Linkin Park Living Things @ SM MOA Arena 08132013

Still am speechless even days after Linkin Park rocked their Filipino fans' night, which of course included mine. That night, the 13th of August is one memorable night, being my first time to watch a rock concert. I never thought that I would be able to survive the screams of thousands of fans in a closed area but I did, and thoroughly enjoyed it I did. It was one awesome night full of energy, thanks to Mike Shinoda's rapid-fire raps (I still find it extremely difficult to rap along when I listen to him), Chester Bennington's untiring screams (I wonder how he does it without having sore throat considering that they perform every other day in their Asian tour...), Rob Bourdon's wickedly powerful drums which blended well with the equally wicked sounds created by Dave "Phoenix" Farrell on bass and Brad Delson on guitar.

They made us wait, they sure did. Ticket said 8pm. Urbandub played their songs at 8:30. I was dying from excitement. My tummy had butterflies and whatnots each minute that passes without LP. And then I slumped on my seat feeling betrayed. At 9:30, Joe Hahn appeared and the crowd roared. A few seconds before that, the arena became dim and fans were already whistling and shouting. When Rob started drumming something like sounded like a battle hymn I was brought back to life. The night was young after all and the party just got started. I forgot about worrying about how late I would get home and suffer the reprimand of my parents.

Faster and faster the drum was beat and with each beat is another level of excitement waiting to engulf me. I was afraid I would faint and pass out from too much excitement, wondering what the first song would be, wondering if "In the End", "My December", and my other faves would be performed onstage. And suddenly Mike Shinoda was rapping and the party has indeed begun. It happened so soon that I forgot how to react and just screamed with the crowd, my voice drowned in the multitude's multiple shouts.

Perhaps it's just that I want to be in the energy... How fitting that they started with "A Place for My Head".

And I lost my voice in the middle of "Papercut", one of the first songs by LP that I knew many years back. I felt like my younger self who would sing this song whenever I felt vulnerable. When they played that song, images of their video which initially creeped me out but which shortly after I loved flashed in my mind. You have to understand that it was my first time to see bizarre and disturbing images in a music video, something that made Aerosmith's "Jaded" pale in comparison. Chester still had glasses on. I remember having a crush on him because he looks like a nerd rockstar what with red hair, red pants and those glasses. Chester made me love the nerdy look. And now a more mature Chester stood before us, with tattoos on his arm and now without the glasses. As "Papercut" drew to an end, I realized missed Chester's old look.

When they played "Somewhere I Belong" I lost all inhibitions and sang along at the top of my voice. I regularly sing along to this song while working in the office and it felt so surreal to be singing along with Chester and Mike as the rest of the band played. That song is special to me. I realized just recently that when I am utterly disappointed with someone, I tend to sing "Somewhere I Belong".

By the time they played "Points of Authority" I was already bereft of shyness, never minding if my lyrics were a bit wrong (LOL). All I cared about is that DAMMIT MY FAVORITE BAND IS PLAYING, THIS IS MY FIRST ROCK CONCERT, AND I OUGHTA HAVE FUN!!! I was already wondering if next year they will have another concert here (though hopefully they do it at SMART Araneta Coliseum since SM Arena sucks big time).

I was mesmerized when they played  "Castle of Glass". The background was wonderfully done with shards of glass scattering about. (And yeah, I study glass artifacts in archaeology...) And then there was "Leave out All the Rest", another song I instantly liked from their new album "Living Things". It reminds me of the band Simple Plan for some reason. They mixed it with "Shadow of the Day" and ultimately with the theme from Transformers movie "Iridescent".

Castle of Glass

Other fave songs of mine they played were "Lost in the Echo", "Numb" (imagine the crowd going wildly crazy with this old favorite!!!), "Burn It Down", "In the End" (the crowd sang along with much gusto!!!). The concert ended with "Bleed it Out". Or so we thought. The audience clamored for an encore. We're not letting LP off the hook yet. WE SIMPLY WANT MORE. My heart was screaming, SHIT I DON'T WANT THIS NIGHT TO END!!! My words "ENCORE MILLE FOIS!!!" got lost in the echo of the crowd's "MORE!"

And so LP obliged with "Faint", "Lying from You", and "One Step Closer". All throughout, Mike and Chester greatly complemented each other. And they called it a night but even in the bus, even when I was already in bed, my mind was replaying everything. The following day and the day after that, up until now, I still can't get over the whole thing. And it's the best case of hangover yet.

