so Good friday on a white Black saturday

we arrived in masbate yesterday and it was so cool to be back here. after 3 or so years.

the bumpy, muddy, dusty parts of the national highway
the occasional, pretty useless, quite costly, waiting sheds with second floor balconies a.k.a. white elephants
the quick change of scenery from wide plains of rice to huge coconut-filled mountains to cool blue seas as you drive through main roads, deeper and deeper into the barrios
the annoying falling flower buds of that really old and really huge acacia tree in front of that really ugly church
the inviting smell of fresh baked pan de sal from your tita's bakery
the calming sound of waves hitting the white sand beach a.k.a white noise
the tickle on your back of protruding knots of that hammock hung on a short mango tree by the vegetable garden
the once-was-lost-now-already-found real taste of real fresh fish cooked fresh the real fresh way on real grills by real people
the familiar taste of that enriched milk that astronauts drink you serve your terminally ill tatay
the look on your unaccustomed tita's face who is from a foreign place after seeing her in-law munching on the lechon's tail
the white waves you see in the distance to the sea as you recall that you were once told they were really huge when in fact they really weren't
the really ultra super dooper hot powers of the sun abusing you as you visit one house and another
the catching-up-on-life-and-how-your-dealing-it talks with your younger bro and your long lost cousins
the amazing efforts people exerted for tatay
the huge body rock of pumice you see in a shelf that you intend to ask for before you leave
the sound of a hungry carabao, hungry but quite freer than a guinea pig
the extra creamy slash milky taste of that white part of sliced bread straight from the family's really old pugon slash oven
the occasional disappearance of electricity slash power as they switch from generator to main source
the quite useful but never practised tutorial on how to turn on the emergency lamp with liquified petroleum gas
the very satisfied feeling you get after listening to spin doctors or the verve pipe or j timberlake cds you took for granted the other times
the surprised look on your tatay's sister's face after catching you bobbing your head with the headphones on without her expecting you to be on that seemingly empty room
the let's-move-to-tomorrow-your-birthday-celebration idea your titos and titas had for tatay, his real birthday is today.

but real here is quite hard to explain cause tatay used to have two birthdates.

white were the handful patches of clouds
white were the strong-looking columns slash pillars on the front porch
white was the utan langka i wished to eat but they never served
white was the new cabinet beside tatay's table filled with medicines and stuff
white was the ferry we asked to bring my tito's car to masbate
white is not a color, especially on a black saturday.

at the promenade. pic

exactly a year and fifteen days ago. baklayberx. the scary faces, the carelessness, the hakuna matata attitude, the hidden noses, hidden poses, popping out childlishness, the times.

resurreCion with a diff c

Beyond the anxiety generated by the aftermath of the Bicutan prison revolt and the extreme excitement over Manny Pacquiao’s Las Vegas adventure, there is one story of one nondescript Filipino that merits attention.

read the things that Count

and so that article starts... its about this guy who figured out how to make fish sleep without water...
just felt like sharing it with more people.

holy week. not even the passion of the Christ made me like this season... i loved the movie though. it's just that everything seems so sad and the entire world is coated with mingaw in the gloomiest way.
holy crap. then there's black saturday. you don't know if you should be happy 'cause Christ resurrects tomorrow or u should be sad 'cause he got crucified yesterday.

happy easter to us.

superfAcial, or so i think

2 parts water
1 part apple cider vinegar
1/2 part bendonite clay

mix well until its pasty. put on face.
use jojoba oil as moisturizer afterwards.

its the same thing we get when we go to the spa, daw, only more convenient.

it's my 2nd week already for this treatment, results are not so bad.
well... not so good either...

only had 3 hours of sleep today, 3 more than my target, and like many other instances before, i blame sleeplessness for the face pimps.

anyway, i did not want to sleep today 'cause for the past 3 or so days i would wake up around noontime from sleeping at 3am. and like what i always do to remedy this, i would not sleep or take a nap or any of the sort without caffeine or apples. works most of the time but not ideal when you got classes the next day that even your most loved math teacher will not have the power to keep you awake for her class.

didn't sleep too cause i might end up waking up at around noontime again and that would spoil what i planned to do for the day. today i was tasked to get some moolah from this big-ass firm for my tito's soon-real-ass-kickin firm. this big-ass firm's ass is so big and firm you'd think they could afford any paycheck, but the crap is that they're giving us a hard time, as in constipated hard.
funny how things work with money...

my other tito arrived from dubai today to visit my grandfather. i was once asked if i could be any one person for a day who would it be and i answered the sultan of dubai... i'm still figuring out why i answered that but i sure wanna visit that place. my grandfather, tatay we all call him, was diagnosed with liver cancer last week at l.a for the nth medical opinion, he has 6-12months. one of the many reasons why we're gathering this week...

he's the kind of guy who does not want to die though, i mean not yet. his doctors are giving up but he wants to go back to the states after a few months of quality Filipino time with us. eventually, he'd be well... we all will be.

math & i

math has been a pain in the neck for the past few months.
thanks to management engineering, i met my most and least liked teachers, ever... hehe, ever.
and both taught me math. from limacons to inverse functions, sleepless nights to sleeping days.

and in tribute to that, i share the poem i come up with for bonus points. here goes

Not Integral

So a circle is a rose
with one leaf
And the numbers would come
knocking
nagging
rolling
from left ear to other
as the blablas fade
and the tests bade
goodbye

Hello to me
who did not see
how one, two, three
can float
sink
surface
then kill
time that me thought
was slow

But No!
That number
that will never
curse or mock
or rock
the head
that brought to life
is the very
three, two, one
that I need
like many a rose
with one leaf.


i don't fully understand it myself, not yet. but i like it... for some strange reason. i'm not kidding. thank you

sun of a beach

it is a few minutes past midnight and i can still smell that syrup
i placed on my pancakes this morning.
Not that i don't wash,
heck that hand soap smells real good,
but my brunch is still in my hands and i like it.
i'm smelling it over and over as i type.

it feels good to type, the way the letters pop out on your screen

after pressing a key in here and there and stuff.

maybe after this, i'll do this blogging thing more.

since june04, this blog was empty and i didn't really mind.

college just started then...

now, school is over. cool.

not really. hot. thanks to summer,

and all of a sudden, i can't wait to hit the beach.

it's been years since i've hit the beaches of masbate

and in a few days, we will all be back there.

woohoo.