"Ang hirap intindihin ng taong ayaw mag-reach out sayo. Sobra sobra ba yung hinihingi ko? Gusto ko lang maintindihan sya. Sana tulungan nya naman ako. Wala naman ako sigurong hinihingi na di nya kaya ibigay.
"I know parang hindi totoo, pero wala naman akong agenda eh. Special ang attention na binibigay ko sa kanya kasi gusto ko yung ugali nya. Pero minsan parang hindi ko gusto. Ang hirap nya kasi ma-gets.
"Iniisip ko ngayon kung ganito rin kaya kahirap maki-relate kay J noon? Alam ko magkaiba sila, pero bakit si J na-gets ko? Bakit sya ngayon hindi ko ma-gets?
"Baka naman time lang ang kailangan. Time na hindi ko naman mahingi at hindi nya rin naman maibigay. Kung time ang kailangan, time ang hindi namin makukuha. Ang lungkot naman yata nun. Kasi ang dating parang walang chance na maging tight itong friendship na ito.
"Baka nafi-feel nya na kakaiba yung treatment ko sa kanya, at pakiramdam nya may gusto ako sa kanya. At para hindi ako mag-fall sa kanya ay iniiwasan nya ako this way. If so, then I guess hindi nga talaga worthwhile itong friendship na ito. At hindi ko nga talaga siguro sya friend.
"Sabi ni J dati, kung talagang friend ang turing sa akin ng isang tao, hindi sya mag-aasume ng anything negative about my actions. Dapat naiintindihan nya na lang yun. Pero feeling ko ngayon, sya, nami-misinterpret nya lahat na parang may gusto ako mangyari.
"Wala akong gustong mangyari. Gusto ko lang tanggapin nya yung friendship na binibigay ko sa kanya. Yun lang. Na sana, wag nya ako i-push away, kasi alam ko at kampante ako na kahit ganito ako, na parang hindi nya ako maipagmalakit na kaibigan nya, ibang klase akong kaibigan. At ako lang ang kaibigan nyang ganito. That is, kung makita nya lang sana yun.
"Pero hindi nya makita. Ayaw nya nga yata tingnan eh. The fact that hindi nya kayang i-open up yung sarili nya sa idea na I'm going the distance trying to make him feel special says a lot about how he sees me in his life.
"Palagay ko natatakot sya na mag-fall talaga ako sa kanya. I wish there's a way to tell him na hindi ako ganun, para hindi sya mag-pull away. But then again, maybe he's simply not worth it.
"I want him to be worthy, pero wala na sa kamay ko yun kung worthy sya or not. At kung hindi, sayang naman.
"Parang ang yabang pakinggan, pero alam ko ang self-worth ko. By this time, hindi na option ang low self-esteem. At hindi bababa ang tingin ko sa sarili ko dahil lang hindi ako ma-appreciate ng ibang tao.
"I don't feel bad na hindi nya ako kayang tanggapin. I feel bad for him kasi ayaw nyang ma-effort na tanggapin ako. I could have been the best friend he could ever have. Siguro lang mababa na talaga ang standards ng best ngayon."
Friday, August 10, 2007
Touchstone of Acceptance
A statement written in secret by an anonymous girl (I would assume). Originally printed in a Starbucks napkin. Too beautiful to be thrown away. It's a sad story of friendship and acceptance. I'm putting it here as it was written in the napkin: in tag-lish. (I just made up the title because there was no title in the original).
Ang lupit noh? ;p
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Big Splash!
I have quite a lot of things going on with me since I last wrote an entry for this blog, but I can't seem to get that urge/inspiration/drive to share it. That ends today. Remember that last entry? Scroll down and scan it if you don't. I said, "I just might make a big splash..."
Guess what... apparently, I DID!!!!
The final grade for that particular subject was released just this wednesday. It was very late, but that wasn't really surprising because this professor had a reputation of submitting grades at a very very VERY late time. In fact, we were all expecting to get our grades at the beginning of the next semester.
When a friend told me (through text message) that grades had already been released, I didn't know how to react. I was excited and worried at the same time. I had worked hard and prayed even harder just to pass, but I was scared that all that might not be enough, because I know that sometimes, we don't always get what we ask for.
When the lady in the Records Section told me my grade, I couldn't believe my ears. I had to ask her to repeat it. Even after that, I still couldn't believe it. I got an 84. This may not be that high to many people, but after what happened to me, all I was hoping for was to get a 75.
When I told my friends about this, one of them said that I was the exception to the rule. I asked her which rule... She explained: "Remember how the only people who ever flunked his (the professor's ) class are those who leave that room last? (Referring to the oral exam) You left the room last, but you ended up getting one of the higher grades."
I thought it over, and she was right. I kept telling them how surprised I was and they kept saying that I must have done a very good job with my finals. Now, I think, may be I really have.
I set a goal and it worked... I did it.
Now, I have a new set of goals... this could be a long shot... but I don't care. I'm reaching those goals and I'm sticking to my plans.
It's a brand new day! Brand new chance to do something better! It's going to be a tough road, but I don't think I have ever been this excited to work hard! I think this is going to be a good school year.
I really think that.
Guess what... apparently, I DID!!!!
The final grade for that particular subject was released just this wednesday. It was very late, but that wasn't really surprising because this professor had a reputation of submitting grades at a very very VERY late time. In fact, we were all expecting to get our grades at the beginning of the next semester.
When a friend told me (through text message) that grades had already been released, I didn't know how to react. I was excited and worried at the same time. I had worked hard and prayed even harder just to pass, but I was scared that all that might not be enough, because I know that sometimes, we don't always get what we ask for.
When the lady in the Records Section told me my grade, I couldn't believe my ears. I had to ask her to repeat it. Even after that, I still couldn't believe it. I got an 84. This may not be that high to many people, but after what happened to me, all I was hoping for was to get a 75.
When I told my friends about this, one of them said that I was the exception to the rule. I asked her which rule... She explained: "Remember how the only people who ever flunked his (the professor's ) class are those who leave that room last? (Referring to the oral exam) You left the room last, but you ended up getting one of the higher grades."
I thought it over, and she was right. I kept telling them how surprised I was and they kept saying that I must have done a very good job with my finals. Now, I think, may be I really have.
I set a goal and it worked... I did it.
Now, I have a new set of goals... this could be a long shot... but I don't care. I'm reaching those goals and I'm sticking to my plans.
It's a brand new day! Brand new chance to do something better! It's going to be a tough road, but I don't think I have ever been this excited to work hard! I think this is going to be a good school year.
I really think that.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Drawing Lots
After class had ended tonight, I have never felt so down in my law school life. Because it was almost 10pm, the halls are very bare. I liked the silence though. I always did. But it was a little different tonight. The silence made me feel really lonesome. And often, when it comes to matters of school, I never really felt that depressed.
