I also attempted to teach Ma how to use a DSLR cam, unfortunately, she captured ceiling pics a lot.
Blackout Carousel
This is what I hate the most. Walang kuryente for 24 hours, me shortage sa tubig and not getting enough sleep becasue those monsters under my bed are grunting all the time due to they cant make their air-condition to work.
Good thing Larry [my brother, the family's resident inventor] Invented numbers of rechargeable lamps which he was able to recharge during the summer. but still, I do prefer the candlelight drama for my room. It is nice for my cam to got a nifty amount of batt, I was able to experiment midst of the darkness surrounding me.
Pig-out
Yeah, I know, i’m getting fat and it’s not too late to start a diet. But what the heck, I’m still young and I do prefer to enjoy meals rather than be conscious on what other people will say about my body shape. In self defense, I do believe in the famous saying of a famous cook that “those who reached the age of 90 means they didn’t enjoyed the food when they were young” [ironically I forgot thy name]
Matchhead Mannequins
Brought from NBS, Its about time to get one of these. I’m always daydreaming of doing a stop motion animation but I have no idea how to start. I’m no good at clay modeling as well as carpentry, so I think this mannequins will do. I’m still doing the storyboard ’till now. Any suggestions?
Doodle it up [Part 3]
Haist. Doodling on random sheets of paper. Haist, if only I could have a whole for myself, I will draw my heart out. I got stacks of rims of clean bond paper, waiting for me to stroke some lines and occasionally crumple some of them.
Syncomass going Japanisa-hai.
Straight from our Intramuros shoot, I got a quick tutorial from co-photohiker Rose and Neil about going from SM Manila to Glorietta by riding LRT line 3 [or whatever, not sure with the number ] because I have to meet my Syncomass friends for a little chit chat. And Boy, It’s amazing how we laugh our hearts out by sharing our “call cenner” stories and fascinated by Tin’s stories about her indie film shoot. it such fun to have some time with good ol’ Syncomass pals. too bad, we cant have each other the whole night because all of us have work the next day. still, that moment is hilarious and unforgettable. Also, would like to offer a toast to that waitress who almost chased us because we almost forgot to pay our bill as we walked out of the resto, still high of laughing amidst of Jiesyl’s jokes.
well there you go, sorry for the long hiatus [wordpress is having hard time to upload my pics hehehe, hmmm, is it about time to switch to premium? tempting. tempting...]. Anyway, thanks for those who regularly check my posts. This post is inspired by a Vertical Horizon song titled “Heart in Hand” from their infamous [almost] acoustic album “Running on Ice”
Heart In Hand lyrics
I know it’s been a long road
To get these towns behind me and I
Will gladly reap what we may sow I am
There for you and you’re there for me
Pictures and photographs
Memories and windows
Goodbyes and epitaphs
Heartbeats and hellos
Are you waiting for
Heart in hand
Woman and man
See me where I stand I am
Heart
Heart in hand
These fields may hold a hunting ground
But the wolves are far behind me and I
Hear the howls and the distant sound
Of the messengers lost at sea
Into the morning light
Followed by madness
Reach through the empty fight
Searching through sadness
I know it’s been a long road
To get these fears behind me and I
Will gladly reap what we may sow I am
There for you and you’re there for me
[sorry for this geeky portion, they rearranged this song and changed the lyrics for a contemporary rock feel, and for me , the song lost it's senses...darn rock. watch the vid and you decide, reactions are welcome ]
from the refrain of the first version : “Pictures and photographs / Memories and windows / Goodbyes and epitaphs/ Heartbeats and hellos” they changed it to “I stopped believing / a long time ago / And it’s you I keep seeing/ And I won’t let you go” hmmm, well, again I do apologize for this nerdy interlude hehe
So that’s for now.
So Till then and Godspeed
No to “buwis buhay” much [Part 2]
Sabi nga nila, “one step at a time”, but I not a fan of that saying. What’s the use of two feet if you can just hop 3 to 4 steps forward? I know it sounds ridiculous [and cheesy] but hey, who don’t want to accomplish everything in nick of time.
Well, I guess I was wrong. Everyone has its own limitations and I just felt it last Saturday. I went to work while my body is aching and my tonsils in wreck. I ended up wasted but the pizza party during that time somehow cheered me up. It came back while I’m on my way home, the muscle spasms became influenza. It’s not a joke being sick, it such a waste of time. Imbes nagawa ko na ang ilan sa aking plano, ay ‘yun, nakahiga ako sa kama, matamlay at nanunuod ng season 1 ng Futurama. I’d rather keep up to my plans on how to be a pop star than stay in bed, torture myself more by thinking what’s my life could’ve been if I were Rob Thomas or Jack Neo.
