Monday, March 28, 2005
HOLY WEEK!
How else to spend holy week than being at the beach with the rest of the Deen clan! Plan was that we were to leave at 4 am last thursday, and meet up with the rest of the family at Petron in SLEX so we would arrive at our Matuod beach house early. Now, because of the early schedule of leaving and meeting up, i decided to stay home instead of going out wednesday night. I tried sleeping early, around 11 pm, but it was already 2:15 am and i was still wide awake. I thought about not sleeping instead, but since i was gonna be driving all the way there, i wanted to have sufficient enough rest so i got to sleep around 2:30 am. My mom would wake us all up at around 3:40 am to get ready anyway, or so i thought..
Thursday:
My phone rang, it was 4:40 am and my aunt was asking where we already were. I told her that my mother dear didnt wake us up! I immediately got up, checked who else was awake, and WOW! My awesome brother, Justin, was blissfuly chatting away online, ignorant of what we were supposed to doing! Oh well, he came from a party so he drank and probably forgot it somehow. I told him to bang on my moms door and wake our other brother Marc and start getting ready. I was kinda irritated by the fact that my motherrrr didnt even wake up(and she kept reminding us that we had to get up early all day wednesday!). We didnt get to meet up with the rest of the family at Petron anymore, since we got to leave Alabang around 5:15 am already, and this included a trip back home after already being outside the village because we forgot some stuff!
But i drove fast like hell, to my mom's horror as she cant help but be really scared when either my dad, me or my brother justin, drive. "Your going to fast!" "Your tailing!" "Your going over 130!" What a nag huh..? Hehe. We managed to catch up with the rest of the family at Tagaytay and we arrived at the beach house around 8 am. Me and my cousins swam right after unpacking and settling in at our usual cottage, where all us cousins sleep and stay. Then around noon, we realized we havent bought any beer yet. This is sacrilegious to our family you see, being at the beach and no beer! My cousins and our parents would go absolutely berserk!! So me, my cousin Carlo, and his dad drove to the Matabungkay beach house to collect some used cases of beer that we keep there whenever we go there. We got 5 cases, a bottle of rhum, some charcoal for grilling, extra sheets and pillows, and headed back. Had lunch, and we all started drinking around 3 pm, as soon as the beer was cold. That night, all our parents talked about was their experiences with ghosts back when they were our age at the Family manor in Mindanao, at my lola's house in Bel-Air, and in their respective houses, other places, and even at the Matabungkay beach house. The stories were fucking scary as shit!
Since everyone was tired since it has been a long day and all of us didnt get enough sleep, not to mention me having drank at least 14 bottles of beer already and having taken 2 or 3 valiums, we called it a night around 12:30 am. I got up around 4 am, dizzy, sick and had a hard time moving. I felt like puking like hell, so i started crawling from my bed to outside the cabana, and into the bathroom outside and started throwing up like crazy while shouting a lot of profanities. It was then that i realized that it was really really dark, and that i didnt even turn the light on the bathroom on. Then the ghost stories started floating around my head. Which made me curse more, crawl to switch the bathroom light on, finish throwing up, then crawled back into the cabana to sleep. I learned a valuable lesson that night, if your gonna be drinking a lot, drink a lot of water too! Balance everything out at least!
Good Friday:
We got up around 10 am, and started sunbathing some more. Our parents woke up early, so they had sole rights to the boom box for the whole day. Man oh man! For the whole of Friday, all we heard from the boom box was Sinatra, Streisand, and the most painful of all, DISCO MUSIC! Which they played 95% of the time!! I just swam a little, then started finishing reading the book Stardust by Neil Gaiman, while lounging at the hamock on the beach front. We all prayed the rosary at exactly 3 pm for respect, and as one of my aunts joked about, for having eaten meat for lunch that day. That night we drank some more, had a blazing bonfire on the shore, took like a hundred pics most of that night, and me and my cousins were the only ones left awake as we drank and laughed our asses off(mostly to Javi's spot-on voice impersonation of smeegol!). This time however, i always made it a point to drink water after every beer ive consumed. My cousin Mara, who has a 3rd eye, said she saw 2 people going around the area we were. This scared her, so i was asked to sleep beside her that night so she wouldnt get scared.
