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Still learning, and reviving an old laptop. [07 Nov 2009|04:22pm] tymeless My last Facebook status had read: "... is amused at the fact that nomatter how long you've known the people you love, you still learnsomething new about them. It makes your friendships and relationshipsmore interesting and exciting day by day." So true. Even though you think you know a person inside and out, nomatter how close you already are, you still discover something newabout them, like a new quirk, a new hobby or talent, or just somethingthat they've been keeping for quite a long time. Or it just tells usthat we still grow and learn something about ourselves and others everyday. That's what also makes me love my friends and loved ones even more. Randomness. I inherited a laptop from my brother 3 years ago, then itcrashed and when I was about to have it fixed, we couldn't find theadapter because my mom had misplaced it along with a whole bunch ofwires and cables. Never got around to buying a new adapter because Ihad resorted to using the PC again. Even though every file and rawphoto in the laptop was very precious, I learned how to detach myselfand have a clean slate again. The laptop stayed in my room, untouched,like a huge paperweight or bookend. But surprise, while my mom was looking for a spare antenna for one ofour old radios, she finally found the bag that had the laptop's adapterinside, along with an extra mouse, a USB cable and two 3 1/2 floppydisks, hahaha. After 3 long years, my laptop was alive again. Ofcourse, I had to check and reformat the darn thing and re-install somestuff this entire evening, but yay, at least I have a working laptopagain. And to think that before I had to look for the adapter 3 yearsago, I was about to pay someone to do all that stuff for me, when Icould actually do it myself. post comment

Those classic (board) games. [03 Nov 2009|12:38pm] tymeless I caught an episode of My Boys on ETC this afternoon. The subplot was about this "decathlon" of boardgames that Brendan, Kenny, Mike and Andy play at Crowley's. They wereplaying these classic board games and other crazy games, such asSorry!, Candy Land, and I think they were also playing Taboo at onepoint. The last time I played a board game was about 3-4 years ago. Someoneleft a Snakes-and-Ladders game in the office, and we would play acouple of rounds after lunch. Then there was also that time when Carms,Jay, Grae and I went crazy over Jenga when we met up once at Hobbeslast month. I miss board games and those simple game nights with friends. I want toplay Clue, Uno, Monopoly, Taboo, Jenga, Pictionary and Twister again!To anyone who's stumped about what to give me for my birthday (not tobe joined with Christmas, hahaha!), those classic (I mean the realthing) games are also on my wish list. Then let's have a game night! post comment

When worlds collide. [03 Nov 2009|12:21pm] tymeless I had mentioned in my previous post about worlds about how worldscollide, like when I took Tad to Peaberry Cafe last Sunday to meetRonelli. Ronelli had been a friend of mine from Trumpets Playshop Alabang'sfirst musical theater class under Tita Menchu. It was the firstacting/musical theater workshop I had ever taken. I was onlycomfortable in class because I had friends there. Other than that, Iwas quiet as a mouse. I had too many inhibitions that I was afraid thatI might do all the exercises wrong. Part of the reason was that I knewall of us weren't in the same "skill level," as some of them hadalready done this before, even professionally. I was even careful aboutthe way I moved and talked. But hey, I did make a lot of friendsthrough that workshop. Good friends, though not as close, save for acouple of them. I even put Putting It Together (our showcase) and the class' bond on a high pedestal even after thefew workshops after that. Sure, we bonded, but I felt as if there werestill walls separating some of us because of certain differences. Justa feeling. It would sometimes seem as if there was something's wrongwith the way that girl stared, or how that guy spoke. Fast forward to several years later. I started from scratch andattended a beginning acting workshop under Tanghalang Pilipino. Again,I was sort of comfortable at first only because I had a couple offriends enrolled in the same class. During the first couple of days, Iput up a wall because I was still used to the Playshop environment. Butday by day, the wall came down. I realized that all of us were on thesame playing field, just there want to learn, and just have a go at it.I was no longer afraid to try anything. My eagerness and enthusiasmremoved my inhibitions. I stopped listening to people's accents becauseto them, I was the one with the weird accent (hahaha, Mimay and Niccocan attest to this, because they did this often). This was a class thathad no pre-judgments over you, or wherever you came from, as long asyou knew how to get along with different people, wear your heart onyour sleeve, and give it all you've got. So we have the passion. Wealso had that