JULZBOY

        I went home from the bar operations at around 6:30 am. After having my breakfast, i realized that my parents were dressed to go somewhere. No, that’s not accurate. My mom was in a casual-japorms outfit while my dad was in his USUAL jologs Pambahay tshirt-Shorts with black belt-white rubber shoes ensemble. It turned out that they were going to 168 Mall of Asia.

        Not having any type of sleep since 8am of Saturday (and i slept at 2am saturday morning "studying"/making my digest for Banking and Finance a), i thought of skipping  this mini-outing of theirs. But they said they were taking the LRT and a Jeepney ride to Divisoria.
       I thought to myself.

OH. MY. GOD.  This, I HAVE to see.

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Short background:
       My parents weren’t born into the lifestyle they enjoy now. Though I think they exaggerate the type of "depravity" their individual families experienced when they were young, I do believe them when they say that they weren’t born rich. Far, far from it.

  I even remember living in a one-room pseudo-apartment in a small compound which housed other pseudo-apartments with all TEN (10) of my father’s siblings. This doesn’t even include the small rooms reserved for the cousins of my lolo and lola. You can just imagine the number of people who lived within the cramped confines of that compound. 114 Roosevelt Avenue Quezon City. Quite near Patranco for Jeep riders My parents like to joke about how we lived like squa.. err.. informal settlers (SQ-H2Os hehe) before. But man, I suppose that’s the reason why I’m so close to all my cousins (well, at least the first 15 or so hehe). I suddenly miss those "Rolly-Polly-Porky" days.
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SEE, i got sidetracked nanaman. As i was saying…

       As fate would have it, good fortune smiled on the career paths of my parents. (But not if you ask my dad, magaling lang daw talaga mag-invest mama ko sa magiging asawa. Mejo makapal ata muka ng papa ko. hehehehe).
       Basic Point?? I have NEVER seen my mom ride any mode of public transportation before. Not once. Well at least, not that I remember. PFFT =P… mahina nga pala memory ko hehe. And today. September 10, 2006,  I saw her ride two!  haha.  Though  the LRT to 168 shouldn’t really count since it’s a "nice" ride. Plus, it’s my first time to ride it too so I shouldn’t take it against my mom.
       
        I cannot overemphasize how CUTE my mom looked riding the jeep. I asked her when her last jeepney ride was. She answered that it was sometime in 1986 or 87. 20 years… I can’t imagine how she probably looked riding them everyday as a student or even as a young professional.

        She must have attracted quite a number of guys. Though I’m assuming a lot of them had been turned off by her disposition. SOBRANG TARAY daw niya sa mga nagpapa-cute sa kanya. haha. Ang kapal talaga ng papa ko. If I wasn’t such a carbon copy of him, I would have said my mom looked way better than my dad. Bakit pa kasi hindi ko na lang namana looks ng mama ko. May girlfriend na siguro ako by now. hahahaha

        On "secAnd thought",  he got my mom. Magaling pala talaga si "Papa Sito" (Madami akong kahati sa tawag na yan. All my cousins call my parents Papa Sito and Mama Cora. All 30+ of us. And I’m the eldest of the whole brood. *sigh* The burden of the future patriarch. hahaha I’m just kidding. Kanya-kanya na lang para walang pressure hehe)

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         One of my "best" friends is going to have a boyfriend soon. She either doesn’t know it yet, or she simply refuses to acknowledge such issues. But the signs are there. The best evidence of which is that they’ve held hands already (once? twice? doesn’t matter). Plus the nicknames she has unwittingly acquiesced to being called is quite ummm… wazza word… baby-ish to me hehe…

        But I’ve met the dude. Not bad. Medyo maangas. Mayabang dating. Trying hard maging funny. He’s supposedly smart and not bad-looking at all. (come to think of it, this description kinda reminds me of someone…hehe). So getting to know him has its pluses. One gets to see the real person behind all the bad rep. (Sorry, ang lalim ng pinaghuhugutan ko nito.. sobra. haha) But what i like most about this guy is that his mere presence dispells the stupid notion (once and for all) that I’m into building fences (for those who don’t get this, that’s ok, medyo inside JOKE talaga to).

