Pagkagising ko kaninang umaga, may tapal na super laking salonpas na gel sa batok ko, masakit pa din ang leeg ko. Natulog ako sa lazy boy sa pag-asang hindi na sasakit ang leeg ko after nung hilot ko kahapon, pero sadly, kasing sakit pa din.
Tumawag yung tita kong madre, may pinapagawang tarp sa akin para sa misa de gallo mamayang gabi.
"Tita, super sakit pa din ng leeg ko eh."
Pero mapilit siya, at wala akong choice kundi pumunta. Kailangang kailangan na din daw kasi talaga nila nung tarp ng pasasalamat sa lahat ng dumalo noong simbang gabi. Nahirapan akong magtype nung una dahil kailangan kong yumuko para makita yung characters sa keyboard. At hindi sila madaling i-please. So may ilang revisions akong ginawa.
Anyway. 45 minutes after, natapos ko din ang pinapagawa nila. Tinawag ng tita ko ang isa pang madre, na hindi marunong magtagalog. galing ata ng China pero mukhang Vietnamese. Magaling daw siyang mag acupuncture, at mukhang matutulungan ako sa stiff neck ko. Natakot ako.
"tutusukin po din ba ako ng needles, ganun?"
Pero hindi. Nagpakuhua siya ng GSM (yung bilog), at posporo. lalo akong kinabahan nung nakita ko na yung madre. Maliit at kailangan, english ang salita. Nilagay niya yung GSM sa isang bowl tapos sinindihan. Nakita kong hinahawakan niya yung gin para i-check kung mainit na. Nung hindi pa, sinindihan niya ulit.
Pinatanggal niya yung shirt ko, tapos pinaupo. Pagkatalikod ko, narinig ko na lang yung tunog nung apoy na parang "swoooosh" tapos naramdaman ko yung init sa likod ko habang yung lamig nung gin eh tumutulo sa balikat ko. Habang tumatagal, lalong tumitindi yung init.
Natakot ako na baka wala na akong buhok pagkatapos nung ritual. Pero dapat pala, mas natakot ako sa gin. Kasi, mainit talaga!!!! Hinahawakan ko na yung damit nung tita kong madre sa sobrang init.
"ano ka ba naman, para apoy lang yan."
Alam mo yung feeling ng torture na masarap? ganon! Kasi konti-konting nawawala yung pain. After nung ritual, seryosong nabawasan yung sakit. Hindi pa completely nawala, pero relief mula dun sa sakit nung una.
Sabi nung Chinese nun, may malaki daw akogn "snake" sa likod. yun daw yung term para sa ugat na ewan. HAahah! Dunno. Hindi ko makausap dahil nahihiya ako dahil nakahubad ako sa harap ng mga madre, at dahil nagrereklamo ako sa sakit eh ang laki kong tao. Hahah!
Anyway, ngayon eh medyo gumanda na ang araw ko. I went to my suki barbero sa Lucena for my haircut. Medyo mohawk na kalbo. Then DVD marathon ng mga chick flick. She's the Man, Raise Your Voice and Uptown Girls (in memory of Brittany Murphy).
So far, ggumaganda ang daan patungong pasko ko. Ngayon, I'm watching American Idol marathon sa Star World while waiting for the Christmas mass tonight. We still have yet to plan for tomorrow.
Merry Christmas everybody!
Hug and kiss your family for me!
Remember that Christmas is not about the gifts or the food we feast, but the birth of our saviour, Jesus.
Happy Birthday, Jesus! Thank you for all the blessings!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Stiff Boy ako
So it was my first time to drive all the way from Manila to Lucena. But destiny didn't make it an easy trip for me. Let me tell you about it.
When I got up at 4am to fix up, packed coffee for me during the trip (takot antukin), mom asked me to bring the water refill (the big five gallon ones) upstairs to the dispenser.
A consistent, though not really painful sting on my neck has been bothering me for three days. This morning, when I lifted the water container, my neck gave off an excruciating sting on the left side of my neck, and almost dropped the container. It was so painful, I couldn't turn my neck sideways.
Just imagine the torture of driving when you couldn't move your head. And I had to keep myself awake, but couldn't sip coffee properly from my Starbucks tumbler. I wasn't able to focus on my driving, but rather, on the neck pain I have.
When we got to Lucena, I asked my dad to immediately look for aid. He came back for me after a few minutes and brought me to Cotta, to see a "manghihilot". Lola Aida was really popular in the area. We easily found her place since everyone knows about her.
She was this big lady who sat comfortably in a papag (a wooden bed made of bamboo). I assumed she could hardly walk because of her size.
"Halika, upo ka dito."
Then I sat in front of her. She asked me to take off my shirt. By the shoulder, she pulled me close to her and asked me to lean back. Then using her special oil, she started rubbing my neck. After ten minutes or so, my dad went next.