The following day, my status on Facebook read:

I can't feel the way I did before

Don't turn your back on me

I won't be ignored

Time won't heal this damage anymore

Don't turn your back on me

I won't be ignored

Half Moon

So last night on the way home, I walked the "old way". It's been months since I walked that path always busy with cars and trucks, always blaring with horns, always smoggy, always smelling like a room filled with toxins that can kill in seconds. But the beauty of it lies at nighttime when overhead one sees the trains come and go. On rare occasions one can chance upon two trains coming towards each other, meeting for a brief moment that it seems like they are exchanging quick hellos and goodbyes coz in less than a minute, they are separated again, going on separate ways and never looking back until the cycle repeats itself.

At dusk the final red of the day disappears slowly down the horizon. One eagerly searches for something celestial for a bit of poetry in a night that is soon to come. One looks up and finds the moon, still in its golden splendor despite being halved.

Goodbye, Multiply

Goodbye, Multiply.

I thought you'd be with me forever. Turns out just like everything else, you have to walk out of my life, choosing to be a marketplace, an agent of capitalism, instead of being a companion to those who are lonely and in search of a listener.

I filled you with rants and raves I shared to you my innermost thoughts--- how I deal with my inner demons, my dreams, fantasies, frustrations... I opened to you my hear, I who have always been alone in this world, found a great listener in you. And now I find myself going back to the same loneliness. To whom shall I write of my rage if not to you? You who have pledged never to divulge secrets.

And so several days ago, I found myself saving every blog entry I have made. I scrambled and raced against time, for these hold my memories and my identities, and shall serve me well in forging my future.

Goodbye, Multiply. You have been a part of me. And now "us" fades into nothingness.

From Multiply 098: Down

There's a feeling of nothingness,
of alienation,
of sorrow and despair.

As I pass by the verdant fields,
melancholic winds blow through my hair
and embrace
my whole being.

How can I let myself
be dragged into such a hellhole?
How can I lose
vigilance over my
fragile sentiments?
How can I let such a jungle of a civilization get to me?

All the rage

All the frustrations

All the disappointments

Swirling
like a cyclone
infinite speed
no hesitation

I force a smile on my lips
I force myself
to think
happy thoughts
a path
the endless cycle of birth, death, and rebirth
down memory lane produces

There is nothing sadder than a girl alone in the wide fields
Sadder still is
a fragmented memory

Jun 6, '12 1:30 PM
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From Multiply 082: In a Pensive Mood...

After more than two weeks of vacation, I find myself in dire need of some physical exercise. To be confined to a monotonous routine of working and sleeping is the worst form of torture there is. Okay, I did have the much-needed opportunity to read more books for my thesis but knowing that it's for the completion of that much-dreaded thesis work got me all pressured with note-taking on the side and making sure I understand the texts that my eyes follow. Such tedious work, really. But it will be a great exercise for me, an Iska, who will one day tread the path of a researcher. Never mind that my thesis project is not in any way connected to the Philippines per se, but I'm sure it'll be useful in the future, I hope.

The whole Christmas break had been a depressing one for me, with lots of inner conflicts stirring my mind into turbulence. It was supposed to be a season to rejoice, to forget one's worries, to spread love... But hey, what love? I've grown cold, indifferent, apathetic, remorseful. To confess, I have this almost insane desire to annihilate everything. Were I Kali, that war goddess clothed in blood, or Shiva, her husband, I could have easily brought about the destruction of the world. For what reasons, you ask? For the very reason that man has become wiser in his own eyes and strays from the wisdom, seeking to make life better but only making it miserable in the process. The world has become a living hell, the product of man's incessant abuses and foolishness.

I long for the mountains and the beaches I have visited in the past. I long for the squishy mud, the sudden cold and the eventual warmth I would feel after burying my feet under it. I long for the cool soft earth, the smell of the earth that gives me a renewed sense of being. I hate all the cemented ground. The whole stretch of EDSA, Quezon Avenue, major roads, and now even narrow ones. Why pave all with cement? When the hot glaring sun is out, we all suffer as if we were being baked inside an oven. To not be with nature indeed is bad, but to be with insensible creatures is even worse; it is hell.

