About a year ago, my dad had forced my brother and I to get a student driver permit. He aimed to have me driving by the time I graduate. And since I have been so busy on my last year with the student council and my thesis of course, I have not had the time to actually learn how to drive.
By summer vacation, my dad had been so busy with church stuff that we only had one chance to teach me whatever it is that I have to learn. And since my dad buys the big cars, I had to learn to drive with a Pajero.
So ok. The Pajero is actually lovable. It's very easy to handle. The breaks are good. The condition of the clutch is good. So what's wrong?
Actually, I couldn't reach the clutch very well everytime I had to hit the breaks. In other words, I guess I'm too small to drive the Pajero. Kuya Jonell says I should learn using automatic cars instead. He even volunteered to teach me given that my dad didn't have time. However, both my parents disagrees of course.
Anyway, our student permit is to expire this friday. That means we have to get a non professional licesnse before it expires or else we do the same process all over again. (and crap, I really hate LTO when it comes to lines). The big question now is what did we do?
To make the story short, I am currently holding onto my driver's license but I still don't know how to drive. So ok, I know how go left & right, forward & backward without pushing the breaks. That's it. I've come to join that bandwagon that I wanted to change for so long and I was forced to benefit that sort of faulty and crappy system of government agencies.
This is life in this country. It sucks.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
nanood ng Prince Caspian
"Buti na lang hot si Prince Caspian." Ilang ulit na sinabi ni Jam iyan noong nagpalipas kami ng gabi sa kanila. Pero aaminin ko, buti na lang talaga cute si Prince Caspian (Ben Barnes). Kung hindi siya cute, baka nawalan na talaga ako ng ganang manood.
Paano ba naman kasi, hindi ko talaga nagustuhan yung unang movie ng Narnia, The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. Parang walang dating, walang magic, walang x-factor. O siguro dahil nabasa ko yung libro at napanood ko yung stage play ng Trumpets (Kamusta naman! Trumpets na yun! One of best stage performers kaya sila!) Isa siyang disappointment at hindi na-capture ang mga importanteng scenes ng pelikula.
Anyway, medyo nagdalawang isip ako kung papanoorin ko ba talaga itong Prince Caspian. Hindi ko rin masyado nagustuhan yung libro. Na-frustrate na lang ako na yun na ang last adventure nila Peter at Susan, gayong si Peter pa naman ang favorite character ko dun.
Siguro din, hindi ko talaga masyado naintindihan yung libro. Alam mo naman sa relihiyon namin. Dahil kilalang ka-relihiyon namin sina J.R.R. Tolkien (Lord of the Rings) at C.S. Lewis (Chronicles of Narnia), may mga hidden biblical messages ang mga kwento nito. Tulad na lamang ng The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe na tumutukoy sa salvation kung saan ipinapareho si Hesus kay Aslan na siyang namatay upang iligtas si Edmund.
Ang nakita ko lamang sa Prince Caspian nung binasa ko ang libro ang usapin ng spritual warfare. Ngayon ko naiisip, dahil ilang taon na rin ang nakakalipas nang basahin ko ang libro, maaari ngang bata pa ako para maintindihan ko ano ba talaga ang warfare na tinutukoy dito.
Ayun na nga. Kasama ko sina Ate Ems, Leeloo, Twinkle, JD at Kristia kahapon upang manood ng Prince Caspian at natuwa naman ako.
Naging loyal naman sa libro ang pelikula, although hindi ganon ka-perfect. Bagamat sa estasyon ng tren nagbukas ang pinto papunta ng Narnia, hindi ito tulad ng ipinakita sa pelikula. At walang naganap na romantic something kay Prince Caspian at Susan (Anna Popplewell). Marami ring mga eksena sa libro na tinanggal nila, tulad ng kung paano pinalaki si Caspian ng kanyang tiyo at tiya at ilang eksena kung saan parang nagpakita si Aslan sa mga magkakapatid ngunit hindi masyadong pinansin. Hindi rin talaga kasali si Susan sa digmaan tulad ng ipinakita sa pelikula.