Then I started noticing her place, which was sorta creepy. There was this great province feel to it, and huge figurines of saints were present. Before she began her hilot on me, she kinda recited this short prayer in Latin, and it kinda freaked me out a bit.
Until now, while I am writing this blog, my neck still hurts. Tonight, I just wanna grab a cup of hot choco and sleep the pain away. My auntie gave me this huge menthol patch for the pain. My sister who is a nurse advised me to do hot compress and that's it.
Ohhh, I hope tomorrow, before I hear mass, this is ovah!
**Some pics I took when it was my dad's turn for the hilot!
When I got up at 4am to fix up, packed coffee for me during the trip (takot antukin), mom asked me to bring the water refill (the big five gallon ones) upstairs to the dispenser.
A consistent, though not really painful sting on my neck has been bothering me for three days. This morning, when I lifted the water container, my neck gave off an excruciating sting on the left side of my neck, and almost dropped the container. It was so painful, I couldn't turn my neck sideways.
Just imagine the torture of driving when you couldn't move your head. And I had to keep myself awake, but couldn't sip coffee properly from my Starbucks tumbler. I wasn't able to focus on my driving, but rather, on the neck pain I have.
When we got to Lucena, I asked my dad to immediately look for aid. He came back for me after a few minutes and brought me to Cotta, to see a "manghihilot". Lola Aida was really popular in the area. We easily found her place since everyone knows about her.
She was this big lady who sat comfortably in a papag (a wooden bed made of bamboo). I assumed she could hardly walk because of her size.
"Halika, upo ka dito."
Then I sat in front of her. She asked me to take off my shirt. By the shoulder, she pulled me close to her and asked me to lean back. Then using her special oil, she started rubbing my neck. After ten minutes or so, my dad went next.
Then I started noticing her place, which was sorta creepy. There was this great province feel to it, and huge figurines of saints were present. Before she began her hilot on me, she kinda recited this short prayer in Latin, and it kinda freaked me out a bit.
Until now, while I am writing this blog, my neck still hurts. Tonight, I just wanna grab a cup of hot choco and sleep the pain away. My auntie gave me this huge menthol patch for the pain. My sister who is a nurse advised me to do hot compress and that's it.
Ohhh, I hope tomorrow, before I hear mass, this is ovah!
**Some pics I took when it was my dad's turn for the hilot!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Classy, classy, classy
So I was a staff for the UST Christmas Concert for two consecutive days. I was a stage manager, and it's not an easy job, most especially when you have to deal with difficult people.
I remember this one girl we call f bitch. For two consecutive years now, she's been nothing but a pain in the ass for the staffers. She reaaaaaaly loves to bitch around, and I seriously don't know what she gets from it. I was kind of hoping not to see her playing this year, but, alas, she's still alive.
So during rehearsals, the director asked me to let the orchestra in, in a single line. So I told the orchestra as they entered the hall to fall in a single line. F bitch answered back, "Orchestra kami, so iba-iba kasi yung pwesto namin. Hindi kami pwedeng mag single line." I told her, "Para lang po maayos."
And she went to her position. Two minutes later, she approached me. I don't think she's comfortable with the fact that I got the last say in our little argument.
"Excuse me lang, linawin ko lang. Orchestra kasi kami. So, iba-iba yung pasok namin. Iba-iba kasi yung instruments, kailangan maintindihan mo na..."
I saw her eyes, and I really felt bad for her. All I said was: "Okay, no problem."
Then I understood where she was coming from. I assumed that she was having a hard time at home, and all she could do was express her feelings through music. Many people from the Conservatory of Music really gives us TOMCAT a hard time. Actually, this is the only event in school I despise a lot, and that is because of the difficult people you have to deal with. After the event, the staffers would gather and share experiences (bad ones) about the members of the orchestra.
But there are at least some of them who have really good hearts. Some guys would help out in transferring instruments, fixing the wirings and stuff. They make up a good working environment.
So I thought, the good music they play must me coming from very serious emotions. Either good ones, or bad ones. But these are really strong, powerful emotions.
When the concert began, I was staring at f bitch most of the time, trying to read her actions. How she ignored the director's orders during rehearsals, was maybe a manifestation of how people ignored her at home. But as she was playing, her eyes were closed. As if trying to mourn with the music from her violin. I know I would have done the same if I were a musician, but maybe not to the point where I'd be hurting people's feelings. She must've been through a lot, and she got my sympathy that night.
