The title says it all. I’m listening to Lucius’ “Don’t Just Sit There” and ugh, it just makes me feel…things. You know, the kind of things you don’t really feel or even think about but this song just unearths it like some mad archaeologist in the deepest, darkest burial grounds in my brain.
What did it unearth? A question. It unearthed a question and that question is: Will I ever find love again?
It happened two weeks ago.
Helena my, for lack of a better word, “girlfriend” asked if we could meet today at lunch time in her favorite cafe in the metro. This was weird. Really weird. She often made me decide where to go, where to eat, and where we could sleep. Her suggesting a place meant something was up. Still, she was so carefree it annoyed me.
Helena was of Russian-Japanese descent, green, almond shaped eyes, thick brown eyebrows, luscious lips, ash blonde hair, around 5’9″ tall, and won the genetic lottery when it came to her hourglass figure and size-D breasts. It wasn’t just her beauty that made me garner an interest, though. She happens to be an MIT graduate who took up a degree with focus on Brain and Cognitive Science. So no, she’s not exactly a dumb blonde.
I met her last June 2015 in Coron, Palawan. She was there with her team of models and crew for a beach photoshoot and a local form of luau. I went there, by myself, because none of my friends took me seriously when I told them I’ll be booking flights to Palawan six months back.
To keep it short, she knocked violently on my room at 3:00 AM thinking it was her and her room mates’. She was obviously drunk with her face all red like a tomato’s and her body looking like it got a serious case of the rashes (she was in a red two-piece swimsuit) and screamed at my face, telling me this was her room and if I didn’t let her in she’d sue me for millions.
“Millions! I tell you! MILLIONS!” were her exact words. She had that Russian-English dialect going on with her. A bit thick and deep but clear. She pronounced them loud enough for you to hear them echo across the long expanse of the hotel’s corridors.
I didn’t want to make a scene so I just grabbed her. I checked if anyone saw us and when the coast was clear, I shut the door, locked it, and confronted the beautiful lady who just screamed at me. (more…)
I picked this book up because I saw the multiple awards it garnered on the cover. I had absolutely no idea whether this book had good reviews on websites like GoodReads. I also didn’t know what the story was about save for the synopsis. Lastly, I’m not a fan of gay literature or “coming out of the closet” type of books. I don’t hate it, just not fond of reading them.
Les Miserables Manila is definitely worth the price and traffic. The effects and props are what you would expect from an international performance group. I love this novel and I would definitely watch it again and again and again. I’ve been wanting to watch it since I read the unabridged book some 10 or so years ago as well as watch the film four years back. The story still drives me to a sort of lonely guilt that I just love feeling.
I purchased the tickets without knowing who the heck played who because this was the first time Les Mis would be in the Philippines. I booked VIP on opening day and chose the best seat in the house which was right in the center without being too close or too far; just right to see, hear, and even feel everything.
It was drizzling atop the mountain
Where God stood to greet himself.
I was praying for success and happiness,
For patience and strength.
No prayers for you yet you were there.
Drenched, fatigued, and with muddy, muddy shoes. (more…)
“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”
“When you were talking to her at the other table, I saw the way you looked, no, stared at her.
You don’t look at me that way and for the longest time I’ve always wondered if there was something missing, something I haven’t done but now I know.
Those eyes…those eyes are really for someone else.” (more…)
I bought this book without knowing what it was really about. I figured the teaser at the back sounded promising as it seemed to introduce a bunch of quirky, not-so-cliche characters which many books seem to use nowadays. It was also interesting how it involved a story of a suicidal boy which reminded me of how interesting “Perks” was.
To be honest, the book was a bit slow and depressing when it started. I’m not a fan of depressing books so I guess that has to be a factor too. I actually planned on skipping this book for another but I figured it should get interesting as a friend of mine, whom I really think is cool when it comes to song and book interests, told me it was worth a read. And it was.