Dream a little dream of me

To my five anonymous readers out there, hi! You are becoming my inspiration to write more, not to say procrastinate more haha thank you! Won't you comment? I'll appreciate that most. But I won't push my luck. Haha! Anyways, won't you know, it's  freaking Monday once again and a typhoon named Lando is raping our dear Mother Philippines. As one of her millions of daughter, it's always a sad thing to just watch. As like the others, Lando is brutal, fast and furious in taking Mama Philippines, and as always our Mama is always left vulnerable and distraught. I've gone to bed hearing Lando's howling, Mama's other children were left drenched, it was hard to sleep but I surprisingly did. Letting Lando raped Mama Philly all night long left me very restless, I had the weirdest, if not the most absurd dream. In the dream, me and Anne Curtis and Erwan Heussaff were driving somewhere like we three are most tight friends the world could ever have. I don't know where the hell that dream come from. x

Here's to hoping

Binigo na naman ako ng puso ko today, nagwagi na naman si utak. Itong si utak talaga killjoy, pinapakilig na nga ako ni puso sa "that mini seconds of staring deep into your eyes" moments eh, pero nanaig na naman sya, as usual. Tanga rin kasi minsan 'tong si puso, may pa- "please give me sign" pang nalalaman eh kakinang kinang ng golden wedding ring ni kuya oh, kung makakasigaw lang ang ring, boses ng asawa nya maririnig ko, "layuan mo sya malandi ka, happily married kami!" HAHAHAHA!! Here's to hoping lang naman ate. Kumalma ka. 

A Mother's Hug

To whomever reading this, please don't tell me that I am the lamest title creator you have encountered! Haha! On the eve of self being twenty four, a lump of cancer was forming in the body's throat, it was scratchy, it was itchy, shit di ko ma-distinguish ang difference type of cough. Oh no you would not dare, you cancer cough you! But then it persisted, it must have sensed the weak lazy soul living inside the body. So this bout of cough have been agonizing my entire daily activities or the lack thereof, wow you may say but see here dahil nasa usaping ganito narin naman, you have to understand that people my age usually do this bullshit "wait lang ha check ko muna yung sched ko kung pwede ako" bullshit that lately it has become a bullshit norm. In response to this, yung ubo ko took a form of Ariana Grande in her ew voice "Ew. Care bear. Just like what kind of life are you running to make you so buuuussyyyy sister? Nakakainis ka. No if no, yes if yes. Simple. WHAT A BORE. Okay, I've rest my case, I'm moving on with my cough life. With you. Ew." So this trying-to-be witty cough has filled my entire being, I've even spread it in the office, so yesterday, I decided to quit work for one day para makapagpahinga naman at makaaiwas din sa more hawa, kahit yun man lang ang way ko to contribute sa kapayapaan ng mundo, ano raw? Pero in actuality excuse lang yun to be in bed the whole day and sleep more, but sleep more didn't happen, I won't expound kasi again "WHAT A BORE" haha). My mother find me in the same position the way she left me that morning. A lazy ass with bouts of cough in between (yuck kadiri). Naawa yata yung nanay ko, walang sermon on that day. She even offered to massage my back bago kami matulog. I took my chance and hug her for 45 seconds or so before it becomes cheesy. It was a 45 seconds worth of comfort, shit naiiyak ako. Ang sarap pala ng yakap ng isang nanay, have you tried it lately? Try mo! Walang katumbas, kahit ilang ascorbic acid at bioflu at water therapy pa ang itapat mo. I'm twenty four but I still get the same feeling of home just like when I was a kid, napa-45 seconds flashback ako. A mother's hug is one underrated fun I would love to experience every day of my life. x :)

Komomong

So. I was planning to write a another super absorbed blog entry since yesterday evening, but as always, procrastination got the better of me so no wonder it is only now that I got the sense and sensibility to hit "New Post". I was over analyzing things as of recently, like what's the grand idea of this all, of me clinging, groping, always finding myself posting procrastinating underrated fun. But again, to hell with over analyzing, as just yesterday, mama decided to have a wifi modem installed in our house. Scrolling through Facebook and Twitter and Instagram sure are underrated fun and certainly made for procrastinators who are almighty high not complaining on the precious time being wasted, but I don't want to over indulge on this habit (if I am not already are), coz I might die in the process, but let's not talk about dying, shall we. There's just too many of it not just this evening but as of this late, it's wrecking havoc among human lives. Shit, there's too much mumbling here. 

