Current Reality
Because I kind of missed Karen Beltran (no, I DO miss her!), for she is my current merms, and I call her my soulmate and milady, I decided to go grab her latest brainchild. Thanks for the title!
Festival Supermall. Starbucks to be specific. Yuck. Here again. At this pfft-forsaken place where everybody drinks high-maintenance caffeine in tall cups. And I wonder what was I doing here on a Sunday night (Oct 5). I missed a church visit because I opted to go on a little shopping spree. And to breathe air. Haha. Usual litany. No, they call this self-mode. During weekdays, I couldn't even hear myself think. Sometimes, I would just stare at space during those few idle times, and suddenly, in a jiffy, you are zapped back to reality. How's that?
Digression. Sorry about that. Now, this place, reminds me of simple questions I once posed to myself, and a few unfortunate beings. The lady at my corner, cozily seated on a couch, and wearing beautifully that white asymmetrical dress, and donned a hairstyle fitting for a celebrity, why is she here? And this American seated next to me, sipping on his hot coffee, with nicely cut jeans and seemingly-genuine Giordano top, why is he here? And those young adults, nicely dressed, for a Sunday night, why are they here? All of which narrows my inquiry. What has gone into today's society that these people all flock to coffee-drenched-atmosphere shops to relive singlehood. Haha there.
Sometime, I've mulled with the idea on the variety of these details. Starbucks, Figaro, UCC, Cafe Breton, Coffee Bean, you name them, they all foster that ambience suitable for singles, and those wanting to break from this status. For almost at a cost of $3.00, you get the usual high the coffee brings into the soul, plus the sight of some singles searching for singles. It has become the local bar at the tinseltown, when everything has become more or less subtle.
Being single is not at all bad. (Ows?!) Really. Pray tell, I hope I do get some amen from here. Haha. But seriously, the way these things do to one's imagination, they could be so astonishing. I mean the coffee shops and all. And going back to the singlehood, I've read that to put oneself in the shoe of a single, isn't that easy. In a world that is today, it is far harder to be single than to be attached. In a sea of people, all coddled by their SO (Significant Other), it makes you want to double take and hurl stuff. And yeah, what could be more difficult than preventing yourself from doing so.
At least, when you are single, you get to admire people for as long as you like. Hmm. And for those houses that the coffee beans built, whoever started the idea, thank you for giving me the temporary high. At least!.
Labels: coffee, singlehood, Thoughts
Oratia Imperata per se
Punctuality. I was never a part of this one.Cliche. Perhaps long ago, I was fast asleep when the virtue of punctuality befell mankind. Fortunately, there was this crack on the roof, and I was spared a few miniscule droplets. From thereon, I had little knowledge of what punctuality was like, but then so, never really practiced that much.During frequent meets, I was always the "most late". At least, I didn't let my old job affect my attendance and punctuality. What I lacked for punctuality, I more than made up for attendance. And performance. Nice. Even in school, that would speak for me, but then again, punctuality slowly crept its way up to the hierarchy, being ONE of the standards. Crap.Whenever my friends and I schedule a stroll, it was imperative on the occasion that I "arrive" an hour and a half before the "scheduled" meet. Quote and quote. I don't know how bad I am afflicted with the cancer but I usually, no, always(?) arrive one and a half hour AFTER the deadline. How funny. But that's what friends are for. You abuse them with all your might. Who else in the world could you abuse than them?And with that, I was branded as "tardy". It was supposed to mean "late late". Duper duper is already 80's mind you.But lately, with the recent introduction of excitement and new-found passion, I may have discovered the indomitable ingredients of finally vanquishing this illness. Tell you what, I haven't been late ever since in my recent stint! I guess I wouldn't have to see myself as a septuagenarian before I do the unthinkable. Or I wouldn't have to surrender myself to an Oratio Imperata! Haha! ....And my new motto? Being on time, is certainly being LATE.Labels: Activities, Tardiness, Thoughts