crazy bond, the type that you can never get sick of eachother. Our crazy glue? The girl with the amazing voice and upbeatpersonality who played my alter ego, and the guy with so much passionin his bones and loves his friends til the end. Two workshops that were so different from each other. When Ronelli, a former classmate from Trumpets Playshop, and Tad, myboyfriend from Tanghalang Pilipino, met at Peaberry last Sunday, I hadno idea if they had anything in common. Ronelli talked the way shealways did, straight English with a slight accent. Tad was merely beinghimself and compromised, and didn't mind stumbling over the occasionalEnglish words. I was actually amused at the fact that it was the firsttime I heard Ronelli say anything in Filipino. When we started talkingabout coffee drinking, coffee routines, and the different kinds ofcoffee, the "language barrier" disappeared. I have yet to invite Ronelli to a TP show. Hopefully when Flores Para Los Muertos does a rerun, I'll invite her to come. She did say that she hasn't seena play in ages. And I have to check out Peaberry's acoustic nights.Maybe I could get Tad to sing during one of those nights, hehehe. Andwho knows, maybe Ronelli can overcome her "singing trauma" as well,even if I have to hold the microphone for her, hahaha. post comment

"Sundate" at Peaberry Cafe. [01 Nov 2009|03:40pm] tymeless During this morning's homily, I heard Father Gerry say that heaven can be found in simple contentment.He's right. I always find bits of heaven in simple joys--a sincere andcomforting hug, a welcome visitor, spending time with a loved one,meeting old friends, pigging out to good food, and hanging out at acoffee shop. I found all those in one lovely Sunday afternoon such as today. Tad had been kind of busy with Madonna Brava and Flores Para Los Muertos that we haven't spent much quality time together, let alone drop by myhouse for a visit. He's been feeling kind of down and out lately thatsometimes he could get pretty cranky, even though it was his birthdaylast Friday, so I persuaded him to come visit so he can let out somesteam, chill and basically just hang out. I told him I wanted to checkout Peaberry Cafe, this coffee shop that my friend Ronelli had justopened here at our village, and I thought that we could go there as mybelated birthday treat for him. I knew Ronelli from the first year Playshop opened an Alabang branch,as we were both in Tita Menchu's musical theater workshop. I haven'tseen her in years, so this was a good excuse to see her. I've seenphotos of Peaberry on Facebook, and the place looks pretty promising.It sort of reminded me of Central Perk from Friends, plus the "Kopihaus" from Kopihaus # 8 (Drei and Nicco's thesis). Thankfully, Ronelli told me that Peaberry was open today even though itwas a holiday, but when we got there, I actually thought that they wereclosed (even though the sign out front said that they were open)because there was hardly anyone there except for this middle-aged ladysitting in one of the couches, and one of the employees behind thecounter. Oh well, they're open anyway, so Tad and I each ordered iceblended coffees, then sat at a table outside so he can smoke. I got the ice blended black forest while Tad played it safe with awhite chocolate mocha. Thankfully the black forest was sweet enough formy taste, because I don't like it when drinks get too sweet. Tadthought thought that the white chocolate mocha was pretty OK as well,though I knew he was looking for a certain taste. While we were sittingthere, a group of girls arrived and also sat at a table outside.Finally, more customers, hahaha. I guess we just came at lazy hourduring a holiday, which was why there wasn't anyone there. Anyway, whenI saw the other group order a plate of mini tacos, I was dying to trythose as well, but I stayed put. But a few minutes after Tad hadfinished his drink along with a couple of cigarettes, he wanted toorder another drink, hahaha! We waited for a few more minutes then hestood up to order the mint java chip this time. I, on the other hand,was curious about their cheeseburgers, because the photos and commentson their Facebook page sounded so appealing. No sooner after the cheeseburger (that came with a side order of Frenchfries) arrived, a car pulled up right in front of the cafe. It wasRonelli and her husband Paul. Man, it was great to see Ronelli again!Haha, when she saw the cheeseburger (which was untouched because wewere still on the fries), she affirmed that the cheeseburger was theirbest selling item on the menu. Once she stepped inside for a while, Ilet Tad have a go at the cheeseburger first before I did. And yep, itreally was awesome. The burger patty was thick and juicy, and theentire thing was bursting with flavor. No wonder it's their best-seller. Yummy. Ronelli sat with us for a while and talked and caught up on news as wefinished off our food and drinks, so she got to know Tad a little more.Haha, Ronelli from my past world of theater and Tad from my current. Ilove it when worlds like these collide. Tad was a little tongue-tiedbecause