I remember when I was a freshie, I loved walking from Kalay to the archery range during the months of January and February. Back then, the weather was cool and refreshing, with the sweet smell of plants perfuming the atmosphere. One big bonus is the presence of clouds which shield me (okay, us) from the hateful rays of the sun. Truly a delight to go for a walk, especially with occasional falling leaves--- the perfect way to fall in love. (But as you all know, dear readers, yours truly is unfortunately single.) And fall in love I did, with nature, naturally! (Now who needs a boyfriend? =P )

But now, it's all so different. I have to walk a long mile under the hot hot, ULTRA hot sun. Damn it! No cool winds to soothe my burning skin. No friendly clouds to block the sun. And no sweet rain with the smell of sweet earth, to accompany me in this cursed world. This really is the RED DUST, a place of torment, where every pleasure is mere illusion. Where is my paradise???

And yet here I am, thrown into this unregenerate world, forced to mingle with fellow humans, if they really ARE human beings. Methinks they are monsters with human flesh and human appearance. I have surely become a misanthrope. Or raher, I reverted back to being a misanthrope, the me before I started high school. It disgusts me now to even think that I changed into someone who LOVES people when I was in HS which lasted until the end of my freshman year in college. Now I'm just cynical, pessimistic, apathetic even. I can't help it. I want to get away from civilization, do as Thoreau did, do what Rousseau dreamed. But where? Where to start life anew? Seems like pretty much everything's been contaminated with the filth of lowly creatures who call themselves human beings. Myself included in this pathetic tirade.

So much as I would have liked to say that everything's back to normal (meaning I'm a student again which I love being), I will have to refuse to say so. I'm back to school, back to my beloved library with its collection of old dusty books, back to reading lots, back to the best learning environment (IMO), back to sleepless nights, back to meeting demands, back to wakinng up early in the morning... Yes, I'm back to normal. BUt I have to alienate myself from my environment for it has certainly become NOT normal.

Jan 5, '10 10:34 AM
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From Multiply 079: Christmas 2009

This is probably the worst Christmas ever.

It's my second time to complete the Simbang Gabi but inside of me, I feel empty and cold. No, it's not because of the weather. It's just that something's missing in my life and I can't pinpoint exactly what it is.

And so I spend this year's first few hours of Christmas day in front of my laptop, downloading Yiruma's albums while playing some of his compositions. Then I suddenly remembered that I need a little shoujo magic so I went on to read manga (thanks to onemanga.com).

I sound so indifferent, I know. In fact, I AM. I don't know what has come over me. I have suddenly become a bit more contemplative when special days come. Lately, childhood memories have been flooding my mind. I have to write about them soon. It's a great opportunity for me to record my past.

Probably one thing that made me smile was a text message I received from a beloved teacher--- Prof. Aureus. It was such a big surprise for me. I thought that maybe he has forgotten about me. (Or maybe he did, just that he kept my number coz I sometimes ask him to translate something for me.) Anyway, since I do like him so very very much, it makes me feel good to be wished a Merry Christmas. And I replied to him--- in LATIN mind you! (I hope we get to meet again soon. I'd really love to converse with him in Latin.)

That's al for now. I'll be writing something important again. I keep forgetting about it but there's always tomorrow right? Still the procrastinator that I am. HMPH!

Dec 24, '09 1:25 PM
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From Multiply 030: Ika-15 ng Mayo 2009

Kahapon, wala kaming klase sa Frances. Hindi ko alam kung kasalanan ko ba nag lahat. Minsa'y iniisip ko, baka nawawalan na ng gana magturo ang aming guro dahil madalas akong pumapasok nang huli, mga 9:45 at minsa'y mga 10 ng umaga. Hindi ko man sinasadya, (kasalanan ng mga tsuper ng yip dahil ang tagal nilang humihinto sa MRT at Philcoa upang maghintay ng mga pasahero, pero naiintindihan ko na bahagi lang ito ng hanapbuhay nila.) ito'y nagpapakita ng kawalan ng paggalang. Madalas dinedemonyo akong huwag na lang pumasok pero kinakailangan. Ngayon, huli na naman ako. Nakakainis!

Medyo maaga kami pinalabas. Medyo malamig ang panahon kung kaya't nagmamadali akong tumakbo sa CNB para magbanyo. At di inaasahang sa aking pagbaba ay narinig ko ang isang tinig na tumawag sa akin. Si Rufus pala. Nagulat ako. Hindi ko inaasahang makita siya doon. Pero siyempre, masaya rin kasi gusto ko rin siya makita. Maaraming bagay na dapat sabihin, lalong lalo na ang paghingi ng kapatawaran dahil sa inasta ko noong nasa bundok kami sa Makiling. Natarayan ko siya at ni hindi man lang ako nagsabi ng paumanhin. Akalain mo, sa lahat ng mga kasama ko, siya lang ang nagmalasakit sa akin noong nasa bundok kami. Kahit na sabihin nating gusto kong mapag-isa para hindi mawala ang atensyon ko sa aking mga hakbang, hindi tama na maging mataray sa isang nagmamalasakit.

