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Does it make you happy to know how fast technology grows especially when it comes to wireless mobile phones? I remember having my first cellular phone. It was a bulky black box Motorola, and it was analog. Mobiline was the network (and if you don’t know, today it is now know as Smart) and it was postpaid. It was so big, it looked like the steel ice shaver that tinderas use to make the streetside halo-halo. It was only for calls, no text messaging. There wasn’t even an internal phonebook. But at that time, you can call anywhere as if you were in Star Trek. It felt that we were in the verge of space age. But that was the early 90’s. More than a decade passed, and 10 cellphone units later, my new mobile phone, a Samsung D900i, is slimmer, lighter and smaller, but jampacked with a lot of crazy features unlike my first Motorola ice shaver. It’s a little more expensive than the first one but one from the past can say that it’s a friggin’ bargain. Do you remember that the nokia 3210 was so “in” and used to cost around P12,000 but now you can buy them for less than a thousand pesos? I bought this new phone of mine just last year for the same price, and guess what? It’s no bargain. Why? Because unlike before, cellphone models were less and there were fewer brands in the market. Right now, it seems that every month, a new model shows up and your new phone then becomes a thing of the past so quickly that it’s bourgeois and it becomes cheaper as every day goes by, and you feel like you’ve been cheated with your money. Then you procrastinate that you should have waited a little longer for this new model to be in the market. Truth is, same goes for that model, even if you did wait to purchase it, it also depreciates like crazy. It’s a never ending cycle. So my advice, don’t buy those expensive phones unless you do have the money to, and just buy the phone that will make you a more productive, happier and content person. Good thing I find my new phone just as effective… but still I should have waited a little longer…

…stupid impulses.

{ I Feel: } irritated

Written by domz at 04:15 PM

September 14, 2005

Chuck (not his real name) and I gleefully walked around the block that consisted of the Amoranto Stadium during the Red Horse Musiklaban Grand Finals. We were heading to the main gate because our friends who were finalists representing the Visayas, their band called “Piyesa” asked us to watch and support them backstage, and we had to claim our passes in the main entrance. At first we saw a very long line of young people eager to watch the show, but after buying film and batteries for the camera, the long queue of people suddenly disappeared. We speculated that they were able to get in already. However we were dismayed as we reached near the main gate. The whole street was swarming with a sea of people, the line ultimately transformed into a chaotic mob. It was a nightmare. Especially near the gate, bodies were so tightly compressed with each other that it seemed so impossible to get across or even dream of passing through them all. But we had to. It was our only chance to get those passes. I quickly texted the guys inside, about our predicament, hoping that they could provide us with an alternate entry. There was no reply. Time was running and Piyesa was to be the second finalist to perform… and the show already started. Out of desperation, Chuck decided to seek help from a bouncer.

“Boss, we’re with Piyesa, our passes are inside, can you help us get in?”

“Come with me, i’ll help you guys get through…”

When he meant “get through” he really meant it literally.

He guided us slowly inch by inch, passing through the tightly packed mob, forcing his way across, shouting, cursing and threatening people who were not giving him way. He was a big fellow. Quite intimidating. A seasoned bouncer. We moved in closely behind him carefully in order not to lose him. However it was still jampacked. It was like moving inside a can of sardines. I saw faces of tiresome young people, beaded with perspiration, faces full of disappointment and worry because of being stuck in a crowd for so long, unable to get thru or get out. What brought me pity was to see young girls, teenagers, trying their best to get in too, their attire and makeup ruined because of the mob. Unfortunately for them, we were the only ones moving across…slowly. After a few minutes of constant aggression, the bouncer was able to lead us near the front gate. The mob was already getting wild and was pushing their way towards the gate. My heart beated loudly… thinking that getting crushed by a stampeding mob flat against the steel gates could kill us. Think about the weight and force of each individual altogether. Collectively they could squeeze the bejeezus out of me. Luckily, all the bouncers were trained to react immediately to an uprising of that kind. They immediately lashed out their wooden rattan sticks and motioned to smack anyone who tried to move towards the gate. The bouncers were shouting at the mob ordering all to sit, instead of standing and losing balance. There was a guy who passed out because of dehydration and was lying on the ground infront of the gate, face as pale as the moon, a cameraman from ABS taking a situation shot of the ruckus and the guy on the ground. The crowd shouting at the bouncers and at me and Chuck. Man, it was all fucked up. It was so intense… that it would just take a few seconds for us to be crushed to death. Chuck asked the bouncers at the gate opening to let us in, and luckily we got inside in no time. There. At least we were safer behind the steel gate. Chuck wanted to look for the bouncer who helped us get through to express our gratitude, however he was outside. Nevermind, that would be suicide. A few minutes later, Rowell came limpingly trudging towards the ticket booth, and handed over 2 backstage IDs.