Today was our oral exams in a subject called Evidence. Each student was asked to go up front and draw a number from a small Nokia cell phone box. The number is given to the professor; and he reads from his list a question that we should be able to answer. Whether or not the student is able to answer, s/he is told to draw another number from said box. If the student answers the first question satisfactorily, s/he needs only to answer the second question the same way to be able to end her/his turn; otherwise, the student is given another chance to draw another number so that s/he may redeem herself. For students who were not able to answer two questions, they were asked to go back to their seats and wait. I was one of the students who were not able to answer both questions and was asked to go back to my seat and wait.
There were fourteen of us left after the professor had told the others to leave the room. He began another round of that same process; and we were narrowed down to eight. And then, two. I could tell that our professor was tired and disappointed. And at that point, I don’t blame him. I was disappointed too. He insisted on continuing with that same process because the other student and myself were not getting any answers right at all. It was almost embarrassing. It was a good thing that the rest of the class were told to leave. Finally, I got a right answer. It was pathetic because the question was the easiest one in the book. I almost wanted to kill myself from embarrassment because I ended up in that situation. But, really, who was to blame? Only me.
I was the first to admit (and perhaps the only one) that I didn’t study. The professor asked why. I didn’t answer the question. Instead, I said that, “I didn’t study the way I should have.” Although it was not the correct response, it was the truth. I did study, but not in a way that I was expected of me to. I took that oral exam very lightly. Now that I think about it, I didn’t really know what I was thinking when I put off studying for it. I remember that one of my classmates made a comment about how I was very calm, whereas they were all panicking. This was about three or four days ago prior to this day. I told her I was worried too. What I didn’t tell her was that I didn’t give a damn.
I don’t know why, but I was never as worried about it as they were. Perhaps it was because I’m in this crisis where I am quite confused and uncertain about being in law school. For the past few weeks this thought of getting out of law school has been nagging me. I didn’t go to class. I didn’t study my lessons. I just stopped caring about whatever the consequences of my irresponsible actions will be. And then I figured that since I don’t know what to do, really, with my life, it would be stupid if I quit law school now. So, I have decided to stay. Stay as long as I can. Stay until all the life has been sucked out of me by this institution. It’s not very inspiring, I know; but this is the right thing to do. Being a lawyer may not be my real dream, but I’m on a road that is going somewhere. I think I’ll just wing this out until I find the right road that I really want to travel.
The thing is, after that episode in my life, after I have resolved what to do, I find myself facing the consequences of my actions. I am overwhelmed by the things that I have taken for granted. Now, I feel like I’m in a race for my life. I have to get back on track, I keep repeating in my head. And the perfect wake up call is the event that had transpired today.
The truth is, I’m not really one who is vying to be on top of the list. But I have never been this pathetic, I think, in school. I feel depressed at the thought that many of the students who were in the first batch to leave were no better than I am. Some of them used to be worse than me in other subjects, I remember. And yet, they were let out early and I was warned that in case of doubt, I will fail. It was unbelievable, but not really.
As I commuted home, I had some time to think things over. I wanted to wallow in my sorrow as a result of a very poor performance in class tonight, but I quickly realized that wallowing will not help me improve. I began to imagine myself getting a very good grade in my finals. So good that I completely redeemed myself: in my own satisfaction and in the eyes of my classmates and professor. Not that I want to gloat or anything like that. I want to be an inspiration to the students who are next in line for that class.
The thing is, dreaming big is not enough. It takes a lot of hard work for me to achieve that goal. I don’t know why, but instead of being inspired, suddenly I feel hopeless. I feel like no amount of studying is enough for me to pass this subject. I am so pathetic. How fast it was for the good things to pass. Not a moment too soon as I was having that fantasy and aspiration of making it in this class and being a model for future students, that a goblin of negative thoughts came rushing in and swallowing whatever hope I had left at the time.
I wanted to write this and be able to end with a moral to the story, but now, I don’t know what moral lessons I could give. Maybe because there are none. Maybe because the success story has yet to pass. Maybe because there will be no success story after all.
After everything, I only know one thing for sure: I won’t know if I could achieve something unless I try and work hard to get it. Who knows, I might actually make a big splash on the night of the final exam.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Time To Cut My Losses
Some people when they gamble, they get so hooked with the game that they often forget when to stop. Usually, this is because they have experienced substantial winnings in the course of it. However, some people are hooked not because they're winning; but rather, because they want to win.
For the past few weeks, I gambled and tried to make something out of nothing. The whole experience was making my heart pump and my blood rush. It was exhilerating, actually. The waiting wasn't even tiring... I was absolutely looking forward to whatever is coming. The whole time, I just wanted it to come. I wanted anything to come: good results, bad results... anything.
But in gambling, a person has to know when it is time to cut his losses. And for me, it is time. I have to stop.
I feel disappointed because nothing happened; I was neither accepted nor rejected. I came out of the experience completely safe; and I think that's horrible. I'd really rather be scarred when I walk of it than have nothing at all. But apparently, the universe, or whatever or whomever's hands are making things turn, decided that I can't be broken at this time. (Because I think I was destined to be broken for this particular endeavor).
The point is, I get the message. I guess I already knew it before, I was just too stubborn to take it in.
So, I did invite him in Friendster, right? He didn't accept. I don't think he even looked at my profile. The reason, of course, is unknown to me. But a couple of days of nothing made me realize that this is the end of the line. I should cut my losses and get out of the building (you know, figuratively speaking). So I cancelled the invite.
I just feel kind of sad because it was such an elaborate plan just to get to talk to him. I've never done anything so bold and forward in my life... and with this, I psyched myself up... I was ready... for anything. Still, the opportunity never came. But, you know, I'm sure there's a lot more to come. It was fun--this whole thing. But it's time to move on.
For the past few weeks, I gambled and tried to make something out of nothing. The whole experience was making my heart pump and my blood rush. It was exhilerating, actually. The waiting wasn't even tiring... I was absolutely looking forward to whatever is coming. The whole time, I just wanted it to come. I wanted anything to come: good results, bad results... anything.
But in gambling, a person has to know when it is time to cut his losses. And for me, it is time. I have to stop.
I feel disappointed because nothing happened; I was neither accepted nor rejected. I came out of the experience completely safe; and I think that's horrible. I'd really rather be scarred when I walk of it than have nothing at all. But apparently, the universe, or whatever or whomever's hands are making things turn, decided that I can't be broken at this time. (Because I think I was destined to be broken for this particular endeavor).
The point is, I get the message. I guess I already knew it before, I was just too stubborn to take it in.