Anyways. Weekend was over just yesterday. I am here to tell you how wisely I spent it this time haha Oh! Is that a clap I hear? But no, sister. There was no way I couldn't change the world in two days, so again, I ended up spending it with my friends. But first, let's talk about a Friday Night. This is precious among (I almost used "amongst" for pete's sake) all. I told myself to hit the sack early so I can go biking early Saturday. But so much lack of discipline in my body took over, I just couldn't. I ended up opening my laptop, insert the hard drive and skimmed skimmed skimmed out of all the movies I copied in the office server, skimmed, okay, stopped at every unfamiliar names among the list. I'll go straight to point, man the habit of beating around the bush in writing is making me sad. See here, I ended up watching Southpaw starring Jake Galen-Gallynhaal (spell check freshly out from Google search, thank you) as Billy Hope. Look it up on Wikipedia, if you want the whole idea of what kind of a movie it was. But, boy I tell you, it was one of those quite amazing movies I've ever watch in months, this year. It got me at least three pimples the next day, that's how good it was hahaha!!

Talking about Hope. In order for a lasting friendship to last (wow see how lame I use it), the Korean Culture Center set up a Korean Film Festival for us creatively lazy friends. Three movies were set to premiere on Saturday which we have been talking round and round over Messenger chat a month before the movie viewing in Metro Manila. Korean Culture Center or KCC as what my Eka, my perks calls it was very sweet we ended up falling in this very long line haha but we are talking about hope, we persevere and would you know, the title of the movie we are about to watch was "HOPE". We ended up sobbing and somewhat wildly noisy watching it. Rodelle was late we almost have to beg for a ticket and for them to let her pass, good thing a guy who looked like he had raped countless girls in the old days approached and asked us how many tickets do we need, we answered only one, then he gave out his. Okay so I take back what I thought. It was free, have a told you that? Apparently this is not in chronological order of events because I'm trying not be a Richard Linklater type, I'm more of like a David Fincher Christopher Nolan kind. What am I saying here, it's 12 midnight by the way, I got to wake up at 5am or earlier and this got me over analyzing things once again on why I'm doing this in the first place so might as well just stop and consider the photos as a reliable medium of creating a story, So enjoy. Goodnight! :) 

Disclaimer: Komomong is one of the four Korean cartoon characters a child in the movie was fond about. Komomong played us, tore our hearts apart, we have no choice but sob til our eyes aches no more. Hope was one of those tear-jerking Korean movie next to Miracle Cell.

Disclaimer: Excuse our mighty creative take on "Sayang wala tayong picture together sa Korean Film Festival poster. Bakit kasi ang dami daming tao eh" situation. You should have seen the outtakes of reviews in between munching Dear Darla of Yellowcab, the hilarious outtakes of the hand selfie doing Tyra's random act of modeling using the ripped ticket. But there were no outtakes, so here's the photos. 

Tick tack tick tack

Or was it tick tick tack tack tack? I can't be sure. It's my fourth day of being twenty four, saying and typing it whole in words have a more ring to it than just saying and typing it, "24". It just appear so lame. I've been thinking on what to post particularly here really, being this age makes me even more lazy. The age makes me think about others who found success at 20 or younger. Like Maine Mendoza. Or Kendall and Kylie Jenner. Yes, yes I can hear you right there, don't measure other people's success and compare it to yours, the world doesn't work that way, honey. Okay, if you say so. So what do I write here? What's the grand plan of being on in and other preposition of this age. But see here, and I bet you'd be surprise. If somebody would ask me now what day is it today, I'd probably say, "It's someday. This is the day that I have been waiting for for a long time. It has finally come!" Now, what to do about this "someday that I have been waiting for" is the question. For lack of a better analogy, it's feels like being inside a bookstore, alone, reading, skimming, hopping from books to books, and all of a sudden a spark, a light so bright caught your eyes, it was love at first sight, from the cover, from the synopsis. from the "best-selling book exclaim"so bold and scarlet it hurts not to buy it, from the gratifying one word reviews, it pulls you toward the counter. And there you go finding yourself actually buying it. the question now is whether you'd ever got the time to ever read it whole-heartily.