In pursuit of a Muse

Beauty depends on size as well as symmetry. No very small animal can be beautiful, for looking at it takes so small a portion of time that the impression of it will be confused. Nor can any very large one, for a whole view of it cannot be had at once, and so there will be no unity and completeness.  Aristotle

Today I’m yours.
A slave to your command.
A joker at the Kings court.
Noah’s white dove.
The priest at the confession box.
A lullaby at night.
A bonfire by the beach.
Cold spring water after a long day.
Favorite pillow.
Pepperspray.
A shadow.

What else could you ask for?

Eyes pulsating, heavy head, nearness to yawn or not, tears about to fall(okey that may be too much),are only a few things I experience after office. For me to get home; I ride the Metro Train, most of the time, to head to my destination faster. But everything has its own price to pay. Hence, I’d like to give an overview about my usual experiences each time I aboard the train.
Its starts with purchasing a ticket, if ever you don’t have the stored value ticket with you. During rush hours there would be around 20 to 25 people all lined up just to purchase. After purchase, here is where the real battle begins. Before reaching the turnstile, around 120(if you’re lucky) to 200 people from work line up to pass thru it. Tiny steps until you reach it. You’ve got to shove your arms so no one cuts in line. The idiom breathing at your neck becomes an actual act. You need to learn how to comtrol your breathing not to inhale other people’s scent, unless you enjoy it as some studies say.When you finally reach the turnstile, you got to open your bag and have it inspected by the guards. The inspections were implemented, since the bombing a few years ago by terrorists.
Upon reaching the platform, you’d be sorrounded by dozens of others waiting for the arrival of the next train. The first couch of the train is reserved for women (we still are a conservative race), elderly, and sick people. So if you’re a woman, and lining up at the other couches, it’s like granting a rape for all pass. Not that we deliberately bump women, but when the pushing and shoving escalates we’re mere pawns to the moving crowd. You could enter the train without your will when this happens. A friend told me once that she felt like a top spinning as the crowd pushed thru the train doors. Once inside the train, the only space that separates you with the other is an inch or so breathing space. So if you’re not lucky enough, you’d end up sniffing the nape of the one in front of you. What’s worse is when you accidently brush your body, or arms to a sweaty fellow alongside. Worst is, you’re literally leaning to another sweaty guy with body odor. Reminds me of a scene in the movie, Along came Polly, wherein Ben Stillers face got rubbed to his opponent’s sweaty and hairy chest at a basketball game. The world in slow motion as you shiver and try to forget such incident. Then he smiles at you. The prick just smiled. Meaning to say he deliberately wants you to catch his sweat. The chattering of the people continues…
As each station pass, the crowd thins up and you’d begin to feel the cold air from the aircon. The drama is there’s always hope in every situation. When you alight the train, you’d feel such great accomplishment having to go through all those mishaps.
Wait. What’s that smell? Oh its my almost dry sleeve rubbed at another sweaty guy. I can’t smell this way when I ride a cab home? Hell, yeah!

Thanks for the support I’m the 390th blogger at blogtoplist.com. Never thought anybody reads my stuff.

I got really nothing interesting to blog about. So I’m having a hard time thinking about a topic (there goes my creativity). I’ve been into this free MMORPG game r-fate, and since then, it took all my attention and social life away. But I had a few good times this past week or so. We dined at Bellinis Italian Restaurant and enjoyed their exquisite food. Located at the Marikina Shoe Expo in Cubao. The ambience is Italian, with a few traces of Filipino (autographed plates, table cloths, to name a few). Italians really love to eat. Their serving are intentionally made for a group. So in order not to order food we could not finish, we decided just to order Bellinis Special Pizza and their House iced tea. The pizza was incomparable to other commercial pizzas, it has a personal homey taste. Makes you think they really spent sometime preparing it. If you like it quite spicy, they got an olive oil containing spices to pour at your pizza. Mouthwatering as I’m banging the keyboard and just reminiscing the experience. I’ve dined at a few Italian restos and it always makes me worry what happens to my stomach after all those sour servings. But with Bellinis, it’s not too sour, I assure you it’s something your twiddle tummy could manage and your taste buds would  certainly enjoy. Their house iced tea is a drink I’ll never forget in this lifetime. It’s superb. Believe me. When you order drinks, this is a must! We ended the experience with a shot of complimentary red wine. BAM! This must be a dream. Come the cost of the experience? Let’s say you probably need only a couple of hundred or so for each person. It’s so cheap compared to other restos or pizza place at that. Quote me on this, go to Bellinis if ever you get to stoll at Cubao to watch live PBA or shop at Gateway. It’s an experience worth a lifetime.

For a minute, I think my RPG character is in a battle. See you guys!

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I had the opportunity this morning to watch Steve Jobs launch Apple’s newest baby, the iPhone, and Apple TV, at Macworld via streaming video. I won’t bother to write something about the apple TV, doesn’t interest me quite a bit. It’s still basically the same TV, same shows-same content. Why bother? I’m not a big tech fun, however when something this big comes along, it’s pretty outrageous not to take a closer look at it. I was fascinated with the noise it garnered everywhere. And I mean every where: RSS Feeds, blogs, TV, etc. If you came from the ends of the earth and have no idea on what I’m blabbing about, it’s as simple as these: iPod, cellphone, OSX widgets and software, 2MB camera, Safari web browser (I hope they placed an option for the Firefox), all rolled into one. What’s fascinating is the way you scroll…Wait a minute. I’m a few inches away from being considered an iPhone salesman prick. Bummer. Just go to their site and watch the Keynote address and the iPhone introduction then get back to this blog. Whew.

