coma

At around 9:40 in the evening, I received a text from my friend Gonzalo telling me that our friend Marldon's mom, Tita Arlene, is in the hospital and has been on coma for days now. I've been trying to sleep since.

I couldn't imagine Tita Arlene in a hospital bed with all those tubes connected to her.

She was always jolly and accommodating. Their house was our home away from home. We'd cook dinner and breakfast. She'd tell me my henna tattoo looked cute but won't let her daughter have one. If I remember it right, I've already stayed thrice overnight at their place. I've worn some of her day clothes and slept on her bed. She says men's bedrooms (my friend's bedroom in particular) are the nastiest so she'd always let me stay in her bedroom.

She even took the time to put a blanket over my drunk self one very early December morning.

I beg to all the health gods to make Tita Arlene well. And I beg to all the strength gods to make Marldon and Yet strong. I'll visit her in the hospital as soon as I get well as I am also having a cold and a cough.

Happy and Pissed times at Tita Arlene's place. And she was always out of the picture - always in the kitchen whipping up some good food.







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coma

ang hiwaga nga naman ng tao;
and patay gustong mabuhay;
ang buhay gustong mamatay.
yaong mga tubo ng buhay
na nakakabit sa abang katawan
na nagmistulang gulay dulot
ng kalapastanganan ng kalusugan.
hangga't hindi nagsasawa ang may-ari
ng buhay na isiping walang masasayang
na pag-asa, kakayanin nitong lumaban.
at hangga't di nagmamaliw ang
bisa ng mga tubo ng buhay
sa pagbigay ng panandaliang tulong,
nasa tamang daan ang lahat.
at hangga't di nagsasawang
tustusan ng kunwaring kayamanan
ang mga kapritso ng barkada nating
ang pangalan ay buhay,
ayos lang lahat.

OSB

---These guys missed the OSB fun.----- (except for Jill and me)


Had a very successful Orientation Seminar on Banking (OSB) yesterday and today. Too bad I wasn't there to witness the closing program as I was coughing and sneezing all over the place.

We had a serious and behaved bunch of newbies. But wow, when it comes to drinking binge, they know their shit. LOL.

I managed to take some pictures from the seminar and here they are.






And in the nighttime, the moonflower rules:






Trek or Treat







All the way down...








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And now, I'm back home with a more itchy throat, a coughing fit and a dripping/sneezing nose. :(


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Random Rant:

Everyone seems so distant and cold right now. It's giving the atmosphere a more ill look. :(

lip service

WARNING: The following video is emo-laced. Now don't tell me I didn't tell you.



Fall For You, Secondhand Serenade

The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting
Could it be that we have been this way before
I know you don't think that I am trying
I know you're wearing thin down to the core

But hold your breath
Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
Over again
Don't make me change my mind
Or I won't live to see another day
I swear it's true
Because a girl like you is impossible to find
You're impossible to find

This is not what I intended
I always swore to you I'd never fall apart
You always thought that I was stronger
I may have failed
But I have loved you from the start
Oohhh...

But hold your breath
Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
Over again
Don't make me change my mind
Or I won't live to see another day
I swear it's true
Because a girl like you is impossible to find
It's impossible

So breathe in so deep
Breathe me in
I'm yours to keep
And hold onto your words
'Cause talk is cheap
And remember me tonight
When you're asleep

Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
Over again
Don't make me change my mind
Or I won't live to see another day
I swear it's true
Because a girl like you is impossible to find

Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
Over again
Don't make me change my mind
Or I won't live to see another day
I swear it's true
Because a girl like you is impossible to find
You're impossible to find


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WTF. Do I really have to post the lyrics??? hahaha! This is cheese at its cheesiest!

Oh well...

Someone wanted me to check this song out. I hope he meant every bit of the song.

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In another news, I'm all set for the Board of Directors meeting report tomorrow morning and the Talk for the Orientation Seminar on Banking in the afternoon. Wooop!

I'm bringing clothes in case Sir Miel decides to hand out some beer and offer the Moraleda's beach resort for a swim. ;-)

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It's my Lil Sistah's 40+th birfdee. Happy Birfdee sis!

ATHF!

I have noticed.

Everytime I try to watch Aqua Teen Hunger Force, the fucking electricity acts up!

Geez.


P.S. Meatwad is cute.

siguro nga

Perhaps it would make sense, at least for me, if the clock decides to stop ticking for the unwanted occurrences in our lives. And continue like one with magical batteries of longevity for those scenes we'd rather treasure and take snapshots of for remembrance.

No.

Perhaps it would turn into a right fantasy if it happens out of norm. Dream. Desire. Unreality. Neverland.

And so the clock continues to tick. And we all seem to move in consonance to every tic and tac. Not that it's a good thing. Not that its a bad thing. I'd search the world for the right word but then it's pointless. I couldn't even fathom the nooks and crannies of this little clock called life how much more find the right remark to describe it. Perhaps it's called vocabulary pissing.

Perhaps.

And I leave with a heaving sigh and a pocketful of frustration.

I tell you, it's all in the plan.

eskapo parte dos

Never mind that the ferry left early (or i arrived at the port late). Never mind me stomping my feet and having my eyes close to tears on the terminal. Never mind me waving/begging for the ferry crew to bring down the gate (don't know what it's called really) and lemme in.

Never mind. I had fun.

Now it's official. Audit trips are the best. In Catanduanes that is.

Ms. Know-It-All Officemate needed someone to help her out in her audit of one of our big branches in the province of Catanduanes (Virac). And i have to admit, it was cool of her to tag and ask me to go with her to Virac. She knows I love Virac. And one of my best buds, Francis, is there.

It was a business/pleasure trip. Lemme tell you why.

Lunch at SeaBreeze Restaurant and Videoke Bar.