Saturday:
We all got up early, around 9 am, had our breakfast and went for a swim right away. We bought one last case of beer for that day, and more cigarettes, since both supplies were getting scarce. We drank, ate lunch, and just for trips, the whole family went to one of the bigger sandbars, drew lines on the sand, and played "Patintero". Which turned out to be really fun! Strategies were used, and cheating was abundant! But at least we got to play a "sport" if you could call it that, and it was something other than drinking, that the whole family enjoyed doing together. We had dinner around 9 pm, started packing, and bade farewell to the beach. We stopped over at Starbucks over at Tagaytay, which was jampacked!, to get some coffee since we were all tired and getting sleepy while driving. My family and i got back to Alabang around almost 1 am, Sunday, already. Needless to say, i spent all of Sunday resting up. I also realized my whole body was tanned and burned. Great!
Whew.. that was one fucking long post. I hope the next beach trip will be just as great!
Ciao!
How else to spend holy week than being at the beach with the rest of the Deen clan! Plan was that we were to leave at 4 am last thursday, and meet up with the rest of the family at Petron in SLEX so we would arrive at our Matuod beach house early. Now, because of the early schedule of leaving and meeting up, i decided to stay home instead of going out wednesday night. I tried sleeping early, around 11 pm, but it was already 2:15 am and i was still wide awake. I thought about not sleeping instead, but since i was gonna be driving all the way there, i wanted to have sufficient enough rest so i got to sleep around 2:30 am. My mom would wake us all up at around 3:40 am to get ready anyway, or so i thought..
Thursday:
My phone rang, it was 4:40 am and my aunt was asking where we already were. I told her that my mother dear didnt wake us up! I immediately got up, checked who else was awake, and WOW! My awesome brother, Justin, was blissfuly chatting away online, ignorant of what we were supposed to doing! Oh well, he came from a party so he drank and probably forgot it somehow. I told him to bang on my moms door and wake our other brother Marc and start getting ready. I was kinda irritated by the fact that my motherrrr didnt even wake up(and she kept reminding us that we had to get up early all day wednesday!). We didnt get to meet up with the rest of the family at Petron anymore, since we got to leave Alabang around 5:15 am already, and this included a trip back home after already being outside the village because we forgot some stuff!
But i drove fast like hell, to my mom's horror as she cant help but be really scared when either my dad, me or my brother justin, drive. "Your going to fast!" "Your tailing!" "Your going over 130!" What a nag huh..? Hehe. We managed to catch up with the rest of the family at Tagaytay and we arrived at the beach house around 8 am. Me and my cousins swam right after unpacking and settling in at our usual cottage, where all us cousins sleep and stay. Then around noon, we realized we havent bought any beer yet. This is sacrilegious to our family you see, being at the beach and no beer! My cousins and our parents would go absolutely berserk!! So me, my cousin Carlo, and his dad drove to the Matabungkay beach house to collect some used cases of beer that we keep there whenever we go there. We got 5 cases, a bottle of rhum, some charcoal for grilling, extra sheets and pillows, and headed back. Had lunch, and we all started drinking around 3 pm, as soon as the beer was cold. That night, all our parents talked about was their experiences with ghosts back when they were our age at the Family manor in Mindanao, at my lola's house in Bel-Air, and in their respective houses, other places, and even at the Matabungkay beach house. The stories were fucking scary as shit!
Since everyone was tired since it has been a long day and all of us didnt get enough sleep, not to mention me having drank at least 14 bottles of beer already and having taken 2 or 3 valiums, we called it a night around 12:30 am. I got up around 4 am, dizzy, sick and had a hard time moving. I felt like puking like hell, so i started crawling from my bed to outside the cabana, and into the bathroom outside and started throwing up like crazy while shouting a lot of profanities. It was then that i realized that it was really really dark, and that i didnt even turn the light on the bathroom on. Then the ghost stories started floating around my head. Which made me curse more, crawl to switch the bathroom light on, finish throwing up, then crawled back into the cabana to sleep. I learned a valuable lesson that night, if your gonna be drinking a lot, drink a lot of water too! Balance everything out at least!