        So whatever happened to the bakod-theory huh? 
        It met superman, that’s what. Albeit a much smaller version. haha :c) Besides, what about the presumption of goodfaith?  And assuming without admitting this theory, I’d still be considered a Builder in Good Faith. Check your Property Law. This is indisputable. "Basahin niyo batas niyo".
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        Speaking of good faith presumptions. I’ve finally had occasion to talk to a friend recently. Well, sort of friend. The designation isn’t important really. Or if it is, it escapes me. Or I’m playing dumb again. Or maybe I just am. hehe.

        But we’re good. We’re fine. Things are clear now for my friend. Pseudo-friend. Whatever :). Even if things aren’t as clear to me, I said that they were.  Kung san sha masaya, I’m good with that. We’re friends. No more ilangan.

       This is the first time I’m traversing a one way street. Most likely the last time. Well, I certainly hope so. haha. sheesh, it’s not even that funny.
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        Hmm, i also got to talk to an ex-girlfriend of mine last Friday. That was the first real talk we’ve had in the past 8 months. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as I thought it’d be. I wish I had gotten to talk to her much earlier than this. But one of the funnier things that came up was when I asked her if she remembered whether or not I courted her. Natawa sha. She said she didn’t remember having a formal courtship.
        But I remember now. Na bad trip ako when I found out that she still had a boyfriend during the first stages of our getting to know one another. When I confronted her about it, she said she thought I was just trying to be her friend and that she couldn’t tell me about her boyfriend coz she couldn’t assume i was courting her.
      
*cough cough* : Somehow, that struck me. Deja vu. Funny how things have a tendency to repeat themselves.
        May precedent pala. Quite unfortunate how my "case-law recall" sucks bigtime. Really irritating.
        Whatever happened to the saying "some things are better left unsaid?" haha.. joke lang..

        Anyway, Kristine "Feeling" Chua and I are fine. We’re also good. We’re friends (really!). And she’s really not the "feeling" type (sobrang good girl sha). I just put it there so her initials would spell.. *ta-daaaannn*.. K.F.C. What a coincidence. haha

        But She’s not "KFC". Actually, there really isn’t a "KFC" person. It’s just a concept. A perfect concept, I had come up with back in highschool when I was listing down the traits I like in a woman. So if someway, somehow, I come across my "her", then great. If such a situation comes, then I shouldn’t be faulted for TRYING to win this person over.
        Yes, even if she’s pining for someone else…
       
       Sometimes I wonder what would happen if circumstances were a little different. But those are just make-believe scenarios. And I shouldn’t dwell too much on What-ifs.
      
       I am of Spanish-Filipino roots and I was born right here in MetroManila.

        I’m not going to wish I was of a different race. And I’m not going to wish my grandparents hadn’t moved from our province.
       
       I like who I am. What I am.

       I’ll live with the consequences. I’ve no other choice, but to.

September 10, Sunday.

PS: Guys, one friend of mine sent me the
lyrics of “Sitting, Waiting, Wishing” by Jack Johnson.
Evil person yung nagsend sakin nun. Parang nananadya… For once, hindi si Remir yun. I’m starting to need Alaxan again. hehe

        It’s been two weeks since I last logged onto Friendster. I
must say I missed playing around with my profiles, my pictures and my blog in
particular. I suppose for a non-techie like myself, being able to do something
worthwhile with a computer is an achievement in itself. And so I’m back to
writing with my hunt and peck system that my pathetic Ateneo computer education
failed to correct. At least I can type more than one word per second. A A A A A A A.
See, I did that in two. :-)

       Last
night was the pre-bar operations of the UP College of Law. It was held at the
Sheraton Plaza Hotel somewhere in Manila (or is that in Makati? San na kasi
yung trusted navigator ko?). Basically, we ran errands for the barristers who
needed all the love and affection that their brods-sisses-orgmates-friends or
lovers could provide them to calm their nerves. There was this scene where I
bought one small pack of Chippy for a barrister and it went like this:

 Female
Barrister: “Hi, how much?” (take note, she tilted her head a)

  Julz:
I couldn’t resist, I shook my head a little from side to side and asked “Sorry?”