Nagtungo kami sa silid-aklatan at nagkwentuhan. Medyo nahirapan akong humingi ng tawad. Hindi ko rin alam kung ano ang magiging reaksyon niya. Pero alam ko ang nararapat. ayun, sabi ko, 'Ei, sorry kung mataray ako nung hike. blah vblah blah..." At nagulat ako sa sinabi niyang, "Wala yun, ang bait mo kaya."

Medyo naiyak ako doon. Bihira lang ang may magsabi sa akin ng ganun. Dati, may natarayan din ako dala ng aking pabagu-bagong timpla ng damdamin at siyempre humingi rin ako ng paumanhin nang matauhan ako. Kamakailan lang ay naglabas siya ng saloobin sa akin gamit ang YM, sinabihan pa rin niya ako ng "Melo, you're so sweet!". Gustong gusto ko na siya makita. Noong nakaraang semestre ko lang naramdaman kung gaano siya kaimportante sa buhay ko. Isang taong nagpapahalaga sa akin sa kabila ng aking mga pagkukulang. Isang taong nakakintindi sa mga nangyayari sa akin. Isang kaibigan na handang gumugol ng oras para sa akin. Isang parte ng puso ko na kailanma'y di malilimutan. (Charing, ang drama!!!)

Usap usap. Kung anu-ano lang. Pero kadalasa'y tungkol sa mga libro at anime ang aming pag-uusap. Ang dami niyang librong nabasa na. Kumbaga, adik na tingin ko sa kanya. (Buti pa siya, sinusuportahan ng kanyang mga magulang ang hilig niya sa pagbabasa habang ako'y umaasa lamang sa mga librong mayroon ang silid-aklatan ng UP.) Hindi ko alam kung anong meron, bigla kong minungkahi na magpunta kami sa palaruan na sinasabi ni Maxell, iyong matatagpuan sa Edipisyo ng Matematika. Nagkasundo kaming magkikita sa silid-akalatang iyon ng CAL pagkatapos ng klase ko sa Aleman.

Kumain muna ako ng "chicken balls". (Suko na ako, ayoko magsalin ng kakornihan...) Matagal-tagal na rin akong di kumakain nun.

Umiral na naman ang pagiging P-chan ko. (Sa mga hindi nakakaalam, si P-chan ay iyong itim na biik sa anime ng Ranma 1/2 na madalas naliligaw.) Pero iyon ay dahil matagal na akong hindi napapadpad sa parteng iyon ng UP.

At ayun na nga. Wala naman kaming nakitang palaruan sa Edipisyo ng Matematika. Mayroon sa Kolehiyo ng Agham. Doon lang kami sa mga ugoy ("swings"). At ayon na nga, kwento kwento ulit. Paborito rin pala niya yung "Niea Under 7". Gusto ko rin ang palabas na iyon, lalo na yung mga kanta. Mahilig siya sa "rock", ako rin, pero ang pinag-iba namin, ako emo, siya yung mga ewan na rock na di ko na maalala. (Ilang beses na niya nabanggit ang mga bandang paborito niya. Mahina lang talaga ang aking alaala.)

Pagkatapos nun, sa SM North kami. Pero bago kami sumakay, nilibre niya ako ng pinalamig na Milo ng Katag. Mainit kasi. Hala, may utang na ako sa kanya. Ililibre ko siya sa susunod na magkita kami.

At doon kami naghiwalay ng landas dahil kinakailangan ko nang umuwi.

Pagkauwi sa bahay, nakaugalian ko nang magbasa ng dyaryo. Pero kalimitan, iyong PDI lang binabasa ko. Hindi ko alam bakit ngayon ay binuksan ko ang dyaryong Tsino na nahalo sa PDI. Dinaanan ng mga mata ko ang mga artikulong naroon, nakakita ng interesanteng babasahin tungkol sa "nawalang pag-ibig" at binasa iyon. (Kurt, hindi pa pala nawawala ang napag-aralan ko =D nakakaintindi pa rin ako, yeba!!!!)