Good Friday:
We got up around 10 am, and started sunbathing some more. Our parents woke up early, so they had sole rights to the boom box for the whole day. Man oh man! For the whole of Friday, all we heard from the boom box was Sinatra, Streisand, and the most painful of all, DISCO MUSIC! Which they played 95% of the time!! I just swam a little, then started finishing reading the book Stardust by Neil Gaiman, while lounging at the hamock on the beach front. We all prayed the rosary at exactly 3 pm for respect, and as one of my aunts joked about, for having eaten meat for lunch that day. That night we drank some more, had a blazing bonfire on the shore, took like a hundred pics most of that night, and me and my cousins were the only ones left awake as we drank and laughed our asses off(mostly to Javi's spot-on voice impersonation of smeegol!). This time however, i always made it a point to drink water after every beer ive consumed. My cousin Mara, who has a 3rd eye, said she saw 2 people going around the area we were. This scared her, so i was asked to sleep beside her that night so she wouldnt get scared.
Saturday:
We all got up early, around 9 am, had our breakfast and went for a swim right away. We bought one last case of beer for that day, and more cigarettes, since both supplies were getting scarce. We drank, ate lunch, and just for trips, the whole family went to one of the bigger sandbars, drew lines on the sand, and played "Patintero". Which turned out to be really fun! Strategies were used, and cheating was abundant! But at least we got to play a "sport" if you could call it that, and it was something other than drinking, that the whole family enjoyed doing together. We had dinner around 9 pm, started packing, and bade farewell to the beach. We stopped over at Starbucks over at Tagaytay, which was jampacked!, to get some coffee since we were all tired and getting sleepy while driving. My family and i got back to Alabang around almost 1 am, Sunday, already. Needless to say, i spent all of Sunday resting up. I also realized my whole body was tanned and burned. Great!
Whew.. that was one fucking long post. I hope the next beach trip will be just as great!
Ciao!
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Im fucking pissed at all you motherfuckers out there on the road who think theyre all so "hot-stuff" behind the wheel!!! While bringing my bro to school this morning, head heavy, ill-tempered, some schmuck behind an BMW X5 tried cutting me off at the stop light outside Alabang. Which natch, got me irked and I didnt let him cut me off. Then all of a sudden as if the green signal meant, FIGHT!, he floored it, swerved towards me and cut me off! ***RAGE MODE*** I quickly floored it too, stoped beside him in the intersection of Mcdonalds and Alabang Zapote road, and stared at him. The motherfucker looked at me, and started revving LOUDLY!
WHAT THE FUCK?! I was at the left side so I floored it, cut him off at the sideroad that goes to Alabang hills, stoped in my tracks and started screaming at him that if "he wants to start something he should step out of the fucking car and lets get it over with!" He just looked and started waving at me saying sorry and waited for me to move.
FUCK YOU POSERS WHO THINK YOUR SO INVINCIBLE BEHIND THE WHEEL!!! YOU CANT DO SHIT WHEN TROUBLE STARES RIGHT AT YOUR FAGGOT-ASS FACE!!
On the lighter side of things, The Deen clan is having another beach getaway this thursday. Yeah man, time to get drunk and fucked up again! Summer fun in the sun!
Now what cd's should i bring?? of course i'll bring my essential cafe del mar cd's. Carlo will undoubtedly bring The Beach sdtk, as usual! I think i want to burn a new cd of lounge music. I need to burn a new roadtrip cd for the trip going to the beach. I WONT be bringing any hiphop cd's.. only Javi will want that anyway. Should i bring my late 80's glam rock cd?? Haha! It'd only be appreciated when everyones drunk. And we are a responsible family!! No drunking until 9.. am! A million songs to burn... hmmm... where do i start?
WHAT THE FUCK?! I was at the left side so I floored it, cut him off at the sideroad that goes to Alabang hills, stoped in my tracks and started screaming at him that if "he wants to start something he should step out of the fucking car and lets get it over with!" He just looked and started waving at me saying sorry and waited for me to move.
FUCK YOU POSERS WHO THINK YOUR SO INVINCIBLE BEHIND THE WHEEL!!! YOU CANT DO SHIT WHEN TROUBLE STARES RIGHT AT YOUR FAGGOT-ASS FACE!!