He said to me; “I was calling your cellphone but you weren’t answering it, I wanted to meet you guys nalang at the back gate, so you wouldn’t have to go through all of that…” What kind of idiot would pull out his precious cellphone for a call while being surrounded by a wild mob?

Timing sucks but at least we made it.

{ Currently listening to: } Talunan by Piyesa

{ Currently watching: } myself

{ I Feel: } okay

Written by domz at 05:28 PM.

Comments Included:

domz
203.215.117.48
Comment posted on September 15th, 2005 at 04:40 AM
“actually he’s an a**hole. letting ourselves cross that stupid crowd. that was pretty dumb. hehe…”

chipesterkhan
210.5.121.190
Comment posted on November 17th, 2005 at 09:12 AM
“Chuck is the coolest Asshole ever!!! wehehehe”

August 26, 2005

6am.

I sat lazily on the chair of my workstation, which is almost conveniently hidden from the sight of other people on the 7th floor of the building I worked in. In front of me glared the screen of the black monitor and my desk that is almost bare except for a whiteboard, the teleset, an eraser, a pen and my red coffee mug. With a relaxed movement I gently picked up my mug and took a small sip of coffee. It wasn’t hot anymore. I wished I could feel the burning sensation on the tip of my tongue. The coffee at work tasted bad. Really, really bad. If only the pantry served latte. Behind me is a sliding window, and if peeked between the blinds, one could see a partial view of the Makati skyline, with the early sunshine glimmering against windows, traffic building up in an intersection of the Ayala avenue. I admit, the view beyond the window was the only thing keeping me sane during work, since the coffee tasted really bad. Opposite to me is the workstation of my boss Franco, he isn’t there though… maybe he went out for a break, or maybe taking a call of another associate whose customer asked for a supervisor. The whole production floor is filled with the echoes of muttering voices of people busy taking calls, conversing with people from the other side of the world. I could hear Mike, my co-worker in the next workstation arguing over fees. It is chaotic. It is irritating.

I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind off of traumatic thoughts of phone conversations with really rude people. How I wish I could be rude also. That would be nice. Retribution is oftentimes satisfying. As I kept my eyes closed, the muttering seemed to increase in volume, louder even with a headset covering both my ears… much more louder…my ears were ringing this time… Louder… All voices booming recklessly into the ear tunnels… and more Louder…

Silence.

All of a sudden, every voice and every noise quickly disappeared. With my eyes closed, my thoughts lingered on nothingness and deadly silence. I opened my eyes curiously wondering why everything turned quiet in an instant. I noticed that the computer screen in front of me turned dead blank. A Blackout? It seemed not. The pale white light emitted by the fluorescent bulbs shone brightly above. I could hear the faint eerie buzz and flicker from the bulbs amongst the awful dead silence. I stood up to see above and beyond my hidden workstation to see what happened… Why is it so damn quiet? My jaw dropped in disbelief… the whole floor was empty… everyone mysteriously disappeared. Where is everybody?

Hurriedly I turned to the teleset to put myself in break. The damn thing is dead. I took off my headset and left my station. I marched towards the door looking around. Nobody seemed to be hiding or what not. Everything stood still.

The door creaked, as it swung open by itself before I could touch the doorknob. Beyond the door was the elevator facade. As I walked through into the room, I realized it was empty, the locker cabinets and even the security guard… gone.

Ding.

One of the elevator’s door opened and I walked in slowly. My heart beat cowardly at every step I made. As I turned around inside the elevator to face the door… then it shut itself immediately. The lights went out. Everything went pitch black. The elevator shook and gestured a movement heading down then afterwards halted to a stop. The door slid to open and bright light blasted towards me from the outside. I covered my eyes with the back of my hands to adjust from the excruciating light…and slowly stepped out of the elevator.

My sight adjusted with the light in a few moments and I found myself in the middle of Buendia avenue, in front of the building I worked in. As usual, the street was empty. No vehicle at sight. Everything was still as a photograph except for a mysterious fog that floated creepily everywhere. I started walking and headed eastwards to Ayala avenue. The mist clouded my view of the distance but I can still see slight vividly. It was terribly cold and even with a coat on, I felt a tingling sensation along the back of my spine. No breeze. No wind. No sun. Just the dead cold feeling as if one was locked up in a freezer.

