Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Monday, June 29, 2009

Makati never runs out of cabs

Yeap, hi, just got back from a little something with friends. I'll let you know that it's 1 in the morning and I just sneaked into our house. Munching on this leftover cinnamon roll I got from... where'd I get this again?

Still a bit woozy. I was worried I'd have to walk back home just like I did from the same place five years back, but a friend of mine, RJ, told me not to worry 'cause Makati wouldn't run out of taxis. What he did say proved to be right as we found ourselves this really long strip of taxis waiting for passengers to ride in this little taxi traffic... they were just like ants.

A generous guy who I didn't really know prior to today 10%-treated me to a movie. I was willing to pay for it myself but... yeah. Took his offer anyway!

What else...

I kinda have this weird fascination with ‘dead’ cigarettes. Toyed a bit with some and lit them up again.

See ya, Rembrandt. Still dizzy here, gotta look for some more things to eat.


Friday, June 26, 2009

Our lunch's getting cold

Hey, Rembrandt. I've more time to talk to you again so here I am, yo.

If you had ears and a nose, you'd probably hear Joe's shuffling fingers on his keyboard and smell my curry for lunch. You'd probably hear a voice from where my cousin is, but really, that voice is probably coming from one of his friends or his girlfriend. If you could feel, then you'd probably feel as cold as all four of us are, all in blankets, jackets and little socks.

You'd probably cream me for telling you this if you could, but there's this little mug of hot water on this other page of yours right now. Hey, I said ‘probably’ five times.

Everything feels all right.


Thursday, June 25, 2009

Postscript to my little friend

Hey, just so you know, I put copies of you up on the Internet. It's this physically non-existent place in which people can become anyone they wish to be and do neat and crazy stuff. You know how bad my penmanship is better than I do.

P.S.S. I want to admit to myself that I've nothing to offer until I keep on doing more things and keep on committing mistakes. That's why I'll start right now.

“i’m a pretty good writer, i can play music, i can take photographs and i don’t draw terribly. but i wish i were one of those people with incredible, outstanding talent.

i used to be one of those people and i took it for granted, and now i need to catch up to the person that i could be.”

And then some more

The words ‘Memento mori’ are drawn on a page. It's the first thing that catches your eye, it lies alone on a page. The subsequent pages have been not-too-obviously removed.