So, I did invite him in Friendster, right? He didn't accept. I don't think he even looked at my profile. The reason, of course, is unknown to me. But a couple of days of nothing made me realize that this is the end of the line. I should cut my losses and get out of the building (you know, figuratively speaking). So I cancelled the invite.
I just feel kind of sad because it was such an elaborate plan just to get to talk to him. I've never done anything so bold and forward in my life... and with this, I psyched myself up... I was ready... for anything. Still, the opportunity never came. But, you know, I'm sure there's a lot more to come. It was fun--this whole thing. But it's time to move on.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Off The Cliff
After much pondering, questioning, doubting, and asking for advice, I finally did it. I took the plunge off the cliff. I simply jumped off without any regard whatsoever as to what the consequences would be.
I took my time to think about what to do, how to do it and how to react when the time comes--and I think it was pretty obvious from my recent entries here. I tried to look at all possibilities; as in ALL.
Just yesterday, I think, I began to think that he might be gay. Okay. Calm your senses. Let me explain why.
During our conversation, he shook my hand 3 times total. The thing is... all of them were weak. I mean, I expected him to give me a firm handshake, as I had experienced with guys before. In fact, I think I squeezed his hand quite hard, expecting that he would be doing the same thing to me. I was really quite surprised when he gave me that weak handshake. I really didn't see it coming. The second time he offered his hand, I figured that we could try again. So I gave him the same firm shake I earlier did; and he gave me that weak shake that he earlier did. The third time, I just gave up and held his hand.
Okay, now, I know it's a very shallow basis to think of someone as gay. But you know, there's always that possibility right? Even if he did give me a firm handshake, he could still be gay.
A good friend told me that even if things don't go the way I planned them to, in that we don't get to be together, I should keep in mind that because of what he said and how he said it... that I am attractive and very likeable. It's an ego-booster if everything else don't work out. And I figured that she's right... and I love the idea of it.
So, if it happens that he actually is gay... then the whole "I like you" line changes completely. I mean, it'll mean differently now. Because the whole time, I was thinking that it's something romantic, you know? And then if he's gay, then the romantic thing will inevitably crumble down.
Along with my ego...
And then, there's still that lingering thought that it was indeed a sweet gesture that he did, but it doesn't mean anything! It was just because he was being polite.
So anyway, after making myself go crazy and pre-occupied with this whole thing of wanting to find out if there could be something between us, I just went ahead and took my chance. After all, this could be my last shot to do this. I made a Friendster account... and I invited him--just tonight.
I know there's a bigger probability that things might get ugly and I'll get really hurt... but what's life if there aren't any hearts broken and tears flowing? What's life if there's no disappointment and devastation? What's life if there's no rejection and embarrassment? Why... that's not life at all.
I took my time to think about what to do, how to do it and how to react when the time comes--and I think it was pretty obvious from my recent entries here. I tried to look at all possibilities; as in ALL.
Just yesterday, I think, I began to think that he might be gay. Okay. Calm your senses. Let me explain why.
During our conversation, he shook my hand 3 times total. The thing is... all of them were weak. I mean, I expected him to give me a firm handshake, as I had experienced with guys before. In fact, I think I squeezed his hand quite hard, expecting that he would be doing the same thing to me. I was really quite surprised when he gave me that weak handshake. I really didn't see it coming. The second time he offered his hand, I figured that we could try again. So I gave him the same firm shake I earlier did; and he gave me that weak shake that he earlier did. The third time, I just gave up and held his hand.
Okay, now, I know it's a very shallow basis to think of someone as gay. But you know, there's always that possibility right? Even if he did give me a firm handshake, he could still be gay.
A good friend told me that even if things don't go the way I planned them to, in that we don't get to be together, I should keep in mind that because of what he said and how he said it... that I am attractive and very likeable. It's an ego-booster if everything else don't work out. And I figured that she's right... and I love the idea of it.
So, if it happens that he actually is gay... then the whole "I like you" line changes completely. I mean, it'll mean differently now. Because the whole time, I was thinking that it's something romantic, you know? And then if he's gay, then the romantic thing will inevitably crumble down.
Along with my ego...
And then, there's still that lingering thought that it was indeed a sweet gesture that he did, but it doesn't mean anything! It was just because he was being polite.
So anyway, after making myself go crazy and pre-occupied with this whole thing of wanting to find out if there could be something between us, I just went ahead and took my chance. After all, this could be my last shot to do this. I made a Friendster account... and I invited him--just tonight.
I know there's a bigger probability that things might get ugly and I'll get really hurt... but what's life if there aren't any hearts broken and tears flowing? What's life if there's no disappointment and devastation? What's life if there's no rejection and embarrassment? Why... that's not life at all.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Moment of Truth
Well, I'm right. He didn't accept my friend's invitation to be added as her friend in Friendster. It's kinda disappointing; which I really don't have any right to feel.
I know I shouldn't be expecting at all... and believe me, I'm trying so hard not to... but the truth is, I want things to be perfect--in that, he's thinking about me the way I'm thinking about him. And it really really sucks because from experience, the guys I like and the guys that I hope like me the same way, don't. And I really like this guy.
To my mind, it's totally insane. I mean, I don't know anything about him--and yet, I get this "thing" for him. It's ridiculous!
Now, I'm not completely clueless with regard to this whole thing. I know what to do... and I know how to handle it in case things don't go the way I really want it to. But come on, like I said in the description of this blog... "I'm human"; and I think it's normal for me to want good things to happen to me.
Here's something even more crazy...
Another friend of mine (not the one who tried to add the guy in her list of friends in friendster) suggested that I make my own friendster account and then I'll be the one to invite him. Okay... the thing is... I've never made a friendster account--ever! Even my very best friends weren't able to make me. At this point, the reason for that is not really that essential. What's important is my decision to make one right now just so I could try to find closure for this whole episode. I just need to know if he remembers me, right? If he saw my face, would he know me? If I invite him to be my friend, would he accept? Because if he does accept, then it could mean that he does remember me. If he does not accept, then he doesn't remember me (or even if he does remember me, he doesn't care). The illusion ends as easy as that... then maybe I could move on with my life.
I have a window of opportunity to get the answers I've been trying so hard to get. The question is, will I take advantage of it? Because when I come to think of it, maybe this is the only chance I'll ever have to know for sure. On the other hand... am I going too far with this? Should I throw in the towel? I mean, after all, I already did make an effort before... and that did not result to anything. Maybe that's the answer right there.
I know I shouldn't be expecting at all... and believe me, I'm trying so hard not to... but the truth is, I want things to be perfect--in that, he's thinking about me the way I'm thinking about him. And it really really sucks because from experience, the guys I like and the guys that I hope like me the same way, don't. And I really like this guy.