Ayon sa artikulong iyon, may isang babae na umiiyak dahil naghiwalay sila ng kanyang nobyo. Dumating ang isang tao at sinabihan siyang "istupida!" nang malaman kung bakit siya umiiyak. Bakit daw siya iiyak ngayong nawala sa buhay niya ang isang taong hindi naman nagmamahal sa kanya? Dapat ikasaya niyaa yun. Ang unang bumitaw sa isang relasyon ay siyang di talaga umiibig. Ang iniwan ay hindi nawalan. Ang nang-iwan ang may malaking kawalan, dahil iniwan niya ang taong tunay na nagmamahal sa kanya. (Nais ko lang ibahagi. Sana'y nagustuhan ninyo.)

May 15, '09 8:12 AM
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From Multiply 027: EMO Mode

I woke up late again today. Upon seeing it's already past 8 am, I jumped out of bed despite my aching muscles and rushed to the bathroom to take a decent bath. (I missed long baths when we were in Makiling. HMP!) While putting on clothes, I received a text message from a classmate saying we won't have class today. Yay!!! It's better for me not to have class than to suffer the embarassment of arriving late again.

I don't know why I chose to walk from Central to FC today. It was so hot and the sun's rays were burning my skin. And while I was walking that long distance, I was listening to Aerosmith's "I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing" and singing along. I must have looked weird doing that but of course, I made sure the coast was clear.

I stayed at the libary. Louis found me there trying to solve a sudoku puzzle. It was already a few minutes past 11 so I decided to leave it unfinished. Less than two hours of boring class discussions and off I went back to the library. Decided to read Scott O'Dell's "Island of teh Blue Dolphins", a book which somebody from a forum highly recommends. Seriously, it's not a heavy read, it's for children actually, but I'm inrtrigued so I wanna read it.

A few minutes later, I fell asleep. I am so in need of a long journey to the land of dreams and I want happy dreams. When I finally snapped back to reality, I thought it was already late in the afternoon. The sky was dark. I checked my phone. It read 1:15pm. Okaaaay. BIG RAIN!!! Perfect for my depressed mood today. Why's it that when I'm down, the sky expresses the feelings I am suppressing deep inside of me?

While walking to the waiting shed, I couldn't help but take a few pics of the scenario. It's so sad and depressing that I want to preserve them forever. Cotton was caught up in the wind and swirling in the air while thunder and lightning were alternately making their presence felt. When the rain finally did come, I was already inside the jeep to SM.

May 11, '09 10:01 AM
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From Multiply 021: Une nuit silencieuse

La nuit est silencieuse

La nuit est tranquille

Rien bouge pas

Rien sonne pas.

Les étoiles brillent

Comme les diamants parmi le sable

La lune sourit

Comme une déesse amoureuse.

La ville dort

Et rêve du paradis

Dans lequel les gens 

Sont contentes, sont heureux.

La nuit est silencieuse

La nuit est tranquille

Rien bouge pas

Rien sonne pas.

Je suis toute seule

Regardant les lumières

Par le fenêtre grand-ouvert

Sous le ciel obscur.

Une larme s’écoule

Des yeux tristes

La tempête se lève

Dans le cœur.

Feb 14, '09 4:14 AM
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From Multiply 020: Project Valentine 2009

Since I haven't received any valentine invitations all these years, I decided to start Project Valentine where I would do something worthwhile instead of listening to emo-rock music and ponder on reasons why I still am single though I blame it mostly on the fact that I am sexist thus boys probably get pretty much intimidated and I don't care haha.

To set the project into motion this year, I opted to write 20 poems to celebrate or lament my 20 years of being single.

I have already written 4 poems. I only started this Monday, mind you and I feel like I won't be able to reach 20 by tomorrow, but we'll see haha.

Tomorrow, I'll be posting the poems on my blog. Feel free to read and comment on them.

Feb 13, '09 5:42 AM
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From Multiply 016: Musings of a Would-be 20

Lately, I’m having great difficulty focusing in class. There are times when I find myself so utterly lost in thoughts while staring blankly at the prof. I may look like an attentive student but yeah, I am, but only for the first few minutes and then poof goes my short attention span.