It was so silent that I could only hear each of my footsteps as I trotted in the middle of the street. Upon reaching the intersection of Ayala Avenue, I stopped and saw the dead stoplight and a black crow perching above it. The only moving thing at the moment. Its lifeless black eyes gave a cruel gaze at me. As I approached nearer, the crow flapped its wings and gave a silent squawk, then immediately took off without hesitation, disappearing above into the mist. I turned right and walked along Ayala avenue.

Suddenly a faint set of footsteps echoed against the silence. This time it wasn’t mine. I looked back to see if someone was behind me, saw nothing but the road slowly being eaten up by a thick gray fog. I doubled my pace and walked a bit faster as fear thumped inside my chest. The anonymous footsteps increased in volume and sounded as if someone was getting close… behind my back.

I walked much faster.

Another mysterious set of footsteps joined the current one. The intervals of each step sounded that they too have increased in speed. It sounded like they were after me. I walked much further trying to get away from the haunted footsteps, the view in front of me was nothing but an empty road and buildings along it that looked empty.

Damn. Where is everybody?

This time the footsteps increased in number every second, and sounded like a crowd marching up behind me. My heart beat faster and harder. I turned around and walked backwards just to see what was behind me while continuing to move away from the creeping fog. I was shocked to see dark silhouettes of people walking within the fog. And each shadow of a person’s head gleamed a set of red eyes.

I turned around again and ran madly.

The footsteps behind me increased as I ran reaching Paseo de Legaspi. To my left was the monument of Ninoy, and as I passed by it, his head turned at me and showed an evil grin.

I closed my eyes and continued to run.
Ring. Ring.

“Uhh..Yes?”

“Auto-in na po…”

“Ah thanks.”

Woke up and found myself in front of my workstation desk. People chattering and murmuring in the background. Mike still arguing with one of his callers. Franco still not at his desk. Back to work.

Damn.

Coffee doesn’t seem to keep me awake nowadays.

{ Currently listening to: } Bullshit.

{ I am reading: } Bullshit’s money

{ Currently watching: } and playing Silent Hill.

{ I Feel: } sleepy

Written by domz at 11:33 PM.

5pm.

I woke up utterly disillusioned to reality. As I got off from bed, my head throbbed not in pain, but in blank and loathsome hysteria. I was in agony. I realized that I didn’t have a good dream, in fact I could not recollect if I ever had a good dream the past few weeks. Waking up with a numb headache. Waking up and getting off at the wrong side of the bed…well actually, I can only get off at one side.

I have developed a bad habit. It may as well contribute to my newfound travesty of waking up always in a mood of indifference. That habit is getting in front of the mirror and staring at my face with disgust. Disheveled hair, creases that would ultimately develop into wrinkles, skin that has been bombarded with endless acne, facial hair that seems to grow even while I shave, and dominantly, a set of troubled and tired eyes…eyes that has witnessed a lot of my unbecoming sanity. Sometimes I wish I could reach into the mirror and strangle the reflection of myself.

Then a cup of hot coffee becomes a mediator of the agitation between my conscious and subconscious self. I stand in the balcony sipping the vile concoction. At the first sip my mind goes blank, and when the cup is half empty, I begin thinking again… and the first thought always goes; what should I do now?

Then I try to remember all the things I have to do, and the things I started doing but left unfinished. The frustration begins to creep into my mind. So many things to do, so little time. I may have finished some things, but most are still left pending. Worse, I start taking more tasks and pile them up in my growing list of the unfinished. I can’t help it, I even try to do so many things at the same time, multitasking they say, but unfortunately I still get stuck leaving them undone.

At the end, I end up losing my mind.

9am.

At the end of my so-called day, I would try to sleep amongst thoughts of unfinished business. It would be a fruitless battle with insomnia by walking in circles, reading a book, playing playstation games on my PC until I tire my brains out.

Then the cycle begins.

{ Currently listening to: } nothing

{ I am reading: } nothing

{ Currently watching: } nothing

{ I Feel: } confused

Written by domz at 08:15 PM.

It was 7:30 in a drizzling evening of rain and I was walking glumly as usual while on the way to work just along Buendia Avenue, when a little girl around 10 years of age pranced gently towards me, called me “kuya.”

I slowly motioned to a halt when I caught the sight of her. She had an innocent look on her face and sad eyes, and seemed to be timidly wanting to say something. It took a moment before she began to speak up shyly…

Kuya, tulong naman po, kailangan lang po namin ng pamasahe. Malayo kasi uwian namin, nasa Malanday pa po, kahit barya lang po…please…

I noticed she was with her mother and younger siblings also seeking money from passerbys, they looked tired and weary from struggling, not to get wet from the rain.

