how lonely today’s friday night is. when everyone else in the metropolis is geared up for friday night fever, here i am, mentally wandering, endlessly browsing the internet, and missing my barkada sorely. curious of how they are doing, where they are, how has life been for them…
i should not have browsed my friendster, else i would not have this corny recollection. i would not have realized that i miss them already… the laughters, the same old repeating but hilarious stories about C, the gossips, the loves and misloves... and everything else. wherever you are, i miss you my f4e. tsk. tsk.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
celebrating freedom
last monday, 12th of june, is independence day. and thank God it fell on a monday for my weekend was extended for another 24 hours. so, for the next few hours of extended freedom, i went malling and unintentionally(?) shopping, in the halls and malls of the busy metro with good friend-emma (who just recently arrived from a 2-week hiatus in bacolod), her beau-archie, and my shopping partner-daping. off we went to spend the 12th of june celebrating—well, freedom.
freedom. i now realize how free i am to shop whatever i want to shop, eat whatever i want to eat, and go to places i want to go. well of course, there are limitations you impose for yourself –taking into consideration your budget, finances and other intangible responsibilities. and although not absolute, the fact remains that i am still endowed with a lot more freedom… a lot more free compared to the days when i was still in school and is dependent on what papa and mama would give me… a lot more free compared to the days when i was still in bacolod, living under the same roof with my parents... and a lot more free now that i earn my own money.
so for now, while still enjoying my youth and while responsibilities are quite lesser, i continue to enjoy, seize and celebrate my given freedom. cest la vie!
freedom. i now realize how free i am to shop whatever i want to shop, eat whatever i want to eat, and go to places i want to go. well of course, there are limitations you impose for yourself –taking into consideration your budget, finances and other intangible responsibilities. and although not absolute, the fact remains that i am still endowed with a lot more freedom… a lot more free compared to the days when i was still in school and is dependent on what papa and mama would give me… a lot more free compared to the days when i was still in bacolod, living under the same roof with my parents... and a lot more free now that i earn my own money.
so for now, while still enjoying my youth and while responsibilities are quite lesser, i continue to enjoy, seize and celebrate my given freedom. cest la vie!
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
a very ALARMing news
this morning, luis got up way earlier than the time he has scheduled to wake up. pissed and annoyed by the repeating sound coming from a cellphone. it was ian’s, again. so he got mad, goaded perhaps, after having reminded ian several times (over and over again…even i, joked about it last night) about the impact his cellphone’s alarm has been doing not only to luis’ sleep but to everyone else’s as well. what happened next? luis got up, turned all the lights on, and in his most irritating and sarcastic way, asked why does he (ian) lets his alarm (in full volume) keep ringing, on and off, where in fact, has no work for the day (as he is scheduled to leave (temporarily) late in the afternoon for bacolod… farewell, ian...hehehe).
i didn’t know of this until i woke up and listened to my other housemate’s story telling.
anyway, when asked what really transpired, ian, as usual, have been theoretical about it. according to him, he schedules his phone to alarm, but then upon being conscious of the sound (after so so minutes—imagine that!), he resets his alarm (or it automatically resets itself—snoozing aka, in case he can’t hear it and everyone else’s hears it loud and clear). he does this so that he can prepare his subconscious to total awakening. very theoretical, isn’t it? hehehe. well, i get his point—to psychologically satisfy to himself that yes, he had a good night’s sleep.
the irony though is that today, his justification (forgive me for the term) sounded as if I was responsible for having misled luis the other day. apparently, last night i happen to tell them that ian’s scheduled flight is 5am, which is not really true (punked! hahaha!). ian reasoned out that because of this, luis, upon hearing the alarm, woke him up. In fact, luis asked ian if he is already late for his flight. Ian shrugged and informed him that no, his flight is still in the afternoon. and this got luis irritated. therefore, for ian, it was primarily my fault, and secondarily his alarm's fault...oh, well.
but for pete’s sake, ian!—the fact remains that your phone alarmed, so strong and powerful that everyone else's hears except you. and this did not happen just now, it happens almost everyday. what got luis mad (and you have to accept this!) is because, since time immemorial, you have been reminded of this irritating habit, yet still you didn’t mind.
this, perhaps, is another laughable moment at the apartment. and the timing was just so right—just right when ian is about to leave the apartment for two months to work (and have an implied vacation at the same time) in bacolod. hehehe…
for the next two months, we shall sorely miss ian’s alarm clock… and not to mention, his accidental mishaps… the iron, the mirror, the extension cord, the electric fan, the...… whew!
PS: bato bato sa langit, ang matamaan huwag magalit!!! peace. hehehe.
i didn’t know of this until i woke up and listened to my other housemate’s story telling.
anyway, when asked what really transpired, ian, as usual, have been theoretical about it. according to him, he schedules his phone to alarm, but then upon being conscious of the sound (after so so minutes—imagine that!), he resets his alarm (or it automatically resets itself—snoozing aka, in case he can’t hear it and everyone else’s hears it loud and clear). he does this so that he can prepare his subconscious to total awakening. very theoretical, isn’t it? hehehe. well, i get his point—to psychologically satisfy to himself that yes, he had a good night’s sleep.
the irony though is that today, his justification (forgive me for the term) sounded as if I was responsible for having misled luis the other day. apparently, last night i happen to tell them that ian’s scheduled flight is 5am, which is not really true (punked! hahaha!). ian reasoned out that because of this, luis, upon hearing the alarm, woke him up. In fact, luis asked ian if he is already late for his flight. Ian shrugged and informed him that no, his flight is still in the afternoon. and this got luis irritated. therefore, for ian, it was primarily my fault, and secondarily his alarm's fault...oh, well.
but for pete’s sake, ian!—the fact remains that your phone alarmed, so strong and powerful that everyone else's hears except you. and this did not happen just now, it happens almost everyday. what got luis mad (and you have to accept this!) is because, since time immemorial, you have been reminded of this irritating habit, yet still you didn’t mind.
this, perhaps, is another laughable moment at the apartment. and the timing was just so right—just right when ian is about to leave the apartment for two months to work (and have an implied vacation at the same time) in bacolod. hehehe…
for the next two months, we shall sorely miss ian’s alarm clock… and not to mention, his accidental mishaps… the iron, the mirror, the extension cord, the electric fan, the...… whew!