So okey these guys created, yet again, a new and fascinating handheld device to cater to everyones fast phased lifestyle, with vanity in consideration, I think it looks pretty well. What a fortune it would cost coming from Apple? My jaw dropped. It just costs $499 for a 4G unit and $599 for an 8G unit. So cheap considering its capabilities. The iPod costs around $399 according to them. So when iPhone comes out, the hundred dollar difference would certainly affect the sales of the iPod. I think, probably, the iPod would be so much cheaper when iPhone is already in the market. Ola!

Here’s something to think about. There’s a reason why some of the other manufacturers didn’t lean on the scroll touch screen and still settled for the old school keypad or stylus(wyuck!As Jobs placed it), it’s because, the typical phone keypad is "user friendly" even to visually impaired people. Ok the touch screen emits the standard sound for the numbers(sorry I dunno what it’s called), but is that the be all end all in the tech path?

It was 11:30pm and my eyes were so droopy from the sleep I need. I usually tumble and turn in bed to find that perfect position to make me relaxed and lead me to a good night sleep, but not not that evening. As soon as my back hit the bed, I felt relaxed and my mind began to wander. Half-asleep half-awake, with eyes closed, I saw a figure of an old man in kamisa chino and khakis, ten feet away from me. He was strolling in pitch darkness relaxed in his every stride. I began to wonder what makes this old man enjoy his strolling? Little by little he began to leave me behind. His relaxed mood was so infectious that I wanted to know this old man. So I decided to approach  him to resolve my curiosity. As I was closing the gap between him, I realised that I know this old man! He’s my Uncle Simeon. I inched my way closer to him untl we were face to face. I asked where was he going? He just gave me an honest endearing look. I decided to open my eyes, grabbed my phone and consult the time. Only a couple of minutes after I laid down. I logged the time on my phone and prayed for my Uncle until I slept.

The following morning at breakfast, I old the story to my parents. My father’s eyes were sad as they listened in awe, for they’ve been visiting uncle Simeon at the hospital for quite sometime now and was getting worse day by day. I’m not that type of person who bottles up things that’s playing on my head so I blurted it out,"Papa, I think uncle Simeon may already be dead. I may be wrong, which should be much better. But I hope you won’t get mad at me by saying it this early." He nearly choke to his food and just nodded. My mama was close to tears.

At the office I received an emergency call from my mama informing me that uncle Simeon passed away last night at around 10:30 in the evening.

Like a shooting star– it comes without warning. Glance at its beauty for a few seconds and it’s gone. My condolences…

A woman walking across the sidewalk saw a guy heading her way. They suddenly stare at each other’s eyes; hearts skipped faster, and breathe fell shorter. The world stood still as they face each other, like a coyote staring at its fresh meat prey. Without holding back, they let go of their emotions and passionately kissed.

This is a common scenario on film or at any boob tube toothpaste ad. It’s unexpectedly meeting a person waltzing towards you and sweeping you off your feet. A connection neither of you could explain. Simply put: she’s the one you’ve been waiting for, all your life. Your soulmate.

I would no longer delve deeper to the spiritual side of it. So I posted at the bottom other sites that tackle more on that subject. What I would like to babble about is the bliss we get from it. For those of you who hate mushy stuff, prepare to squirm.

I get to have the privilege of being a part of a few outstanding relationships.
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Thank you for sharing your time
For lending your ear during my distressful moments
For being patient with my mood swings
For tucking me warm and away from insecurities

Thank you for the countless bottles of beer
For the round the clock text messages of sweet nothings
For confiding your secrets while shedding a few tears
For taking the effort to show at my doorstep chirpy

Thank you giving me a second look
For making my nights preoccupied by your scent
For making me appreciate what I have
For showing me another chapter of my shrewdness and bull-headedness

Thank you for the wound you afflicted me
For opening my eyes from the hazy reality world of mine
For taking an extra effort for us to be back together
For swallowing your precious pride

I thank myself for not giving up
For trying to look at the brighter side
For not losing hope in life
For being alive.

Thank you. Thank me. Thank all.

Looking back
A few things were running through my head as the clock approached the eve of a new year. Questions such as; What is the worth of the past year? Were there any circumstances that came to be a turning point in my life? Am I a better person now compared to a year ago? It felt like an examination of conscience, but on a very much lighter manner or approach. Upon doing it, I began to appreciate what the Lord has offered me. It sums up as follows; I got a little more dedicated to my craft, put a halt to a six-year relationship, started writing again, met tremendous people, was nurtured by friends in my lowest ebb, I began to recognize my hearts frailty…

Heading forward
I spent the early days of the year afflicted with colds and drowsiness. My credit statement was nowhere to be found. My dog still trembles from the slightest sound of firecrackers.A shortage of underpants…

What an exciting year ahead.

It’s three days before Christmas and I haven’t heard yet if my boss has
already approved of my vacation leave. See, I got plans. Yes, same
things I do during ordinary days: eat, sleep, tv, be drunk and
hopefully get laid. So you’re thinking "What the hell is so special
about taking a vacation leave from work this season?" Aside from doing
it for a week straight I got buffers to back up those wicked habits. I
imagine lying on the sofa, half-sleep half-awake, a slight hang over
inkling while Conan O’Brien babble replays cranks to catch my
attention. That’s a good vacation. C’mon judge me. Boring? Perhaps. But
I easily get satisfied with simple things in life, as long as I’m with
people I truly dear. Could Christmas pass without a wishlist? Here are
mine…
Mon’s holiday (delusional)wishlist
10. A Nora Aunor shirt (signed is optional)
9. A chance to throw Howard Stern over the San Juanico Bridge
8. A beat role in one of Roi Vinzons movie
7. Have a  [read more]