The Primate of my Thoughts
Sometimes, netsurfing could just shatter your most awaited happiness. The natural inquisitive behaviour of man, also known as curiosity, well fits into the picture. The past week was, again, good. Fine. Funny. Preposterous. Giddy-ish. Sometimes, I just wish things would be like that. Tsk. Takas moments. What I would give just to have all of those again. Nyek. Senti hydnar. Senti. Senti. Senti. If ever you'd encounter me in this mood, I give you due permission to strike that scimitar upon me. Haha! Hay. Goodluck. And smile. weekend. at last. Happy Halloween! Happy Oktoberfest!Postscript: Saka na yung more senseful updates, current feeds et al. Katamad e. Can't completely grasp the right words and adjectives.Labels: -ber, Happy, Smile, Suuuuuuhhhhweeeet, Thoughts
The Excited State of Bidding Goodbye and Saying Hello
Earlier, on my way to Ortigas, I suddenly found myself looking on the east side of the bus. The days pass by me like the breeze, and it's mid-october already. Dati, I look on the west side, and I still can remember vividly everything. It was a nice chapter of my life, and at this very moment, I'm ready to close that part of me. I'm looking east. Yes, I am. And I'm missing east. I can't wait to go there. Oh how I wish the east would want me as well. And if it did, I'll make sure, to grab it with both hands, and embrace the beauty that I once enamored. I'm back. I am. Yey!Labels: -ber, Happy, Mid-October, Thoughts
Agglutination
The day started out with me almost giving up on almost everything. Iniisip ko na lang na matapos yung araw, and Good Heavens, ok na. As in! The morning, noon and early afternoon totalled a great disaster, and I was on the verge of leaping out of the borders of my sanity. I remember walking along Pedro Gil and Agoncillo, back and forth, and taking a jeepney ride to Faura because I was at my low then, and I couldn't contain the pressure. I kept on thinking, even though I already have in my hand my finished output. Circumstances prevented me to pass the original, brought about by the loss of the fucking USB. It's late in the afternoon when I finally met head on with probably good luck, and some good strike. I got the grade I didn't expect to get. Which was higher. Haha! Ayun. I quickly went to the PGH chapel to show my appreciation.The day was rather odd. I was busy sorting out things inside my head, but it seems they have gotten themselves some strong roots. Sometimes, I think of empanelling a grand jury to help me decide on these issues. Literally, it kills me. But you know, it's kinda weird. Being killed this way, it's blissful. Reeeaally blissful.One thing. It changed my outlook. I thought once you just fall for it. But then, what do you know. I'm climbing onto it. Full speed.*Stock market and Philippine Peso: At 7 year-highs! Yey!Labels: -ber, Confusions, Resurgences, Thoughts, tracking the stock market ang hobby..
Thinking out Loud
Haha! This is definitely farcical. I've been chancing up on some pictures over the web, surfing for just about anything, until I stumbled upon this article, not necessarily a commenting one, and not a vilifying one either. It introduced me to this/these uhhh... newfound subject(s). Upon closer look, I found out that I was interested because.. hmmm.. Good grief. The "subject" or "subjects" (yes, they are two), have a striking resemblance to someone I know. Haha! And it just dawned on me, like 5 secs earlier? Oh well. Just lighting up the night. It's been a good week. And I've gotten myself a replenishment of funds. School is about to end, just some papers more. And work's good too, I'm getting the hang of it, after such a looong time, actually, even bagging the top agent position. But even the sum of all of these are dwarved by this little incident. And I wonder. Even more, I will ponder upon. Hopefully, not some farce.Labels: -ber, Out Loud, Smile, Thoughts
Vague Vicissitudes
Glaring at the monitor screen, I try to detach myself from the noise that well surrounds me. For this certain moment, I'd like to impose a sense of monotony to the world. It's quite riveting that the next potentate that I am, I feel a little helpless when I should be wielding a great force to let everyone know that in here lies a certain me. Hehe. Funny. fuuunny. It is particularly imminent that the tides have switched and reverted themselves. Curse the moon, in this case, Deimos and Phobos, for going over the fence so quickly. But I don't think one would imagine that this would be so abrupt. Rawr. The tagalogs have a term for this. "Parang dumaan lang"."Hi flower. And what the heck are you smiling at?" haha. A sign of nonexistence...And I shall disappear with the whiff of the wind. And no one would know where I had gone to.PS. Why?Labels: -ber, Confusions, Mars speaks, Thoughts, Weak