PS: bato bato sa langit, ang matamaan huwag magalit!!! peace. hehehe.
one year and a box of chocolate
i’ve been living on my own, 400 miles or so away from home, for already a year. that is: 5 months of painstaking review, 3 months of idle (mentally-draining) time, and 4 months of financial independence. 12 months have gone, and goodness!, i’m still alive—even writing, and telling how the year have educated me, a lot.
how short a time it is to capsulate 4 years of college into a 5-month review, in exile at that. it may appear short, but i tell you, it was a long, non-stop journey. imagine. you are miles away from and you settle yourself in a room of 8 other homo sapiens totally different from you. you force yourself to eat food you have never longed for. you permanently engrave in your mind to wake up early in the morning and go to bed late. you basically revolve your life on the books you’ve read, the quizzers you’ve been frustratingly trying to solve and the big question you’ve been most bothered of—“what if i don’t pass?”. you have nowhere else to go, no other worthy remedy but to just hang on there, and wishfully not lose your sanity.
and thank God, mine was intact. my prayers were answered. i’ve got what i have eagerly wanted. i passed my exams and thought everything will go smoothly after—or so it seems. for the next 3 months i was tortured by boredom, some feeling of uselessness, and insecurity. well, until i found my job- until i realized that it was all worth the wait, after all.
now, i’m trying to learn how to live independently and have been patiently practicing for the past four months. looking back, i laugh at myself… for still not knowing how to cook simple rice and real (not canned) food, for still not handwashing my undergarments (mind you, the washing machine is such a helpful invention), for still borrowing money from mama if I ran out of cash, for still requesting from home to send me stuffs-food, groceries, clothes etc., for still being childish and always feeling lonesome…
anyway, i could not have survived the past year without my housemates (you see, i was paid to say this!). 10 of them during the first five months of my ordeal with my so-called independence… and 5 of them remaining (strong, patient and still standing) in our apartment now. even though for the entire year i was emotionally, spiritually, and mentally battered (or even raped, as i always complain…hehehe) by them, i had always felt happy and secure with their company. i had always felt babied, spoiled –something that i was very used to back in bacolod (the very reason why i can’t be totally independent, so blame it to them just as well… hehehe). and i’m perpetually praying for them to receive more and more patience, just as i am afraid that they might grew tired and irate of me someday. hehehe.
for the past year l have realized and learned so many things. learning and experiences i could not even materialize into words. as i know (and think) of now, the key(s) to a healthy relationship boils back to the basics: extra-patience, understanding, being open to compromise, acceptance and most importantly—the gift of prayer. well, hopefully this formula works in the long-run—that i have to uncover in the coming months or even years of staying with them (years?—are you kidding!?! well, who knows…hehe) after all, life is a big test.
and just like a box of chocolate, we’ll never know what we’ll gonna get…
until we really get them.
how short a time it is to capsulate 4 years of college into a 5-month review, in exile at that. it may appear short, but i tell you, it was a long, non-stop journey. imagine. you are miles away from and you settle yourself in a room of 8 other homo sapiens totally different from you. you force yourself to eat food you have never longed for. you permanently engrave in your mind to wake up early in the morning and go to bed late. you basically revolve your life on the books you’ve read, the quizzers you’ve been frustratingly trying to solve and the big question you’ve been most bothered of—“what if i don’t pass?”. you have nowhere else to go, no other worthy remedy but to just hang on there, and wishfully not lose your sanity.
and thank God, mine was intact. my prayers were answered. i’ve got what i have eagerly wanted. i passed my exams and thought everything will go smoothly after—or so it seems. for the next 3 months i was tortured by boredom, some feeling of uselessness, and insecurity. well, until i found my job- until i realized that it was all worth the wait, after all.
now, i’m trying to learn how to live independently and have been patiently practicing for the past four months. looking back, i laugh at myself… for still not knowing how to cook simple rice and real (not canned) food, for still not handwashing my undergarments (mind you, the washing machine is such a helpful invention), for still borrowing money from mama if I ran out of cash, for still requesting from home to send me stuffs-food, groceries, clothes etc., for still being childish and always feeling lonesome…
anyway, i could not have survived the past year without my housemates (you see, i was paid to say this!). 10 of them during the first five months of my ordeal with my so-called independence… and 5 of them remaining (strong, patient and still standing) in our apartment now. even though for the entire year i was emotionally, spiritually, and mentally battered (or even raped, as i always complain…hehehe) by them, i had always felt happy and secure with their company. i had always felt babied, spoiled –something that i was very used to back in bacolod (the very reason why i can’t be totally independent, so blame it to them just as well… hehehe). and i’m perpetually praying for them to receive more and more patience, just as i am afraid that they might grew tired and irate of me someday. hehehe.
for the past year l have realized and learned so many things. learning and experiences i could not even materialize into words. as i know (and think) of now, the key(s) to a healthy relationship boils back to the basics: extra-patience, understanding, being open to compromise, acceptance and most importantly—the gift of prayer. well, hopefully this formula works in the long-run—that i have to uncover in the coming months or even years of staying with them (years?—are you kidding!?! well, who knows…hehe) after all, life is a big test.
and just like a box of chocolate, we’ll never know what we’ll gonna get…
until we really get them.
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