Connecting People In A Way Nokia Couldn't Imagine

i learned a couple of nice things the past two days.

first, friday night. spent with bug and a friend i haven't seen in a long time. we ate at chef d'angelo in galleria, and even tho i promised myself i won't spend too much on food because i had to save money, i trashed that idea in a heartbeat the moment i stepped in the yellow-walled, italian-themed, and chicken a la pestoed (wtf) sanctuary. my only regret was not ordering for another serving.

my pesto-induced high slowly made its descent after dinner at starbucks podium when i started to draft my resumé. i never knew it would be that difficult and that depressing. i had bug, my friend, and lappie helping me out, but it took us close to two hours just thinking of my objective. i didn't write any achievements since i don't think conduct awards from elementary counted. i replaced work experience with volunteer work, and having the words 'unenrolled' and 'undergraduate' in the education section didn't at all look very appealing. and i don't even know what i should write in the cover letter. sigh.

after around two hours of ass torture being seated, we decided to just be content with the three fourths of a page resumé we managed to squeeze out from my poor little bwain, and just walk around podium before it closes. we dropped by national bookstore and checked out this nifty creative photography book, X. it featured different models and celebrities like judy ann santos, mylene dizon, angel aquino, donita rose, and many other beautiful people in very ethereal and dreamy settings. i'm seriously thinking of getting a copy.

around 10PM, we decided to go homeward bound, but the rain (loved as it was) still wouldn't let up. good thing it was falling light enough for us to get to crossing without being too soaked, so we decided to trudge it.

we were about halfway already when my feet started screaming for bloody release. and i was hugging my backpack with lappie inside for dear life. i could already feel the impending sniffles rising to my nostrils, but still we trudged on.

a blurry 45 minutes after and i found myself at home in my room, literally falling on the messy bed like the proverbial tree, not caring if there was a stalagmite growth in there somewhere ready to impale my rain-shimmered body. apparently there wasn't because i woke up an hour after to the sound of my mobile phone bleep-bleeping. it was bug telling me he just got home, and it was murder getting there. i replied with a promise of hugs, kisses, and a call in the morning, and i drifted back to sweet, wet, and my blissfully sore oblivion...

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saturday morning i was feeling better. woke up around 11 to the smell of sinigang na baboy. i got up, took a bath, ate my lunch, and texted a friend about the comics seminar we were attending at 1 o'clock in megamall.

we were a half hour late but it was ok i guess. the writers presented really nice (fuck adjectives, my nose is running like heff) lectures, especially mr. vin simbulan and mr. jamie bautista. altho i was a bit disappointed kuya carl wasn't there. oh well.

the thing that stuck to my mind the most from the lecture was what mr. simbulan said: that writing, either for yourself or for an audience, creates a connection. and i realized it does. especially now that i've been blogging a lot. and even tho i write mostly for myself, i still want to establish that connection. everyday i try to do something different, something significant, or at least something out of the routine with my life so i can write about it at the end of the day -- not so much as i want to feel self-important or egocentric, but more of a motivation for me. to live life, and to live life my way. to live life differently. to make sure i'm always following my heart, come what may. for good or bad, it's my decision to make, it's my life to live.

and the good thing about having my thoughts on cyberspace is that maybe, MAYBE in a very slim, somewhat remote way, it makes some sort of a difference to a little flicker of life somewhere in the vastness of cyberspace. just as some of the blogs i've encountered touched me and made a difference in me, one way or another.

the sense of victory that gives... just makes me want to wake up the next day, even if sometimes i'm feeling all beaten up and badly bruised.

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but goddamnit all to hell, right now i want to tear my friggin' nose off. i HATE having a cold.