Now every single day I come across beggars and drifters seeking alms during my commutes to work or home. They may be different individuals but most of them looked quite similar in appearance, dressed in rags or overused clothes, a distinct odor of not having a bath for a period of time, or even worse, a very filthy presence… and I oftentimes ignore them with apathy under the impression that they just abuse their state of beggarhood and not even try something significant that could change their own lives.

Yet what intrigued me was that they looked different, they wore clean clothes, had the presentable appearance of a typical middle class family, looked very much healthy and vibrant looking. In other words, not the typical beggar outlook. I began to wonder why.

My curiosity became tainted with suspicion contradicting with worry. Manila is a vast haven of weird and unpredictable people, am I letting myself be scammed into a trap by conniving but convincing con-artists? Should I be hostile? Should I walk away with ignorance?

But I also took pity and worry for their disposition. What if they lost their money? What if they were robbed? What if she’s telling the truth? It would affect my conscience dearly if I didn’t show a hint of empathy or even just try to help.

All these thoughts spun inside my head discordantly in a split second, awaiting my incoherent judgement…balancing on a thin thread thru a gamble. Decision, decision… what to do, what do…

A patted my pockets and searched for spare change, but failed…

…immediately I pulled out my wallet took out a hundred peso bill, and handed it over absent-mindedly to the little girl.

I turned away immediately and left…

thinking…

A hundred bucks is way too much…

…but I hope it would be enough for them to get home…

As I walked farther away, amongst the utter chaos of noise from vehicles, voices, raindrops and such along Buendia Avenue, I heard a faint “Salamat po…”

{ Currently listening to: } Raindrops

{ I am reading: } Farewell to arms by E Hemingway

{ I Feel: } blank

Written by domz at 06:28 AM.

Somewhere in Baclaran…

Me: Uh bos, may red casing ba kaso ng Nokia 6230?

Tindero: Eto o… (presents a casing)

Me: Uh, eto lang ba? Wala kayong mas lighter sa kulay na to?

Tindero: Wala.

Me: Ah ok, Sige lang po. Tenks…

Tindero: (Sarcastic) Eh di, anong kulay nyan?

Me: Uh..ano po?

Tindero: (Sarcasm stressed) Anong kulay nyan? Diba pula?

Me: (Thinking: Tangna, Gago to ah) Hinde ah, “Maroon” yan..

Tindero: (scratching his head) ahh…

hehe…

Sometimes it pays to defend yourself with knowledge.

{ I Feel: } weird

Written by domz at 10:15 PM.

Back from home.

My sanity has been reborn during my few days visit back home. At first I thought I was dreaming, I felt like kissing the ground soon after I stepped out of the airplane but I didn’t…it would be quite unusual and hilarious. Tacloban changed just quite a bit with new establishments and some improvements. What interestingly bedazzled me was to see the faces of some close friends and family, faces I have not seen for almost a year. Almost everywhere I go, I see familiar faces of people I have known for quite a while or briefly. Most of them asking, “hi! where have you been?” or smiling back with a hello gesture. Yes, the city is so small, that almost everyone knows everyone, that gossips are deadly and contagious, that getting from one point to another doesn’t take more than an hour.

The Pintados grand parade looked the same as usual. The streets filled with people and mostly looked like a mess. I walked under the scorching heat of the sun from the People’s center to the downtown area. Beads of sweat trickled on my face while I scurried against the traffic of people on the sidewalks. It was quite a hassle moving about, but I was extremely happy to know I was home again.

Spent the nights with either beer or coffee. Sleep was almost impossible due to restlessness and my newfound habit of being up all night and being asleep all day.

I was also able to spend time with my little princess Andrea. She has grown quite a bit since I last saw her in March. It was quality time. The poor kid doesn’t see me or her mom everyday. A guilt that burdens my heart everytime.

Meeting up with friends was something I looked forward to during my stay, catching up on what has transpired during my absence. Laughs here and then, and stories about nonsense.

My four day visit back home seemed so fast. There were still a lot of things I wanted to do, places I wanted to go, people I wanted to see. But then, time isn’t just enough nowadays.

I took the bus going back home, that way I could have enough money to buy some pasalubong and waste time on thinking and planning what to do next. I also had so much baggage going back, had to bring some stuff that I left behind with Simon. So it was ideal to just take a bus.

Right now, its raining cats and dogs here in my home in Moonwalk. Feeling a bit groggy after almost a day of sleeping. A cup of coffee in one hand, a stick of cigarette in another. My eyes stare blankly into nothingness as the sound of raindrops splatter against the tiled floor. My mind reminisces about those few days back home. My conscience feels fulfilled yet bothered… there is something missing…

…Oh shit, I left P200 worth of Binagol in the bus.