Ronelli spoke straight English most of the time, but they werein the same wavelength when we started talking about different kinds ofcoffee. Hmmm... maybe some time, after a few more visits, maybe Ronellican teach me to do latte art, hehehe. Plus we could definitely hold aPlayshop MT '99 reunion there. We never got to hang out inside the cafe as we chose to sit in thesmoking area, but I have to admit, the interior of the cafe is reallygorgeous and had that cozy, homey feel. We'll surely come back andfrequent this place, because it's got a lot of promise, from thecoffee, the food (I have yet to try their pasta), the ambiance, and ofcourse, the friendly owners. Shamless plug... If you guys (especially the ones in the South) want tocheck it out, Peaberry Cafe can be found at 511 Capitoline Hills, BFResort Village, Las Pinas City. They're open everyday from 11:00 amuntil 11:00 pm. post comment

Some things never change, so we just get used to it. [31 Oct 2009|01:53pm] tymeless Chat session with a friend. Well, this is not to be taken tooseriously, but part of it is really serious matter. We just took itlightly to ease things up. Hindi pa rin talaga maiwasan ang mgaganitong tao. Or worse, mga ganitong kaibigan. Friend: o kumsta pala sya? Friend: ako hindi na nya ko tintetext Friend: nakuha na nya gusto nya eh!! Friend: user si _____! Friend: hahaha Me: wahahahahahahaha Me: i-text siya ngayon, dali Friend: ayoko Me: ay, tampo Me: hahaha Friend: wala syang kwenta Friend: user sya Friend: HAHHA Me: eh parang hindi ka na nasanay kay _____ Me: magpaparamdam lang yan if may kailangan or if you sing [him/her] praises Friend: ewan ko sa kanya Friend: tse sya! Friend: haha Me: sabihin mo tampo ka, magtetext yan Friend: hindi nga ako mgakatext . huhuh Friend: sira ba ang globe? Ahahaha, then we dropped the subject. Well, some things never really change. So we have no choice but to moveon and get used to it. But because we're still friends, we still lovethem no matter what. post comment

ex friends and thoughts [31 Oct 2009|05:32am] phatpaid [ mood | Meh ] I'm not quite sure but I had a hunch for a bit that this friend of mine named nikki *ex-stripper* and my ex friend dennis have been hanging out. not really a big deal to be honest. But the way my brain works... if i dont trust someone *dennis* and i find out he's hanging out with another friend of mine *tony or nikki would work here* then I instantlly move the other people into can't trust boat. why? cuz I don't know if they are running back to the person and running mouth and I consider them compramised as friends. frustration yes....but it usually passes shortly after. Besides it's not that big a deal if dennis is hanging with her. his life is way different then mine. and she's not really putting much into effort on coming around or keeping in touch. tho it IS a slap to my face that I the short fat poor guy with a minivan gets no love but dennis driving his daddys 60k car and dressing like he's got money and living in a place that implys he's also made of money gets love from her.....well love being they hang out. yes THAT is a slight sting to my face.... oh well. i'll get over it . I always do. i'm mentally to tired to type. my brain feels heavy from lack of sleep... i think imma try to snooze now btw....i miss you too britt. been to lazy to leave a comment. post comment

On fanatics. [29 Oct 2009|02:44pm] tymeless Brief exchange from last Saturday... Kath: May kamukha ka na artista... Sa ABS... Me: (*shrugs*) Uhm, wala akong alam sa showbiz eh. Kakahiya, ahehe. Kath: Mas nakakahiya naman pag masyadong marami kang alam, hahaha! I admit, I used to be a groupie of some artist at some point in my life.I know at least a handful of people who can attest to that. I had someaccess to certain information, being friends with some of the "innercircle" and the artists themselves. But at least I know where to drawthe line. There are some who don't. While I was chatting with Teena,she had even mentioned a particular "R" from our past. That person'sstill out there somewhere, and even though R had drifted away, thatsame person is still lurking in other people's interests to the extreme. My advice to people who tend to go crazy with their fanaticism--pleasedon't go overboard. I mean, it's alright to do research on people youadmire, but there's a fine line between researching and stalking (toinclude other people that are connected to that object of obsession aswell). It could start off as funny or amusing, but it could come out asannoying to some. Just a thought. Not to point fingers, really, but just to state apoint, because I'm really concerned about some people who could beinvolved. post comment

