Monday randomness

Dear lady who sat beside me today,

It is not my obligation to give your payment to the driver, no. The act of passing the payment in the jeepney is never an obligation. Rather, a matter of "pagmamagandang loob."

So aside from not saying "paki" or please, not saying thank you makes you audacious and assuming and downright rude. Not to mention the manner in which you literally dropped your coins on my hand (which by that time was already overflowing with other gracious passengers' coins) causing all the coins in it to almost scatter on the floor.

OK, so you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, as you told the person who called you right after you did that to me. I don't fucking care. It's a fucking Monday morning that we all have to fucking go through.

Thank goodness I wasn't that rude yet to shove all your coins in your cunt.

PS. Fuck you.

Sincerely,

Bryan

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So I woke up early today to shut my boss up. Got in the training room at exactly 8 in the morning. Woopee. Yay. FML.

BUT, weirdly enough, I have lots of energy today. Morning training went really well. =)

Looking forward to the coming Holy Week weekend. =)

ciao!

Today

Today is a well of all things viral, virtual, and videos.

Yeah, I know. From THAT annoyinglyhorrible music video I'm not even gonna mention.

This sorta looks like my ideal food pyramid.

Now, here's a set of FREAKISHLY AMAZING AND ENTERTAINING cheering videos from Japan. God I love them, I swear.

THEY'RE ALL GIRLS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS JUST HUMANLY IMPOSSIBLE.

OH. MY. GOD.

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On a more serious note, I just did something new yesterday. Check this out. Can you guess?

So refreshing!

randomness

Found this on the beach.

Funny conversation:

Me: “Miss, where can I buy bottled water?”

Staff: “ Sir you can buy it in Meaty Mart.”

Me: “Is it far?”

Staff: “No sir, just a few meters away from the hotel. You can also try Sweet and Sassy.”

Me: “Okay, thank you!”

Ten minutes and a tricycle ride after, a sign greeted me: Mighty Mart Grocery

Overheard in the gym:

Guy 1: “Pare kanina ka pa text ng text dyan eh, buhat na!”

Guy 2: (Walks toward the equipment, still texting) “Teka pare, pera ‘to eh… Aanhin ko ang magandang katawan kung wala naman akong pamasahe bukas.”

Hahaha, nahulog ko tuloy yung buhat ko.

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The God of Small Things... like reading

I can't finish my book. Ugh. It's a bit harder than I thought. And I thought it's gonna be another fast read. Wrong. There are some parts of the book that read like a normal narrative. Then suddenly, without warning, it changes, as to how to call it, I don't know. The only thing I know is that it changes. Quite frequently. And that's where I become blank. It's just after reading two pages more that I'll notice that it just doesn't make sense to me. So I go back all over again. I can just put it down and read another book, but I don't want to lose whatever patience momentum patience I still have left. The last time I did that, I never went back to read the book again.

So there. I hope I finally finish this na. It's been a month already for a book that's not that thick.

ciao!

it's all i do

work.

i have very little time for social life and usually i'm with my closest friends. it's not bad.

it's not good either.

for my love life lang naman.

yeah.

that.

i'm sad.

p.s. another useless post from me.

of people and infatuation and life as it is

it's strange. these people.

they like me,

i don't like them.

i like them,

they don't like me.

we both don't like each other.

we both (...)

still waiting for the last piece. why can't it just be easier?

fine. i want a love life na. weirdly enough, i had that realization in the middle of my busiest work schedule. nice, bryan.

i'm moody. i can be an ass. i sometimes play mr. know-it-all. i'm sometimes perverted. and gross. i fend for myself. yes, i'm independent. i need no strings. i have no need to prove myself. for now. i'm eclectic. i abhor labels. i enjoy labels. i'm ironic. i'm sometimes a masochist. and also a sadist. i can be with myself without feeling by myself. i'm a loner like that. i'm thoughtful. i can be sweet. i want to hold hands. maybe show some public display of affection. i like pet names. i think i'm attentive. i'm keen. sometimes emotional. and sensitive. i'm loving. i love deeply. i'm a bit naive. sometimes love blinds me. i wear my heart on my sleeve. i love without reservations. like neruda, i love without knowing how, or when, or why. i love unconditionally.

knock and the door shall be opened.

so.

are you there yet?

LE SIGH.