Mas na-capture ng Prince Caspian ang mga eksena at mensahe ng kwento. Sa totoo lang, naging malinaw sa akin ang usapin ng spiritual warfare habang pinanonood ko ang pelikula. Mas naintindihan ko ang kahalagahan ng paninindigan sa buhay kahit na nagiisa ka lang sa pinaglalaban mo.
Nakita ko na rin ngayon ang mga pinagpareho ng Two Towers ni Tolkien at ng Prince Caspian ni Lewis, na may haring kinakailangan i-reclaim ang trono, nagiisang sundalo bihasa sa pana, isang napaka-importanteng espada, may aalis na kasama sa kalagitnaan ng digmaan at babalik ng may mga kasamang mga kakamping puno.
Bakit kelangan may reclaim something pa? Bakit kelangan almost failed yung digmaan bago darating ang mga bagong kakampi? Bakit laging may pana at lovable ang humahawak ng pana? At bakit kelangan laging puno ang tatapos ng digmaan?
"Masyado ka lang nag-ooveranalyze," madalas sabihin sa akin ni Weng. Siguro nga, masyado ko lang din binasa yung mga pelikula hindi ko na natutunan enjoyin.
Buti na lang cute si Prince Caspian. Lalo ko pang kinatuwa, cute din pala yung gumanap ni Peter (William Moseley). Buti na lang din talaga.
Monday, June 2, 2008
falling in love again
(If you really think I was going to write a full entry on romance and sweet nothings, you don't know me at all. Instead, to refresh your frustration, refer to the fireworks post for background.)
The minute I realized I was under a fireworks display with ashes falling on my face, I instantly fell in love with the moment. For me, it was one of greatest moments God ever did on Earth and I would continue to look forward to seeing another one of these whatever happens.
It has been five years since that moment and it has brought me nothing but joy until last December's fireworks in UP. Whatever happened during the late months of last year definitely had something to do with my inner frustrations and it was until later that I realized I was keeping hatred deep inside me such that even the smallest thing I would usually appreciate were nothing but mere moments of action and living.
I stopped thinking about all my bitterness the moment God made me realized the wounds I was trying to caress deep in me, seeking for nothing good for the people involved. All the hatred had gone away. Maybe it was time for me to grow up.
My friends and I decided to watch the pyrolympics at the Mall of Asia on its last day. As usual, I instantly said yes even if I knew I would have a hard time asking permission to go out that night. But it didn't matter. I was going to watch the fireworks. The thought made me happy again.
There were two sets of fireworks to be display and I have no idea who sponsored each one. As the first set started, I found myself excited, stood up and looked up. Although the rockets had shoot way up such that some were actually above us, I was actually disappointed. These were the same things I see every year and I was looking for something new. I took pictures instead.
Ok. So there was that heart shaped formation. cheesy. eew. no thanks. But then, these were fireworks and I don't usually make a fuss about it. Maybe the kid has grown up. Memories of last year keep flashing in my head.
When the second set started, I knew I had to get over the same feeling once more and this time I have to prevail. Instead of taking much pictures, I looked up to the sky and said a little greeting to God. A few minutes after, I felt myself smiling. It was that happy thought again, the feeling that left me a few months back.
It has been five years since that moment and it has brought me nothing but joy. It has been years and I'm still holding on to life. Maybe the child has to grow up in me. Maybe some things had to change. But it didn't matter. The moment the fires rained on me, I was happy. I instantly fell in love with the moment and I would be looking forward for more.
The minute I realized I was under a fireworks display with ashes falling on my face, I instantly fell in love with the moment. For me, it was one of greatest moments God ever did on Earth and I would continue to look forward to seeing another one of these whatever happens.
