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Where’s The Party? I Want To Free My Soul..

February 13th, 2006 by epoyz

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weird this dream i had a few nights ago (yoda, ikaw ba yan?). i was chillin’ at my mom’s with my brothers and some of my friends, when all of a sudden a whole bunch of people from my past started arriving at the door one after the other. a lot of people that i have known a long time but i haven’t seen in a while kept coming, and i started to panic because i wasn’t prepared for a party. i was worried because aside from the fact that i have to make something to offer them, prepare refreshment and food and all that, i am fully aware that i haven’t talked to a lot of these people in a very long time and i knew i’d be talked out for all the catching up. the whole place was buzzing with all the people i know, i was whizzing in and out preparing chow and drinks but still a whole bunch of my old pals kept arriving. they were chatting with my brothers, my moms and my cousins and a lot of my relatives who also started to arrive. plus, i heard that my sister, who is in houston, was on her way. i was befuddled, perplexed, bemused, puzzled, flummoxed, discombobulated, nonplussed, confounded and mystified (ok i hit the thesaurus button there..) with all this sudden hullabaloo. what the hell is up? why the party?

you’d think it would get weirder when i started giving up on the drinks and food and just decided to chat with the peeps because i figured, what the hell, you guys just came barging in here unannounced i won’t be bustin’ my ass being your hostess and shit. but once i started trying to talk to my old college professor (my favorite, the one who looks like obet pagdanganan without the ‘tache) and he walked away from me, i finally had an inkling of what’s going on. so, just to make sure, i walked up to some of my old classmates. i started to joke around, trying to be funny and stuff, and they just kept chatting with each other. didn’t even look my way, so that confirmed it. i was having a bruce willis in sixth sense moment.

damn. so that’s how it felt to be in your own funeral.

when i go i will so gonna be flicking ears and pinching butts on my memorial service. papansin..

well, that was that, it was a weird dream, the regular variety, the usual same ol’ same ol’. i don’t think too much into it and don’t worry, i ain’t writing this one from the beyond or wherever. or am i?

i am so gonna get in trouble for that..

oh-kay..

you have to click on this: COME ON, CLICK IT!

people, please please please don’t sleep on the 20th anniversary of EDSA. listen to what this man is saying, because if we don’t find it in us to make some noise on this day, we might as well prepare a funeral for our country, our sense of worth, our pride and nationalism, and everything that we plan on passing to our children as filipinos. but if you’re planning to ship your whole family out of here, fuck it, never mind..

so, are we going to flock to edsa two weeks from now or what? at
least don’t sleep through it, boys and girls. remember, at the very least. we have to take the power
back. we need to be governed, not ruled, and it all starts from us
making the move. hell, this civil disobedience idea isn’t a bad one:
someone suggested that we can all just forget about paying our taxes
until the power is given back to the people. it shouldn’t come to crime
rates going up because more and more people are getting desperate, or
folks dying in stampedes because they cling on to a glimmer of hope for
a better life, because  the dream of buying your own house and car and a means to feed your family everyday is so bleak an image if you pin it on your
seven to nine job. i’m sorry but they keep telling me the economy is
doing good and the peso is gaining on the dollar, but why the fuck are
all the prices going up? why do they keep taxing my ass, why do people
i talk to keep complaining how it gets harder everyday to get through
with what they have? damn, if i’m feeling the scourge, what more the
less-fortunate? this country is fast becoming pro-rich and the rest of
us is just paying rent.and the motherfucking rent keeps going up,
dammit. and now if people want to complain they get their asses beaten,
too? what the fuck?

okay, okay, enough of that. i have to find something else to talk about, fast.

like a drug, this snack "boy bawang" finally got a hold of me. i’ve been hearing about this bag of bits of corn for some time now, but i refused to be hooked in the midst of all the rave reviews.. well, i got home late the other night, found six small packs lying around the table, settled in to watch some downloaded tv series episodes and ate from those little bags.

boy bawang is the shiznit!!

 

yesterday i found myself in a grocery aisle fiending for more boy bawang. was a bit amused to find that a lot of other imitators were thrown in there to dupe you into buying their corn bits. turns out there is an ongoing corn bits-war and now i’m buying into it. damn, all those garlic can’t be good for the breath, right? now i’m trying to stop but my snack stash just beckons at me to tear open one more pack, just that one last small bag of crunchy corn and fried garlic bits with iodized salt mixed into it. oh man, please give me the strength to stay away. i just think the packaging of boy bawang is key to all this: it’s small enough to make you feel not guilty for snacking on a small bag of corn bits, but it goads you into opening just one more to sate that longing. it’s just pure genius, i’m telling you..

i just breezed through 14 3rd season episodes of one tree hill in two days and now i’m a bit impatient for the next one which aired just last week. they don’t have a torrent for it yet, so.. just one of those things, you know? you guard yourself from being hooked on something, from "getting involved" or ’summat. you look into one episode, you get intrigued, now you’re fucked. you just have to see the next one, see how it all plays out for brooke and luke, and nathan and haley, and keith and karen and if whitey will ever win that championship. haaaay..

plus a lot of the songs that they play there are fly. if anyone out there has a copy of bethany joy lenz -galeotti’s "Preincarnate" limited cd please holla at your boy. thanks.

i meant to write something about kobe’s 81 points a few weeks ago but i failed to do so, instead i’m just inserting Flea’s blog entry about it.

 

ok, i’m going to sleep now.

"Tonight I’ll dream while i’m in bed
When silly thoughts go through my head
About the bugs and alphabet
And when I wake tommorow I’ll bet
That you and I will walk together again

I can tell that we are gonna be friends
Yes, I can tell that we are gonna be friends."

          - "We’re Going To Be Friends", The White Stripes from White Blood Cells

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