25 years old.
No degree, no nothing. I know this isn’t true but it’s hard to be in a Fil-Chi family with the matriarch still around.
A matriarch who offers to pay for your college education but takes it back because “photography won’t get you anywhere.” and she’d prefer me to be an “abugago” instead. Well then, that well just ran dry. I think it’s an imposition to get my parents to pay for my schooling at this time since I’ve actually been working in the family company for almost five years now.
The only thing keeping me sane is photography and writing; sadly, that isn’t really saying much. I’m currently in the midst of a seven day stand with me sleeping 1-2 hours per day. I’ve had a total of 9 hours sleep in the past week. So, out of the past 168 hours, only nine were used for recovery. Cat naps here and there, in the car, random lulls, during the radio coverage of the Pacquiao/Clottey match. This is getting serious and it won’t be very long until my body shuts down to hibernate. It doesn’t help that I’m not thinking as straight as I would like.
Part 1: Position
Alliteration aside, an abomination in astounding amount.
There’s no need to wrangle like crazy for space.
Simple enough, get to your place and plant your ass there.
BEND your knees so he can’t push you out.
Plant your ass there and raise up your hand to get the ball.
You do your moves after. FIRST, get into POSITION.
STEP ONE: GET INTO POSITION.
Unafraid to say that I am more than willing to go ballistic on anyone.
I can go passive-aggressive, I can go berserker.
I am glad to say that I won’t be gay if you piss me off.
Sad to say, most people just go a different route.
Throwing words around because they think that everything is about them.
Sad to say, no.
I don’t even think they’d be willing to talk shit to my face.
All they’ve got is gossip anyway and that’s nothing. I can always kill them myself.
“If you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen.”
Haters are going to hate.
Learning to accept something you don’t want is easy,
SUCK IT UP AND DO IT
I complain a lot and I admit to it sort of affecting my performance BUT I do a good enough job even though I was conscripted to do it.
Yes, I’m going back to the whole “do this because we’re part of the same religious thing and your parents are kinda high up the pecking order” thing. The point is, no one even asked. I’m not even talking about payment, no one even ASKED.
There’s so many things to say about tact when it comes to this. Being EXPECTED to do things is bad enough when there is no real redeeming value. What’s worse is when the security doesn’t know that you’re there and treats you like a terrorist. Ugh, little unimportant men with no brain and a “security” ID piss me off, especially those looking for fights with people bigger than them.
But whatever, right? I still did the thing. I still made good photos.
One of my greatest frustrations are people who can’t seem to ask me for something face to face.
If being frank to the point of saying, “It’s not something I’m obligated to do” is insulting to you, please don’t fault me because I only speak the truth.
If you need me to take photos but don’t ask me to do so I won’t do it.
Simply put, I’d much rather waste my time on MY shit than yours.
Please, don’t OBLIGE me just because I’m part of the same religious group you’re in.
Please, don’t think I’m REQUIRED to record everything just because I carry a camera everywhere.
I may need to take photos, but I don’t need to take photos of YOUR crap.
BUT, ask me, to my face and I may just do something about it.
P.S. This is why I’m glad someone else bought a DSLR in the group.
When people trust you enough to tell you the truth of the matter, it sucks.
How do you react when someone tells you that she doesn’t really like her boyfriend all that much?
How do you react when someone rants to you but it doesn’t make any sense?
How do you react when you see some asswipe just run her mouth thinking that the whole world is hers.
I have only one reaction to give now.
STFU – GTFO
I have to say, the enjoyment I get from listening has no comparison to the irritation I feel when I hear your name on air.
Your pride and how you see yourself is a shame.
You make me sick.
Oh, and backstabbing? PLEASE
You’re worse than a whore sometimes. You don’t even do it for the money, you do it for something more fleeting.
Queen of shit and fail.
Hindsight is 20/20 I guess.
I’ve heard people talk about how they would have never put the 411 in power had they known what she was going to get the country into. I wasn’t at all surprised, I didn’t join this event. Admittedly, a lot of people got mad at me, my father included. He was talking about “being part of something worth joining”, but I never saw the merits of the situation.
I always maintained that there wasn’t going to be any REAL change coming from this revolution. If anything, we were just changing a dumb head of a monster for a smarter one. At the time I knew that a major overhaul in the government was needed, not just some symbolic changing of figureheads to appease the masses.
Sure, the “revolution” gave the Filipino people a glimmer of hope for the future but as we Pinoys do so many times, we got caught up in the moment and never really put in the WORK to make something of the inertia.
I think this illustrates a few major points against Filipinos as a whole(I’m not excluding myself). We get taken in by the novelty of anything a lot of people are doing a little TOO much, we never stop to look at the bigger picture, we never put in the work to make use of what we are given and we never stop to think about the consequences.
Again, hindsight is 20/20
But it’s only two more issues to go.
The art is keeping it afloat but there’s not much else.
What’s pissing me off is that it only picked up at the end of this issue and even then there wasn’t much For a comic about being proactive it feels a bit impotent.
A lot of talk, and talk, and talk.
I do not like what they did to one of my favorite characters.
So yeah, I walk into one of the biggest (probably the biggest) bookstores in my city and as I was walking around I noticed the “teen novel” section. I went to check it out with a chuckle as I was remembering a joke propagated online about the teen section being all about vampires. Little did I know that the joke was on me.
It wasn’t just Twilight series (I refuse to call it a “saga”), wasn’t just the Southern mysteries books, it was TOO MUCH.
I remember being afraid of the thought of vampires. I remember the sexiness in Anne Rice’s writings. I remember the fascination from watching Interview with a Vampire and Queen of the Damned.
Then everything turns to disgust when I look at sparkly vampires. I mean a friend of mine said it best, “my old goosebumps books had better writing and plots than the twilight crap, except that the ends had some messed up plot twists.” To which I replied, “at least there’s a coherent plot TO twist.”
I don’t get it.
Let’s just put it this way. If Neil Gaiman were to come back here then he would be mobbed, NO DOUBT. J.K. Rowling would be mobbed too, NO DOUBT. If Stephenie Meyer were to come here… would people even really know what she looked like?
I rest my case.
So excited, but I just got owned.
I now have to accompany my brother and sister to the retreat house because the driver doesn’t know where it is.
So now my plans take a back seat. BULLSHIT.
Ah well, WHAT CAN I DO?!!