The Leave-er and the Leave-ee
For the past months, it never ceased to amaze me, I mean, the wonders and the bonkers of the thought of someone leaving ahead of others. I've always been fascinated with how people cope with this one, and particularly shattered, of course, when bonds tightly kept are abruptly cut. I'll share with everyone these lines from a blog I used to visit."...naisip ko lang kanina, napakaswerte ng mga taong umaalis. kahit mapipilitan silang iwanan ang mga mahal nila, may bagong lugar upang bumuo muli ng panibagong buhay. ngunit paano naman ang mga naiiwan? ang hirap gumising na lamang at mapapansin mong pareho parin lang buhay. eto parin ang buhay na kinagawian mo. ang tanging nagbago ay wala na siya. narito ka parin sa lugar na makapagpapaalala sa'yo ng mga sandaling kasama mo siya. mahirap lalong lumimot, bumitaw at kumawala sa mga alaalang pumapako sa'yo sa mahal mo..."Everytime I come across this one, I feel a pang hit my stomach. It seems that the writer has an inexplicable wanting for that someone already bound to leave. Tsk. Attachments. Too much victims in this world already. More members, eh?Sometimes, I would tell Jerico the sadness of the person leaving. I think it surpasses even the sum total of those who would be left behind. When Johann left the trio, we were devastated. But I think it was more for him. For a single person, it would be too much to bear. Time would tell that these people would grieve, and then, time would heal the wounds, and then, they forget. They could regroup, and bond even more. As to the one who left? A new environment, a new start, a new everything. Start from scratch.Nabibigyan ng pagkakataon yung mga naiiwan to seek solace from one another. They could still be in normality since they still have one another, just minus one. It's rather sad that the solution to every ache and pain has to be forgetting. And with that, the person associated with it.It's quite funny that people make up for lost time just to compensate. Rosa, it's sweet you've gone out of your way just to express sentiments. I thoroughly appreciate that. And don't worry, for the person you are addressing in your journal, you are one of the reasons why the other side has to be considered. Don't worry about our pact. I'm sure, you could do it.I'm just waiting for the verdict......And the words of that one person recently wielding the single biggest influence in my life. I will be hanging on to these..Labels: -ber, Journey, Mid-October, Sadness, Thoughts
the passerby bleeds
You try to forget some ill-fated moments, some of which are doomed for failure even at the beginning. While others are constantly complaining with why the clocks have seemingly stopped ,when all they are relying upon is the healing prowess of time, the greater majority has been spared. You so eagerly await for days. And days become weeks. And then months. And semesters. And all was well.
I passed by the the PSE kanina. I was planning to go to Greenbelt to watch an Indie film. 'Twas very early then, and I had the impulse to just watch. Kaya lang, the minute I planted myself on the seat, it probably had grown roots.
Going back, I glared at the building which houses the local bourse. Funny it seems that people just pass by it without even taking a sec to glance. Kind of taking it for granted. If they just know that this one gave me my very first job as a quasi-advertising agent in ATC. If they just know that they serve Risotto with Radicchio and Gorgonzola. And that this one generates lots of money.
And if they just know this place was once a sanctuary. And hell, I'm missing this place.
Memories. They'll remain as they are.
*currently listening to Yellowcard's Everywhere*
Labels: Resurgences, Thoughts
Arrested Development
Eto na naman ulet. Everytime I plan something good, everything turns sour. Tsk. Seems like I've got no inborn talent or skill at planning. I should be throwing away already my organizer and other scrap pads. I should be happy. Pero hindi. And this is not good. Definitely not good. Bumabalik na naman. Napaisip tuloy ako. Sayang.Labels: Confusions, Thoughts
