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Monday, 26 September 2005 VAINYARD
Friday, 23 September 2005 PATIENCE IS VIRTUE I lack it. And i intend to learn it but i don't know how to start. Perhaps you just don't have to say it di ba? Lalong bluff eh. ok. i am now having issues in the house since everyday i feel like i'm waking in the middle of the quadrangle of a catholic high school. At malapit na mag-flag ceremony. What is it with men and unemployment? Ito kasing si Kuya sa bahay (hindi ito yung punyetang big brother, bahay ko talaga to). Dios mio! Alam kong masyadong standardized ang idea ng padre de pamilya pero utang na loob lumugar ka sa standard. Para makabuti sa working environment ng mga overworked and underpaid. Ok. Ok. I just read in some biblical quote that thou shalt get rid of harsh words. My words are not sharp enough to blade through his innards but i guess the mere fact that the girls in the house earn and do a lot in their hard life is an evidence in court. Sige.. to make it more simple let me give you a scenario: Moi goes home at 5AM after working for 18 hours feeding the snakes what they want. Then at 10am, since its the children's time to go to school you hear in pumping volume that blasted Hallelujah song by this so-called rockstars and he sings as if he's in the Muziklaban. Akala mo makakarinig ka ng mga Mary Had a Little Lamb na songs. And then he shouts at the daughter because she lost a red sock. Ok. At that time yung eyelids ko nagdidiliryo na. And to add more salt, ayun, ina-announce sa labas in full microphone ang mga kasama at mga na-disqualify sa pera o bayong sa Wowowee. And then he shouts again that they should hurry up na may pahabol pang cuss words. Dilat ka na. So kumusta naman ang 18 hours of work mo? Yun lang naman.
Thursday, 15 September 2005 oh what a wonderful life! i talked to Ruffa Guttierez on her hotel room. The Ruffa Guttierez of Annabelle Rama. She reminds me of a character in Noli Me Tangere. The fat lady wife of Don tiburcio or something. She's such a character! From her adopted twang down to her unsolicited advices. And then Aga Muhlach. It was blah. Nothing interesting. He likes to stare in my eyes as if to confirm that he is THE Aga Muhlach. I stare back and all i could think of was my deadline. People create auras for other people while some people generate their own striking appeal. One strong evidence is that of Albert Martinez in a white V-neck shirt directing himself in a tele serye i once made raket in. Whew! It was booze in hindsight. Such appeal. **** Then again, its a boring life. Going in my lonely apartment and sweeping fallen hair. Tension rises up every monday evening for yet another taping. Checking on creases. Too tired to turn on the TV. Too tired to hold a book. Missing my Frenchy. Thinking about uptight needs. Looking for chocolate and finding a bitten Cream-O. Pwede na yan.. trying on all the earrings. Getting rid of old papeles. Then reading a script from a play. Listening to the Musicals Cd. Acting like Mary Magdalene. Looking in the mirror. Checking if you can cry in a span of 30 seconds. You can in 15 seconds. Texting an old director to give you a copy of her film. Then di na pala gumagana ang phone. Writing for the next segment. Pero wala kang masulat. Matulog na nga lang. Then somebody texts you to do this. You shun information. Then you shun your eyes. oh, what a wonderful life! Saturday, 10 September 2005 ON FRENCHY It's will at its finest best. I feigned sickness and it surpassed its superficial motive. I summoned my innards to turn up against her mistress and be sick and it did. Just look at what love can do for yourself. I had a running fever that day when i accompanied my Frenchy to the airport. It was a monday and it was a hellish day for our show but i managed to sneak out and leave the snake pit and just go where my will took me. There's something about airports now that ruins my sanity. Airports and airplanes--- the foundation of every dramatic moment that i make. The springboard of what provokes the tearducts. My savior in switchlight acting. My knob for every faucet that make my eyes. I still managed my restraint. It was a normal talk. The last hug before flight. The last kiss. And the first taxi to be hailed. He opens the door. I look at Paranaque in flashflooded image. I go in. He looks at me and touches the window. I look at him strongly and faucet turning. On cue, the nonchalant taxi driver zooms away. I see his cheeks trembling. I lay silent in the gray interiors of the ubiquitous cab--- flooding. I look from behind. He looks again amidst the hustle of taxis, people, luggages, and excess baggages. I look forward as the driver asks my destination. I lay silent. He didn't ask again. I freed my restraint. I have become Espana and Malabon in that gray cushion. Sunday, 04 September 2005 I lost my keys today and i was locked out of my apartment. ok. so tralala muna sa ABS para magtrabaho ng konti... mind you.. konti is a relative term to someone or something whose boat is sinking long before it nosedived itself. Speaking of noses, i am nursing a really pessimistic sipon caused by these blatantly aparador like ACs in the office. Oh God, noses aren't supposed to be nursed but bruises. On the other cubicle are a group of young underpaid individuals working for a non-rating teen search show, nothing seems to excite them but the alcohol disguised in an Oishi pack, and then one goes crying as if this office was some ditched grillery . Ah, nursing bruises. Just right and on time. In a few hours or so, schedules will again fly like misled farts and my Frenchy will be back to Eiffel tower. This makes me really affected. I wish i could just rest my back in our egg-shelled bed and just waste away time. But you see, i lost my keys and now a squatter in the green sofas of this office. And under this gleaming white fluorescent leaves me a in a state of nursing my own gloominess. The Ber months have come and it seems December is such a good threat to nurse one's decisions and just leave it wounded. |
This has been my sanctuary for four years already. It's my extension. Almost like a limb out in the open. Know that people want to express, to just chuck it out, to just be themselves even on something as artificial as blog. I am that people. So don't mind me... counter
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ito kami ni paulie. feeling member ng TGIS. ito yung despedida ni frenchy. 
siyempre mga anti-social kami noon at kaming 2 lang ang nag-picchuran.