As every good story, it begins with a hearty laugh, too bad I don't have a knack for telling stories, coz with a good narrator, you can make brushing your teeth as interesting as an Indiana Jones movie. Well anyhow, the night was worth transcribing as it is. At least, what i can remember most from it. Started off with not knowing exactly where the place is, a very enticing element of the trip, just making my way to accompany my little comrade there, who has no idea that he's gotta have to sacrifice some of his beer money for someone else (I get thirsty too). I was planning to lick his face, when it's turned the other way, but I didn't have the appetite for it hahah. A clear smack on the face, dried and wrinkled pucker just landed smoothly right there, on a possibly unwashed cheek.
For the first few seconds, he has the same face he had when we were out early in the morning, in a gas station, me holding and sucking on a straw which is my connection to the dark liquid paradise, a juice box of chuckie with bendable straw (hate those, keeps splattering little brown droplets when I have, for some reason, needs to tear myself away from the chocolate-y goodness (I have realized how boring the whole ordeal of blogging is just as I am relaying every thought that has passed through, if the whole thing can be done in a second, leaving enough time for really important things, then I wouldn't really mind, but it takes me a long time to transpose ideas to words, hopefully the digressions gives way to something worthwhile, I am largely dependent on stray thoughts, I think if I follow them long enough I might just be onto something). Well anyway, back to the face, he had the same one when I stupidly told someone to take the car parked right by me when they asked if it's ours, the car was blocking their way, they had to get out of there kasi nandyan na ang mga matatandang namamasko, mga tumatawad kahit wala naman binibili, they're running on illegally bought engines I think, as I understand from what grungeman told me. They seemed really pissed off at me and I was only going for a good laugh (just a short chuckle? a snort? a mild sneer? heheh. wala eh!), they weren't able to get away. People were just looking at them, they're the current spectacle, and as I was watching the unfortunate men handing over papers, and the blue-suited actors peering over them, from my right grungeman's doing some voice over:
"eto may pampunas na tayo sa pwet!"
another officer gets off his car:
"matagal pa ba? di pa ko nagmimeryenda eh!"
asswipe legality and money, the ambassador of peace.
what the powers that be should do really is order some civilians to intentionally break the law and then let them push for 'kotong'. set the bait and then see who bites. then maybe they'd get fired, and then run for higher office. haha. a career change. different clothes, but same shitty policy. how about that?
6 comments:
I really like the words you used in this blog. It really shows that you have a good command of the English language.."me holding and sucking on a straw which is my connection to the dark liquid paradise, a juice box of chuckie with bendable straw"..I mean, how can one person have such detailed description of a chocolate drink? Amazing.. and after reading your comment or your blog in my blog..I think you know what I mean..It occured to me that you can play with tagalog words as well..and that realization scared me. A person with your thoughts and ideas paired with a good knowledge of different languages..oh men!
Anyway..I know that you are thinking about a lot of things nowadays..work..future..I want to use the powerful line.."follow your dreams!"..but I know it's not going to help..I mean, that would have been easier if there was a yellow brick road that would lead you to your dreams but unfortunately that doesn't exist..so, I guess here is what I have t say..If you need help in deciding what you need to do or words that would motivate you..then..I'm not the right person so..don't talk to me!
ang haba ng comment ko..wala namang sense..taena.. wow! I thought I heard a sound like tooooooottt when I typed taena..oh! no..wait..that was just you playing the harmonica..you know you could go far with that instrument..really! It's like when you're playing..you always touch my heart..It's like I'm going to have a heart attack..hahaha..seriously..you rock with the Mary had a litle lamb..
I have to end this..I am going nowhere..but then again..so is your blog..
hahahaha..
I guess it's just a way to amuse myself and maybe I just like chuckie that much haha. But I always thought it funny to use a gratuitous amount of words to describe something mundane and frivolous, and use the most eloquent words, for example, how much I want to fart (it's all stocked up there, i mean the gas, it feels like it's building pressure, as if my butt is gonna get torn apart if I just have to let it out, (parang eksenang red sea lang ni moses hahahah).
But it becomes a problem sometimes when all you can do with the situation is get a good anecdote or commentary out of it and be satisified with that, I have become satisfied with it.
Too bad there's no yellow brick road and I'm no dorothy with magical red shoes. I think follow the dreams is the only way to live this life, to just make the gap between dream life (or life design as jose ortega y gasset would say, may pabasa ako sayo, at mukang epekto niya ang krisis ko ngayon) and actual life. and it doesn't have to be that grand, alam mo yun. being a philo prof (as I thought I wanted to be) is as "just okay" as being an English tutor if I have the same degree of indifference towards them. and it seems to me that the problem I have to wrestle with first is to figure out what I really want to do, something I can stick with through sucky salaries and dickhead bosses, and it's becoming a matter of canceling things out, probably (tapos bandang huli malalaman ko na lang gusto ko pala talaga maging English Tutor hahaha.. parang The Alchemist lang.. alam mo yun diba?). Naiirita lang ako na wala tayong vacation leave o sick leave, tapos wala naman pakialam sa mga sinasabi ko etong mga kausap ko (well, yun iba meron, mga biyaya ng Diyos sila hahhaa), pero naisip ko rin na dapat yun pa ngang mas resistant, mas maloko, mas pasaway, mas tamad ang pagtuunan lalo, eh kung sila naman talaga yun nangangailangan eh, pero minsan parang it's just my old resentment towards well-to-do kids who has the opportunity right by their feet, but their freakin kids, I tell myself, it's not their fault, but their parents who let them be ignorant of the value of things. pero ako rin I have been guilty of that, and nothing moves you to understand people but to have had the same experience, the same attitude, but understanding doesn't necessarily mean tolerating (may statute of limitations ba regarding sa number of commas, nakakarami nato eh hehehe).
To be continued...
Hahahaha..the first part cracked me up..I wonder why I'm still answering when I can just approach you in order to tell you what I have in mind..I can even see you right now..talking to your student..pretending to be very interested in what he is saying..hahaha..You are saying "I smell garbage"..What the heck are you teaching your student anyway? Haha.. I'll catch up with you later..when you're done with your comment..comment to your own blog..if I may add..Hahahaha..
now i feel a bit bad about the whole thing i said about having to pretend to be interested. there are times you are interested but then when everything gets repetitive, it just drains you out. from the tourist you become the native, in the end-- disenchanted.
yeah..what you said..
you know what sucks..I always agree with you..and it seems like we have the same sentiments..but in the end..we will still each other on Monday..same time..same place.. J-O-Y (said with a very indifferent tone)..
yea, i know. that's the thing. you make some noise and you never really do anything about it. better to just suck it up sometimes, right? sometimes i just need these moments i think. renews me somehow, ironically enough. makes me reevaluate things.
well, we'll see.
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