But what made my night was an audience member. Though she was seated next to Dra. Belo, I was all eyes on this lady from the Ayala-Zobel clan. Every performance by the orchestra were reciprocated by her graceful applause and appreciation. When the UST Singers sang, I could even read the words "wow" and "wonderful" coming out from her mouth. She really knows how to appreciate classy performances, plus the fact that she's gorgeous, beautiful, rich, powerful and beautiful, and gorgeous. She's got class baby!
Media has given me the wrong impression about these people. I assumed she'd be mean or something. I was wrong. She was like Princess Diana, only ten times more beautiful. Right then and there, I fell in love with her personality. How I wish all rich people would be like her, and the poor ones would be less demanding. What a wonderful world!
That's why I told myself, I'll set my standards to her level, to motivate me in life. I'll look for a girl I could bring to the opera house and wouldn't fall asleep. Or someone who can drink and carry herself elegantly (I don't know how this is possible but I sure know this Ayala-Zobel woman can!). She's become so ideal that I'm beginning to doubt her existence. I thought I've seen them all, but no, she's the BOMB!
I wonder where these people hang out?
Maybe if I stay there long enough, they'll notice me.....and call on the guards! ahahah!
Anyway, Belo is hot in her own right. I couldn't blame Hayden for dating her, kasi she's hooot! I got this thing for older women, matured and nurturing. Ahaha! NURTURING! It's like having a mom and a girlfriend combined! I want to feel that someday. Someday. Wag muna ngayon. Thesis muna.
I remember this one girl we call f bitch. For two consecutive years now, she's been nothing but a pain in the ass for the staffers. She reaaaaaaly loves to bitch around, and I seriously don't know what she gets from it. I was kind of hoping not to see her playing this year, but, alas, she's still alive.
So during rehearsals, the director asked me to let the orchestra in, in a single line. So I told the orchestra as they entered the hall to fall in a single line. F bitch answered back, "Orchestra kami, so iba-iba kasi yung pwesto namin. Hindi kami pwedeng mag single line." I told her, "Para lang po maayos."
And she went to her position. Two minutes later, she approached me. I don't think she's comfortable with the fact that I got the last say in our little argument.
"Excuse me lang, linawin ko lang. Orchestra kasi kami. So, iba-iba yung pasok namin. Iba-iba kasi yung instruments, kailangan maintindihan mo na..."
I saw her eyes, and I really felt bad for her. All I said was: "Okay, no problem."
Then I understood where she was coming from. I assumed that she was having a hard time at home, and all she could do was express her feelings through music. Many people from the Conservatory of Music really gives us TOMCAT a hard time. Actually, this is the only event in school I despise a lot, and that is because of the difficult people you have to deal with. After the event, the staffers would gather and share experiences (bad ones) about the members of the orchestra.
But there are at least some of them who have really good hearts. Some guys would help out in transferring instruments, fixing the wirings and stuff. They make up a good working environment.
So I thought, the good music they play must me coming from very serious emotions. Either good ones, or bad ones. But these are really strong, powerful emotions.
When the concert began, I was staring at f bitch most of the time, trying to read her actions. How she ignored the director's orders during rehearsals, was maybe a manifestation of how people ignored her at home. But as she was playing, her eyes were closed. As if trying to mourn with the music from her violin. I know I would have done the same if I were a musician, but maybe not to the point where I'd be hurting people's feelings. She must've been through a lot, and she got my sympathy that night.
But what made my night was an audience member. Though she was seated next to Dra. Belo, I was all eyes on this lady from the Ayala-Zobel clan. Every performance by the orchestra were reciprocated by her graceful applause and appreciation. When the UST Singers sang, I could even read the words "wow" and "wonderful" coming out from her mouth. She really knows how to appreciate classy performances, plus the fact that she's gorgeous, beautiful, rich, powerful and beautiful, and gorgeous. She's got class baby!
Media has given me the wrong impression about these people. I assumed she'd be mean or something. I was wrong. She was like Princess Diana, only ten times more beautiful. Right then and there, I fell in love with her personality. How I wish all rich people would be like her, and the poor ones would be less demanding. What a wonderful world!
That's why I told myself, I'll set my standards to her level, to motivate me in life. I'll look for a girl I could bring to the opera house and wouldn't fall asleep. Or someone who can drink and carry herself elegantly (I don't know how this is possible but I sure know this Ayala-Zobel woman can!). She's become so ideal that I'm beginning to doubt her existence. I thought I've seen them all, but no, she's the BOMB!
I wonder where these people hang out?
Maybe if I stay there long enough, they'll notice me.....and call on the guards! ahahah!
Anyway, Belo is hot in her own right. I couldn't blame Hayden for dating her, kasi she's hooot! I got this thing for older women, matured and nurturing. Ahaha! NURTURING! It's like having a mom and a girlfriend combined! I want to feel that someday. Someday. Wag muna ngayon. Thesis muna.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Story concepts for Film class
Well, we've been asked to make these story concepts for a short film, and I browsed over my previous fiction stories and tried to summarize them into five sentences. I sooooo wish I'd be able to produce all my works in the future, and Film class is definitely a good start!
