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Archive for October, 2008
October 26, 2008 at 1:45 am · Filed under Uncategorized
“A broken heart is easy to steal”–Taiwanese film Formula 17
Last Friday night was a heavy night for me. I was supposed to have a date at Philippine Fashion Weekearly evening only to find out that I would wind up alone. I was expectant to have a wonderful night with my date but when I called I was told that my date would most probably hang out with friends at the Basement. My happiness was stolen.
I then went with my friend to the Philippine Fashion Week. I went ahead inside and stood as I watched the program reel along. Prior to this, I had to wait alone and had gotten my patience drip dry. My date called to ask why I had not answered the prior calls. I gave cold replies. I was feeling the pain slowly pinching its way to my heart. I was stripped off my patience. We had a cold war.
Later that night, I decided to drown my loneliness away in the beat of trance bass and thumps. A wild dance I did to the spectacle of clubbers. The dance was hypnotic they think. Yet, it was a momentary therapy for me, as I try to shrug off half-a-year of joy. There was an inside pleading scream: Snatch this feeling away from me!
My dance gave a temporary relief. As I thump on the dance floor, a group of very familiar faces on television introduced themselves and eventually danced with me. It was a welcome greeting for a swollenly bleeding heart. Dancing with this fine group snatched away the gloom I tried to shake off that whole night. The excitement masked the loneliness and pain.
Yet, the coming days gave a lingering hurt. This problem is hard to resolve. I want someone to snatch this ill feeling away. Snatch it and run away fast. My heart is open for the robbing. Take the pain away. Now that my guard is down, I lay my heart in the open to anybody who can heal it. My heart is easy to steal.
October 8, 2008 at 5:14 am · Filed under Uncategorized
I am in Puerto Princesa again to visit my distributor. Month on month, I visit Palawan and meet up with my distributor, work with my sales personnel, and still do reports here and there. This travel may seemingly bring a hectic schedule for nigthlife and sidetrips for somebody but me. I go here alone–just me–and being alone can be depressingly boring.
I usually stay at The Legend Palawan and tinker on the keyboards at night trying to fend off the boredom of the city that early sleeps. Having my virtual tour of the World Wide Web, I head off to its Business Center after dinner and stay for hours.
I still go out at night from time to time though. Sometimes, I tinker until midnight at a Net cafe across from NCCC Mall [not a mall but the province's biggest supermarket and department store, still that does not qualify]. I tried dinner once at Kinabuch, a popular grill-slash-bar but still went back to the hotel right after. I ate dinner, too, at Neva’s Place, a cozy 2-storey house of concrete and cogon, near the blue cathedral. It was a solemn and calm experience eating there. It honestly made me remember my childhood in rural Bulacan. That experience was short-lived though. I was alone and decided to go back to the hotel. Sigh.
Whenever friends and acquaintances know that I am in Palawan, they exclaim envious remarks of surprise. Yet deep down I know for sure that being alone in Palawan–not having friends with you–is a bad trip.
October 4, 2008 at 9:27 pm · Filed under Uncategorized
I have always known myself to be born on July 3rd. Year on year, My family and friends greet me and celebrate my birthday on the third. My medical documents, school records, and legal papers all indicate my day of birth on July 3rd consequently.
All these records show this fact except for one: My birth certificate. This lone document counters all claims. It indicates my birthday is on the fourth of July, a day amiss my true birthday. Since the birth certificate is a cornerstone of my legal identity, my existence in this nation hinges on this vital document. More so, finding out this matter is a stumbling block to 28-year worth of records and documents bearing my birthday on the third.
I learned this when I was applying for a passport a couple of days ago. The clerk at a photolab called my attention after seeing my birth certificate vis-a-vis my driver’s license. Lo and behold, there it was on the certificate. The pen stroke could not be much clearer: It was July 4.
I was in a momentary daze. Yet, before I drowned in an upsurging disbelief, The clerk told me that a notary public is available and an affidavit can be executed. The affidavit contained all legal jargons of explanations and promises, including my use of July 4 as my birthday thereafter.
And now, I inform everybody that my birthday is now on July 4 already. However, presents are well-accepted either on the July 3rd or 4th.