To my mind, it's totally insane. I mean, I don't know anything about him--and yet, I get this "thing" for him. It's ridiculous!
Now, I'm not completely clueless with regard to this whole thing. I know what to do... and I know how to handle it in case things don't go the way I really want it to. But come on, like I said in the description of this blog... "I'm human"; and I think it's normal for me to want good things to happen to me.
Here's something even more crazy...
Another friend of mine (not the one who tried to add the guy in her list of friends in friendster) suggested that I make my own friendster account and then I'll be the one to invite him. Okay... the thing is... I've never made a friendster account--ever! Even my very best friends weren't able to make me. At this point, the reason for that is not really that essential. What's important is my decision to make one right now just so I could try to find closure for this whole episode. I just need to know if he remembers me, right? If he saw my face, would he know me? If I invite him to be my friend, would he accept? Because if he does accept, then it could mean that he does remember me. If he does not accept, then he doesn't remember me (or even if he does remember me, he doesn't care). The illusion ends as easy as that... then maybe I could move on with my life.
I have a window of opportunity to get the answers I've been trying so hard to get. The question is, will I take advantage of it? Because when I come to think of it, maybe this is the only chance I'll ever have to know for sure. On the other hand... am I going too far with this? Should I throw in the towel? I mean, after all, I already did make an effort before... and that did not result to anything. Maybe that's the answer right there.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Untitled Part 2
I forgot to include in my last entry that the guy has all my contact information. And the thing is, I have always thought that if he did like me enough, he'd make the move. I mean, after all, there's not much stopping him. He has everything he needs. But, he never did call me... about anything.
So now, i guess maybe, what I had was nothing more than hollow assumptions, right?
Then again, it also is possible that he has that professional integrity not to use his position to contact some girl.
My God! I'm just getting so twisted in this whole thing.
A very good friend of mine tried to contact him by adding him to her friendster. I don't think he'll respond though. He seems to be a very private person. Enough that he doesn't even want outsiders messaging him.
This is getting really difficult. I'm beginning to think that this much effort is not even worth it. I know I have the backing of my best friends, and I'm so glad. But I'm just scared that I'm wasting their time with this.
I think I'm getting obsessed over nothing. Parang di ko na kaya rin eh... Ewan ko ba, pinanghihinaan ako ng loob.
So now, i guess maybe, what I had was nothing more than hollow assumptions, right?
Then again, it also is possible that he has that professional integrity not to use his position to contact some girl.
My God! I'm just getting so twisted in this whole thing.
A very good friend of mine tried to contact him by adding him to her friendster. I don't think he'll respond though. He seems to be a very private person. Enough that he doesn't even want outsiders messaging him.
This is getting really difficult. I'm beginning to think that this much effort is not even worth it. I know I have the backing of my best friends, and I'm so glad. But I'm just scared that I'm wasting their time with this.
I think I'm getting obsessed over nothing. Parang di ko na kaya rin eh... Ewan ko ba, pinanghihinaan ako ng loob.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Untitled
Dammit... I can't even think of a clever title for this particular entry.
So anyway, I felt like writing something about someone. Someone that I know practically nothing about. In fact, I just recently found out his last name. Damn, I've been obsessing about him for a month and all I knew was his nickname. I still don't know his real first name. Sigh. Oh yeah, just today, I found out his age. I tell you, this is one of the saddest things I could think of. What's even more lame is that I have his face in another window (which by the way is his Friendster pic--and I'm not even a patron of that community!). Yeah, his picture is just there. I've gone crazy, I bet.
You know, the first time I saw him (which is the only real time that I talked to him--and we were talking because it was his job to talk to me, you get the idea?), I never really cared for him. I didn't even find him attractive. Although, I have to admit, his voice made me swoon! Holy crap! I've never heard such deep and beautiful tone before. I loved it! Had I had the chance to record it, I really honestly would've... and maybe listen to it every night. Okay, that's kind of twisted. Maybe not EVERY night. Sometimes I'll listen to it in the morning. (Oh dear God, I've really gone crazy.)
But seriously though, I know this is just a crush. I know that, because I don't know him at all. He might get sudden urges of murderous rampage for all I know. Or he might not even be interested in women... what more in me. My brain is telling me that this'll all pass... like every seemingly unsurpassable "heart-related" events in my life. It's telling me that I'll let this go the same way I let go of 18, Laser, and every other crush I've ever had before (even my past big crush--yep, that animated guy who used to make really loud sound effects in the "LRT" who is now supposedly one of the US Marines). I used to waste my time thinking about those guys and how much I wanted to be with them; but eventually, I wised up and stopped dreaming. So I know this "feeling" will end the same way the others ended.
The thing is... what if... well, what if he's not just suppose to pass me by? What if this could really turn into something? I know other people who know me and who has seen me lately will think that I don't have the right to think of such--what with my whale-like appearance and all that. But that's just it. That's why I can't stop thinking of this guy--because I know that he's looking past that particular imperfection I have, something that not many guys are capable of (the same way not many girls are capable of).
During my only time of conversation with this guy, he said he liked me. Really, he just blurted it out. And at the time, I felt like it wasn't even about anything else. I mean, I felt like he said he liked me for me. Not me for this or that. Ok, I know that didn't make sense. But you have to understand that I can't expound any more than that; otherwise, everyone would know who he is--well, maybe not EVERYONE. But, just as well, I'm trying to protect something here--to be exact, me and him.
As I was saying, he said he liked me; that I'm some sort of a proof or testament as to why he likes "chubby" girls. Ok, now, I know he was being kind, because, really, I'm beyond chubby! But I just think that it was such a nice thing to say. If anything, it was really sweet. Other people might find that weird or perverse, but that's only because other people are idiotic and shallow.
It never really sunk in at the time. But when I got to the elevator right after that conversation, it felt like a ray of light descended upon me and a chorale of angels began to sing a song of awakening. By then, however, it was too late. I never had the chance to talk to him again. In fact, I could count in one hand the number of times I saw him after that. God knows that I tried so hard for us to meet again... To tell you the truth, I even gathered whatever strength I had and planned to ask him out (well, not just the two of us; with me and my girl friends). You know, I was already there. I was ready. At the time, it felt like nothing could stop me. But lo and behold, the hands of fate moved and stopped whatever I had planned to happen. The day that I was supposed to finally get the chance to talk to him again, the lady guard stationed in that office said that he went home early. Ergo, I was too late.
My friends encouraged me and told me that we'll try again tomorrow. Tomorrow came... I was excited and ready. Again, I was pulled to a screeching stop. The guard on duty (male this time) told me that he has yet to come in. I even asked if he was on leave because the day before, the lady guard told me that he went home early. Here's the best part... the guard on duty said that he didn't leave early; and that infact, he left just hours ago... at 4am.
