Minutes of Obsession

Lately, I could not get over the fact that my room has the nicest view (for me). I mean, everyday I try to get home at exactly 5 pm just to take pictures of the city horizon. I know it sounds crazy but I won't be able to do it once I start working again. And I guess I'm obsessing this much because I know I won't be staying in my apartment for very long. What I mean is,  I rent and once I find a cheap, nearer-to-work apartment then I'm going to have to leave and miss the magnificence of all this. So I guess I'm taking what I can and relishing every moment of it while I still can.

But with all this sun business, I'm kind of missing the moon, not that anybody should care, but I am a moon person. Problem is I can't catch the moon 'cause my roommates would be home and they'll think I'm being weird again ('cause I tend to space out when I look at the sky, I don't know why.) Maybe I'll get the moon sometimes and it too will be great.

And having said that, I wish that you all will love the little things that goes your way like the sudden halting of the rain, the cab that you did not hail but you needed instantly came by, getting bumped early in a line... the little things...like the shining of the sun in the clear blue sky and the lighting of the dark road by the luminous moon.

Love the little things. They matter too.

And have a wonderful day!

13 by Accident

I haven’t blogged for a long time and the reason that I haven’t was because I was too busy looking around for a job. Walking around Metro Manila and even farther places like Biñan got me so hopped up in the job-hunting hype that I forgot to take some time, sit down and think of my next move. And since I haven’t heard from any of the companies that I have applied to (some of them called but the screening process takes weeks, months even!) I thought it’s time to say something.

Yesterday while I was on my way back to my apartment (just finished with another job interview), I took a second glance at the National Book Store and got the idea that I needed new refills for my mechanical pencil. So I went over and bought some when my eyes fell on the bottom shelf of the fiction bookcase. And there it was – the latest addition to the Trese Series. I was hesitant to buy it since I’m recently very cautious about spending having no means of replenishing my funds but through my older sister. But to hell, I bought it anyway. I know. I’m not thinking straight. I just needed something to stop me from driving myself insane and its only 150 pesos. I won’t eat for the next two days and that’s resolved.

Front Jacket Cover

Back Jacket Cover

Front Cover

I read Trese 5 immediately after I bought it. I read it on the train, while walking, in the tricycle. I even reread it before going to sleep. God, I miss tangible books – the smell, the touch, the crunching of the pages when they slide against each other. All I have are these ebooks I got from my recent escapades in the web. I don’t think I’ll ever get the hang of ebooks.

Hahahaha seriously funny

Naruto like stance

The mask rider? X?

Trese. I’m hooked.  The art, the story the chararcters – I’m so into them that I want to live in their world and see things the way they see things. It’s kind of funny when I think about it because it reminds me the first time I read a Harry Potter book. Well, we all have to find something to keep us hoping, believing and dreaming. I just hope that Trese will never turn to into an ebook. That would be a nightmare for me.

Accolade

Making and Taking Space and Relieving My Childhood

The New Year has finally come and here I am, changed (I hope for the better) and more experienced than last year. Last year was a tricky year for me. It was filled with ups and downs and unwanted rollercoaster rides which I am hinting now were needed at that time. Embracing the pain that spawned from foolishness was an arduous deal but it was never meant for the weak-hearted and the unfocused. And it was true, what my friends have been telling me all year round, it will get better and it did. Everything pointed home. I discovered that all I needed was a time out, to be with my family, to feel the warm of a family and everything fell into place. My plans are back on track again, in motion again.   


"Home is a where the heart finds peace. It is a place where anyone can find blissful solace and heartfelt content. A safe place for the mind and soul – for the being."

I have been hanging on to those words for weeks now and I was thinking of using it as an intro to a blog or something but the next words never came through so I thought I should just quote it. 

I wanted to start this year right. So after writing one song, watching one really good movie (Martha, Marcy May, Marlene) and having the weirdest breakfast (it was good weird though), I decided to move some things in the house. I needed space for my books since I have already given up my apartment back at the University since I am (technically) a graduate and don't need anymore lodging there. I need to do this to mark the time, to say that I am finally stepping into the future, to making my dreams come true. Cheesy right? I know. But I need to start somewhere and I started with the most precious things to me - my books. 

I noticed as I was making space that we still had the Brains Blitz and a book of puzzles lying around the house. I remember I used to read them to boost my scope in General Knowledge and solving puzzles. I think that was where I got my enthusiasm for reading books in the first place. Ah, childhood. Even if my father forced me into reading those books, I was happy to have read them and have this affinity to them and to all the books that I have read and might read in the future until the day I die. And right, I am going to start...

Happy New Year Everybody!!! 

Terminal Boredom

I finally arrived at NAIA 3 after three gruelling hours of wandering in the streets. After passing through the metal detectors and luggage scanners, I found myself a quaint spot by the Globe booth to wait for my siblings. We were supposed to meet for lunch and when I checked my watch, it was already 12:30 pm and there was no sibling insight. Yeah, lunch indeed. So I did what any young Filipino had to do to kill time, I checked my Facebook account. There was nothing much to see there so I started reading manga.

After an hour or so, I finally got a call from my sister telling me of their location in the vicinity. I went to their spot which was a mess – they were sitting on the floor next to the check-in counters. Basically, they were squatting because the counters would not accept them yet. Nice. Nonetheless, I sat with them and we played Jenga. We only played 5 rounds of Jenga because someone (my older sister) got carried away and screamed her brains out that everyone in the terminal turned and stared. It was pretty embarrassing.

It was already 2:00 pm when my siblings checked-in. We were flying in different airlines so when I checked my flight details, I was kind of pissed that my check –in time was still 3:00 pm. Well, it only made sense knowing that my flight was around 5:30 pm and theirs was around 4:00 pm. Still, it pissed me off. I waited again, Facebook again.

When I finally checked –in, we had a very brief lunch and then went to the boarding area where we played more Jenga. Since their boarding time was earlier, they had to leave me there and I had to find a different means to entertain myself. Hence, the camera. TA-DA! And took pictures I did.

The counter finally said that our plane had arrived and we were finally boarding. I was reluctant to leave at first. I wanted to take more pictures – you know, when the sky turns purple and orange that sort of thing. But we had to go. I had to go.

It was not a long trip maybe because I fell asleep halfway or maybe because I was enjoying myself too much. I don’t know. I think I’m just really happy that I was able to go home.  It’s the only thing that matters as of now.