Anyway, I just wanted to share the three story concepts I made just now. Actually, I'm not sure if concept is the right term to use. Ahahah! Summary?! Anyway, I've published Syria and Celeste on my Multiply account several years back, while My Name is Clyde and Ilog Sierra came in last year.
My Name is Clyde
How can a person love someone who couldn’t love you back? At the final year of her high school, Essie meets Clyde who, in every aspect, is every girl’s dream guy. Struggling to fit in along with the other students of the university, Essie finds deliverance in the hands of a complete stranger (Clyde) who keeps her company every day. When the necklace she received from Clyde suddenly disappears, Essie’s memory of the car incident she had over a year ago gets more vivid, slowly realizing that she may be sharing more than just everyday small talks with her dream guy.
***
This story was born inside an FX on my way home. An ambulance passed by us, and the blue and red lights flickered on the face of the pretty girl sitting across me. I assumed her name was Essie.
Ilog Sierra
Childhood bestfriends Mico and Trish were separated by fate when Mico’s family decides to migrate to the U.S. just before they reach high school. Six years later, Mico returns to the country with high hopes of seeing his childhood best friend and finally confess of his suppressed feelings towards Trish. Back at Ilog Sierra, Mico sees the same Trish he left six years ago, except that she is already married. Ilog Sierra reminds us of our childhood promises, and how inevitable circumstances make it difficult for us to fulfill them.
***
This story was created for two people very close to me. It's my way of telling their love story.
Syria at Celeste
Long-time partner Syria and Celeste are caught by the 7:00 p.m. rush hour along Ortigas and heavy rain begins to pour. Inside the car, the couple is caught in an intense argument about lovers’ past and issues that have long been repressed. As the rain and traffic gets heavier, so does the emotions pouring inside the car. Will their relationship stay in traffic or are they headed for another detour? Syria at Celeste takes us to a road trip that will shed light on relationships that encounter road humps, intersections and dead ends.
***
This was the life story I had during my second year college. I placed myself in one of the character's shoe, and piled my frustrations with other people on the other character. Put together, the two main characters Syria at Celeste create some sort of chemistry that makes a good tandem. Twofold. I was able to release my feelings, and was able to come up with an interesting story. ahah.
I have a lot of stories to tell, but only a few really chooses to listen.
Anyway, I just wanted to share the three story concepts I made just now. Actually, I'm not sure if concept is the right term to use. Ahahah! Summary?! Anyway, I've published Syria and Celeste on my Multiply account several years back, while My Name is Clyde and Ilog Sierra came in last year.
My Name is Clyde
How can a person love someone who couldn’t love you back? At the final year of her high school, Essie meets Clyde who, in every aspect, is every girl’s dream guy. Struggling to fit in along with the other students of the university, Essie finds deliverance in the hands of a complete stranger (Clyde) who keeps her company every day. When the necklace she received from Clyde suddenly disappears, Essie’s memory of the car incident she had over a year ago gets more vivid, slowly realizing that she may be sharing more than just everyday small talks with her dream guy.
***
This story was born inside an FX on my way home. An ambulance passed by us, and the blue and red lights flickered on the face of the pretty girl sitting across me. I assumed her name was Essie.
Ilog Sierra
Childhood bestfriends Mico and Trish were separated by fate when Mico’s family decides to migrate to the U.S. just before they reach high school. Six years later, Mico returns to the country with high hopes of seeing his childhood best friend and finally confess of his suppressed feelings towards Trish. Back at Ilog Sierra, Mico sees the same Trish he left six years ago, except that she is already married. Ilog Sierra reminds us of our childhood promises, and how inevitable circumstances make it difficult for us to fulfill them.
***
This story was created for two people very close to me. It's my way of telling their love story.
Syria at Celeste
Long-time partner Syria and Celeste are caught by the 7:00 p.m. rush hour along Ortigas and heavy rain begins to pour. Inside the car, the couple is caught in an intense argument about lovers’ past and issues that have long been repressed. As the rain and traffic gets heavier, so does the emotions pouring inside the car. Will their relationship stay in traffic or are they headed for another detour? Syria at Celeste takes us to a road trip that will shed light on relationships that encounter road humps, intersections and dead ends.
***
This was the life story I had during my second year college. I placed myself in one of the character's shoe, and piled my frustrations with other people on the other character. Put together, the two main characters Syria at Celeste create some sort of chemistry that makes a good tandem. Twofold. I was able to release my feelings, and was able to come up with an interesting story. ahah.
I have a lot of stories to tell, but only a few really chooses to listen.
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