On the lighter side of things, The Deen clan is having another beach getaway this thursday. Yeah man, time to get drunk and fucked up again! Summer fun in the sun!
Now what cd's should i bring?? of course i'll bring my essential cafe del mar cd's. Carlo will undoubtedly bring The Beach sdtk, as usual! I think i want to burn a new cd of lounge music. I need to burn a new roadtrip cd for the trip going to the beach. I WONT be bringing any hiphop cd's.. only Javi will want that anyway. Should i bring my late 80's glam rock cd?? Haha! It'd only be appreciated when everyones drunk. And we are a responsible family!! No drunking until 9.. am! A million songs to burn... hmmm... where do i start?
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Some really weird observations that i just had to put into writing:
Cartoon/Comic characters and their state of minds/what they are on
YOGI BEAR - A bear that steals picnic baskets! Golly gee.. a kleptomaniac bear! Yowza! "Hey hey Mr Ranger sir! I've got your picnic basket, I'm going for your wallet next! Hey ey ey!"
BOOBOO - Yogi Bears sidekick, just look at the way he talks, "H..e..y Y..o..g..i..!", slow guy huh? And look at his eyes! The bear is obviously on downers! Certified Valium junkie!
SNAGGLEPUSS - Oh c'mon!!! The name says it all! A "pink"(PINK for crying out loud!!) mountain lion, who's into theatre. If that doesnt scream QUEER, i dont know what does! A gay mountain lion! "Exit stage left.. or right eeeven!"... What the fuck man?!
JUGHEAD JONES - Ahh.. an iconic character from the Archie Comics series. Non comformist, always foodtripping, idle, sleeps all the time. You think the Archie comic universe is all clean cut? WRONG! Jughead is definitely a pothead! Big time!!
**I cant remember this characters name as of now, but do you know that red haired curly kid from the cartoon Hey Arnold!..? The one who keeps getting into accidents and seems to always look on the bright side of things? Yup.. his parents probably have him taking Prozac everyday!!
ARCHIE ANDREWS - Americas most loved teenager, they call him. You all know that he's a klutz and all. But the guy has got to be one of the biggest nyphomaniacs/sex fiend I know! He goes after every girl he see's for crying out loud!
VERONICA LODGE - The rich girl. Beautiful. She's also a *ahem* SLUT! Isnt it obvious??
TAZ - Irepressible Mr. Tazmanian Devil from warner brothers. Slurred speech, always on the go, spins like crazy... Ding Dong! This certain cartoon animal is smoking some serious crack/speed!!
DONALD DUCK - No one can understand his slurred speech. Always seems to be ticked off for some reason. Absolutely zero patience, and short tempered! A certain duck must be on the downfall from his hit of speed!
GOOFY - Happy go lucky. Always smiling. "Ah hyuk! Gawrsh, Mr Dealer.. can i purchase some more tabs?" The Goof is obviously addicted to ecstacy! "Ah hyuk, group hug everyone!"
JOHNNY BRAVO - Egotistical maniac. Thinks he's God's gift to women. His perception of himself is so sky high, it orbits the planet!! You guessed it! Johhny Bravo, Cocaine addict!! "Check out the pecs baby! I'm on top of the world!"
PETER PAN - Doesnt want to grow up. Lives in his own world called Neverland. Believes he's fighting with pirates, has a gang of "Lost Boys", and has a fairy called Tinkerbell. Looks like the only "Lost Boy" is Peter Pan himself, living in his own world. Dellusional, hallucinations. Oh yeah, he's got to be on Mushrooms! "Lookit me! Happy thoughts and i can flyyyyy! I'm flying!!"
Got any more observations like the examples I've given? Share them! =)
Cartoon/Comic characters and their state of minds/what they are on
YOGI BEAR - A bear that steals picnic baskets! Golly gee.. a kleptomaniac bear! Yowza! "Hey hey Mr Ranger sir! I've got your picnic basket, I'm going for your wallet next! Hey ey ey!"
BOOBOO - Yogi Bears sidekick, just look at the way he talks, "H..e..y Y..o..g..i..!", slow guy huh? And look at his eyes! The bear is obviously on downers! Certified Valium junkie!
