a good life

*nainis nga ako nung napanood ko yung trailer ng a good year starring russell crowe. kako namaaaaaaaan. naunahan pako sa title ah. pero okay lang. sa bagay, kaibigan ko naman si pareng russell, i could spare some word play for him. tsaka, balik na rin lang ako sa boring at usual na year ender entry ko sa public trash kong journal of the decade. so eto na... walang ko-corrupt! ng file ko! siyet! talaga namang mga virus na yan o!


for benja, i'm so sure it was you that i saw. couldn't deny it. your eyes said it all. whatever happened to us i don't know. for gemma and our sporadic meetings to overthrow the government and rebuild the empire which was long gone. for my crap and my lies including what was mentioned before this. i'm no superproxy.


for koi and the katipunan mutiny. a camp out is still a camp out even without hotdogs on sticks and mallows on the roast. for the tres mujeres, tingting on goth fingernails, who went out their way, buried their soul to the ground just so that we could afford a 950 million experience. for ken and our time at the annex. chocolate's great but i'm just not a big fan of cakes. for our waiting at the sidewalk gutters in front of a private state university for ken's specific ride of a jeepney because of his fractured leg.


for apol and her generous heart. for helping me get through and keeping me intact at my lowest this year. for my end of the schoolyear crisis. for not going home in almost a week. for bong and our wee hour adventures in the city with ian. for our island tour to get away from insanity and reality with red on the front. for vic and my first try at job hunting. for the rejection that followed.


for my time at the annuals and the commission. for coise, myka, ian fel, nites and nathan, my editors. for my batchmates april, ina, jaypee, alvin, lani, star and may. for those who followed, winston, george and jog. for jette, the last one standing. for mitty, jame, mark, marlo and richard, we were the originals. for the fill ins and the succeeding group, maya, halley, vernice, meilene, mims, aron, mj, maricone and the others. for screwing my dream of overcoming my frustration to study at the country's finest, even just for summer.


for the experience to be in another dimension of unparalleled freedom and serenity which i intend not to be explicit about it by no means. so there. for going back and still having a home in the island. for not another ordinary day passing by and ending. for tanya remembering.
for gab and the rest of the gang. for my six day class schedule including waking up in the morning which was always a bummer. for the mango juice served by marco at the bar. for hanna and her emotional outbreak on a street next to the jeepney stop due to her teacher's scrutiny and mockery of an allegedly mistaken report.


for rediscovering time because of no prior engagements during faculty retreat. for our bs time and learning to read the book again where real people existed even before time was known. for pacquiao and him winning the title against larios. the latter i found to be a good fighter, smiling in defeat.


for fitting in and knowing the class which i should have been part of. there's more to a pretty face and a good name than meets the eye. for seeing life in lifeless animals at the city slaughterhouse. for establishing rapport with the director and the program officers. for this year's fiesta. it sucked having to fall in line again.


for another death in the family. for nanay katang and her stories being a student. she was true blue too just like lola. for para and the pressures in it - moving exam, review sessions, drawing and scribbling moments and practicum requirement.


for do or die exams. for sleepless nights trying to recuperate system failures brought about by the sudden change in mind setting. for a sembreak completely devoted to finishing service hours, volunteer work and whole lot more of pain in the ass tasks. for vic and another shot at life. for acing the interview and not coming back after. for refusing a life on the go. for drinking and eating fire with mental patients. for jose's tip that's worth publishing. i bet it would sell like hotcakes, a million copies sold of a bestseller.


for having a 12 unit load and being happy unattached. for sarah, yana and our lunch grubs at a nearby decent diner slash bakeshop which i gave them the liberty of ordering food for me in advance since i just have 10 minutes to eat, excluding going up and down the building to attend classes. for sandra and our occasional encounter at the same place, eating tapa, tocino, beef steak and whatever that's in the menu. for going all the trouble to become a registered voter which was no trouble at all considering what everyone had gone through, sweat and hell. i could just hide my evil snicker at those for not being in the know. for spending saturdays at buding's in toril watching dvds with my highschool buds.


for a great play staged to heal Bud Dahu and its people. for awit elims that was great. i saw my friends, classmates and friends' classmates performed. for kyro and him picking me over his new found friends. trust me, i didn't want that to happen. it was just awkward being with an ex-crush and his girl. for traveling the world again with my senses. this time, i went to czech republic, the netherlands, portugal, sweden and of course spain. simon was the best. euthanasia is forever debatable. for beni and jun-jun coming home from foreign lands. for ma'am edel, elaine, winston and ralp, you didn't give me the chance to bring in my share. for chris and our time at palma playing minero with a certain norman. for choo choo train and banana split that gave me a tummy ache after. for jace and pils. both of whom got on the jeep to bring me home. for marchen and her being in solid spirit. for her father who died in his sleep. for her sister in the operating room. for sheila who met an accident. for us coming to check if she was okay. for joan, denise and i, our plan to spend the holidays at the fosters. sad thing it didn't push through. for my tradition on its sixth year existence. for norman and his bash before the year officially ends.
i wish that i'd be able to do this again next year. soon. 365 and a quarter days. that's a whole lot to expect. but right now, i'm okay with this.