It has been five years since that moment and it has brought me nothing but joy until last December's fireworks in UP. Whatever happened during the late months of last year definitely had something to do with my inner frustrations and it was until later that I realized I was keeping hatred deep inside me such that even the smallest thing I would usually appreciate were nothing but mere moments of action and living.
I stopped thinking about all my bitterness the moment God made me realized the wounds I was trying to caress deep in me, seeking for nothing good for the people involved. All the hatred had gone away. Maybe it was time for me to grow up.
My friends and I decided to watch the pyrolympics at the Mall of Asia on its last day. As usual, I instantly said yes even if I knew I would have a hard time asking permission to go out that night. But it didn't matter. I was going to watch the fireworks. The thought made me happy again.
There were two sets of fireworks to be display and I have no idea who sponsored each one. As the first set started, I found myself excited, stood up and looked up. Although the rockets had shoot way up such that some were actually above us, I was actually disappointed. These were the same things I see every year and I was looking for something new. I took pictures instead.
Ok. So there was that heart shaped formation. cheesy. eew. no thanks. But then, these were fireworks and I don't usually make a fuss about it. Maybe the kid has grown up. Memories of last year keep flashing in my head.
When the second set started, I knew I had to get over the same feeling once more and this time I have to prevail. Instead of taking much pictures, I looked up to the sky and said a little greeting to God. A few minutes after, I felt myself smiling. It was that happy thought again, the feeling that left me a few months back.
It has been five years since that moment and it has brought me nothing but joy. It has been years and I'm still holding on to life. Maybe the child has to grow up in me. Maybe some things had to change. But it didn't matter. The moment the fires rained on me, I was happy. I instantly fell in love with the moment and I would be looking forward for more.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
16 pesos roller coaster ride
Saturday night.
Jam, Weng, Masol & I were on our way to Jam's house for a sort-of sleepover from Mall of Asia after watching the pyrolympics. Since there were lots of people and we couldn't get a decent ride from the mall itself, we decided to take the ordinary bus passing EDSA, and crap, were we so wrong!
As the bus was passing by EDSA, it's speed started to increase. It not only overtook cars, vans, trucks and buses but it also made weird and immediate turns such that I felt like I was flying and I could easily get off the bus by going out of the window. I could clearly see how close we were to the walls of the underpass as the driver made his turns. All our hands were holding onto the seats in front of me. If I was a loud person, I could have screamed my lungs out.
What was even more funny was that other passengers on the bus were staring at us, as if we were so peculiar. They were just sitting there, as in nothing was happening.
As we were getting off the bus, one of the guys there asked, "Did you enjoy the ride?"
Crap. I am never going to ride the ordinary bus at night again.
Jam, Weng, Masol & I were on our way to Jam's house for a sort-of sleepover from Mall of Asia after watching the pyrolympics. Since there were lots of people and we couldn't get a decent ride from the mall itself, we decided to take the ordinary bus passing EDSA, and crap, were we so wrong!
As the bus was passing by EDSA, it's speed started to increase. It not only overtook cars, vans, trucks and buses but it also made weird and immediate turns such that I felt like I was flying and I could easily get off the bus by going out of the window. I could clearly see how close we were to the walls of the underpass as the driver made his turns. All our hands were holding onto the seats in front of me. If I was a loud person, I could have screamed my lungs out.
What was even more funny was that other passengers on the bus were staring at us, as if we were so peculiar. They were just sitting there, as in nothing was happening.
As we were getting off the bus, one of the guys there asked, "Did you enjoy the ride?"
Crap. I am never going to ride the ordinary bus at night again.
naghahanap ng gas
Biyernes ng gabi.
Pauwi ako mula sa paghahanap ng trabaho. Sumakay ako sa may terminal sa Cubao. Halos alas otso na ng gabi ito. Matapos mapuno ang jeep, nagtungo na ito padaan ng P. Tuazon at naghanap ng gas station.