Anyway, I guess I need some freakin’ rest, but for 3 days? O c’mon. I need to join my team to save some frustrated peeps on how to save their failing gadget. I tried to go to the nearest hospital but the doctor is sick as well, Ironic huh? Then I tried to self medicate but hell, I felt something in my appendix area, I might harm my liver or something so I stopped immediately.
So I have no choice, Absent nanaman ako. I don’t think my boss would be happy about that. But…sigh.
Anyway, as I write this down my temperature went low, manage to ease some occurring muscle pain and still I have a sore throat. Sickness is a belief, which must be annihilated by the divine mind. I promise as soon I get my energy back I’ll do some workout, won’t miss a single pop of vitamin C and give my rest to have a 8 full hours sleep [in other words : less time for Facebook. ]
So that’s for now.
So Till then and Godspeed
Just for now
It’s been a crazy month to start the latter half of this year. Post productions here and Day[night] job there, it’s like doing the same balancing act every day. But thank God, even though I didn’t get enough sleep, I still do enjoy both.
But lately, having enough sleep is getting harder and harder, it is more challenging than the calls I got everyday as a technical support. Well at least, it does not hard identify the reasons why.
First, the call “cenner” paranoia like getting irate callers at the beginning of your shift, escalations, accidents while on your way to work, etc. those fears begins to hunt me every time I’m planning to get a shut eye. Those realizations will be accompanied by “last song syndrome” , horrible is, you’ll not hearing some straight-to-the-hell tunes, but some freaking ambient noise of the office like the collective murmurs of the technicians while they deal with their callers and the repetitive noise of the computer keyboard.
Second is too many thoughts, too many plans, so little time. Many plans are running inside my head this time, from re-editing our digital film”Relica”, some photography stints up to planning to redo my opening billboard and updating my demo reel. Well, I think I can sleep now, must survive the 4th day of the week with a bang, very excited with the weekend. I think I can do some of my plans by then. And about those “call cenner” related nightmares? Well, I think I’ll hug an Avaya-inspired stuff toy, count irate customers until I fall asleep. Hehehe
[about my lil studio’s opening billboard; care to share any suggestions? check out this OBB I'm currently using on my projects ]
Well that’s for now…
So Till then and Godspeed
After a long Hiatus : Burning 6th floor Chairs
Hello everybody, it’s been a while since the last time I posted something here. Well, for some strange reasons, I can’t open my account for almost 2 weeks. Bizarre. Anyway, I supposed to post some articles about animated films featured in Oscars, however something in the news bugged me recently.
I graduated in a four year course, It just cost me four years of hardwork and perseverance and almost 300 pesos per semester, merely 12 – 24 pesos per unit. That’s why I understand why students on my alma matter was so angry on the proposal to raise tuition fee up to 200 per unit. It is a state university, for crying out loud, education should be free however there’s an amount to pay to avail certain academic knowledge. Okay, students back then fought on what they believe in, we do march rally, noise barrage, class walk out and even dialogues with some higher officials. All of them sort of worked that’s why we enjoyed the cheapest/affordable college “tuition” in the country.
What I said earlier, tuition should be free, but dialogues was made and both parties was agreed on an understanding that the tuition that be paid by the students will be used to build more facilities students can use. The government continues to cut our budget, thus paying small amount will help the university stand on its own feet.
But now, we don’t understand anymore why the admin should raise the fee that high. Are they aware of average income of a “mangbabalut”, Janitors, vendors and all blue collar workers who are trying to put their kids to college and somehow, produce a graduate regardless of their income? Are they aware how hard to see your parents work hard just to pay your tuition, produce your baon and put something on the table while you, trying to make a suggestion to leave college and find a job just to make things easier for them. Are they aware that a raise on tuition fees may cause family drama, making the tormented for the whole year o may change the kid’s course of life?
When asked why they need to do that, all we could understand is “to improve facilities” and “Huge budget cut”.
In these past few days, students, activists in particular can’t hold their anger anymore, they threw their examination papers, tables and a bunch of chairs out of the main building and burned them. The outrange made into local and national news, It was covered by media almost every day since the day it started. And last night, I learned from a colleague that they got more worse, chairs bungee jumped from the 6th floor of the main building, had a nasty fall, broke to pieces then burn into ashes. Many of those chairs are still in good condition, some claims it is brand new. My colleague showed pictures she took regards the incident. I felt liberated but somehow, I felt something wrong.