Can you imagine how devastated I was? I think my jaw dropped slightly due to disbelief. The ray of light was sucked back into the heavens and was immediately replaced with dark clouds; and the chorale of angels backed up and was overpowered by a morose tune of the violin. If destiny and fate were playing a trick on me, they sure got me. And they got me good.
What are the odds of that? Sure, it was the lady guard's fault for giving me false information. Yeah, I could blame her because I wasn't able to get that chance. But the truth is, it's no one's fault. I kind of believe that it was simply how it was supposed to be. I went back the next morning thinking that the first try didn't work out well because I was being tested for my perseverance and courage. But after that second one... I could only assume that a higher power is telling me to simply stop. Stop trying to see him. Stop trying to talk to him. Maybe it's telling me to stop trying to think of him... that he became part of my life to do just one thing--that is, in connection with our one and only conversation--nothing more.
Then again, maybe I'm not being told to stop; rather, I'm being told to wait. Wait for the right time, for the right moment. Hence, another test of patience.
But I was given another angle to look at. What if it still is a continiung test of my perseverance. What if the third time's a charmer? What if the answer and my peace of mind could be obtained if I do one last go? Because, I'm not even expecting that we end up being together. Sure, I hope for it; but it's not something that I'm aiming for. Whatever it is that should happen will happen. And if I will be dismissed, at least I'll find closure.
Now, if you exploit your Yahoo! account as much as I do and take advantage of every free service they offer, then you'd know that Yahoo! provides its users with free Horoscopes. According to my "Weekly Romance," Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday are all about me; that I should wake up on the right side of the bed and work my magic. It said that I'm good with words and that I should use that to set matters of the heart afire. Alright, normally, I don't care for Astrology; but because of my deep confusion, I've resorted to actually considering its advice. Of course, I'm still quite wary.
You know what... let's just wait and see...
So anyway, I felt like writing something about someone. Someone that I know practically nothing about. In fact, I just recently found out his last name. Damn, I've been obsessing about him for a month and all I knew was his nickname. I still don't know his real first name. Sigh. Oh yeah, just today, I found out his age. I tell you, this is one of the saddest things I could think of. What's even more lame is that I have his face in another window (which by the way is his Friendster pic--and I'm not even a patron of that community!). Yeah, his picture is just there. I've gone crazy, I bet.
You know, the first time I saw him (which is the only real time that I talked to him--and we were talking because it was his job to talk to me, you get the idea?), I never really cared for him. I didn't even find him attractive. Although, I have to admit, his voice made me swoon! Holy crap! I've never heard such deep and beautiful tone before. I loved it! Had I had the chance to record it, I really honestly would've... and maybe listen to it every night. Okay, that's kind of twisted. Maybe not EVERY night. Sometimes I'll listen to it in the morning. (Oh dear God, I've really gone crazy.)
But seriously though, I know this is just a crush. I know that, because I don't know him at all. He might get sudden urges of murderous rampage for all I know. Or he might not even be interested in women... what more in me. My brain is telling me that this'll all pass... like every seemingly unsurpassable "heart-related" events in my life. It's telling me that I'll let this go the same way I let go of 18, Laser, and every other crush I've ever had before (even my past big crush--yep, that animated guy who used to make really loud sound effects in the "LRT" who is now supposedly one of the US Marines). I used to waste my time thinking about those guys and how much I wanted to be with them; but eventually, I wised up and stopped dreaming. So I know this "feeling" will end the same way the others ended.
The thing is... what if... well, what if he's not just suppose to pass me by? What if this could really turn into something? I know other people who know me and who has seen me lately will think that I don't have the right to think of such--what with my whale-like appearance and all that. But that's just it. That's why I can't stop thinking of this guy--because I know that he's looking past that particular imperfection I have, something that not many guys are capable of (the same way not many girls are capable of).
During my only time of conversation with this guy, he said he liked me. Really, he just blurted it out. And at the time, I felt like it wasn't even about anything else. I mean, I felt like he said he liked me for me. Not me for this or that. Ok, I know that didn't make sense. But you have to understand that I can't expound any more than that; otherwise, everyone would know who he is--well, maybe not EVERYONE. But, just as well, I'm trying to protect something here--to be exact, me and him.
As I was saying, he said he liked me; that I'm some sort of a proof or testament as to why he likes "chubby" girls. Ok, now, I know he was being kind, because, really, I'm beyond chubby! But I just think that it was such a nice thing to say. If anything, it was really sweet. Other people might find that weird or perverse, but that's only because other people are idiotic and shallow.
It never really sunk in at the time. But when I got to the elevator right after that conversation, it felt like a ray of light descended upon me and a chorale of angels began to sing a song of awakening. By then, however, it was too late. I never had the chance to talk to him again. In fact, I could count in one hand the number of times I saw him after that. God knows that I tried so hard for us to meet again... To tell you the truth, I even gathered whatever strength I had and planned to ask him out (well, not just the two of us; with me and my girl friends). You know, I was already there. I was ready. At the time, it felt like nothing could stop me. But lo and behold, the hands of fate moved and stopped whatever I had planned to happen. The day that I was supposed to finally get the chance to talk to him again, the lady guard stationed in that office said that he went home early. Ergo, I was too late.
My friends encouraged me and told me that we'll try again tomorrow. Tomorrow came... I was excited and ready. Again, I was pulled to a screeching stop. The guard on duty (male this time) told me that he has yet to come in. I even asked if he was on leave because the day before, the lady guard told me that he went home early. Here's the best part... the guard on duty said that he didn't leave early; and that infact, he left just hours ago... at 4am.
Can you imagine how devastated I was? I think my jaw dropped slightly due to disbelief. The ray of light was sucked back into the heavens and was immediately replaced with dark clouds; and the chorale of angels backed up and was overpowered by a morose tune of the violin. If destiny and fate were playing a trick on me, they sure got me. And they got me good.
What are the odds of that? Sure, it was the lady guard's fault for giving me false information. Yeah, I could blame her because I wasn't able to get that chance. But the truth is, it's no one's fault. I kind of believe that it was simply how it was supposed to be. I went back the next morning thinking that the first try didn't work out well because I was being tested for my perseverance and courage. But after that second one... I could only assume that a higher power is telling me to simply stop. Stop trying to see him. Stop trying to talk to him. Maybe it's telling me to stop trying to think of him... that he became part of my life to do just one thing--that is, in connection with our one and only conversation--nothing more.
Then again, maybe I'm not being told to stop; rather, I'm being told to wait. Wait for the right time, for the right moment. Hence, another test of patience.