Pagpunta namin sa unang gasulinahan, puno ng jeep ang pila ng discounted. Nagintay kami ng ilang sandali ngunit wala pa kami sa unahan ng pila, may lumapit na agad sa driver at sinabing wala na silang gas, kahit yung hindi discounted.
Nagmadali yung jeep na sinasakyan ko papunta sa susunod na gas station. Marami pa ring jeep na nakapila ngunit wala na rin silang gas.
Lumipat na naman kami sa isa pang gasulinahan. Mabuti na lang may gas pa sila kaya lang wala na para sa linya ng mga PUV (public utility vehicles) na discounted ang presyo. Bagamat halos sampung piso din ang ikakamura ng discounted gas, hindi na pinansin ng driver ang presyo. Basta kailangan na raw niya makapagpasada at nagbayad na lang ng P400. Nang tiningnan ko kung gaano karaming gasulina ang nabili niya sa presyong ito, halos 8 litro lang. Sa tingin ko, hindi pa ito makakaabot hanggang Antipolo kung magkataon.
Ang pangit isipin na ilang taon lang ang nakakalipas, kalahati pa ang presyo ng gasulina sa kung ano ito ngayon. Kung tutuusin, nagtaas na naman ang presyo pagdating ng Sabado ng umaga, gayong sabi sa balita hindi naman nagtaas ang presyo ng gas sa world market, bagkus ito'y bumaba pa. Bagamat ako kong tumaas ang presyo sa pamasahe, hindi ko rin maiaalis sa mga driver ng jeep na kailangan din nilang kumita kahit papaano para mabuhay.
Tapos makakakita ka ng mga patalastas na nagsasabing gumaganda ang ekonomiya ng bansa na parang wala tayong problema. Tanga na talaga ang magsasabing hindi naghihirap ang bansang ito.
Pauwi ako mula sa paghahanap ng trabaho. Sumakay ako sa may terminal sa Cubao. Halos alas otso na ng gabi ito. Matapos mapuno ang jeep, nagtungo na ito padaan ng P. Tuazon at naghanap ng gas station.
Pagpunta namin sa unang gasulinahan, puno ng jeep ang pila ng discounted. Nagintay kami ng ilang sandali ngunit wala pa kami sa unahan ng pila, may lumapit na agad sa driver at sinabing wala na silang gas, kahit yung hindi discounted.
Nagmadali yung jeep na sinasakyan ko papunta sa susunod na gas station. Marami pa ring jeep na nakapila ngunit wala na rin silang gas.
Lumipat na naman kami sa isa pang gasulinahan. Mabuti na lang may gas pa sila kaya lang wala na para sa linya ng mga PUV (public utility vehicles) na discounted ang presyo. Bagamat halos sampung piso din ang ikakamura ng discounted gas, hindi na pinansin ng driver ang presyo. Basta kailangan na raw niya makapagpasada at nagbayad na lang ng P400. Nang tiningnan ko kung gaano karaming gasulina ang nabili niya sa presyong ito, halos 8 litro lang. Sa tingin ko, hindi pa ito makakaabot hanggang Antipolo kung magkataon.
Ang pangit isipin na ilang taon lang ang nakakalipas, kalahati pa ang presyo ng gasulina sa kung ano ito ngayon. Kung tutuusin, nagtaas na naman ang presyo pagdating ng Sabado ng umaga, gayong sabi sa balita hindi naman nagtaas ang presyo ng gas sa world market, bagkus ito'y bumaba pa. Bagamat ako kong tumaas ang presyo sa pamasahe, hindi ko rin maiaalis sa mga driver ng jeep na kailangan din nilang kumita kahit papaano para mabuhay.
Tapos makakakita ka ng mga patalastas na nagsasabing gumaganda ang ekonomiya ng bansa na parang wala tayong problema. Tanga na talaga ang magsasabing hindi naghihirap ang bansang ito.
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