I am no one at all

July 1, 2008

Shit

sobrang dami
nakakasusulasok
nakababagot
nakaiinis

kung ganoon lang
pinaalam na sana
at nang ‘di nagisip
at nang ‘di na nagparaya

ang buhay ay ‘di pabula
na parang bahay-bahayan
na maaring ipagpaliban
pag pagod o pagal na

ang di ko mawari
ay ang ideya
na sa ganito lamang pupunta
ang telenobela.

Scaring the Scary

Some people feel the need to shout to emphasize a point. Whenever I am faced with similiar predicaments, I always maintain a calm manner with regard to dealing with the issue. I am an advocate of the hey-let’s-talk-calmly-and-fix-this-skirmish-diplomatically school of thought.

But I suppose this doesn’t work for most people.

You see, some are brought up where my method is so non-existent, so much so that they never learned how to use it, or never experienced it that they don’t know how to deal with it. They sometimes misread my calmness for a sort of apathy on my part. Truth being told, I stay calm because shouting is too telenovela-ish. Not cool.

I have this (non-romantic) friend who I visited just recently. He is a big shot at some transnational bank. He is a tetragenarian. Anyways, his mom was also there, we ate lunch, us three, and then we left his house to accompany him to his facialist (yeah, you heard it right).

While we were in the car, he said that I should’ve said goodbye to his mom before we left, that it is common courtesy. Moreso, he went through this litany of friends who say goodbye to his mom when they leave his house, how his mom’s days are numbered, that we should recognize that and so on…

I told him, sure. I apologised for not knowing better since we don’t really do that from where I came from. I told him that I will do it next time but he doesn’t have to obsess about the issue since I can’t leave his house twice in ten minutes.

By that I meant that if he wants to know if it’ll happen again, i.e. me just leaving w/o saying goodbye, he would have to wait for the next instance where his mom is there and we are about to leave. I pick up things fast, and I am not very fond of being spoon-fed. I told him that I already got his point, and he won’t have to hammer it any further. I just relayed what my common sense was telling me the whole time.

Then he snapped.

He told me that the point he’s making is something that everyone should know, that my parents are young and probably had a different set values. That what he’s teaching me are the values of the old. That the problem with a hyper-intellectual 23-year-old is the inevitable propensity to feel that he has thought about everything, that we don’t listen. 

All while shouting.

It grated to my ears. One thing so petty that warrants attacks on my family and upbringing? I went for the force majeure.

But I always try to give people the benefit of the doubt. I might just have bruised his ego with the kind of composure I showed. We are all human to begin with. So I maintained my bearing.

I told him,

“Let’s settle it. You told me that I should say g’bye to your mom whenever we’re gonna leave her. I get it. I told you that I got it so that you won’t have to hammer it anymore. By the scheme of things, I suppose you already know that I don’t like people getting redundant. I  am not upset at you, but I just wanna make it very clear, that I got your point, I feel it’s valid, and let’s just move on and talk about something more productive. You know me and how I deal with matters. Yes, you are 42, and I am 23. But if we will anonymously write down what we say on paper and make other people read it so check its plausibility, your level of credibility will be no different from mine. We both took logic in UP. You should know and act better than that.”

And then, Silence.

Dark

Filed under: Haikus, Lovelife...or the lack of it, Rantings, depression — Tags: — iamnooneatall @ 10:59 am
To float and to drift
seems to be thine destiny
Float, drift, then sink

Panawagan:

Filed under: Lovelife...or the lack of it, Rantings, Tagalog/Filipino Posts, The Past...My past — Tags: — iamnooneatall @ 10:19 am

Im single again, friggin totally single. So please ask me out.

 

Hahaha.

 

(I just have to learn how to laugh at it, besides, it’s as if i got a choice to begin with)

 

*buntong hininga*

I Feel Good

Filed under: Friendship, Lovelife...or the lack of it, Rantings, The Past...My past — Tags: , , , — iamnooneatall @ 9:46 am

I am happy that things are kind of working out for me this time. As the saying goes, if life gets so fucked up, when one is totally down, one has got nowhere to go but up.

I got a new job, and I think I’m gonna love it. Pay is better than good, people are nice to me, and alpha-male chauvinist pigs practically don’t exist. Sheer heaven.

My lovelife is non-existent, but nothing is perfect anyway. It’ll come when it comes. I have learned that I can’t force myself to have one, and I’ll just let destiny take its course. Besides, I won’t get rich with lovelife, unless I get a filthy rich danna , which is highly improbable.

I have a very caring foster family. My Tita Noemi loves me, along with my Tito Alvin. This will sound cheesy, but I just know in myself that I now have a family again. They are not perfect, but that doesn’t really matter at the end of the day. What matters is, I have people who love me unconditionally, and not because they can get or expect to get something from me. It is something new to me, but I feel good.

I feel good, and I wouldn’t mind to stay this way.

*smiles*

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P.S.

For those self-righteous Dr. Phil types, please dont fuckin’ send me AA-type privy messages. Try to feel good using somebody else. Good day.

