Terrible Case of Mistaken Identity

With all the Pinoy blog accounts on cyberspace that sprouted like mushrooms here and there, you'd often wonder: "What are we trying to get into? What message are we trying to send to the world?" Sometimes i thought, everyone were fascinated with KC Concepcion, her life in Paris, the oh-so-glamorous photos she took in Europe with her friends, her interesting travel adventures. It makes us want to have that kind of life, too. Where art is everywhere. Not an imposition, but a privilege for the entire human race. Everyone seems to want to follow that trend...I mean, kc's glamorous life. If you want affirmation, explore multiply and you'll know what i'm talking about. You know, that infamous "kooki blog." Hundreds and hundreds of blog with the same stories, same pictures, same rants, same gratitude.

Why pretend to be her? Why try to live the same life? Yeah...right, she's cool. If you have that much money then be free to indulge. But what's exciting by being somebody else? And if you're just an average middle-class filipino who can't even afford to buy the latest cellular phone while also struggling to make ends meet would you still believe in fantasy over reailty? Get real!

I was reading a journal entry a minute ago titled "I always wondered, now I know" from a visitor named kristinepheyre. It was actually a list of ten quirky things about herself. What surprises me, was the fact that I also shared some of her quirkiness. Honestly! To be elaborate they are nos. 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8 and 9. (to see what i'm talking about please visit this link: http://kristinepheyre.multiply.com/journal).

Just like Kristine, I want to disappear in Europe. Be away from all the people I know. My greatest dream was to be a screenwriter/photographer/filmmaker living in Paris, France or a bum getting lost or drown by all the inspiration from Europe. Please, it has nothing to do with KC. Goddamn it! I can't tell my friends or family about this because they assume I was dreaming hard to live like her. It's not always about her!!!

During the routine arguments that my mum and I used to have about my fucked up job she would ask me (with her usual angry tone) about my dream job. Unfortunately, before I can come up with an answer my fears would get the best of me. I've learn my lesson. A long time ago I've opened up to my parents about my ambitions. But the only thing I've received from them is discouragement. To cease further bouts of depression, I would tell myself that my dreams are too glamorous for us to afford, not practical, as they say, so I should work as hard as I could to achieve them with my own money. Whatever it takes. No matter how long it would take me.

I tend to be furious about those people (in particular, my friends) who has all the talent to be successful but has no interest of using it or would just settle for stupid jobs that never amount to being extraordinary. It's not about the money, because it's not always about the cash. They should know better that the skills god bestowed upon them must be put to use, must be shared, rather than be hidden in the dark.

Blessed Day In-Between Turmoil

What a day I've had!

First of all, thank you to everyone who has helped me retrieve my medium-sized envelope(Containing: a Multi-Purpose Loan Check amounting to 9,000 pesos, belonging to my officemate;  Liaison Officer's ID; Two Company ID's; Received Copy of Multi-Purpose Loan Transmittal Slip; And a membership transfer form). I don't know their names but I do appreciate their kindness for assisting me in my desperate hour of need and for not throwing that useless-looking envelope in the garbage bin. The drivers, conductors, etc...at De la Costa Bus Lines in Pacita Complex. The janitress and security guard in Pag-IBIG fund Makati Branch, Building 4 or 5 (?). THANK YOUVERYMUCH!

Say What You Mean, Mean What You Say

If the both of you agreed to be friends after you've decided to end your relationship...mean it! Resist the urge to cross the line because if you can't do this how do you expect to start your life on the right track. There are some people who after breaking up promises to remain good friends to each other, and still holds on to one another as if they were still romantically involved.

Maybe they were hung-up on the version of that person who loved them so they can't quite moved on. Some were in fact, still expects their "ex" to render the same effort or level of commitment to them as if nothing wrong had happened or as if no heart's were broken.

Two friends of mine who broke up last 2006 used to date each other for five years and have suffered from an ill-fated story. Their relationship went sour and ended up in tears and pity party for saying harsh things without thinking and some series of infidelity. Though they loved each other even after they broke up they've decided not to resume it in a relationship, or so I thought. But little we know they were still acting like a couple.

I called her up one day to invite her for a summer swim and I found out that she have decided to put an end to everything between them, even their so-called friendship. (duh?) I could sense a strain in her voice, it was almost like she was going to cry. Since the bloke is my friend too, I took the liberty to hear his story. According to him, (thegirl) demanded a lot from him. His absence was viewed as his lack of interest to make their relationship work. Wait a minute, this confuses me, because first of all, I thought they've decided to stay friends, but only on that level and not as though they were crazy jilted lovers trying to get the feeling again.

What they're doing to each other is terribly wrong. Why? Because they've said it before that what they have between them is over and done and that they are better off as friends. Once they've decided to keep their friendship they should leave it at that and not extend it with benefits.

