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| Second half of 2013
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Unlikely union
Picture your ideal date. Now picture having it with someone you've never personally met before.
Sounds insanely cool, doesn't it?
See, the plan was that I meet up with Isa, grab some fries, and then head off to UP Diliman to see the fire trees. But stuff happened! The next thing I know, I was holding on to a placard, hollering anti-TOFI chants (and making sorry attempts to cover my face with my balabal so that ermat won't see me on the evening news). More stuff happened and we found ourselves engaging in an educational discussion regarding the superstructure. This is my thing, man. This is my thing!
I thought the day couldn't get any better, but boy, do I only know so much.
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We sort of got hungry after all of that energy-draining shit, and so we decided to raid Area 2 for something to eat. Along the way, a tarpaulin jumped at us and dragged us into the Bulwagan ng Dangal museum, indulging us visually with such palatable pieces! Dammit. Isa started interpreting some of the installations, and so I went along and gave playing curator a go. I suck at interpreting stuff, so.
(Sob.)
That was okay, tho! I'm more than glad to have huddled a bunch of ideas from dem art pieces hihihi.
As if one distraction wasn't enough, while walking near SC, I saw the Damitan ni Antonia's boutique, and, having seen their stuff on friends' blogs, I decided to take a glimpse of what they have to offer. I should have known that their stuff weren't the kind of stuff I dig, tho. My date (am I allowed to say that now?) and I seemed to have involuntary tiptoed to the book shop adjacent to Antonia, where we spent several minutes just admiring stuff.
It hurt that I had to leave the shop empty-handed, as Isa had already got me too interested in this Philosophy thingamajigum that I really, really wanted to get myself something that'd help me feed my brain guts with stuff that'd regard the field.
Dammit. I hate being penniless.
To betray our tummies no more, we finally went on a siomai-milk tea-shake date in Area 2. We also took a trip to the track field to admire the view, where we saw a bunch of couples doing their couple thing. We also got to watch a guy fulfill his third wheel duties. Well, by this time, Isa was starting to invite one of her friends over for a drink, and so I thought to myself, uy, malapit na rin third wheel duty ko. Lol.
Butt!!!
During our session in Kambingan I didn't get much of that third wheel vibe! Sure they were a couple, but damn, just listen to them throw philosophical shtuff at one another! It's heavily intellectually intoxicating.
That day was a very rad day.
24 May 2014
Saturday
Dragged
Hi. Do listen to me rant.
Three weeks ago, I was slumped at
the butt end of our family Sportivo wondering when and where the next pit stop
will present itself. I didn’t sign up for this shit. Thankfully (and oddly
enough) I wasn’t all that cranky on top of all the bickering I have pocketed
from both of my parents the nights prior to the trip.
(The thought that I’ve pawned them
throughout the affair might have been the reason for this—I have hurled onto
them mighty sound arguments that the only thing they could do in the end was
cram a lousy SHUT UP to my face and hiss at me. I’m not in any way mocking them
behind their backs, no. I just find their knee-jerking too amusing. Lol. I
don’t know. Maybe I’ve rattled them with the way I was so composed back then.)
(It was a pretty interesting chain
of verbal brawls, mind you, but I’d rather not discuss it now. Maybe sometime I
would, if I get to scrape up enough agitation to.)
Besides that, there are a shit ton
of other reasons why I disliked the idea of going on a trip to Bicol... and having
to do so in their company.
For one, I have already declared
that I have no intention of joining them. Doing otherwise would really suck as
I have had the need to earn their respect given my previous actions. Lol. And
nej, this ain’t a matter of pride. It’s more on safeguarding my dignity.
Also, the last time I was there I
had nothing to do but warm the couch. I potato-ed. For someone so animated (or
so at least I believe I am), I couldn’t, for the life of me, put up with that
again.
Still, I’m not the man of the house,
and sadly, the whole household had to submit itself to the interest of that who
bears the iron fist.
Or die.
(De joke.)
(But still. I’d assume you’d caught
my drift.)
And so I had to take it like a
bitch.
Butt
All these fretting aside, though, I
still presume that the world is not going to run out of good thingamajigum,
and, being the cheerful shit that I am, I counted on that. So don’t round me
off as a misanthropic fuck yet.
Somehow I managed to find stuff to
take joy in: food, frivolous toddlers, being surrounded by nothing but trees,
silly farm animals, silly dogs, more food, the ocean, traditional chocolate
tablea, bukayo (!), and souvenir hoarding, among others.
Be that as it may, I suppose that feeling
so morally beat, along with being sort of obligated to—surprise, surprise—bum
around, yet again, was too strong a downer for me to get myself high on those
stuff.