Camping story time [28 Oct 2009|09:47pm] phatpaid I don't know what to do anymore. I’m so scared and I can't trust anyone. I went camping about 3 weekends ago in the Huntsville national forest in Texas. Me and 3 friends that came home for the weekend, they are all in college and usually we all get together at least once a year, old friends from high school. For the camping trip we planned to go backpacking deep in the forest, live off of fish that we catch and animals that we can trap. We have been doing this for awhile in Texas and in numerous places, Arizona, Colorado (if anyone is familiar with the Spanish peaks there), New Mexico, so we‘re pretty much used to anything you‘d encounter out there. It was my turn to pick where we went camping, so I chose Huntsville (more accurately it’s Huntsville/New Waverly). So we drive up there park our car in a camping park spot and start walking off into the forest. We had some laughs along the way, everyone catching up with each other's lives. We walked until it started to get dark and set up camp where we stopped. Everyone gathered wood to make a fire and we set our tent up. And we do what we always do: try and scare each other with weird stories. Around this time we started to smell something very faint. It was noticeable, but not overbearing. We couldn't put our finger on what it was, so we just carried on. Mike had to go piss and he walked off in the forest. A second later he come running back, piss all down his jeans like he’d missed really bad. Immediately we all crack up and throw some jokes at him. Then we noticed that he was white as snow and trying to catch his breath. He starts screaming for us to follow him, and runs off. We all get serious and go follow him, not knowing what the problem was. We start to hear a faint scream and crying in the distance, in the direction we were running. It was pitch black away from the camp and Mike had the only flash light (we left ours at the camp, he had his from his trip taking a piss), so at this stage we didn’t have much choice but to follow the light, which was frantically pointing here and there in front of him. The scream gets closer and Mike starts to slow down. We then notice a ratty old cabin that looked like it was abandoned, except for a faint light that we could see from one of the old mildew covered windows. The crying was intense: whoever it was couldn't breathe enough to let out a full yell. We all followed Mike up to the front door and we could all hear the crying from inside. As soon as he knocked on the door it stopped. We all waited and heard really heavy footsteps walking fast to the door. There was a giant slam against the door and the sound of a bolt unlocking. Then nothing. We waited for a bit, knocked a few more times, but still nothing happened. We walked around the house (there was no fucking way any of us were leaving each other’s side) and noticed a window, which was a good way up. Alex took a deep breath and said asked us to give him a boost so he could see inside. Me and Mike lifted him up to the window. We watched him brush away dirt and webs from the window and place his face close to the window to try and see something. There was a quick beat. Then suddenly he breathed in fast and let out a loud scream. Then he fell back from the window, screaming bloody murder the whole way. We all tried to calm him down but he was hysterical. We went to him but he started to shake, punch, kick, you name it, and then took off towards the camp. None of us wanted to be separated so we all ran close behind him. We caught up to him and grabbed him and set him down. The fire was dying out so I grabbed some nearby wood that we collected added it to the fire. My hands were shaking and I had to do something. I went back to Alex and we all tried to calm him down. He wouldn't he kept screaming and was breathing so hard that he eventually fainted. All of us are terrified now, and we all kept the fire high until sunrise. Periodically Alex kept waking up, screaming just like before. By sunrise he was up and looked catatonic, just mumbling to himself and whimpering. Me and Mike decide to go look at the cabin now it was daylight. We searched where we thought it was, except there was nothing there. Nothing at all. The indistinct smell from last night had now grown into a very strong smell of something dead, something stale. We headed back to the camping site. When we got there we found Alex had chewed into the sides of his face and swallowed so much blood that he was throwing up. John was at his back, and he looked like he was about to die from exhaustion. I guess we all looked that way, I just didn't notice until I saw his face. Alex said quietly that we need to leave. Now. We all started to pack up the tent. It started to rain really heavily (it was about noon) and the sky started to grow really dark. Alex started to go into a panic. He went and grabbed a big stick and yelled at us to leave it and leave, now, or he‘d knock us out and drag us out of there himself. Mike started to yell at him, and they started to fight. We broke it up and finished packing, and then started to make our way back. After a little while we arrived at a creek we had crossed the previous day, only it was flooded over, and the water was moving to fast for us to cross it. Alex started to scream again, yelling at Mike for taking his time packing up the tent when we could have gotten out of here. This went on for a while until