He

Filed under: Lovelife...or the lack of it, Rantings, The Past...My past — Tags: , , , , , , , — iamnooneatall @ 9:45 am

I dont go for the dashing type. – I’d rather have one who is generically okay but has the potential to age gracefully. Emotionally, the guy has to know how to strike a balance between impulse and restraint. He has to be brutally transparent and blunt, as i am such myself. I dont intend to go for flings anymore, I’m just too busy to actually go through the chutzpah of the whole Dating-Wonderland-Limbo-Hell-Breakup-Bitterness-Recovery cycle over and over.

He doesn’t have to be filthy rich, but he has to have a stable and repectable disposition. He has to be living off his own money, and not be some spoiled brat but who’s got everything and whose everything is from his folks.

I want my guy to possess tact, he’s got to know when to the the right things, at the right time, in the right place, at the right manner.

I want a guy who has an extensive vocabulary, as it suggests that he reads a lot so that corollarily, he will have a lot of things to talk about. I want to him to have a knack with word choice `cause I don’t wanna marry a Miriam Defensor. He has to make sense with everything he says, or be funny beyond belief if he does not.

I need a guy who’s comfortable with himself, and not someone who expends more energy in trying to evade detection than in actually enjoying life.

I want a guy who I can be proud of, and in turn, can be proud of me.

I want him to have culture, depth of character. I want him to know history and the arts. I want to be able to just sit beside him, talk, learn, and ultimately feel that living ain’t as bad as they say on TV.

I am not a hopeless romantic, and I dont even dream of this kind of man. I don’t even know if he possibly exists, let alone available. Assuming such, I wouldn’t know if he will like me, aside from the fact that I may not even deserve him.

With this in mind, and along with my unevadable propensity to be utterly logical, I choose not to exert too much energy and spend too much time in trying to find him. I am not even waiting, at all, and in all honesty. But dont get me wrong, I do hope he’ll come, but I’ve already reached the point where I know that I won’t be incomplete if he doesn’t.

I have learned, albeit the hard way, that I could be happy AND single, but by no means will I deny that it wouldn’t hurt to be happier, an awful lot happier.

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P.S. I just felt that I had to post this entry in light of recent developments. LMAO

On Existence

Filed under: Lovelife...or the lack of it, Rantings — Tags: , — iamnooneatall @ 9:43 am

We all strive to find means to validate our existence. As to the exact nature of what those means are, largely depends on whatever abilities we happen to excel in, or in the worse cases, whatever we have left.

I came to this conclusion after someone asked me the proverbial question for the gazillionth time: “Bakit ka lagi mag-isa? (Why are you always alone?)” .

You see, I frequent a certain bar that’s frequented by P.L..U. (or P.L.M., depending on your “orientational” predisposition :P ).  People who go there usually come in droves, whereas I always go there alone. The bar is like a category C or D kind of place, and in keeping with my alma mater’s mentality, I love to go there.

I’m quite known there as the guy who is always alone, and a lot of people there often ask me why, possibly out of curiosity, or concern, or pity, or for the lack of a catchier pick-up line.

Then it was just recently that I asked myself, “Why are you indeed alone Carrie Bradshaw?”

At first, I had no idea on what to answer, then I tried to do some introspection.

One, I am the kind of guy who doesn’t really give a damn about anyone unless they, either directly or indirectly, affect my state of affairs.

Two, I am a guy whose attention span exceeds nothing but the length of a catterpillar. I can’t be in place, doing the same thing, for extended periods of time.

Three, my interests are way different than most people of my kind. Non-straight guys love talking about the latest tech stuff, their “karirs” , their sex lives… the mundane. I fall asleep everytime.

Now, given that and a number of other things, I realised that I am content with just being by myself. Not to imply that I hate company, but just to say that I don’t need to be around people, or be recognised by people, to feel alive.

Now figure out the rest.

Eagle Street

What’s hapening to you?

I know that my moral fiber
was made in China
but I try to
hold
on to it
as hard as I can.
Concupiscence
is an annoying fact of life but
I just have to go against it
because I have a fairly
good idea of what I
wanna be and I
have decided
to do all
possible
ways to
be like
that
someday.
Not for any goddamn
archaic, complex reason
Not for any sort of social
recognition, not for any
attempt at validation
but solely for the
fact that I am a
man who has
principles,
i will live
life with
those
by
my
side.

But I just went against one, and it feels so bad.

Further Down Eagle Street

Filed under: Lovelife...or the lack of it, Rantings, The Past...My past, depression — Tags: , — iamnooneatall @ 9:35 am
Will get through this
I know I will
When there is naught
Though time stands still

Finding meaning
in one mere tryst
shall be nothing
but one more heist

It might be true
but it is late
and wisdom’s rue
is not of faith

One could just heed
and hope in chance
and find some light
in this, this trance

Conscience, Limbo
Core in despair
Fears the morrow
and dest’ny’s fare

It might have led
it might have not
but hope has fled
this poor, sad lot.

Happiness nigh,
but right be done
Thy smile, goodbye
Lest all be gone.

The Last of Eagle Street

Filed under: Haikus, Lovelife...or the lack of it, Rantings, depression — iamnooneatall @ 9:22 am

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