SNAGGLEPUSS - Oh c'mon!!! The name says it all! A "pink"(PINK for crying out loud!!) mountain lion, who's into theatre. If that doesnt scream QUEER, i dont know what does! A gay mountain lion! "Exit stage left.. or right eeeven!"... What the fuck man?!
JUGHEAD JONES - Ahh.. an iconic character from the Archie Comics series. Non comformist, always foodtripping, idle, sleeps all the time. You think the Archie comic universe is all clean cut? WRONG! Jughead is definitely a pothead! Big time!!
**I cant remember this characters name as of now, but do you know that red haired curly kid from the cartoon Hey Arnold!..? The one who keeps getting into accidents and seems to always look on the bright side of things? Yup.. his parents probably have him taking Prozac everyday!!
ARCHIE ANDREWS - Americas most loved teenager, they call him. You all know that he's a klutz and all. But the guy has got to be one of the biggest nyphomaniacs/sex fiend I know! He goes after every girl he see's for crying out loud!
VERONICA LODGE - The rich girl. Beautiful. She's also a *ahem* SLUT! Isnt it obvious??
TAZ - Irepressible Mr. Tazmanian Devil from warner brothers. Slurred speech, always on the go, spins like crazy... Ding Dong! This certain cartoon animal is smoking some serious crack/speed!!
DONALD DUCK - No one can understand his slurred speech. Always seems to be ticked off for some reason. Absolutely zero patience, and short tempered! A certain duck must be on the downfall from his hit of speed!
GOOFY - Happy go lucky. Always smiling. "Ah hyuk! Gawrsh, Mr Dealer.. can i purchase some more tabs?" The Goof is obviously addicted to ecstacy! "Ah hyuk, group hug everyone!"
JOHNNY BRAVO - Egotistical maniac. Thinks he's God's gift to women. His perception of himself is so sky high, it orbits the planet!! You guessed it! Johhny Bravo, Cocaine addict!! "Check out the pecs baby! I'm on top of the world!"
PETER PAN - Doesnt want to grow up. Lives in his own world called Neverland. Believes he's fighting with pirates, has a gang of "Lost Boys", and has a fairy called Tinkerbell. Looks like the only "Lost Boy" is Peter Pan himself, living in his own world. Dellusional, hallucinations. Oh yeah, he's got to be on Mushrooms! "Lookit me! Happy thoughts and i can flyyyyy! I'm flying!!"
Got any more observations like the examples I've given? Share them! =)
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Because I'm bored. I should be sleeping. And because i wanna just for trips..
CHAPTER I
Dark. That’s the best way to describe the surrounding ambiance of his room, if you could call it that. Cracked ceiling and walls, no electricity, a single bed, squeaky spring mattress and all, plus two pillows. A desk cluttered with nothing but a glass of water, a half empty pack of cigarettes, a row of pills.. empty if it weren’t for the last two remaining unopened pockets, random papers with “overdue” stamped red over it, and a box of matches.
Henry Winters could only shrug his head as a myriad of troubled thoughts overwhelmed his conscious mind, too stressed to even sleep. “Broke. Out of a job. Living in a shithole. Alone.. It certainly is hell right now..” Henry sighed as he moved from his bed to the desk, grabbing a cigarette and striking the match, igniting the room in an amber hue for a few seconds. Smoke fills the room. His attention diverted from the cigarette he was lighting to the corner of his eye, a shadow moving in the room? Impossible he thought. “God damn going crazy now, as if life weren’t fucked enough..” A chill enveloped the room. A voice so discreet and soft, if you diverted your attention, you wouldn’t have noticed it, slithered it seemed from all around the room. “Cirictas tas mirem”, was what he could have sworn he heard. “Shit!” was all that was entering his head. “What in the blue fuck is wrong with me? Am I that far off the bend??” Immediately, he opened a pocket from the row of pills, drank it down with a gulp of water, and settled down in his bed. “Valium.. take me away from all this, please.”
