Notice

I'll probably delete this blog but I will create a new one and it will be a dump of thoughts.

Ciao.

Found this photo and I thought I might want to share :)

8/15/2012 (and probably some stuff that happened the past week)

1. I got to enroll early during the stormy week and luckily they didn't roll it back. I'm taking only three subjects (two major and Thesis 1) next term so I can easily focus on our thesis.

2. The deadline of our interpreter project got delayed because of the monsoon rain. I'm glad it happened but I'm not happy about the many homes that were flooded and school got delayed.

3. My friend just loved the music that I made. It made me feel all giddy inside. I miss him so dearly.

4. Today, we went to the P.E. department to look for resource people for our thesis. An old lady standing next to the secretary desk asked us what we need and we said that we were looking for PhDs on Sports Medicine. She asked us to follow her to her room and we found out that she was the head of the P.E. department.

5. I haven't seen my WG friends in ages. Just wait and this project will be finished.

Cain and Abel

I am going to vent out my anxieties here.

First and foremost, I am currently having a Cain and Abel relationship with my brother. Ever since he entered college, I think my family has turned to praising him because he's working very hard while I am considered the irresponsible one. True that I am but it's also because Computer Science is a challenging course. My brother is majoring in Fine Arts in Painting at UST.

He paints. He started when he was in his third or fourth year in high school and I admired him for his passion in doing it. I feel jealous of him because everything's going easy for him even if he's working hard for it. It's like my muse has abandoned me.

I know that I am a lazy person but it's just that I think my brother has the patience and perseverance in his works. I don't even think my family would appreciate my works.

I am thinking about this right now because I just saw him paint a picture of my grandmother, and we're gonna have dinner with her tomorrow because her birthday's nine days away. I might go on another "jealousy-insecurity depression" tomorrow.

Red Prose I

Author's commentary: This was from a recent dream I just had. I think it happened twice already. The Chinatown I presented here was not really the one I went to before. I made it as a setting because my dream resembled a part of it and a bit of Recto.

Warning: Nightmarish material. Do not want.

Lorenzo peeped out the window of his car as it sped through the bustling shopping district of Chinatown. Cement buildings that surrounded it were covered in ornate red and gold motifs. Some signs showed strange golden characters that he could not read and some showed smiling babies surrounded by carps and fruits.

It was hot Sunday. Restaurants were full of locals and mainlanders. People carrying large bags and parcels strolled around. Street vendors yelled at bystanders to force them to buy their goods. Sweaty and muscular men went out of trucks, carried huge sacks of rice and other belongings.

"Let's find a place to park," his father said as he drove through a building. There, he found an open space for them to park. "I'm hungry," Lorenzo said before they locked the car and walked. "Stay with me, okay?" his father said, giving him a pat on the head.

They went to a bake shop closest to the parking lot. "Your mother might want some rice cakes," his father said when they opened the door. "What do you want, son?" "I would like this one," Lorenzo said as he handed over a pack of hopiang ube. "Are you sure you don't want any other than that?" his father chuckled. Lorenzo just shook his head. 

As they left the store, they walked through the hot sun to look for a place to eat. His father laid his hand on his son's shoulder while they ignored the noisy street vendors. Lorenzo's eyes laid on strange dragon masks that stare at anyone who passes by and colorful action figures whose brand names were misspelled.

"What in the world?" his father said as they suddenly went to a full stop after crossing the street. A crowd of people surrounded a part of the district where a huge restaurant was nearby. It looked like how an exciting street performance would go.

They both approached the scene to find an ornate stand adorned in red and gold. It looked like a large shrine as people gathered around it like some place of worship. A small sign laid on top of the stand in which his father read it as "The Sleeping Man".

A sweaty and shirtless Chinese man was rubbing oil on a half-naked man lying down on his chest on the surface of the stand. He laid fast asleep as half of his body was covered with a red blanket. Both of them thought it was an elaborate massage service. 

As soon as the Chinese man stopped massaging the sleeping man, he removed the blanket. The audience cheered but the two had their jaws dropped at the sight to behold. The sleeping man's head, the upper half of his torso and arms were all what's left of him. The rest of his body were brown and crispy. 

The Chinese man took out a large knife and a fork. He plunged the fork into where the sleeping man's buttocks were. He sliced through the thick, brown skin and peeled it to reveal a slab of dark and white meat underneath. The man continued to sleep soundly as the Chinese man went on with removing the skin from his thighs down to his feet. 

The crowd went wild as they pulled each other's hairs out in order to have some of the sleeping man's meat and skin. The Chinese man snapped his fingers as a shorter man gave them some plastic bags. He started slicing equal parts skin, along with white and dark meat for each person to savor. "Thank you," an elderly woman said with tears on her eyes as she got her piece of meat and skin.

   

"I can't believe they legalize this shit here," Lorenzo's father said. His hand was covering his son's eyes ever since the Chinese man revealed the horror that would scar both of them for life. "Let's leave." "Why did we have to stay, dad?" he asked quietly. "I'm so sorry, son," his father said as they continued walking. "Sometimes, we should be aware of the things around us. Even the terrible things."

This Horrible/Good Week

+Stayed in Malate office for residency. I met some new people. They're amazing.

+Had my first IRL conversation with Ram when we went home together. He sort of fucked with my brain with his questions.

+The World Building workshop was a success!! Thank you so much Pau, Angie, Lanz...EVERYONE for being part of this.

+There was supposed to be a prose workshop last Saturday but classes were suspended and it was already flooded in school.

+Got to watch "The Dark Knight Rises". SO AWESOME. But honestly, I liked the second one better because of Joker.

RANT (basically how everyone feels in a group I guess)

Do I have to be the one to constantly remind everyone in the group? Do I have to be the one who will tell everyone what to do? Do I have to be the one to do all the thinking?

WHAT IF I FORGET THIS? WHAT IF I FORGET THAT?

PLEASE. Please be the one who will remind me. Please be the one to ask me what's happening.

LET'S ALL BE PROACTIVE AND NOT JUST ME.