Paris sucks!
Paris and Berlin are sweet and grand and all but I've never thought they can be real buzzkills. Ate Angel and I have been camping at our Imbestigador cubicle for about a week now--coordinating for our Europe special at night, working on Schengen during the day. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! We need a holy schmowly fucking break. I need a holy schmowly fucking break. Worse is that it's freakin' cold in here like the ICT people are keeping us in cyrogen.
If only Mike Enriquez could bring us freshly brewed coffee and glazed doughnuts right about now then things would feel a little less cold. But, um, that's shooting the moon--you wish, Karol.
Street Corner Serenade
I was on my way home yesterday after visiting a friend in San Juan when a peculiar scenario caught my eye right by Maude Street or Maude Hill, i'd like to call it. A guy is looking up with flowers in his hands, singing a familiar love song. Is it me or this man is serenading some girl? After all--much to my doubt--it was 11ish on my watch and the weather wasn't promising anything friendly. But then, i heard the song. Nanghaharana siya sa tanghaling-tapat at sa gitna ng init--how cool is that? I wonder if boys and girls, except for that Maude man still do or even think of that at this point in time when relationships are just as good as cliches--too pedantic that you'd rather emblazone a cheesy teen flick in your mind because it guarantees moments that'll stay just as they are. My hats off to that harana guy--whoever you are--wish you well.
Lest I forget
I've been putting off writing for quite a time now and it's not a good feeling. Para akong may hangover na dalawang buwan na ang binibilang. Lest I totally forget that one thing where I am allowed to give myself away, hands down then--I am surrendering and bringing myself back in. I will try, really try hard to lessen Mr. Friedrich now but if I can't help it, my apologies.
Mood: Sober
Current music: Spoonman by Soundgarden
Status Quote 002
Moral actions are actions done out of sympathy for others. --F.W. Nietzsche
What i didn't get this Christmas
Isa lang naman gusto ko eh.
Spending Summer this December
I celebrated my first Christmas party at work last night. It was a good excuse for everyone to get wasted but I chose to be sober. I was never really that psyched about parties anyway or Christmases in this case. I got a gift though. I had exactly what I wished for. A basketball! Really cool.
After five months of spending days like the world is taking its toll on me, I’m beginning my long overdue vacation today. I am making a choice to be out of touch for a while because I freakin’ owe myself a lot. I'll ride my bike. I’ll go to the beach and write and write and write and write. Did I say that I’d write? n_n
Miss Karol here has the worst habit of buying books even if she doesn’t really get to finish them. So now is the perfect time. First up is Ninotchka Rosca’s At Home in the World.
I kinda missed a lot of movies too: Fight Club, Phone Booth, 2046, The Notebook, The Terminal, Lost in Translation. Gee, where have I been? Besides that, I promised my brother that we’d build a little playing field (basketball/soccer/badminton) at home so I’ll probably start on that one out.
December never felt this sunny.
And more time for her now.
Status Quote 001
In heaven, all the interesting people are missing. --F.W. Nietzsche
Sudden Bicol
Ten hours back and forth Manila didn’t seem that long.
Gas stations. Container vans. Big trucks. Bigg’s Diner. Bula Lohan. Fireflies.
Where could my next stop be? Hmmm.
Ten Things
My 2004: [10] Leaving UP (sob); [9] Landing a dangerous job; [8] Suicide notes piling up (still in ink, not on blood); [7] Four funerals, three baby showers; [6] Catching a wry smile from Doug Robb,
[5] Unfinished novels; [4] A shiny new mountain bike and a couple of bruises,
[3] Hearing ‘Warning’ and ‘A Certain Shade of Green’ live and getting a guitar pick from Mikey,
[2] Stumbling upon an old friend after ten long freakin' years; [1] Learning how to whistle.
That pretty much wraps up my year—kind of like the same old shit, different day. What’s yours like?
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