20 minutes have passed, the valium was starting to kick in. In the midst of playing with the smoke emanating from his third stick in that time span, he could clearly see a huge shadow like figure standing at the foot of his bed. Eyes agape, he sat up and shouted as loud as he can. “Its finally happened. I’ve gone crazy! I’m staring to see things!!”. Henry, in an attempt that you could call, deprived of rational thought, threw the cigarette straight at the figure. “You aint fucking real! Get the fuck off outta here!!”. Then with the blink of an eye it was gone. Henry was wheezing. Trying the best he could to rationalize his thoughts, he couldn’t still believe what the hell was happening to him.
A scratch, and an amber hue filled the room. A match it would appear, was lit and was now burning up for no apparent reason. Then as quickly as it was lit, it vanished. Bringing with it Henry’s sanity it seems. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He was now stricken with fear. Jaw dropped and without a word, even a peep of a scream leaving his mouth, the figure was now right in front of him, standing in the foot of his bed, staring at him. He couldn’t move. Frozen with fright, he watched as the figure crawled into the bed moving in closer.
Morning. “What the..?” Henry thought as he opened his eyes. “I must’ve passed out..” Then he remembered the incident last night. “Jeezuz.. was that just a dream? That’s the last time I take valiums after downing half a bottle of whiskey at Duff’s bar..” Just then Henry could only stare in disbelief. His walls were covered in blood. “Cirictas tas mirem” was scrawled over the wall. Then he jumped out of his bed as if his life depended on it. A woman who at least looked as if she was asleep was unknowingly, beside him that time. She was garbed in only a grayish brown robe. Her hair was long, reddish in color, but with a hint of purple streaks. Her complexion was white. Too white, as if she had just lost a lot of blood, and was now pale to the point of near death.
“Have I seriously lost it..? What the hells goin on with me??” Henry thought.
CHAPTER I
Dark. That’s the best way to describe the surrounding ambiance of his room, if you could call it that. Cracked ceiling and walls, no electricity, a single bed, squeaky spring mattress and all, plus two pillows. A desk cluttered with nothing but a glass of water, a half empty pack of cigarettes, a row of pills.. empty if it weren’t for the last two remaining unopened pockets, random papers with “overdue” stamped red over it, and a box of matches.
Henry Winters could only shrug his head as a myriad of troubled thoughts overwhelmed his conscious mind, too stressed to even sleep. “Broke. Out of a job. Living in a shithole. Alone.. It certainly is hell right now..” Henry sighed as he moved from his bed to the desk, grabbing a cigarette and striking the match, igniting the room in an amber hue for a few seconds. Smoke fills the room. His attention diverted from the cigarette he was lighting to the corner of his eye, a shadow moving in the room? Impossible he thought. “God damn going crazy now, as if life weren’t fucked enough..” A chill enveloped the room. A voice so discreet and soft, if you diverted your attention, you wouldn’t have noticed it, slithered it seemed from all around the room. “Cirictas tas mirem”, was what he could have sworn he heard. “Shit!” was all that was entering his head. “What in the blue fuck is wrong with me? Am I that far off the bend??” Immediately, he opened a pocket from the row of pills, drank it down with a gulp of water, and settled down in his bed. “Valium.. take me away from all this, please.”
20 minutes have passed, the valium was starting to kick in. In the midst of playing with the smoke emanating from his third stick in that time span, he could clearly see a huge shadow like figure standing at the foot of his bed. Eyes agape, he sat up and shouted as loud as he can. “Its finally happened. I’ve gone crazy! I’m staring to see things!!”. Henry, in an attempt that you could call, deprived of rational thought, threw the cigarette straight at the figure. “You aint fucking real! Get the fuck off outta here!!”. Then with the blink of an eye it was gone. Henry was wheezing. Trying the best he could to rationalize his thoughts, he couldn’t still believe what the hell was happening to him.
A scratch, and an amber hue filled the room. A match it would appear, was lit and was now burning up for no apparent reason. Then as quickly as it was lit, it vanished. Bringing with it Henry’s sanity it seems. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He was now stricken with fear. Jaw dropped and without a word, even a peep of a scream leaving his mouth, the figure was now right in front of him, standing in the foot of his bed, staring at him. He couldn’t move. Frozen with fright, he watched as the figure crawled into the bed moving in closer.