A stroll along the pier after work...






We needed to while away the time coz there is no internet connection in the staff house. I had my dose of Pinoy telenovela which i hate watching. Arghhh. But the officemates love 'em so I can't complain. I, together with Francis, cooked meals for the rest of the peeps in the staff house. We were applauded. TYVM. And of course we caught up on smoke, local gossip and farting sessions. Fun fun fun!



But, we have to go home. I have a Tax Committee meeting to facilitate tomorrow. The company car picked us from the pier an hour late. Grrrrr. However, Ms. Know-It-All officemate is really a know-it-all. So, she entertained me by taking pics.







P.S. I found my fave jacket. :)

ang pagbabalik ng pangahas

imagine making love with someone and your eyes seem to be fixed staring at the ceiling and your mind wandering your iTunes playlist.

blech...

good news folks. no matter how you have used your self to becoming comfortable with certain awkward and sad things, there comes a time when you snap out of the situation and ask: who the fuck re-arranged the furniture? this aint home! it may happen sooner or later. but, usually, it's the latter. and usually, it happens because some extra ordinary event happened.

and so...you stop caring. you stop looking for him. you stop thinking where he is right now and if he is doing okay. (believe me, he is ok.) you stop checking your phone for messages. (chronicles of the on-call partner) you stop believing in the word "worry" and start adding the [un]word "blah" in your vocabulary.

kinda bad news though. it should be understood by all that the above phase is only the first one. and don't ask me about the second and third and so forth phase. i haven't been there.

...that we begin to stop in order simply to begin again... - Maya Angelou


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in another news, it's my niece Pauline's 11th birthday! Ate Cel, Ate Lil, Jocelle and I went to Megz's place and had some small eatfest with the gang.

dos por uno

There are two types of people in the Philippines.

1. The Filthy Rich

The filthy rich is characterized by having a mansion in the most posh villages of the country. These people own at least one luxury car with a chauffeur to drive it and another guy to take care of car maintenance. The "other guy's" tongue is used to check if its filthily clean by running a lick 'round the luxury car. He is well paid, of course.

Meet the family.

The father is usually a politician. Otherwise, he is some guy who is not Asian-looking. i.e. with Caucasian bloodline or Chinese genes. The wife, most of the time, is a former househelp with a really voluptuous body - the kind every other politician would fall for - and a very obedient nature - the kind every other politician would also fall for. If she isn't a former houselp, she is a politician's most valued hostess in the most famours girlie bars in the country's most famous red-light district. I forgot now if it's Malate or Pasay. Now the filthy rich kid doesn't really know how to do housework. He has a maid to wipe and clean his arse when he poops. He has another maid to prepare his food and school uniform. And another maid to just follow him wherever he goes. If the filthy rich kid is unlucky enough, he gets a bodyguard to also follow him wherever he goes. This time, with a gun tucked in his pants' crotch.

Too much comfort. Too much hassle.

By the way, the Filthy Rich does not talk, even in their dreams, about the second type of people in the Philippines.

2. Downtrodden Poor

There's not much to say about this type as they are not famous. They are not politicians. They may be Caucasian or Chinese-looking - and it's maybe the reason why some of the most downtrodden poor people are Filipino celebrities. They mostly feed on drama, intrigues, explicit love affairs, sex scandals and other mischief. Those are the downtrodden celebrities.

The typical downtrodden poor family.

The father is employed (sometimes unemployed). He usually drives a jeepney or a tricycle or a pedicab. The daily wage is not enough to afford them some leisure time in the malls. But somehow, the father find ways to have that daily those of alcohol to keep his sanity alive. Local brand is San Miguel - gin, beer. (You would want to know at this point that I prefer beer. Look at my beer belly.) Mrs. Downtrodden Poor is, as expected, unemployed. She has given birth to a minimum of 5 children (not at the same time though). And is currently expecting for a another one. Four more kids to go. Or more. The downtrodden poor kid, and I greatly envy this, is the happiest person in the Philippines and the whole world, in my opinion. He plays in the rain. He plays under the heat of the sun. That's were he really got his tan, I suppose. He runs around. He makes sand castles along the shore. He smiles and laughs at anything childlike or silly. He seems not to grow up. He doesn't care about the world or how tomorrow will come out. He just doesn't care. He is carefree.

I wanna be like the downtrodden poor kid. Not that I'm filthy rich.

You must have understood the difference now. And oh, the downtrodden poor loves to talk about the filthy rich. It's their past time. If only gossips could kill, they say.

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And Mark has decided to have his own blog too! About time, man. I'll you up to me bloggie, deffo. :)

www.heddison.blogspot.com

ode to a busted foot

...or why i like Shoghi...

...who is the ultimate nerd mate you'll ever have. name space-related TV show and he knows em.
...who has an open mind to and a very good sense of music i.e. he loved the Pinoy band Sandwich.
...who is very good at quizzes - TV-related or owt.
...who is good at coining words - peas, cronank, snewgs and the like.
...who is sweet and thoughtful and brotherly protective.

I could go on you know but as the cliche goes, there are some words that are best left unsaid.

Poster's Note: as promised Shoghi :)

top ten things that will never change

1. Change itself. (self-explanatory and makes me sound clever and scientific)
2. My beer belly.
3. Ms-Know-It-All-Officemate's endless yakking.
4. Mom's belief that if a person won't take a call it means that the person you are calling to has ran out of pre-paid credits. Oldies, tch.
5. Mom's inability to grasp my "how to use the cellphone" lessons.
6. Dad's arrogant ways.
7. Gian's love for alcohol.
8. Graft and Corruption in the Pearl of the Orient Seas (Philippines)
9. Bongzi's tardiness.
10. High-priced internet connection in this part of the world.


And I love to leave them be. Makes for a very interesting L-I-F-E.