marc’s so-called blog

Jan15 wee hours

This is all so freaky. So here i am sitting on one of saguijo chairs, yeah after what seems like an eternity. I was thinking.. maybe later after this gig i’ll finally burn my ‘i cant’ list. Drip was infront, when beng calma, its vocalist, did a very outstanding version of ‘kwarto’ by sugarfree. It’s like ’swak!’. Such timing. Let the past drip its remaining pain and frustrated hopes. I hope and i think, i’ll be ok tom. Hey, drip’s album’s out. Let’s go check tomorrow.

Oh k, it cris ramos’ birthday! Hope she had a blast. I just dont know if she’s aware of her impact as a person and opm supporter is, she’s doing a great job, no doubt about it.

Tomorrow or make that later, im just going to remind me to stop slacking around and finally go check megamall. JB store’s sale. Branded <store with band shirts! How cooler can that get??>. Maybe dropby music one and cyberzone. Of course, consider that narnia flick. ‘Hope i wake up on time, haha. ‘Hope tomorrow’s as busy and meaningful as the former.

By the way, it’s revolver night, no wonder there’s a terrific line up. Too bad i missed pedicab. Yup, sulit still, nevertheless.  pedicab, brownbeat all stars, drip, itchyworms, too late the hero, typecast, narda- what?! Narda played n daw! Shitty, sayang naman..

Oh well, ‘anung meron ang taong happy?’ Know that jingle from a teaser commercial? Wala lang, i was singing that all day long, sabay, itchyworms made it pala. This is freaky bigtime.

11:30 am

I think i got drunk. Two sanmig lights (one courtesy of ryan- thanks ry!), a bottle of smirnoff, some calamares and some chicken croquetas. I should still be sleeping right now, but then again, ‘got to go home. Home home not home base. Mom needs her money.

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I’m such an ass in terms of handling my earnings. ‘Not regretting the stuffs i used ‘em for, just that tis quite unbelievable.. In two days i used up such amount. And nope, the figure shall remain, undisclosed.

Harassed. Pretty much the word for today.

Uh yeah, make that ‘word for the week’.

kwarto
maglilinis ako ng aking kwarto
na punong puno ng galit at damit
mga bagay na hindi ko na kailangan
nakaraang di na pwedeng pagpaliban
mga liham ng nilihim kong pa-ibig
at litrato ng kahapong maligalig
dahan dahan kong inipon
ngunit ngayon kailangan nang itapon

di ko na kayang mabuhay sa kahapon
kaya mula ngayon, mula ngayon…

may jacket mong nabubulok sa sulok
inaalikabok na sa lungkot
may panyong ilan ulit nang niluhaan
isang patak sa baway beses na
tayo’y nasaktan

di ko na kayang mabuhay sa kahapon
kaya mula ngayon, mula ngayon…

alaala ng lumuluhang kahapon
dahan dahan ko na ring kinakahon
natagpuan ko na ang tunay na ligaya
lumabas ako ng kwarto’s naron sya

magpapaalam na sa iyo ang aking kwarto

There, the 2005 song covered by beng calma last saturday. Reading thru the lyrics, aint really entirely my song afterall. But ’sure cremated my ‘i cant list’ along guijo that night. Symbolic weekend, chronic week. It’s as if i ate my dessert ahead the main entree. Uh Well, c’est la vie.

Narda, narda, narda. Missed the gig, got the tracks, cool.

Jan08

So this is what i’ve been thinking. Felt damned naked as i slowly realize my predicament: everybody in the company im working for is aware i was downright pissed off at romeo bayani that i didnt went to work for a day and a half.

Surprise! And though i aint got a dot of sympathy for that stinker, it’s really unfair to put my absence’s (or rumored resignation, ithink) blame on him. I was absent for a personal reason. Period. So personal i cant file the reason. And though i lost an ounce of excitement going to work because romeo et al indeed pissed me off, my being absent got nuthin to do with it. So go ahead deduct those days, i wont mind.

Of course, a two-day salary will hurt the pocket, but that’s the reasonable deed.

Never too late for a new year resolution: Never put too much of your trust on others other than God and yourself. My God and myself. I’m always been too trusty and easily get comfortable with others without me realising it. I must refrain asking help and opinions from people whose real intention is to make a joke of you. Wisecracker. You want me to deliver the Punchline?? As i’ve said, people are utterly perfect. For the record, i commit to some changes in my life and so-called appearance because i wanted to. My decisions, my life, me. I dont think you’re trying to help (the likes of you?). Spare me your commentaries please.

And yes, they were drunk. Lame. I was drunk that october 04 yet i was well aware im getting in his nerves then. Neither my caffeine nor your pink gin’s to blame. Then again, it’s of no use, it’s no secret im working in a place where everybody have to say something about the other, else they’ll die. And as a second rule, one should mock a heated argument, read: ‘original’ lines, every other hour simply because it is hilarious. Way of life. Just perfect.

I’m really quite embarassed the officers are considering my relocation (for the nth time), thanks ‘but cant think of a more comfortable place. ‘Sides, really was a petty stuff and …

[ok, the public part ends here]

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now on the lighter side of things

I‘ve started reading chicken soup for the soul. (Yes sir, started another book without finishing the last, whatever it was). I think twas the first book that i was able to borrow. I dunno, i guess it is indeed a good read and aint recommended for the anti-mushy crowd. The articles aint that lengthy yet deliver so much heart especially those concerning kids’ dialogues. And i was just reading thru less a quarter of the book. Touché.  Maybe i’ll post a few short articles to balance the negativity here, hehe.

Honest. I’m really eager to flash a smile and share a laugh. But of course, not a devilish smile and a contagious laughter demeaning other’s ego. I had a good start this year, and im not gonna give up on that now.

Whether you think you can or you think can’t, you’re right!

> It’s such a cold january. Somehow it’s comforting and not at all freezing.