Morning. “What the..?” Henry thought as he opened his eyes. “I must’ve passed out..” Then he remembered the incident last night. “Jeezuz.. was that just a dream? That’s the last time I take valiums after downing half a bottle of whiskey at Duff’s bar..” Just then Henry could only stare in disbelief. His walls were covered in blood. “Cirictas tas mirem” was scrawled over the wall. Then he jumped out of his bed as if his life depended on it. A woman who at least looked as if she was asleep was unknowingly, beside him that time. She was garbed in only a grayish brown robe. Her hair was long, reddish in color, but with a hint of purple streaks. Her complexion was white. Too white, as if she had just lost a lot of blood, and was now pale to the point of near death.
“Have I seriously lost it..? What the hells goin on with me??” Henry thought.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Neverwhere
Neil Gaiman's "Neverwhere"... i've heard of this book from people for quite some time now, and to cure my curiuosity, i finally got to borrow the book and read it to find out for myself why everyone i know of that read it, loved it. all i can say is, wow! i'm not much of a fan of reading books, ask anyone i know and they'd tell you that. i'm not one who would read a Grisham or a Clancy. i just thought they were too realistic for me. if i do read something, it usually borders on the whimsical(neverwhere), awesome documentation(a yaqui way of knowledge), or just pure art(the rose that grew from concrete)... neverwhere, in my best description, is like another world beneath ours, London to be exact. picture the way tim burton would portray a story much like "Alice in Wonderland". yup, it was that deep, dark, twisted and unique. cool huh? i read the whole book in less than 24 hours.. thats how much the story sucked me in. the characters and locations were well detailed and defined, making it quite astonishing to picture how "London Below" would look, sound, and feel like. amazing! because of this, i plan to look and read more of Gaiman's books like: American Gods, Wolves in the Walls, and Sandman.
who wouldve thought i'd be saying, "i want to read more"..?
Neil Gaiman's "Neverwhere"... i've heard of this book from people for quite some time now, and to cure my curiuosity, i finally got to borrow the book and read it to find out for myself why everyone i know of that read it, loved it. all i can say is, wow! i'm not much of a fan of reading books, ask anyone i know and they'd tell you that. i'm not one who would read a Grisham or a Clancy. i just thought they were too realistic for me. if i do read something, it usually borders on the whimsical(neverwhere), awesome documentation(a yaqui way of knowledge), or just pure art(the rose that grew from concrete)... neverwhere, in my best description, is like another world beneath ours, London to be exact. picture the way tim burton would portray a story much like "Alice in Wonderland". yup, it was that deep, dark, twisted and unique. cool huh? i read the whole book in less than 24 hours.. thats how much the story sucked me in. the characters and locations were well detailed and defined, making it quite astonishing to picture how "London Below" would look, sound, and feel like. amazing! because of this, i plan to look and read more of Gaiman's books like: American Gods, Wolves in the Walls, and Sandman.
who wouldve thought i'd be saying, "i want to read more"..?
Saturday, March 05, 2005
The next few months are gonna be a busy one for me. first up i have my visa interview at the US embassy this monday, then gotta talk to my friend who lives in bora now if he can fix a package for us, since the whole Deen clan want to vacation there sometime late april. the first plan was it to be actually around early april, when my dad gets back from the US and i'm left in the states, while everyone in enjoying the paradise that is bora. no fucking way! i managed to convince them that i'll go to bora first with the whole family, then leave for my 1-2 month sojourn to the US a little after that beach trip. my parents plan to let me go there on my own then, give me money, and leave me with a credit card. ill be with my relatives there, and maybe work for awhile. i hope i get to though..
Weird thing is, i took a nap this afternoon and had this very lucid dream about being in the US already. i wasnt sure if it was in san fran or in los angeles though. but i remember getting up from bed, rushing to freshen up and pack, then zip, i was in the states. this got me perplexed as even in the dream i kept thinking all the while how fast it seemed that i was in the US in no time. i also remember seeing my family friend there, who was all grown up and my age since the last time i saw her, and her younger sister. i also remember seeing my brother talking to them. i remember saying something like "how'd you get here? im the only one who was supposed to be here in the US".. but he looked like he didnt even hear me. i tried talking to both girls, but they seemed like i wasnt even there. i then went out of the house, and it seemed like the outside of the house looked like a part of alabang, but in a different way. even in the dream, i knew that something was definitely not right, and that there was something weird going on. i then saw two cousins, who actually talked to me, and someone who was with them that told me that he was, "my family friend/cousin(cant really recall w/c one it was..), and that he hasnt seen me since i was kid and that he was 20 years older then me.." this kinda freaked me out since the guy looked exactly my age! he had straight hair that was almost like a bowl, and was moreno. i tried thinking on who he couldve been, but i couldnt think of anyone that fit him.