 The problem is that I’m an adult now but I still haven’t overcome my childish habits. I’m supposed to have already acquired a longer duration of tolerance for anything but just the same, the only thing that remains unchanged through the passage of time is my love for books and anime. As when I was in elementary and in high school, I’m still the overly aggressive or the sometimes overly passive student; the sometimes all too haughty and sometimes clammed up student; the sometimes extremely cheerful and sometimes oh-so-depressed person; the sometimes loving and oftentimes rebellious daughter. Oh the moods and the hormones and everything! How long should I be with all these? It seems like my moods are so totally on the high extremes though my rationality still resides in moderation.

My mind’s in chaos. I think you’ve already noticed by now that this isn’t about not being able to be mentally present in class, nor is this about the extremities of my moods. This is about, well, whatever’s on my mind at the moment. I feel like I’m breaking apart.

Lots of people irritate me. All of them, actually, save those whose sincerity I can feel even at a distance. I’ve become a completely indifferent person, so far from the image I used to project when I was in high school. They say life’s a cycle. I believe it now. I’m back to being the self-centered cynic. I now am the world’s greatest whiner, lamenting the gradual loss of goodness in today’s generation and the hopelessness I feel for the fate of the world. Everywhere, people are just too obsessed with the latest gadget, totally ignoring the real world out there, not giving a damn care about other people’s plight. I’m in no position to preach indifference since I am one of those many heartless and cruel beings who disguise themselves as humans. I, too, am guilty of contributing darkness to the world.

I’ve lost every spark of hope I once had in my heart. This coldness and emptiness must be due to the fact that it has been ages since I last opened my Bible. I was so preoccupied with worldly pleasures and sinful leisure. Let it be known, however, that I don’t drink, do drugs, engage in sex, or whatever vices that would surely break a parent’s heart. By worldly pleasures, I mean, with books, anime, internet, manga. There can never be rest, I know, if I stick to these stuffs, but it’s still hard for me to let go. It’s an addiction without limits.

My mind’s still in chaos. Bits of information about anything constitute every neuron in my brain. But will these be able to save me from the darkness I’ve become? (Gosh, it sounds like one of Evanescence’s songs. Even in this present state, I still manage to throw in a joke or two, what dull humor.) Seriously, I don’t know why I give in to my desires. Now they have made me like Sunako. My greatest enemy’s now the sun for scorching my delicate skin be I daytime or in the afternoon. Thus the need for me to always bring an umbrella.

AAAAARRRGH!!! Now comes the frustration. If I don’t fix my life now, God knows what will become of me in the years to come. I’ve never felt so lost than now at present. I’ve always believed that I lived in the past because I love reminiscing even the most distant of memories, but I’ve come to realize that I also live in the future, always looking as far as I can, even squinting to see the far future and then getting all frustrated when the future I’ve imagined is not realized. So many regrets, so many anxieties. I hate this. I don’t live in the present. Melo’s living in the future, Dina’s in the past. Where shall I stand? The amalgamation is so lost while at the present.

 New mantra: I was, I am, I will be. Have faith in the future, in myself and most of all, in God. I forgive myself, for my misdeeds, my failures, my deficiencies. I am only human. Why must I destroy myself just to be disillusioned that I’ve reached perfection?

 I will turn 20 in just a few days. I will change. I am a mutable being, capable of change, capable of accepting changes.


Nov 29, '08 7:06 AM
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Sudden Images of a Beautiful Past

There are days when it is easy to get depressed especially on rainy days when every patter of rain seems like  a batch of daggers aiming for a stab at one's heart.

But then something strange happened today. I suddenly thought of people who I haven't seen in years who have shown me goodness.

For instance, a highschool friend who used to drop me and my sisters at home after school despite the many times I was terribly unkind to her.

Or aunts who used to be buy children's books for me and my siblings.

Or a student younger than me who brings out her hanky to wipe the sweat on my forehead after seeing me run around the school

Or that boy in my elementary class who gave me a sheet of paper when I suddenly realized I had forgotten to bring mine, and despite the fact that I was hated for being too active in class.

Or that sweet girl friend of mine who used to treat me to hotdogs during recess.

Or the funny guy whose name I cannot even recall who danced the "Johnny Bravo Dance" with me when we were in grade school.

Or those people who sincerely wished me good luck everytime I enter a contest.

And I always thought that the past is not so good, that it is full of tragic moments. In my mind, these memories of wonderful people and the seemingly little things which have brought me joy are and will be preserved well.