But I was given another angle to look at. What if it still is a continiung test of my perseverance. What if the third time's a charmer? What if the answer and my peace of mind could be obtained if I do one last go? Because, I'm not even expecting that we end up being together. Sure, I hope for it; but it's not something that I'm aiming for. Whatever it is that should happen will happen. And if I will be dismissed, at least I'll find closure.
Now, if you exploit your Yahoo! account as much as I do and take advantage of every free service they offer, then you'd know that Yahoo! provides its users with free Horoscopes. According to my "Weekly Romance," Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday are all about me; that I should wake up on the right side of the bed and work my magic. It said that I'm good with words and that I should use that to set matters of the heart afire. Alright, normally, I don't care for Astrology; but because of my deep confusion, I've resorted to actually considering its advice. Of course, I'm still quite wary.
You know what... let's just wait and see...
Friday, December 22, 2006
Why Ask?
I think more often than not, we encounter questions that are difficult to answer; not because they're too academic or there is a requirement of expertise on the subject matter, but because we simply don't know how to answer them.
That's kind of vague...
All right, let me put it this way...
When a student fails a subject and is confronted by his parents about it, the usual question asked is, "Why did you fail?" or "How could you fail?"
The student is most likely to become dumbfounded by the question... he will not know exactly how to answer it. He can't simply say, "Because I didn't study," eventhough that's what the parents are already thinking anyway.
Do you get where I'm coming off here?
Sometimes certain questions need not be asked. Because in particular circumstances, asking a certain question might be a stupid thing to do... maybe because they are not only hurtful, but they also become annoying.
With that, let me just say that I am fat. Yeah... huge as a whale. A lot of people constantly comment on that... maybe because that's the very first thing they notice about me. I don't blame them though, it's kinda hard to miss. =)
What I don't get... and what annoys me to the bones... is when people ask, "Why are you fat?" or "How did you get this fat?"
Hmmm... let me think... oh yeah... I FRIGGIN' EAT A LOT, BITCH! I mean, you're intelligent enough to even have an audience with me, and still, you can't figure that out on your own? Seriously, how dumb is that question?
I'm sorry, but this is upsetting for me. I'm not annoyed at friends making jokes about me being fat, because I really don't mind it. I make fun of me all the time. What gets on my nerves is these idiotic queries that I don't even know how to answer straight. What do they want me to say?
"Oh, well, first, I ate a bag of potato chips dipped in cheese and re-fried in high cholesterol cooking oil..."
Should I chronicle every single bite of food I take to enable me to give a straight forward answer?
More importantly, why ask these kinds of questions? There's is no straight answer to "Why are you fat?"; why push it?
You know what's sad though? My relatives and some of my friends do this to me a lot. Maybe I should point them to the direction where people are trained to know about the feelings of others... they might just pick up empathy and realize how much they have hurt me... and hurt me deeply. Because they should be on my side, right?
And if you think you are one of them who ask these kinds of questions, I hope you know how insensitive and stupid you were. And if these things happen again... I'm sorry, but I can be impolite too if pushed to my limits.
And for our final word tonight...
Tactlessness is controllable... it is not an involuntary reflex or personality.
That's kind of vague...
All right, let me put it this way...
When a student fails a subject and is confronted by his parents about it, the usual question asked is, "Why did you fail?" or "How could you fail?"
The student is most likely to become dumbfounded by the question... he will not know exactly how to answer it. He can't simply say, "Because I didn't study," eventhough that's what the parents are already thinking anyway.
Do you get where I'm coming off here?
Sometimes certain questions need not be asked. Because in particular circumstances, asking a certain question might be a stupid thing to do... maybe because they are not only hurtful, but they also become annoying.
With that, let me just say that I am fat. Yeah... huge as a whale. A lot of people constantly comment on that... maybe because that's the very first thing they notice about me. I don't blame them though, it's kinda hard to miss. =)
What I don't get... and what annoys me to the bones... is when people ask, "Why are you fat?" or "How did you get this fat?"
Hmmm... let me think... oh yeah... I FRIGGIN' EAT A LOT, BITCH! I mean, you're intelligent enough to even have an audience with me, and still, you can't figure that out on your own? Seriously, how dumb is that question?
I'm sorry, but this is upsetting for me. I'm not annoyed at friends making jokes about me being fat, because I really don't mind it. I make fun of me all the time. What gets on my nerves is these idiotic queries that I don't even know how to answer straight. What do they want me to say?
"Oh, well, first, I ate a bag of potato chips dipped in cheese and re-fried in high cholesterol cooking oil..."
Should I chronicle every single bite of food I take to enable me to give a straight forward answer?
More importantly, why ask these kinds of questions? There's is no straight answer to "Why are you fat?"; why push it?
You know what's sad though? My relatives and some of my friends do this to me a lot. Maybe I should point them to the direction where people are trained to know about the feelings of others... they might just pick up empathy and realize how much they have hurt me... and hurt me deeply. Because they should be on my side, right?
And if you think you are one of them who ask these kinds of questions, I hope you know how insensitive and stupid you were. And if these things happen again... I'm sorry, but I can be impolite too if pushed to my limits.
And for our final word tonight...
Tactlessness is controllable... it is not an involuntary reflex or personality.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Please Support Light A Million Candles
The innocent victims of Internet child abuse cannot speak for themselves.
But you can.
With your help, we can eradicate this evil trade.
We do not need your money.
We need you to light a candle of support <http://www.lightamillioncandles.com>.
We're aiming to light at least One Million Candles by December 31, 2006.
This petition will be used to encourage governments, politicians, financial institutions, payment organisations, Internet service providers, technology companies and law enforcement agencies to eradicate the commercial viability of online child abuse.
They have the power to work together. You have the power to get them to take action.
Please light your candle at lightamillioncandles.com <http://www.lightamillioncandles.com> or send an email of support to light@lightamillioncandles.com.
Together, we can destroy the commercial viability of Internet child abuse sites that are destroying the lives of innocent children.
Kindly forward this message to your friends, relatives and work colleagues so that they can light a candle too.
But you can.
With your help, we can eradicate this evil trade.
We do not need your money.
We need you to light a candle of support <http://www.lightamillioncandles.com>.
We're aiming to light at least One Million Candles by December 31, 2006.
This petition will be used to encourage governments, politicians, financial institutions, payment organisations, Internet service providers, technology companies and law enforcement agencies to eradicate the commercial viability of online child abuse.
They have the power to work together. You have the power to get them to take action.
Please light your candle at lightamillioncandles.com <http://www.lightamillioncandles.com> or send an email of support to light@lightamillioncandles.com.
Together, we can destroy the commercial viability of Internet child abuse sites that are destroying the lives of innocent children.
