turista mode

just a quick update before i go to sleep.

earlier in featherdale wildlife park, i went tree climbing with koalas, hopping with kangaroos, barking with dingos, spinning with tasmanian devils, chilling in the shade with wombats and other stuff with the native life here. it was a bit tiring though with the temperature reaching the 42°C but i'm still loving the weather here.

tomorrow we'll be going to blue mountains. i mean later today. (approximately 8 hours from now.) time to hit the sack then. g'night mate.

zoom zoom zoom

i'm a big fan of the gta series. i think it's concept of the player freely roaming the city is innovative. i also love driving around each city while listening to some tunage on the in game radi. the song selections are awesome and the in game radio also have actual radio programs which is funny and very entertaining. one thing i can't relate with the game though is the general feel of the driving because the streets are really wide and traffic is close to non-existent. and my edsa state of mind really can't process that.

flash forward to now, after spending most part of my stay here in sydney driving from one place to another, now i can totally find the connection of the driving simulation gta adopted on the game with real life driving. the streets and highways here are wide and have enough space between each car. traffic here is so light and so un-stressful. and the radio stations here are so similar to what is on gta radio, though plus the aussie accent. it's just a bit disorienting because cars here are right hand drives so they drive on the"wrong" side of the road. napapakapit na lang ako kasi parang babanga sa kasalubong na kotse. lalo na pag-paliko. hehe.

take me out tonight

i was planning on sleeping after watching the first in-flight movie, whatever works (which didn't really worked for me, whatever.) and after eating that late hefty delicious dinner (who said that airline food can't be good?). but as i was adjusting my seat, reclining it in the optimal comfortable position, 500 days of summer started playing. i missed the first ten minutes of the film the first time i saw it with my friends so i decided to watch what i didn't saw and doze off afterwards. i ended up watching the whole movie, again. ehe.

*skip this if you're not fond of spoilers.

i really do feel for tom and my heartbreaks for him on day 290 and the days after that. the resolution of the movie (tom and summer meeting at the spot) didn't quell the betrayal i felt. "the end of summer and the beginning of a new season" was a little contrived for me, more of expectation rahter than reality, and was just a way to end it all in a good note.

realisticaly, this is how i think the movie should've ended.

alternate ending 1
after the cute banter with the girl, tom going in for the interview, then tom turns back around,
tom: excuse me.
girl: hmm?
tom: when this is over... uh... would you like to maybe... grab a cup of coffee or something?
girl: oh. i'm sorta supposed to meet someone.
tom: oh. got it... no problem.
[the end]

alternate ending 2
tom arrives at the interview. tom seats at the waiting area with a fat sweaty man, his competition.
[the end]

/end cynic tirade

mini bucket of tries

i'll be hitting the big three-O in a couple of years. call me a cliche but i also do have a list of things, a very very short one, that i want to accomplish before landing on that third decade. i've already shared the top item on the list with my closest friends and i know it's quite hard, it involves a lot of time, effort and discipline but i think it's doable. (after all i have a year or so still ahead of me. hehe.)

but let's save that for later and focus on something on the list that i'm officialy crossing out today. that my friends is, drum roll please, introducing myself to a perfect stranger. this may not be a big deal to other people but this is a big deal to me; me being super eprot and all. bus girl, the (un)willing victim of my clumsy charms was quite surprised, although i think she was half-expecting it because i had to follow her off the bus, over the overpass and her falling in line for a taxi (stalker-ish, i know. so TRO me.) it went something like this,

me: [taps her on her shoulder]
she: [turns to look at me]
me: hi... ummm...
she: [starts to remove her earphones. wth is happening expression.]
me: i don't mean to creep you out or anything. [removes my sunglasses] pero ayoko na kasing umasa kung makakasakay pa kita ulit.* [looks at her directly]
she: [small smile is forming]
me: [sticks out my clamy hand] i'm jam
she: i'm ****.
me: [mind goes totally BLANK! argh.] so... see yah!

*not in verbatim but something to that effect.

so that happened this morning and 10 hours after i'm still, umm... giddy. i really don't know if i should pat myself on the back or kick myself in the shin. it could've gone better, i know but i didn't want to press my luck then. at least i got her name, right?

adding cheekbones to this. ehe. :)

prospect

brain stutters.

coherent thinking halts.

random unrelated word vomit, tourette's-esque minus the sudden inflection.

i do know that i'm sometimes somewhat witty and smart and all but...

why do i have to stumble and fumble when i speak with a girl i like?

the clash

the alien warmth engulfs me, steady
my touch, my mood, centered and certain
i know.
ideas circle and go, as seasons
and people cycle through,
i remember that all is fine.

i swim with the wave of deja vu,
finding, sensing intimacy i know.
a glimpse of you sends rapture through me.
that instant's calmness shattered
by a yearning
to be in oblivious limbo perennial.

i am powerless in your proximity,
the closeness intoxicating.
the ivory tower of sanctuary
momentarily crumbles with the clash of feelings.
but knowing smiles paint comfort,
mutual strangeness replaced by shared bliss.

now i leave the horde of tangled cars
i walk.
i linger in daze thoughts of adulation and the wave.
and i ache...
for the clash
to repeat.

~~~

inspired by this.

bus mate

to the cute girl who've been my bus seat mate for the past three days, i feel there's a certain mutual comfort in the unfamiliar we share which makes sitting through the horrendous traffic a bit more bearable. i'll be taking the bus tomorrow at the same, more or less, time. i'm very much looking forward to sitting next to you, peeking at your music playlist, and exchanging side long glances.

blocked

i know i haven't posted anything for a long (long long) while now. and i think it's safe to assume that this year will be the lowest output of entries this blog will have in it's 5 year (wow!) run.

i do have legit reasons why this is so. there's work and facebook and plurk and twitter and mafia wars and work and procrastination and laziness and arthritis and work. but yeah, the more i think about these so called reasons the more i think that they're just excuses.

so this i promise you, (my lone loyal reader), next year i'll make an effort to post something everyday. yes, everyday! up to the point that you'd be cursing yourself why you wished that my writing dry spell was over. well, let's hope that it wouldn't come to that point. hehe.

(also i'll try to update my other blog, albeit not as often as this one.)

*****tumbleweeds*****