Problema sa Ulan

Kanina pagkalabas sa trabaho ay kapansin-pansin ang makulimlim na langit. Hindi ko masyadong binigyang-pansin subalit nakisakay ang mood ko sa lagay ng panahon at napaisip na naman muli ng mga bagay-bagay na dapat ay isinasaisantabi na. Naisip ko ang maraming estudyanteng dumaan sa akin na siguradong mamimiss ko. Naisip ko ang dalawang buwan na paghuhukay at iniisip ko kung kakayanin ko ba dahil pagbalik ko ay siguradong balik na naman ako sa paghahanap ng trabaho. Kung sakali mang wala, nariyan naman ang aking pribadong aklatan para tulungan akong magpalipas ng oras. Nariyan din ang isang katerbak na DVDs na hindi ko pa napapanood. 

Pagbaba ng bus ay agad na sumakay ako ng jeep. Tamang tama lang na pagkaupo ko ay biglang bumuhos ang malakas na ulan. Bago pa ito ay umaambon-ambon na. Medyo kakaiba ang pagbagsak ng ulan kanina. Naka-slant ang pagbagsak ng mga 50 degrees mula sa lupa. Minsan lang ako makakita ng ganito.

At wala pang sampung minuto ay nakita ko na ang paligid na puno ng tubig-ulan na may tangay na mga basura. Muli ay napaisip ako kung bakit ganito ang mga tao, walang pakialam sa kapaligiran, kung saan saan nagtatapon ng mga basura. Kahit na ilang beses na tayong nabiktima ng bagyo ay wala pa rin tayong kadala-dala. Laganap pa rin ang kawalan ng disiplina. Bukod pa rito, mukhang obsessed tayo sa paggawa ng sementadong mga kalsada. Naisip ko tuloy, kaya siguro gustong gusto ng mga nasa katungkulan ang pagpapagawa ng mga daan ay para magkaroon ng oportunidad para mangurakot. Tiyak ay malaki ang nakukuha nila sa mga obras publicas. Ang masama lang, ni wala nang tagasipsip ng tubig ulan. Barado ang mga canal dahil sa mga basura at ang lupa ay puro sinementuhan. Malamang magbabaha talaga kahit na sandalian lang ang ulan.

Nang tumawid ako sa overpass ay napaisip muli ako sa isang problema sa mga overpass. Wala man lang kahit maliliit na butas para ma-drain ang tubig-ulan. Baha tuloy sa itaas. Bakit kaya ganun? Parang hindi pinag-iisipan ang mga bagay-bagay bago gawin? Nakakainis na talaga.

Gustong gusto ko talaga kapag umuulan. Ang malamig na hangin ay nakatutulong maagtanggal ng stress lalo na't naghahabol ako ng requirement. Ang amoy ng hangin, na singaw ng lupa, ay isang kakaibang amoy na minahal ko rin. Gusto ko ang amoy lupa na hangin sa tuwing umuulan. Pero kapag nakikita ko ang kapabayaan ng mga tao na lumalabas lamang kapag may ulan, naiinis ako. Minsan ay iniisip kong, kung umulan kaya nang grabe at bahain ang buong Metro Manila? Magtatanda na kaya ang mga tao?

Emoing: It's More Fun in the Ordinary Bus!

The "It's more fun in the Philippines" slogan is very contagious. So tonight I write the most emo lines. Write for example, "It's more fun to emo in an ordinary bus!"


It all started early this week when I happened to get inside a bus which played my favorite songs. One of them was David Pomeranz's "On This Day" which spirited me away to the land of fantasy. As the wind blows through my hair, I close my eyes and savor each word and each melody. This is one of those songs that easily arrests one's heart. The first time I heard this on the radio many years back, I thought to myself, this IS my wedding song. And even at present I still tell myself, this is really really THE wedding song.

And tonight the bus I took played "Out of the Blue" by my favorite band ever, Michael Learns to Rock. Ever since I heard their "Nothing to Lose", I craved for their every song. In highschool, I considered buying original CDs of just two bands and one of them was MLTR. (The other one was Linkin Park.)

Every time I'm inside the bus, I cannot help but think of my love life and the lack thereof. And when there's nice music, all the more do I think of my future love life. I think about supreme happiness and sadness derived from love. I think about the many broken hearts, the reasons why couples break up, the passion of loving someone to the point of breaking... Of these my favorite is the last. Because passion for me is what keeps a person alive amidst the absurdities of life.

So who says taking an ordinary bus is no fun? The speed, the wind, the roar of the motor, and occasionally the nostalgic songs...