hang me

last night i stopped by a friend's place and he was watching this movie in japanese.
the movie is about this guy and his pain in the ass loud brother.
he was in his apartment when his "loud"brother came and complain about him
and the lifeless apartment of his. the guy has no t.v, radio or any form of
electronic "entertainment" device.

the brother whined.
the other just stared.

the walls are lined with books.
almost every part of the house is filled with it.
the "loud" brother complains about it.

the simplicity...
the silence...
his brother...

he stopped his whining, got his stuff and said he's going to take a bath.
he walked pass the dinning area and notice a rope dangling tied up in the ceiling.

"what?! you're not content living like a hermit
and now you want to commit suicide?! shees!" he was shaking his head
and slammed the bathroom door.

the other brother just stood there.

the camera then panned.
apparently, instead of a wall dividing the dinning area there stood in place a huge mirror.
reflected there is the same rope only this time the "quite" brother is tide dangling there by the neck.

dunno if it's a horror film or not but it's struck me
just how some people would do to achieve that state..
silence...

and how others can be so dense?

.......silence...
a heavy word eh?

chatterbox II

naayos din sa wakas...!

pesteng chatter box..

buti nalang naka online din si lord faust...

hahaha...!!!

...haha...!

haay...

boplogs talaga...

chatterbox

pesteng chatter box

hindi ko cya maconfigure sa sarili kong specs...!

asar..!

gutom lang ba ako???
puyat???

hindi...

tanga lang tlga ang chatter box...

haayy..

makikiusap na nga lang ako kay faust na ayusin to...

Anansi

I’ve just finished a book now written by one of my favorite authors.

Gaiman…
Neil Gaiman…

It’s about this trickster god, the spider anansi who had a son.
The son, all his life thought he’s just an only child until the day
His father died and he learned about a brother he never knew who
In all aspects inherited their father’s “charms”…

Good book written by literature’s rockstar…

Anansi

Anansi owns all the stories.
The great creator made tiger the owner of all the stories
But anansi stole it from him…

Anansi the trickster god.
Never evil, never good, never lying at most telling only truths…

Anansi…

3 pm (aug.22, 2006)

I got home today and my computer
(newly formatted mind you because of that pesky brontok virus)
is infected by this very, very “nice” file…

new malware.j “tojan”

now how did that happened?

Anansi…

“ma nag computer ka?”

“hindi baket?”

“bagong format na kasi to my virus nanaman.”

“naku walang nagko’computer dyan simula umalis ka! Wag kang mambintang!”

Anansi…

6 pm (aug.22, 2006)

“kat?”

“ante?”

(kat is my 12 yrs.old niece)

“may nag’computer ba nung wala ako?”

“si mommy ante, baket?”

(mommy is what all my nieces and nephews call my mother since she doesn’t want to be called “lola” says it makes her sound “old”..)

“wala naman, sige”

Anansi…

7 pm (aug.22, 2006)

“ma? hnd ka ba tlga nag’computer?”

“hindi nga! naku bahala ka na nga dyan at ang kulet mo.”

…
...
...

could this be true..?

it's a hard town

how often do you hear this words...?

many of us just turn to overlook the things that stare at us right in the face.

but it's true isn't it?

we tend to see it all but just to crate this illusion
that everything is fine and all will fall into place somehow...

but who do we lie here?

"it really is a hard town but we do every thing to get by..."

do we really?
i mean do everything in our power?

i was out this morning.

my sister turn up our house, she's going to take my nephew to school and stopped by our place just to show off my nephew to our mother. we're at the front of our house waiting for her husband to turn their car around when a guy in a motor cycle stopped in front of us and said,

"may krimen dyan kagi 'lam niyo bang magkapatid?"

"ha?" my sister replied "sino naman yan asi?"

asi is the guy that stopped at us...

"si kalbo dyan sa baba... hirap ng buhay kasi dito saten e...tsk.tsk.." he was shaking his head.

"ano ginawa?"

"tumalon sa isdaan..tsk..tsk.. kya ako gusto ko na umalis dito e..."

apparently the guy owns a bit of a pond and he jumped in it in hopes of suicide but since the pond is just waist high he just got a fractured arm...

it's a bit funny isn't it?

jumping on a pond when you knew it to well..?
that it won't kill you...that it's not too deep..?

the specs.are not enough...

strange how the mind works sometimes when you're on the edge...

reason just vanishes,
isn't it...?

it is a hard town...

...but we try to get by.

stroke

sa d ko malamng dahilan ay ngyari
yan sa isa sa aking mga kaibigan..
naistroke saken

nahiya...

baket??
ewan?! ang alam ko lang din ay nagsimula yon ng
manghingi siya sa akin ng isang malupit na advice...

naisip ku tuloy..dapat pa ba ako magbigay ng advice???

sabi ng frend kong c faust maayos nga daw ako mag advice e?

bakit kya cya nastroke..?

a friend

"when you talk to a person you don't like,
and smile at him/her in a manner that of
a friend, it does not necessarily mean that
you consider that him/her one...right??"

"we don't have to like each other to be
able to live together; we just have to be
civilized.."
--kris aquino

yan ang bukod tanging qoute na binitiwan
ni kris aquino na hinangaan ko. nang sinabi
nya ang mga katagang yan mabawasan ng
kaunti ang dating ng pagkahypocrite nya saken.

sa totoo lang, basihan ba talga ng
pagkakibigan ang pagkausap sa isang d
kilala? o kung kilala man??? naitanong ko
to sapagkat yan ang sinasabi ng isang kaibigan
ko. ayon kay "good friend" e pag nginitian mo
daw ang isang kakilala at kinausap ng magaan
ay tinuturing mo na siyang higit sa kakilala..
isa nang kabatian.

ganun ba talaga yon? pano ngyari ang bagay na yon?

sa aking paniniwala ay iba. sa aking paaralan
marame akong studyanteng kilala kahit
sa ibang lugar meron din..mga tao sa paligid.
oo, kilala pero...

hindi kaibigan..?

ano nga ba ang depinisyon nito??