Burning chairs aint do anything good. They should know that every chair placed in the building came from someone’s hard earned tuition fee. Even though they are activist, it is not an excuse to do such things just to be heard. Activists once mauled by some policeman, and he’ll cry for human rights. But when they outnumbered a troop, they just beat those policemen to death, not practicing what they preached. Please remember, even though you’re fighting for some intent, think of equal rights, don’t think that human rights is all about your own rights. Going back to the rally. It is so wrong just to burn someone’s effort to put good facility on your school grounds. We’re all educated, we should know that part of our tuition goes to the facilities were enjoying right now; it’s like buying our own chair, table and cubicle. So why burn them and preach about the high tuition fees? I just don’t get it. Please be civilized, don’t just do things because you just feel like it. Please try to attend a class, that’s why you passed PUPCET at the first place, to study and make your family proud. You can help the university by other means. Try to clean the university, spread the word that can boost someone’s morale, try not to write some trash talks and non sense graffiti around the building because you just don’t like the regulations, try to talk like a civilized man, an educated one. Try to go to basics, dialogues do wonder and peacefull arrangements. Be mature. Think of other students who is trying their best to study while someone is shouting outside during school hours; think of those studes that had a hard time to get into school being interrupted by your speech that can be heard after school hours, Before you waste a spray can for a angry graffiti, think of those students painted the university to make it more presentable and clean. THINK THAT YOU”RE NOT THE ONLY PUPIAN ON THIS PLANET. Lucky you have the voice, use it wisely. You’re a part of the solution right? Not part of the problem.
“If you want a symbolic gesture, don’t burn the flag; wash it. “ —Norman Thomas
[Oh by the way, I'll try to go back to regular postings, I just have to deal with my schedule, but what the heck, I'm too excited to share many new things I discovered from the net, from work, and from my hobby, also please be patient for the continuations of those two novels "Mga ulap sa aking ulunan" and "Carousel"..Well see yah, be nice to others and pass the gratitude]
Well that’s for now…
So Till then and Godspeed
Heartburn Theif
Did I do something wrong to the whole humankind, the race of life and euphoria of existence? That’s the only question that kept thinking over and over. Not to brag but I am a nice person, I always think of others and do anything for the welfare of others. But, God, do I deserve this kind of curse?
Ok, too much drama, hehe, I am talking about what happened to me early this morning.
Because of some heartburns [according to the nurse : chest pains] I am allowed to go home early, I also skipped my 2nd day round, and all the tasks planned for me at the 5th Pinoy Media Congress. I normally rides ordinary bus when going home but unfortunately, I am badly need of rest and it took me almost half an hour waiting still, Air-conditioned buses are the only ones who are available that time.
A good air-conditioning helps me to fell asleep anytime, anywhere and coincidentally, beside a petty thief. Too much graphic to tell the whole “holdapan” process. At least I’m safe and able to go home. I lost my phone and wallet full of cards because of the incident. But I gained more than the usual serving of a mom’s nag, sermon for breakfast, this ain’t going’ good.
Actually this is my third to become a prospect/target victim. I don’t know, If my eyes serves me right, I disn’t looks like a kind of a rich guy, my cuteness, if serves them as a standard, is only slight above average, I often mistakenly approached as students by others. I lost my Zagath, Xpress music, Videocam, and a dslr , 2 original expensive batteries last year because of the same incident.
I just make a thought that, it’s like Christmas, some of us are in need of money and will do anything to have a good Christmas, but this time, the rising prices of various flowers for the coming Valentine’s triggers them to do such things.
Anyway, there’s a video tip to avoid some petty crimes
Well that’s for now…
So Till then and Godspeed
1am Spree
Lately I had this nice shift schedule. I like this one better because I can go to work without dealing with morning traffic jam and go home at exact 1am, perfect time to take a couple stroll around Emerald Avenue , Garnet and someparts of Ortigas. You’ll be walking under the city lights and be caressed by the midnight breeze. Ok, I think I have to stop there. But one there are things I cringe about this shift and here are those:
Scarcity on Wheels
Waiting for a busride for about 30 minutes is tolerable but an hour? at the very heart or Ortigas? Hello? I can manage to stand and wait in a slightly lit waiting shed in front of a famous mall, still, some elements can ruin those “emo” moments and at times can be even threat to my life which would be…
Unknown Forces of Terabithia
Pickpockets, snatchers, holdapers, Drunk fraternity Dudes, some dangerous homeless guys, Wild gangsters on loose, crazy Excons, Rapists, Male rapists, BiRapists [if there's such a thing, Perverts, and other forces that may hurt you and take all of your belongings. Everytime I travel alone or waiting for a ride alone , I always see to it that there's no strange or weird entity within my 50 meters mark, 360 degrees, even though I'm sleepy, whenever there's an entity, I always do keep my eyes wide open.
Had a bad experience with holdapers, they took my phone and videocam last year, as for the male rapists..hmmm...hehehe..nothing..just remembered something
wahehehe...
Inviting forces of Terabithia
Photo courtesy by : http://barangayrp.files.wordpress.com
These are those women, guys, and in-between scattered all over, waiting for someone they think needs their “services”. It kinda annoys me whenever I cross the underpass in cabao at the middle of the night, There’s always some lads that will interupt your walk and ask you if you want to do short time with them. I mean, they’re vulgar about it, it’s like they’re bragging it. I’m not judging them, They’re trying to “work hard” [empasize on the hard] for money, stillI can’t help to cringe when some lads ask me to do it with them for some bucks.