as we were walking along, i remember seeing my friend, prims house. but it was different. the front was essentialy the same, the balcony was there, same color, windows, but the garage was huge. with a fountain in the middle! and the house seemed to stretch on both sides, making it look huge! like one of those houses you'd see celebrities have in mtv cribs(nice house ba prim? haha). i tried telling my cousins and that "other guy" that this was my friends house but they said how can it be coz i havent been to this place yet. but i distinctly knew that we were on the corner of dama de noche and that street that leads to cuenca park. everything felt and looked like alabang! but i couldnt see any filipinos except for us.. most of them were blonde, white and a few african americans. at this part of the dream i was really confused and knew that this couldnt be true and that it had to be a dream or something was really fucked up! but before i could generalize further, i reached into my pocket since i heard my cellphone's alarm beeping. the "other guy" placed his arm on my shoulder and told me that he'd see me again.. and then i woke up. 5:30 pm, with the alarm on my cellphone beeping.
weird weird weird. but cool in a way! hope i get dreams like that again. what bothered me most in the dream was how fast it was that i seemed to be in my room, it was dark, then i was in the US in a blink of an eye. this probably triggered me to think and realize that i was dreaming and that i was in a dream. wild! cool!
Weird thing is, i took a nap this afternoon and had this very lucid dream about being in the US already. i wasnt sure if it was in san fran or in los angeles though. but i remember getting up from bed, rushing to freshen up and pack, then zip, i was in the states. this got me perplexed as even in the dream i kept thinking all the while how fast it seemed that i was in the US in no time. i also remember seeing my family friend there, who was all grown up and my age since the last time i saw her, and her younger sister. i also remember seeing my brother talking to them. i remember saying something like "how'd you get here? im the only one who was supposed to be here in the US".. but he looked like he didnt even hear me. i tried talking to both girls, but they seemed like i wasnt even there. i then went out of the house, and it seemed like the outside of the house looked like a part of alabang, but in a different way. even in the dream, i knew that something was definitely not right, and that there was something weird going on. i then saw two cousins, who actually talked to me, and someone who was with them that told me that he was, "my family friend/cousin(cant really recall w/c one it was..), and that he hasnt seen me since i was kid and that he was 20 years older then me.." this kinda freaked me out since the guy looked exactly my age! he had straight hair that was almost like a bowl, and was moreno. i tried thinking on who he couldve been, but i couldnt think of anyone that fit him.
as we were walking along, i remember seeing my friend, prims house. but it was different. the front was essentialy the same, the balcony was there, same color, windows, but the garage was huge. with a fountain in the middle! and the house seemed to stretch on both sides, making it look huge! like one of those houses you'd see celebrities have in mtv cribs(nice house ba prim? haha). i tried telling my cousins and that "other guy" that this was my friends house but they said how can it be coz i havent been to this place yet. but i distinctly knew that we were on the corner of dama de noche and that street that leads to cuenca park. everything felt and looked like alabang! but i couldnt see any filipinos except for us.. most of them were blonde, white and a few african americans. at this part of the dream i was really confused and knew that this couldnt be true and that it had to be a dream or something was really fucked up! but before i could generalize further, i reached into my pocket since i heard my cellphone's alarm beeping. the "other guy" placed his arm on my shoulder and told me that he'd see me again.. and then i woke up. 5:30 pm, with the alarm on my cellphone beeping.
weird weird weird. but cool in a way! hope i get dreams like that again. what bothered me most in the dream was how fast it was that i seemed to be in my room, it was dark, then i was in the US in a blink of an eye. this probably triggered me to think and realize that i was dreaming and that i was in a dream. wild! cool!