Kindly forward this message to your friends, relatives and work colleagues so that they can light a candle too.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Anonymity
is such a great thing, don't you think?
You can actually get to know what makes a person tick without having him/her know who the hell you are.
I find it most funny, however, when people ask you who you are when you piss them off. I mean, they are so upset and red with fury because of the things you say or do that they can't help but ask, "if you're brave, tell me who you really are." *insert hysterical laughter*
Why? In the first place, why even ask? Secondly, you actually allowed a complete stranger get to you? That's just sad. People get so upset easily. They can't accept the truth, and they will hate you when you lie to them. Human beings are indeed one of the complexities of nature.
Let me tell you something, when you open yourself to criticism... such as when you speak your mind... keep it cool. Don't ask who read your shit; just be thankful that somebody actually wasted time on your crap. Not many people are that lucky.
Hell, I've been waiting for people to comment and shit on the stuff I write here and there barely ever was a comment in these blogs. If people tell me to fuck off, I'd take it. At least, I'm content with the fact that I actually got that bloke's interest.
You can actually get to know what makes a person tick without having him/her know who the hell you are.
I find it most funny, however, when people ask you who you are when you piss them off. I mean, they are so upset and red with fury because of the things you say or do that they can't help but ask, "if you're brave, tell me who you really are." *insert hysterical laughter*
Why? In the first place, why even ask? Secondly, you actually allowed a complete stranger get to you? That's just sad. People get so upset easily. They can't accept the truth, and they will hate you when you lie to them. Human beings are indeed one of the complexities of nature.
Let me tell you something, when you open yourself to criticism... such as when you speak your mind... keep it cool. Don't ask who read your shit; just be thankful that somebody actually wasted time on your crap. Not many people are that lucky.
Hell, I've been waiting for people to comment and shit on the stuff I write here and there barely ever was a comment in these blogs. If people tell me to fuck off, I'd take it. At least, I'm content with the fact that I actually got that bloke's interest.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Sign The Petition (Guimaras Oil Spill)
On August 11, 2006, a vessel contracted by Petron sank in the Guimaras area. The vessel was carrying 528,000+ gallons in 10 tanks equivalent to 2 million liters. It continues to spread from the Panay Gulf towards Guimaras Strait; in fact, it has now reached several cities in Negros Occidental.Here is a photo showing the extent of the oil spill's damage.
Now, I bid you to sign a couple of petitions: one addressed to Petron, another to the President and the Congress and a third which is actually a way to contact the president through the government's website.
Please take time to do this. It is a simple act that you, whoever you are and whatever you do, could contribute to the saving of our natural resources. This is our sea, our land, our life. We are all responsible for every habitat that is destroyed and for every species that goes extinct.
Visit http://www.saveguimaras.com/blog/?page_id=78 today.
Do we really want our waters and shorelines to stay like this...?
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Billy Gilman - Oklahoma
This was sung by a young kid (who is a young man now). The story is really touching.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Loathe and Disdain For Greer
Germaine Greer is a feminists--to the extreme. Her hate for men seems beyond the heavens. More importantly, she is one of the few (if none) who criticizes Steve Irwin. Today, I read an article she wrote about his death.
I'm sorry, but to my mind, this bitch is heartless and utterly cruel. I mean, the man is dead for crying out loud! If you can't say nice stuff about him, then shut your shit loaded mouth up!
In her article, she wrote: "The animal world has finally taken its revenge on Irwin, but probably not before a whole generation of kids in shorts seven sizes too small has learned to shout in the ears of animals with hearing 10 times more acute than theirs, determined to become millionaire animal-loving zoo-owners in their turn."
Read the entire article if you must.
I'm sorry, but to my mind, this bitch is heartless and utterly cruel. I mean, the man is dead for crying out loud! If you can't say nice stuff about him, then shut your shit loaded mouth up!
In her article, she wrote: "The animal world has finally taken its revenge on Irwin, but probably not before a whole generation of kids in shorts seven sizes too small has learned to shout in the ears of animals with hearing 10 times more acute than theirs, determined to become millionaire animal-loving zoo-owners in their turn."
Read the entire article if you must.
Friday, September 08, 2006
We'll Miss You Crocodile Hunter!
One of the world's most beloved personalities and wildlife conservationist, Steve Irwin, has died in a freak accident involving a docile creature that is the stingray. He was filming underwater for a documentary when he got too close to the stingray and its tail suddenly pierced through his chest. It was reported that Steve had the occasion to pull the stingray's tail out of his heart in an attempt to stay alive. However, the poisonous barb had already taken its toll and a few minutes after, Steve lost his life.
I love Steve Irwin. Everyday, before I head on out to work, I would watch his show, Crocodile Hunter, in Animal Planet. Many people who have had the chance to meet him personally said that his quirky and full-of-life projection on camera is not lessened when he is off camera. He loved life. He loved animals. He loved his friends. He loved his family. He was a good man, and a big loss to the human race.
May we all be lucky enough to achieve half of what he has achieved in the short time he's been here on Earth.
I found this video in YouTube.com. And of the numerous tributes there, this for me is the best, that's why I'm showing this here.
I love Steve Irwin. Everyday, before I head on out to work, I would watch his show, Crocodile Hunter, in Animal Planet. Many people who have had the chance to meet him personally said that his quirky and full-of-life projection on camera is not lessened when he is off camera. He loved life. He loved animals. He loved his friends. He loved his family. He was a good man, and a big loss to the human race.
May we all be lucky enough to achieve half of what he has achieved in the short time he's been here on Earth.
I found this video in YouTube.com. And of the numerous tributes there, this for me is the best, that's why I'm showing this here.
Rest In Peace
Stephen Robert Irwin
February 22, 1962-September 4, 2006
Thursday, August 10, 2006
In the Name of the Father
Why do people use God's Name to persecute others? Does this make them feel better? Do they believe that it makes it alright to do so?
I find it weird how some people, even an entire race, could go and kill other people in the Name of God. I don't know about how they look at the god they praise; but for me, my God would not allow that. My God will not tell me to hurt others. I know my God the way Jesus introduced Him to me--a loving and forgiving God who'd want me to love other people, even if they hurt me.
I don't pretend to impose my own beliefs on others. This is just me. My view. My faith.
To all those who have lost their ways, I pray that they may be enlightened.
And if it is I who lost my way, I pray that God shows me the truth.
I find it weird how some people, even an entire race, could go and kill other people in the Name of God. I don't know about how they look at the god they praise; but for me, my God would not allow that. My God will not tell me to hurt others. I know my God the way Jesus introduced Him to me--a loving and forgiving God who'd want me to love other people, even if they hurt me.