        I’ve
never met the person before (or “hindi ko lang talaga sha maaalala”) pero
nagtawanan kami after that. I don’t know what her reason is, but I have mine.
       
        We were also
tasked to handle the photocopying and the distribution of the “insider-tips”
for the barristers so that they’d have something to cram when they wake up in
the morning. It’s funny; one guy was even tasked to read the tips to a
barrister. I guess some people just needed to have someone to blame in case
they fail. Haha… I’m just kidding. I hope UP passes all our takers!!!
I shouldn’t joke about such matters. After all, I was feeling really nervous
kanina. In a way, I was feeling kerby vicariously already. NOT a good feeling.

        There
was so much food at the hotel. I personally helped smuggle loads of chicken and
gravy (and salad too hehe) in through my duffel bag. I suppose that should
account for how my clothes smelled even after I took showers throughout the
night. Kenny Rogers never smelled that badly before (hahahaha think what you
want, eh sa mabaho talaga yung chicken). I tried crab, salmon, pasta, ice
cream, chicken, beef and different types of junk food all night. Saraaaaaap…
Maybe that should account for my upset stomach. It was my first time to watch House (Dr. House? whatever.) too. Interesting. Psycho-doctors and medical mumbo jumbo interest me. Dun kasi, WALA talaga akong alam. Hmm, popcorn na lang kulang and i would have stayed in their room all night haha.

        Oh,
and I had my own room at the hotel! Haha. Actually, I only had my own bed. Mr.
Emerson Banez (He, of the “Reasonable Man”-boyfriend standard, acclaim) and Ms.
Polka “mean boxer mobster” Gan shared the room with me. Which reminds me, Polka
went home at around 7am without even saying goodbye (fell asleep kasi around 5+). Maybe it’s coz I slept on
her bed instead of sharing one with Emer. Harmless naman ako a? haha. Nah, I
fell asleep waiting for the Send off. Sorry
Too bad, I wanted to wish everyone the best!

        Zang
Ziyi was at the hotel pala. OR should I say, Atty. Ziyi Zang. She was with her
beau “Mr. Redbull”. Dang, now that’s what I call a powerful couple.

          I just finished watching this Japanese cartoon which
Christian lent me 3 weeks ago. If you listen carefully, the names of the main
characters would sound something like “Brandong Hito”, “Bab pandomak”, “Big
Dodi”. If you ask me, they’re not exactly English, much less Japanese-sounding
names. You could swear you’ve heard them in some of Lito Lapid’s movies.
Sumakit ulo ko sa kaka-watashiwa whatever ng mga characters. If not for the
English subtitles, uminit na siguro ulo ko My portable player’s
fastforward had never been this overused before
Just kidding. The
series is ok since I like violent movies in general. I just wonder sometimes what
Christian and other addicts like him think about when watching things like those. Now if
it were Transformers or Dragonball, I’d have understood. Kasi na-addict din ako dun.. pati Dinoriders.. and Dinosaucers. Was a freak as a kid. I memorized a lot of dinosaur names. As in a LOT!

    I’m getting distracted… and i’m getting listless.       
    Something’s stuck in my head and I just got to thinking…

        Remember how we were
all young once and we had this concept that we want to live a fairytale life (Think back to highschool)?
It’s funny how reality often doesn’t equate to what we want to happen. But we
deal with it. The best we can

        We can only hope that we get lucky along the way
even as we strive our best to attain our goals. I think it’s the same with
human (interpersonal, how else haha) relationships. 

Things will not always work out the way you want
them to.

But it’s a matter of intention too.

Sometimes, being in good faith is all that matters.

Let’s leave the matter of interpretation for other
people.

Smile everyone, this is just my opinion.=)

September 3, 2006 Sunday
11:07pm