we finally convinced Alex to calm down and tell us what happened. He said as soon as he put his face to the glass, a face on the other side did the same thing, and started to smile really big. It had dark eyes and a dark mouth which was much bigger then Alex's, as the smile got as large as it could. A giant shadow behind it swung something down and sliced it‘s face off. The face was stuck to the window, and he said it started to laugh quietly as it slid down. Mike, still pissed off (and though he wouldn‘t admit it, beginning to get freaked out), started to argue with him again. We eventually started to follow the creek for a way to cross. We then started to see toys floating in the creek. Really old toys, old Barbie dolls and baby dolls. This wasn't like any old trash floating in the creek, though… this was a lot of barbies, a lot of baby dolls. One washed towards the side and Mike picked it up. It had some kind of voice chip that was dying and started to say some gurgling words we couldn't understand, followed by it’s sad excuse for laughter. Then it sounded like it was whispering. We thought the batteries must be dying, he threw it down. We kept going, and the sun was starting to set. Alex was freaking out more now, and was whimpering and breathing heavily. We all started to see shadows move behind trees, something we all called BS on until we all were seeing it. It was barely light out and we stop as we see the cabin right in front of us. None of us knows what to think. Mike says “This is bull, I’m going in there.” Alex tries to stop him. We all do, all of us just wanted to go home. Mike says to all of us to fuck off, do our own thing, he doesn't care anymore, this is all bull. We start to hear hundreds of the same sort baby doll as before, laughing, whispering and trying to sing. We start to move forward past the cabin, all of us, and kept pushing forward. We smelled something dead in the air, something stale. The same something as before. We started to hear something crying, and something screaming. We kept on going. We eventually crossed the creek and left the woods. We get back to our vehicle and got in. Its pitch black, and we drive. We are about to get on the 45 to Houston but the road is under construction and can't be accessed. It points to a detour. As we head towards the detour it seems to be small, bumpy dirt road going into the woods. We then see a young girl come up to us. She looks like she was in trouble, young and pretty. She approaches the passenger side door and she looks like she‘s really drugged up, or beaten up. Alex doesn't roll down the windows, nor does he open the door. She reaches for the handle and he immediately locks it. She puts her face on the window and starts to smile really big. We floor it, Alex starts to cry and scream and we are all breathing heavy. We finally cut on a street that takes us to the 45 and we take it the whole way. When we get back to my apartment everyone doesn't know what to say and we all break apart and go our separate ways. Mike messages me later and says he is going to go back. I try to convince him not to and all he does is say it was our own minds that were screwing with us. I think he just went to prove to himself he wasn’t scared. I can smell that stench everywhere now. I don't go out anymore, I just stay in and don't answer the door. Last week everyone I met was acting really strange, people that I knew for a long time and total strangers. My own dad, when I went to his place to eat supper with him he just watched me, strangely, when I was sitting down. He didn't say a word the whole time. I kept asking him “What’s wrong?” He just slowly shook his head. When I was leaving to go home I turned to wave. He had black eyes and an open mouth like he was in pain. When I started to walk back he shut the door and bolted it. I stayed there knocking and knocking. Nothing. I called him, his phone was disconnected. I even called the police. Halfway through the questions they were asking me the connection started to fade into static. I could hear a faint mumbling, singing and laughing. Mike has completely vanished. There is not even a record of him being alive. When I call Alex’s house they talk to me like I’m some salesman. They say they don't know any Alex and to please stop calling. The person who tells me that is Alex‘s mother. I can’t get ahold of John. Someone knocked on my door and when I went to look I saw a face completely covering the peephole and a giant smile started to form. I called the cops again and instead of it turning into static they got really strange. “Sir, are you affected by any drugs at the moment?” “No.” “Are you coming home anytime soon?” “Excuse me?” “Come home.” and the phone call ended. My mail slot swings every now and then. Someone is sliding pieces of baby dolls through it. I try to call people now and all I can hear is static and bad baby doll noises and this crying and screaming. My TV is busted but when I go to piss I can hear it on. I might be going insane. post comment

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