I mean hello, not all people have the libido of a horse or a rabbit. I’m a traditional man you know, Sex is sacred to me and picking up someone from the street might give you some unwanted disease, some can be curable but majority can destroy your life in an instant.
Rollercoaster express.
Bunking to right...waaahhhh...just spilled my coffee..damn.
I don’t remember myself buying a bus ticket for a ride to hell? I always ride buses with the route of Sapang Palay , San Jose del Monte Bulacan to Mall of Asia, Pasay. It’s okay to be in the bus for almost 3 hours every ride. It gave me endless opportunites like enjoying my player for quite awhile , catch up some sleep or finish the movie shown o board. It’s okay also to stuck in a traffic jam when going home, it’s more favorable when its an airconditioned bus, it’s like I’m on a hibernation.
But going home in this midnight shift is kinda dangerous, the streets of the metro are pretty available for drag racing. and when I say drag racing, no need to look for some ferrari to experience it, the most affordable andrenaline rush can be found on our local buses.
Do you know that they always race to death whenever there’s a chance? They can push their pedal hard and speed thier way to the detination, it looks like they’re much more excited going home than their passengers, of maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m just constipated. Imagine, they can 50 km for couple of
seconds. The decent concrete road of the metro even a chance for them to perform some scary bunking, your bus will be at the over max speed, in zig zag and almost tumble. Anyone whose have a weak heart may throw up anytime.You may also think that it’ll be your last bus ride.
It’s there routine everyday, between the hours of 11pm to 4am, want to experience the ride? ride Sapang palay buses, and if you’re a hardcore when it comes to palying daredevil, try to look for some ordinary buses, and for those who don’t want to make to home ALIVE, try to look for Mayamy, Santrans , and Jell ordinary buses. Those buses even comes with detachable walls and wheels,those buses at times, fell into pieces during the race which guarrantees you for a ride to hell.
And if you want a grotesque end , try to look for this certain Santrans bus [plate number will be provided so you could be suprised] that had been in so many accidents, it even killed its very own driver a couple of times. Plus the history of…uhmm..I’ll continue it to my next posts…so there, next..
Scarcity on Wheels part 2
Within 1am to 4am , I always have a hard time looking a jeepney to ride going to the subdivision. I can only two things just to make at home. First, ride a tricycle that will cost you a hefty price or have a 2-hill hike. When I’m tired, I resorted on the expensive ride, but when the moon is at it’s glory, I can manage to hike almost 2 hills just to make at home, It’s kinda excercise you know, which i badly needs this time
so there you go, if you’re going home, have a nice and safe trip going back home. If you’re going to work , wishing you a swift travel so you can be stay fresh and ready to go to work, school or whatever. Again, Godspeed and Ingats
That thing you call “Dedication” and me
uhmmm…Happy new year everybody..?
i know it’s too late to wish everyone in blogspace a great new year but hey…please don’t take it against me hahaha…I think I’m overreacting.
Moving forward. to those first time to land on this blogsite, greetings from Amherst Ureiqn and for those subscribed this to their RSS feeds, thanks and I’m enjoyed the last months of 2008 sharing you my ideas.
I noticed that i took almost a month to post new content on this blogsite. and its against my personal reason making this blogsite. it’s like I promised myself to do a hundred abcrunches every morning but I end up doin it when I’m feel having heart attack.
So this would be my resolution [can't call it "new year resolution" for obvious reasons], I will make myself observe my own rules, I will perform every task given to me on said time [and space]. I will create no excuses for everytime i’m feeling tardy and needy.I’m 22 years old now for crying out loud, I have a job and a life, all I need is to grow up more. It doesn’t mean I’ll stop myself acting childdish, I still do that, it’s part of the process [and life in general], I guess in adult terms, it is called “goofing around”.
So there you go, Expect new contents on this site everyday, when I say everyday, I mean EVERYDAY. i’ll post every little thing about my life, reaction to current events, media refernces, and I think I have to expose my nerdy side. And to make more appealing, think every blog I post, are hundred of ab crunches i made in between writing the post. so my theme for this 2010 is DEDICATION.
See you around and thanks for reading and considering my thoughts
I’ll miss my sense of hearing
I just learned that I lost my earphones during a trip
I think I lost it at the mall bay side while taking outrageous photos with my college friends.
Almost ten months since I got that pair which reminds me how old my recent phone was.
All I can do is feel an inner grunt and for sure I’ll miss my earphones as I go to work everyday.
As of now, I can’t listen to my fave music, to the morning rush podcasts and to my audiobooks…how sad.
GRUNT.
IN OTHER'S PERSPECTIVE