Last night, I went out with some of my high school boys and we had fun, fun, fun... too much fun, in fact. One moment we were at Marrakesh drinking and taking too many pictures using Bbboy's uber digital camera. The next we were at seawall where the guys ate balut and penoy. Then, we went to a motel (HUWHAAAT?!) because our drivers for the night were tooooo drunk. I'll post the incriminating visual evidences soon. HAHA! Good luck na lang sa mga boys ko, sana di sila hambalusin ng mga gf nila. LOL!
Category: family
Why Underdogs Deserve to Die!
Most believe that "To whom much is given," (SAY IT WITH ME!) "much is expected." But why is it some people give too little and expect too much? I used to live in a house where people were praised when they did something right or good. People were given rewards and incentives for doing well. When people did something wrong or behaved badly, they were punished, or at the very least scolded. But then, life sucks, and I was handed a rotten lemon, so I made rotten lemonade, drank it, and now I'm a bitter person. HOOOHA! ANYWAY, I moved into a house were doing well in school was not praised. Rather, it led to unusually high expectations. Awards, recognitions, and excellent performances were not applauded. It became a burden. To make things worse, those who performed less, and were weaker, were given more attention, more preferential treatment, better things. And no, I am not exaggerating or imagining things. I was actually told, among the three of us, I was favored the least because I was the smartest, the most good-looking (not my words), and had the strongest character. I always got the ones that the others didn't like or…
A Thirty Minute Wedding
Last Saturday, I received a message from my cousin that we were to attend mass at 5:30 pm on Monday, December 17, to commemorate our grandfather's death anniversary. So yesterday, at around 5:15 pm, I hurriedly packed up my things and went out to hail a cab. It took me quite a while to get to the church. At around 5:40 pm, I arrived at the church but I was shocked to see... a man and a woman standing in front of the priest, getting ready to renew their vows. HUWHAAAT?! I frantically searched the church for the familiar faces of my relatives. Until I saw Mommy stand up and position herself beside the lady. She was the sponsor / witness of the renewal of vows. The lay minister stood up beside the man, also as their sponsor. As it turns out they were going to renew their vows in the middle of the mass. Weird! They guy, a foreigner was wearing a barong tagalog, while the woman was wearing a simply top and black pants. She had full made and a totally made up hairdo complete with orchids. Another woman, who seems to be their daughter was nearby in…
Christmas Memories
It's that time of the year again when the air is cool (making me sick most of the time), annoying Christmas songs are played everywhere, Christmas decors are sold everywhere, and the entire town is decked in red, green, silver, gold, and bright lights. It's already December 14, less than two weeks before Christmas, and I have yet to really feel the Christmas spirit. Prolly because I'm too engrossed in work, emo-ness, and other grown-up things. When I was a kid, as early as November or sometimes even October I would already feel giddy and excited for Christmas to arrive. Mommy, my aunt, would make her own Christmas decors such as wreaths, felt poinsettia flowers, and garlands. Me and my cousins would spend an entire day decorating the entire house, especially the gaudy plastic Christmas tree which was the only kind of Christmas tree back then. Sometimes, after dinner, we would stay beneath the Christmas tree and just listen to Christmas songs. Back then, there was no cable TV to take up our time. And of course, our favorite task for the season would be making our wishlists for Santa Claus. Mommy would then collect our lists, and leave it…
Pain and Bitterness
Been chatting with a friend. We've both been through some tough times. He asked me how come people say pain and bitterness goes away with time, while his pain and bitterness continues to deepen and intensify. Sad to say, I wasn't able to give him a direct answer. How can I when I am experiencing the same thing. Everyday, my pain and bitterness deepens and intensifies. Everyday, I think about it, and it angers me more. I hate that it is part of who I am and what I have been. But how can I forget? How can I forgive? How can I have peace when there are no apologies being offered? No admission of mistakes, of abandonment, of inflicted pain. How can you forgive somebody who does not ask for forgiveness, who does not even acknowledge she has hurt you? No, as I write this, I don't see forgiveness and reconciliation in the horizon. I don't, I simply don't. And no, I am not ashamed that I am angry still. I am in pain, and I am bitter. I know I have made mistakes, but it is not just I who have committed mistakes. There can never be forgiveness…