frailty December 2, 2006
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when i heard urbandub’s playing, my feet came rushing to six underground, it’s a few steps away from my office.. been waiting them to play again in six under. palanca was then crowded.
karl was there and i was able to ask permission from my supervisors, who apparently was about to watch too. di ko na sila nakita.
one of their song strucked me to stare in space, and wa puzzled why do my parents can’t even send me a single text from them. i’m wondering did they pursue going home to bicol even there’s typhoon somewhere out there in quezon.
the music hysteria and all those headbanging scene gave me the discernment, nearby cell sites might be down i guess that’s why i can’t even call them up.
bench, he went to naga din. i hope everybody’s okay there.
new kid in town December 1, 2006
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juanito linoco.
two misspelled name.
a flashback of learning how to write.
there was that cackling laughter of a woman mentoring a kid.
she was denouncing over and over how stupid the kid was.
and that kid was me.
after that, my drawings and written notes clinged in the shadows and was forgotten like what i’ve intended to happen. i guess the charmic world mades a compensation for the collateral. my cousin (that evil whore) is miserable right now. don’t worry, she’ll be fine, i bet.
now, i’m starting to embark another shameful scribble of my stuffs. it’s like the experience of feeling of having a new pad paper and a black jumbo pencil again. new stuffs, new erasers, pencilcase, new bullies to put you down. i want to feel again how tomatoes pile up on you. being independent is a responsibility. i’ll give my second blow to something i almost gave up in this existence -to write.
this time, there won’t be laughing cousin to mock you. but there is the possibility of having a wide array of tomato launchers, gunned and ready to aim you.
the good thing, there is only only learnings and growth. if i messed up, i wont worry much. that’s the lighter side of being a pessimist. your worries comes first and you won’t easily get dismay and sulk in frustatrations.
pain is my friend. pain makes me alive. and life is all about it. and everyone is inept of living with it.
