espiritista

what is your idea of hell

a good friend of mine tried to be cute one time and told his date that his idea of hell was sitting on a chair, hands tied behind his back, watching ballet. the date was, to his surprise, a ballerina.

i can never stand the smell of burnt clutch in jeepneys and buses.

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going to the airport last sunday, i had the misfortune of flagging a cab who was stupid enough to get caught messing with the taxi meter. it was the old lefty trick, you know, he talks to you incessantly to sort of distract you. he constantly pulls down his left hand to touch something behind the left side of his seat. and voila! every time the meter changes you get increments of P5 and P10.

so i played the little manager who wants to screw his company but only if somebody was kind enough to give him a blank receipt. told the cabbie id gladly skim money off my company, but id rather not because if i got caught, my name's busted and i wouldn't find another job. point was this motherfucker plays by some rules.

so i had the good sense to read the newspaper as my own disguise, when in fact i was looking at the meter. when we stopped in an intersection, the meter flashed plus 10 bucks in two solid meters! so i told the cabbie the meter was freaking me out.

manong ambilis ata ng metro nyo

manong fumbles. a mabilis ba

oho manong kakapatak lang tapos lumampas ka lang sa pintura ng tawiran sampung piso na nadagdag.

manong scratches something. i didnt fucking care what it was he scratched.

to save him, i suggest something brilliant. manong ganito na lang. patayin mo na lang yang metro mo tapos bigyan na lang kita ng 250. ganun talaga binabayad ko sa mga taksi pag nagpapahatid ako sa airport. (actually, it's usually 300 from my house to the airport)

manong obliges me. and for the rest of the trip he was as meek as a lamb.

tang ina mo hayup kang drayber ka. kung hindi ko napansin yun aabot ng 400 metro mo.

in manila, of ten taxis i flag down, i will be extremely lucky if i could get 4 of them who will not make me go through hell like this. or its other cousin, contracting. Id much rather prefer commuting by bus or jeepneys. but then i hate the smell of burnt clutch linings.

Ah, life is not perfect.

posted by dyeproks @ 5:18 AM 1 comments

nanaginip ako

ng lumilipad na mga aso.

kahit kailan hindi ko naunawaan ang kahulugan ng guhit sa palad ko, kahit pa nag aral ako ng palmistry. siguro parang yung mga doktor na hindi kayang pakiramdaman ang sariling mga nararamdaman.

maulan nitong mga nakaraang araw. naalala ko lamang na sa baguio, napakalamig din ng mga patak ng ulan. parang galing sa ref.

ipinandidilig namin sa maseselang mga halaman ang tubig na galing sa ref. katulad ng ubas. minsa'y nagdala ng buto ng ubas ang tatay ko galing sa saudi at itinanim namin sa garden. tumubo iyon saglit. nagkausbong at nagkaroon ng ilang mga dahon. ngunit hindi ito namunga. matapos ang ilang linggo, kusa na ring natuyo. pinalitan namin ng ampalaya at upo.

namatay ang aso namin isang araw dahil sa katandaan. walang ingay na kamatayan. gumuhit sa aspalto ang kanyang laway.

gumuhit sa pisngi ng kapatid ko ang luha ng pagluluksa. habang hinuhukay namin ang mababaw na libingan, umaalimpuyo sa aking isipan kung paano natagpuan ko isang madaling araw ang tutang ito sa aming gate, pinadpad ng kanyang kawalan ng memorya kung saan talaga siya nakatira. kinupkop ko siya at pinahupa ang kanyang pag-iyak. anim na taon din namin siyang naging aso.

iyon ang huli kong kabutihang asal.

ngayon, isa na akong demonyong sinusurot sa panaginip ng mga asong lumilipad.

posted by dyeproks @ 10:41 PM 0 comments

while walking

830 am in Makati is walking time.

You notice that people walk indiffirent to each other, though you walk in the same direction. And there is nothing else to break the monotony than walking in step with a beautiful yuppy who's right next to your shoulder, when you have a five-minute chance to just walk without looking in front of you, but rather just look at HER.

Ah, what to do with five minutes?

You look at her and you make up stories in your head. You look at her and you try to interpret as close as possible the way that she sways her arms must mean she likes to have someone beside her. Or the way she puckers her lips before licking them probably says she's a water person who's up for some adventure. Or how she avoids the tile boundaries on the pavement when she walks betrays her latent insecurities.

Ah, signs. After all, really, these are just signs. Where is truth in all of these?

It is not beauty that's in the eye of the beholder, but signification.

posted by dyeproks @ 10:08 PM 2 comments