Argh.

{ Currently listening to: } those damn airplanes again

{ I Feel: } sad

Written by domz at 08:37 PM.

I was able to get out of the smoke and dust in Makati and take a breath of fresh air, aroma of green leaves and other forms of vegetation in Fontana leisure park, in Clark Pampanga. The company I work for had set up a big and expensive overnight party for almost all its employees. It was fun and exciting to all those who attended, villas to stay in, catered food, free entrance to the water rides and pool, Parokya ni Edgar performing, but for chrissakes, just two glasses of free beer.

However, I wasn’t able to catch the band perform nor had taken a dip in their pool. I was too ignorant for that and just stupidly went with Macky my teammate, and headed directly to our villa.

Hard.

Man, the guys and gals of our account began drinking hard liquor. I started to drown myself with rhum, then gin-pomelo, then some brandy, then some beer, then more gin-pomelo then lastly more beer, until I fucked up…. passed out.

I have no idea what happened after that. All I remembered was shouting cheers and talking nonsense. A lot of us were out in the middle of the street drinking like there was no tomorrow, I passed out and lay my head on Elaine’s shoulder. Minutes after that, I remembered getting up and running to the front entrance of our villa and barfing like hell. I literally threw up my dinner.

Then falling on my bed.

Blackout.

I woke up this morning wearing shorts. They took off my pants while I was dead drunk. Spent the morning at the back of the villa, underneath a mangrove with Macky and Atty, talking about ridiculous stuff like the “Sound of Music.” It was warm and sunny with the cool breeze blowing at our faces. Macky and I took silent breaks in between our conversations just to listen to the rustling of the leaves and chirping and singing of the birds. Something we rarely experience nowadays. It was absolutely beautiful.

Someday. I’ll be back.

{ Currently listening to: } Sounds of Nature

{ I am reading: } Dummy’s guide to consuming large quantities of diff alchohol

{ I Feel: } wasted

Written by domz at 06:13 PM.

Nuno Bettencourt is a God. A Guitar God.  No question about it. He made a spectacular performance with his band the “Near Death Experience” in a Washburn guitar clinic held in the Yupangco main office, which luckily turned out to be a mini-concert. I have known the existence of this guitar icon since high school, he’s the long haired dude with black polished fingernails playing the guitar and singing with Gary Cherone

in the music video of “More than Words” back in their “Extreme” days. He’s not that known to common folks but to musicians in the world over, he is rather notoriously known for playing fast progressive arpeggios thru his guitar solos. Listen to old Extreme albums and you’ll get what I mean. The guitar solos I love most is in Extreme’s “Hip Today” and his single “Midnight Express.”

Before the clinic started, we (Jeanpaul, Bebs, Chip and I) had to wait for at least 3 hours standing infront of the back entrance (we had to be early so we can get seats near the stage), our legs were aching and we began craving to go outside for a smoke but unable to because of the risk of losing our places. The waiting area suddenly became jampacked, then people and musicians of all sorts popped out of nowhere. Amongst us were some musicians of famed pinoy bands, some music ethusiasts, some guests and some fans, all there just to see Nuno perform…for free.

Yes it was free. It made our legs ache, but it was worth it. It could be the last chance to see Nuno up close and in person…and see him show his licks.

After the show, we became exhausted but fulfilled. Nuno never did let us down that night.

Nuno is a God. A guitar god.

{ Currently listening to: } Nuno Bettencourt

{ I Feel: } rejuvenated

Written by domz at 06:38 AM.

Jeanpaul arrived from Tacloban yesterday and luckily in perfect timing it was my dayoff so I was able to go along with him. After a grueling afternoon in Megamall and later in Cubao, hopping from one music shop to another, we had a few beers in his cousin Cliff’s place, then later on headed to see what was going on in Mayrics around 10:30pm. The place was jampacked, oozing with cigarette smoke everywhere, heavily stenched with alcohol, and in some instances funked with human sweat. But it was cool. Better than the hostile crowds we have been in other places. In order to get in we had to shoulder a hundred-fifty bucks each for a bottle of beer inclusive, so we could watch a band called Spongecoke or cola something, and in a few minutes later realizing that we began sweating as though we were in the Sahara, having nothing to sit on, no table to put our bottles atop on, and even no space at all just to have a good look at the performers on stage. Dang. We shoulda been early. So we went

outside for “some” fresh air. We only spent an hour, mostly outside, and later on decided to head home. So much for the hundred-fifty bucks.

{ Currently listening to: } nothing

{ I am reading: } nothing

{ Currently watching: } nothing

{ I Feel: } blank
Written by domz at 12:13 PM.