Believe me, if there is someone who wants them to be together again it would be me. I cried and moaned for their break-up like a child of divorce. And now they're going through it once more I've had enough. They should grow up and stop acting childish. Us, their friends, are also affected by their on-and-off antics.

(Thegirl) expects too much and wants him to be the man she loved and hopes to love. Meanwhile, (theboy) is unaware of her ideas and acts nonchalant about it like any normal guy-friend. Since they're no longer together as a couple and have come to a mutual decision to remain friends, he no longer felt responsible to please her.

She told me two years ago that his lack of effort contributes to her falling out of love from him. But if he can't get it right before, why now? If it didn't happen while they're together I don't see it happening any time soon.

As I've said a while ago, I want them to be together. But at this time it would be advisable for them to be friends again first before rushing into a more serious commitment. Their painful breakup is still fresh in their memories. I wouldn't wonder if they throw blame or pin point each other for mistakes when they're in the middle of a fight because they haven't really started on a clean slate yet. I want them be really happy. I want them to enjoy each other's company without thinking all the disasters they went through out of anger. Though it cause wreckage to their relationship I want them to be able to make fun of it someday.

TO WHATEVER HIGHER POWER THERE IS, PLEASE HELP THEM I BEG YOU!

Musica, et. al.

Music, in no specific genre, act as soundtrack to our lives. Ever since I could remember, my passion for making compilation albums begun as soon as I've learned how to record songs from a radio station to a cassette tape. Those compiled albums I've created seems to have that, "music as inspired by..." quality. Like a movie soundtrack or a Princess Diana tribute album. In various occasions a music I've heard before or from somewhere lately that relates to a particular life-experience or probably contributes to my mood between being uninspired to inspired could land a spot to my list. In fact, a friend of mine could attest to my obsession for making compilation albums since I always give her one for no particular reasons.

I must say, the vast output of songs available from the Internet from signed and unsigned artists has allowed me to stretch my palatable taste in music, and has made my collection as larger than ever. To make the best compilation album, whether by CD burning or the old-school-mixed-tape, one needs to have some massive resources. It's an absolute necessity next to musicality and sense of timing. Today, all it takes to acquire them is by right clicking your mouse, a media player, a CD burner, or mp3 player. AMAZING!

But since there are so many to choose from to the point of becoming inundated, it makes the accessibility of the Internet difficult to deal with sometimes. I mean, we just wanted it ALL! The desire to download everything can limit the free spaces available in your PC. And don't forget those virus too, they just flock everywhere, ready and waiting to destroy your hard drive, so be extra careful and watch out for the pop-outs popping out of the blue.

I know that life experiences triggers or motivates us for inspiration but I find it rather insufficient without the help of any relatable music, film, or literary piece. Especially when I'm writing, it just wouldn't do without them. Loving others as a human being in the image and likeness of god is mandatory, but love in a romantic sense is another. For me, love can be found everywhere and can be attain in everything around us not only in significant human relationships. Gee, I think I sounded like a script from 'Into the Wild', but never mind.

I guess I wrote those lines because I'm really at my happiest when my activities has to do with the arts. I couldn't care less if my love life is zero. Though I'm not closing any doors or burning bridges when it comes to that, I just want more than what romance can offer. I'm not going to say anything more further before I start sounding offensive to all the married women out there. It's better to keep my mouth shut or my hands-off from the keyboard than get myself into trouble again because of this subject.

Gotta close this entry now before I dazed your mind with my randomness.

A la prochaine!

Back at One...Page One

Two days ago, my computer was in pretty good shape. I know it was functioning when I shut it down last Saturday. But then again, as the old saying goes, "nothing last forever; everything changes and yadda yadda yadda."

My reaction? There was no twitching of the nerves involve, I didn't panic about it, but I felt nothing for a while. It didn't last long though. The realization that the chances of losing my entire work, both professionally and personally in oblivion has made me apathetic for a few minutes. I finally burst into tears while talking to a friend of mine on the other line.

I was never a drug-user, nor a drug prone kind of person in fact, I have a repugnance for taking medicines even as a child. There I was, lacking in sensitivity, a feeling shared similarly to that of a lithium junkie. But I must say, I didn't get any relief from crying or moaning in front of somebody, I thought it was rather mediocre and insincere. The only time I felt like doing it was when I'm alone in my room or in the toilet where nobody could stand witness to my weakness. Though I cried that afternoon it felt nothing to me - it was just like a phony show where I have to put on a face and pretend I was okay.

Honest to blog, I'm totally ruined by this experience. For five years I live and breathe writing those journal entries and scripts and have dedicated my entire life for the sake of my dreams of becoming a writer and yet, all of it had gone to waste in the blink of an eye. Despite of the hardwork I've rendered and the emotional upheavals I've suffered somebody or someone has decided to get in the way and crash my already wounded heart to stop me from going any further by destroying my hard file.