Monday, January 15, 2007

Spectacular, Spectacular

I was actually reading Patchuchay Evangelista's December 31 column last night, amid my increasing worries for the morrow's long exam. I have the entire weekend to read my module, but obviously, I hardly flipped through the pages of it, evidently, again, because of my sheer katamaran. Or perhaps, Evangelista was much more interesting at the moment.

To give due reverence to her, and my being an instant fan of her, as well, I'll be using her article's title for this one.

It was the last leg of the Decem-break celebration, when I came about a friend's dilemma. I've always put this person among others in that place that I call, "the pedestal". Many I have more or less considered into it, but much less have made it. I guess they would comprise my very own Nobel laureates.

And he was actually one of them. Strong, energetic, very strong-willed, very much motivated, very much aspiring, very commanding. It would probably explain why I lost to him almost everything, even my high-school-days-old lovelife. Maybe he is just some inches shy of being that deity. Or I was just plugging in excuses to cover up my weaknesses. And I was, I realized. But after all, he was a friend. Someone I never asked for but came.

This was all I have seen. All that I have illusioned. And you could have just imagined the horror of it all when we talked about how his life had been. The shadows of his achievements proved too expensive, costing him even his very priorities. And now, just a few of those remained, and he was making the most out of them. All of these in the name of expectations. And I'm not innocent to that. I expected him much, my colleagues expected him tons of it, and they were glaringly attractive, and too precious to be ignored. I myself would have wanted the feeling of being superlative, but there's nothing sacrosanct about me, anyway.

Yes, you could say that his walls have shown in some cracks. A part was already ruptured. But I never thought of putting him off my tower. In fact, I adored him even more. It still is a mystery to me why I came to respect and think more highly of him after the incident.

And that also goes too, to my other laureates.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

A Lot like Love

(I love that movie. But it isn't the topic.)

Friday night gave me my much-desired rest. It was afternoon when our Team Captain Angel broke to us a splendid news. Wlang pasok ngaun. wow. such great news. really.

I was enthralled when I headed for home at 6:30pm. Ang aga aga. And more so when I rode the bus all the way to alabang. Wow. Gaano na nga ba katagal? 5 months? Nonetheless, it seemed yet another first for me. Grabe, namiss ko ang rutang skyway southbound! Pati ung buhay na buhay na Alabang Market sa early night. And the traffic. I never thought those petty things are worth missing din pala.

But the most "missed" of them all was that boob-tube all set for the primetime viewing. I've been wanting (so much, it hurts) to see again Maging Sino Ka Man. The last time I saw it was I think 2 weeks ago, and I have seen it 5 times pa lang. Nakakapanghinayang tlga. The story is almost perfect, and it isn't your usual, ordinary telenovela.
It is quite amazing and un-amazing perhaps, that people are all looking for love at all directions, all looking at the wrong persons, pleading and begging, when someone out there is very much willing to give it to them. How funny. And how unfortunate too. This is what happens to these 4 characters. All somewhat oblivious to their surrounding. It is troublesome to note that people could be sensitive to their own feelings, yet insensitive to others'. Diba? Bakit kaya ganun? But we are not only talking of love in here, because love in itself is quite boring, and not that much interesting. You have in here too issues, and opposites such as cowardice and bravery, uncertainty, oblivion, selfishness, freedom, judgement to name a few. And of course, I nearly forgot. Impulse.
The story I liked in here is the one between JB and Celine. I don't know why, but theirs is a story more closely knit in to the reality. and theirs is the more kakaawa one. They have inner demons,and inner conflicts that are big hindrances to them. And un ang nakakaawa. It is most difficult to fight those u can't figure out right away. How can you solve a problem like yourself, anyway?

(Cheezy me. )