Posts Tagged ‘EMO’
PENTHOUSE – The Place I Once Called Home
Today is Easter Sunday. I bet most of my readers are sleeping as I type this entry at 3AM. I’m not yet sure if i’ll be taking the 3:30 AM bus trip to Manila or the 4AM or 5 or 6. I blame my work schedule on why I have to leave Dagupan City on a Sunday.
Guess who spent 15 years of her life living in that penthouse?
See, i had no plans of going back here in Dagupan last week. I decided five hours before I left Manila that I will be spending my Holy Week break in a nice hotel in the Bangus City. It was my dream since I was a kid that at least I try to stay here even just for one night and now it feels good that I finally fulfilled that plan of mine.
Most of my Dagupan-based friends asked me why I didn’t go to our house. Well, Lolo and Lola went to Naga for the yearly reunion of the Santamaria’s. I never had the chance to visit their new place (they moved out just this January) and yes, I don’t have a key so how can I enter in the house? 
Yesterday afternoon, I decided to have my very own version of Dagupan Photowalk. It was only now that I appreciate every little detail in this city through the photos I took. Now I see the old buildings which was never revamped after the 1990 earthquake, the ruins caused by the different typhoons that struck the city and all the other details that I would rather not elaborate here. Let us just say that I didn’t really explore Dagupan City that much.
Then I went back to our old house/school.
If you are thinking that I used to live inside a University campus, well, you’re right.
Random Thoughts of a Risk Taker
Taking another risk with your consent
“How’s your new project?” lolo asked me when I was reviewing the first draft of my project.
“It’s fine. I’m quite happy with the first draft. I can’t wait to add the other elements to see the final output.” i replied with a happy face.
“That’s good, but can you do me a favor? I hope you’d learn to save up after you finish that project of yours. I know you worked hard for that. Producing something like that can be physically, emotionally and financially draining. I know it’s your money but – ”
(Here we go again)
Because I’m One of the Boys
One of the Boys - I am not really sure if this is the best place to write about this thing that is bothering me as of the moment, but I will still write it here since it’s my personal blog anyway.
Most of my male friends see me as ‘One of the Boys’. No, I am not a lesbian nor a bisexual. I am not wearing loose pants and shirts either. I am just plainly one of the boys.
Just like one of the boys, I wear slippers in the hospital
To those who know me very well, it is an open fact that I have a lot of male friends compared to the female ones. Some were even teased to me, but nothing really romantic went in the way.
See, I never had a boyfriend. Some girls my age might be alarmed if they are in a situation similar as mine. You know, being around guys but you always end up as the rose among the thorns? You are very much loved and protected by the thorns and they will prick every possible bad element who would intend to hurt you.
Why I Will Never Forget 2009
Wow. It’s 2010 already? I can’t believe that I am now trying my very best to write a blog entry about 2009. I remember writing my 2008 Year Ender post the other year with some disappointments related to my career (Being jobless at Christmas Day gives you a week of weakness, I swear!). I thought it’s the end of the world for me (uhm, not really. I’m a fighter, baby!). I am happy to inform you though that I started 2009 with much enthusiasm and ended it with a big smile on my face.
January 2009 - Kuya Bunso Cast and Crew
It was in January where I finally decided to push through with my passion in film making. With the script I worked on during my stay at Sinelab, I managed to talk to some of my blogger friends to help me out with my first film entitled Kuya Bunso. With Jehzeel and Cai and the rest of the Nyoks, I did push through with my first film in a limited budget. I really can’t believe I was able to write, produce and direct the film. I wanted to join a short film festival that time, but I didn’t anticipate the fact that post-production is the most expensive and time-consuming part. My 24 minute debut film made me cry when i first saw it. I mean, yeah. I really cried T_T. I owned a new phone too and took a lot of camwhore pics with the nyoks. I bought a lot of domains that month which proved that i am an impulsive domain buyer lolz
Siderodromophobia
October 31 MRT Santolan-Annapolis Station
The phobia related to the extreme fear of trains, railroads and travel by rail is Siderodromophobia.
Kaninang 7:30 ng gabi, akala ko ay katapusan ko na.
Kasama ang ilan sa mga pasahero ng MRT na nagmamadaling umuwi, kami ay naistranded sa bandang gitna ng Ortigas at Santolan-Annapolis station. Ilang beses nagbukas-sarado ang pintuan ng tren noong nasa Ortigas station pa ito, pero hindi kami pinababa ng drayber. Habang ito ay umaandar, biglang may pumutok malapit sa pwesto ng drayber. Bigla na lang nangamoy sa loob ng tren at marami ang halos magpanic. Naisipan ko pa ngang i-text ang ilan kong kaibigan para ipaalam na baka iyon na ang huling araw na ilalagi ko sa mundo. Binuksan namin ang mga bintana ng tren para kami naman ay makahinga ng mabuti at hindi mamatay sa amoy ng umuusok na kuryente.
Alam mo ba kung ano ang iniisip ko habang ako ay naistranded sa gitna ng MRT railway? Ayoko pang mamatay. Hindi pa ako handa. Marami akong mga pangarap na kailangan pang tuparin at maraming nagmamahal sa akin na paniguradong malulungkot kung sakaling ako ay pumanaw na sa mundong ito. Ayoko rin mamatay sa gitna ng isang alanganing lugar dahil may tsansang hindi marekober ang bangkay ko. Hindi rin ako magdadalawang-isip na tumalon sa bintana ng tren para ako ay makaligtas sa isang aksidente. Ganun pala ang feeling lalo na’t halloween pa. Tsktsk.
Stranded na nga, nagpplurk pa
Nakakatuwa lang isipin na nagawa ko pang mag-plurk sa bingit ng kamatayan. OA ba ang pagkalahad ko sa nangyari sa akin kanina? Siguro. Pero nakakanerbyos. Nakakakaba. Nakakatakot. nakakapagpabagabag. ‘Di ako sigurado kung tama yang spelling na yan, pero yan ang naramdaman ko kanina. Sakto lang.