I don't pretend to impose my own beliefs on others. This is just me. My view. My faith.
To all those who have lost their ways, I pray that they may be enlightened.
And if it is I who lost my way, I pray that God shows me the truth.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
My Realization When Watching A Movie
Last night, I was at Waltermart Makati watching the last full show of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest with my mom. This piece, however, is not about the movie (for what it's worth, though, I loved it).
My realization is that sometimes you HAVE to choose the theater where you're going to watch a movie. I never really thought about this before. It never really mattered. Well, let me qualify. It mattered when I didn't have too much money, so I have to watch in a cheaper theater. What is cheap is, of course, relative, but to my mind the following theaters are the least costly (where I had the pleasure of watching, I mean. There could be others that are even cheaper.): Robinson's Movie World (Galleria and Manila), SM Cinemas (all except in The Mall of Asia), Glorietta I and Waltermart Makati Cinemas.
These are really not bad theaters to watch in, except for some that have disgustingly sticky floors. But what I'm getting at is not just the place... what's even more important is the crowd.
I'm not one to discriminate. This is not in my nature (and I'm not trying to be proud here). But I take watching films as serious entertainment. It seems oxymoronic, I know. After all, entertainment is supposed to be fun and wacky. What I simply mean is that, when I watch movies I want to be entertained to the full extent that the movie can provide.
Take for instance, I absolutely hate people who talk during the length the movie. A little conversation with your company is fine; but dear Lord, stop trying to be interactive with the film the entire time! What's worse is people who tell the story of the film while watching. For crying out loud, if you can't shut up, rent the damn video and watch it on your own!
More often than not, I really don't mind. But a person can't be passive forever; especially when that person has been waiting for so long to be free enough from any kind of obligations to get a chance to watch a film that s/he has been waiting to watch in the theater.
Now, as I was saying, one has to choose the theater one is going to watch in. It would ultimately depend on the mood of the person and the movie to be watched.
Let me give you an example that actually happened. The Pirates film was really funny and I had so much fun watching it. But I didn't get that ultimate enjoyment that the film could offer. This is because I didn't get to openly laugh when I wanted to. There were funny scenes that the people around me didn't seem to understand. There was even a time during the movie when I laughed and realized that I was only one laughing. It was so weird because they didn't get what was so damn funny. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm kind of sorry for them.
The point is, sometimes I get embarrassed and keep the laughter under my breath. You might be thinking that I shouldn't care what people will think or say about me laughing hysterically when they aren't. The thing is, I do care. And you should too. It's a public establishment and we should all be sensitive to the other people watching. In fact, this is a universal rule.
We should be sensitive to how people will think or feel when we're in public. I don't think it's a correct notion to say, "wala naman akong ginagawang masama sa kanila." Physically, maybe, but the torment that you bring because you annoy and you scandalize is simply a case of harrassment.
So basically, I have realized that when I am going to watch a comedy in the english laguage, I should probably just reserve a seat in Glorietta or Greenbelt. The people who go to these theaters think in the same wavelength as I do (not tryng to be high and mighty here.). By watching with them, I get to appreciate the movie even more. Forget the price of the ticket. The important thing is, I get to have fun.
I remember, a teacher in college said that there's a different experience when watching a movie in a theater than when watching a movie at home. Inside the theater, every person watching is not a stranger. For an hour or two, all of you become acquaintances, connected together by that one film you are watching. It didn't matter whether you are poor or rich, ugly or beautiful, locals or foreigners; what mattered is that you are all bound by one experience. And with just that short moment, we may not know it, but they have already been embedded in our lives.
My realization is that sometimes you HAVE to choose the theater where you're going to watch a movie. I never really thought about this before. It never really mattered. Well, let me qualify. It mattered when I didn't have too much money, so I have to watch in a cheaper theater. What is cheap is, of course, relative, but to my mind the following theaters are the least costly (where I had the pleasure of watching, I mean. There could be others that are even cheaper.): Robinson's Movie World (Galleria and Manila), SM Cinemas (all except in The Mall of Asia), Glorietta I and Waltermart Makati Cinemas.
These are really not bad theaters to watch in, except for some that have disgustingly sticky floors. But what I'm getting at is not just the place... what's even more important is the crowd.
I'm not one to discriminate. This is not in my nature (and I'm not trying to be proud here). But I take watching films as serious entertainment. It seems oxymoronic, I know. After all, entertainment is supposed to be fun and wacky. What I simply mean is that, when I watch movies I want to be entertained to the full extent that the movie can provide.
Take for instance, I absolutely hate people who talk during the length the movie. A little conversation with your company is fine; but dear Lord, stop trying to be interactive with the film the entire time! What's worse is people who tell the story of the film while watching. For crying out loud, if you can't shut up, rent the damn video and watch it on your own!
More often than not, I really don't mind. But a person can't be passive forever; especially when that person has been waiting for so long to be free enough from any kind of obligations to get a chance to watch a film that s/he has been waiting to watch in the theater.
Now, as I was saying, one has to choose the theater one is going to watch in. It would ultimately depend on the mood of the person and the movie to be watched.
Let me give you an example that actually happened. The Pirates film was really funny and I had so much fun watching it. But I didn't get that ultimate enjoyment that the film could offer. This is because I didn't get to openly laugh when I wanted to. There were funny scenes that the people around me didn't seem to understand. There was even a time during the movie when I laughed and realized that I was only one laughing. It was so weird because they didn't get what was so damn funny. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm kind of sorry for them.
The point is, sometimes I get embarrassed and keep the laughter under my breath. You might be thinking that I shouldn't care what people will think or say about me laughing hysterically when they aren't. The thing is, I do care. And you should too. It's a public establishment and we should all be sensitive to the other people watching. In fact, this is a universal rule.
We should be sensitive to how people will think or feel when we're in public. I don't think it's a correct notion to say, "wala naman akong ginagawang masama sa kanila." Physically, maybe, but the torment that you bring because you annoy and you scandalize is simply a case of harrassment.
So basically, I have realized that when I am going to watch a comedy in the english laguage, I should probably just reserve a seat in Glorietta or Greenbelt. The people who go to these theaters think in the same wavelength as I do (not tryng to be high and mighty here.). By watching with them, I get to appreciate the movie even more. Forget the price of the ticket. The important thing is, I get to have fun.
I remember, a teacher in college said that there's a different experience when watching a movie in a theater than when watching a movie at home. Inside the theater, every person watching is not a stranger. For an hour or two, all of you become acquaintances, connected together by that one film you are watching. It didn't matter whether you are poor or rich, ugly or beautiful, locals or foreigners; what mattered is that you are all bound by one experience. And with just that short moment, we may not know it, but they have already been embedded in our lives.
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