Hello from the Netherworld!

I don’t exactly remember when I started reading again. So far and unexpectedly this year, I have this somewhat insatiable need to read. I’ve read The Rule of Four, A Thousand Splendid Suns, a host of Dan Brown fast reads such as The Lost Symbol, Deception Point, and currently, Digital Fortress, in a matter of two months. Just this week, I satisfied the urge to buy new books (Angelology, The God of Small Things) because I’m almost done with the last of my Dan Brown. Surprisingly, I haven’t touched any John Grisham, yet.

This, however, isn’t about my reading list. I just remembered to visit this old and dusty blog and realized that I haven’t been blogging, well, for the longest time. I’m still blaming twitter for it when I’m almost used to making do with the 140 character limit on my thoughts. Aside from the fact that I can flood the web with my unsolicited updates anytime with my phone, I haven’t seen the need for me to vent out anything that requires more than the 140 character limit.

Obviously, this is merely a repository of all my ramblings and thoughts about whatever that comes to mind and my so-called universe – which I think is quite unfortunate. This means that I haven’t been in touch with myself for the longest time.

In any case, I’ve just seen a movie and there was a line uttered by one of the characters there that told me to “just surrender in the moment.” I shall try that very soon. I must write everything I see now. Maybe bringing a notebook and a pen should also help.

Hello blog! I shall see more of you! I’m going back to Cebu in two weeks and you shall hear from me then, too.

Ciao!

fanboying

Dear Adele,

I love you.

XOXO

Bryan

The Riddle of the Castle on a Cloud

Maybe this is the sort of moment when riddles have an afterglow of their own, a wisdom that illuminates the edges of experience when nothing else can. In a world where half of the villagers always lie and half of them always tell the truth; where the hare never catches the tortoise because the distance between them shrinks be a never collapsing infinity of halves; where the fox can never be left of the same bank of the river as the hen, or the hen on the same bank as the grain, because with perfect regularity the one will consume the other, and nothing you can do will prevent it; in that world, everything is sensible but the premise.

A riddle is a castle built on air, perfectly habitable if you don't look down... And if I accept its existence, then the foundation is set and the impossible castle can be built. The rest is just mortar and stones.

-- p.364, The Rule of Four

i once believed

i was thinking just now about how i believed everything you said to me two years ago. at first i was hesitant to see what you have for both of us because it was all too big and i, being the cynical and practical one, couldn't -- wouldn't want to look at the picture you were trying to paint.

eventually, however, i started to see the little images of us in the future. slowly, yet surely, i was able to appreciate the colors you were trying to paint, the yet abstract picture you were trying to show. and i was there, slowly walking towards your proud painting... standing, gazing at its vivid hues, its tiny complexities, its profundities.

as time progressed and as i began to focus my sight on other things, i have unwittingly seen the wholeness of it in my peripheral vision. there it was in its marvelous glory -- still all colorful, complex, profound... abstract.

there never was that painting. it was crumbling when i saw it. it was a mess -- a huge, ugly, crumbling mess that i once believed to be a beautiful work of art.

the thing is, in my quiet time, i still think of that beautiful mess. thinking that maybe, if only that could have been true, how wonderful it is be looking at it everyday. to have always stood in awe in front of it. to have been experiencing the wholeness of it and appreciating it every single day.

that's all i have now. a thought, a figment of a memory that once was that i once believed.

2010

Dear 2010,

I don't know whether to like you or hate you. But a lot of changes for me happened during this year. I ended a three-year career and moved on to another company. New faces are met. While I have to say goodbye to some. New friendships are also forged. Lies ended a love affair. New boundaries are being crossed. Lesser introspection, stopping, and thinking, and more focus on moving forward. Travels with friends came easy, too, this year. Old friends are still friends and bonds are stronger than before. More time with family. Another chance of being part of a family.

I guess that's just how it goes, 2010, no?

This is what I wanna share, ultimately. My status in Facebook and Twitter:

Forget starting over. Forget making new promises you know you'd break in the end. Forget all the hurt, forget all the sorrows, forget all the heartaches. Instead, continue to build a happy life for yourself, continue to make amends, continue to forgive, continue to love, continue to forge new friendships, and continue to tread new waters. In 2011, CONTINUE TO BE A BETTER YOU. Cheers my friends! =)

Sincerely,

Bryan