sadomasochist

i was browsing through a wedding cakes magazine and my eyes welled up. and no, it's not what you think.

things aren't always what we think.

sometimes you get so high on something you forget reality. like when you're in the beach, you lie down on a salbabida, you close your eyes and let the waves lull you to ecstasy. no little fishes that bite, no rocks or sea creatures that can prick your feet. you're having fun, and with the sun up so high you'd rather just close your eyes and take it all in. this is so perfect, what could go wrong? when you open your eyes you see you're so far out in the sea, so far from where you thought you were.

so you paddle back to shore. and if that ain't good enough, you get down from the salbabida and you kick hard.

you remember that once before, all you ever wanted was to get to the beach. that the beach itself was heaven, with all the rocks and fishes and creepy little things.

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and i know this metaphor sucks, but i wanted to tell you that i've come back to the beach, barefoot, humble and focused.

ideal can be real. we've proven that. i'm sorry i've been out to sea too long. i'm sorry i left you to deal with all the hard stuff while i basked in the sun.

give me one more chance to make it real.

sadomasochist

actually, it was jope who introduced him to me way back. he liked him first. but we've also been hanging around for quite a while now; he sings while i read.

his name is jack johnson.

god, i hope he doesn't become popular. i hate it when the musicians i so love go mainstream. hate it even more when i hear someone else singing their songs out loud. hate it most when their songs are played on the radio 24/7 and become national anthems.

was able to catch him in wowow last night. reduce, reuse, recycle. such talent. oh dear god, please don't let him turn mainstream.

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p.s.

i don't know why i'm even proclaiming to the world that i like jack johnson when i don't want everyone to know about him. maybe i just can't contain the awe, or maybe i just wanted to be able to say that i loved him before every one else did. :p

sadomasochist

as of the moment, my brother is about to sell our tickets to see Wicked at the Orpheum Theater, San Francisco. I missed the NY run when i went to Pinole last summer and that sort of depressed me for a while. Before i left, AmEx had this promo for their gold card members where they could buy tickets for the SF run before it was released to the public so i grabbed the chance and bought two. those were super great orchestra seats, right smack at the middle, by the aisle.

made me weep a little to realize that this is the second time that i'm foregoin my chance to see Wicked. i'm heartbroken, really.

i wish i can say there's always next time. oh well. life.

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shout outs:

because i know this is his  dream and because i am truly happy that it is slowly coming true, congratulations paulo hubalde for being pick no. 8 in the recent annual PBA draft. you may never get to read this, but yeah, i wish you all the luck and love you deserve.

btw, the newspapers keep spelling your name with an o. hehe.

because words are never enough..

salt and pepper shakers. scary me. in sonya's garden. pang-friendster (hehe). the beach in white cove. in front of white cove's lobby. me driving and jope taking pictures. dinner at antonio's.  welcome to breakfast at antonio's.

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holding hands during the ama namin.

sadomasochist

It seems to me that the nature of true tragedy is when something is so badly broken that with the best will in the world, you can't put it back together again and what was broken has to stay broken.

-salman rushdie, in an interview for TIME.

hey kiddos! i'm having a garage sale on saturday, September 3, in my house at 15 chico st, FEU Village, Antipolo.

new slightly and used stuff at super low prices! proceeds will go to my bum life fund.

here are some pics of the stuff im selling:

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i am also selling tons of book at lower than booksale prices. here's a link to the list.

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if you're interested, need directions, or you just wanna bug me, leave a message.