Churi! Churi!

sa lahat ng nagaabang nung kuwento, madedelay po ng sandali. Pagsasamasamahin ko muna lahat ng kuwento ng katangahan at kabobohan ko from the airport, immigration area at paris from day 1 - 4. ngayon ko lang napatunayan na isa nga akong malaki at dakilang tanga! to give you an idea on what to expect. here's an excerpt:

immigration area:

officer: saan ang punta mo? (sabay kunot noo)
me: sa spain ho.
officer: ano gagawin mo dun?
me: mamasyal ho.
officer: sooosssyyyaaalll!
me: (of cooouuurrrse!)
officer: (seryoso na ulit) san ka titira sa spain?
me: sa barcelona.
officer: bakit dun?
me: (ano daw?! ba't naman hindi?! ungas pala to eh.) tourist friendly ho kasi dun.
officer: san ka sa barcelona titira?
me: sa avenida palace ho.
officer: ano yun hotel?
me: (hindi. presinto. syempre hotel! ungas!) oho.
officer: magkano naman per day?
me: $120 ho.
officer: sooosssyyyaaalll!
me: (of cooouuurrrse!)
officer: baka naman di ka bumalik.
me: hindi ho. i have a stable job here. i'll be back.
officer: narinig ko na yan.
me: (e potah ka pala eh!)
officer: patigin ng ticket mo.
me: eto ho.
officer: sooosssyyyaaalll, delta!
me: (of cooouuurrrse!)

mahaba pa to! at sa immigration lang yan! wait till you hear the paris story.

How not to travel to Europe!

potah potah potah! posting from barcelona.

haggard na ako. jet lag na ito. mamaya ang buong kuwento maliligo muna ako!

taena.

bora ulet in september, after spain that is! Ü

Hooker! Who? Me?

yes people, i have arrived: a few days ago while i was on my may to work, something unexpected happened. someone tried to pick me up. somebody, i would like to think that he was in his right mind, tried to pick me up! unbelievable and mortifying as it may seem but yes my dear readers, this is a true story.

it was at around 7:30am, when this bizzare incident happened. it was like a scene out of a twilight zone episode, really. it was just supposed to be another ordinary day till some unknown forces intervened. there i was, gleefully listening to moony's flying away as i waited for a prc jeep to pass by when a gray crv suddenly stopped in front of me. "great! of all the places where this asshole can park he chose the space in front of me!" i said to myself. i can almost see the little fires coming out of my nostrils that time. i backed off then started to walk toward the waiting shed to my right when the driver of the crv started to lower down his windows. i took a glance to see the face that just ruined my morning. he was a guy. he said hi. i pretended to be mute. he said hi again. my cover was blown, he knows im not mute, so i finally said hi also but i continued to walk. he followed me. he then said: "can i give you a ride?" i stopped walking.

WHAM! everything around me suddenly went slow-mo and then for the first time since saying hi also a minute ago, i took the liberty to scrutinize the guy behind the wheel. guessing from his looks he was at his late 30's. on the looks department, he ain't a stunner but he's not ugly also. he was probably an executive of some company because he was wearing a suit but then again he could just be a chauffer of some rich aristrocat.

going back to his question, i replied "no thanks. i can manage." "you sure?" he snapped. "yep!" i replied then i walked away. before i even reached the waiting shed which is just a few more steps away, i saw a jeep coming and immediately flagged it down. i took the farthest seat and in a few more minutes i was at buendia. 'got off the jeep and started to walk my way to psc. then it hit me. just like the moron who laughs last when someone cracks a joke, i just realized after 20 mins that i was actually being picked up by that guy. i felt adulated and at the same time i felt transgressed. it was flattering because there's actually someone out there that thinks im hot enough to be picked up, or maybe this is just me talking. i felt violated because do i, parker lewis, 24 yrs old, educated and looks decent at least to my friend's standards, look like a male hooker? no way! i looked at the shirt i was wearing, it looked respectable enough. i looked at my pants and it looked just like any other pants that any self-respecting person would wear. so what happened back there, i asked myself. was it the shirt? the jeans? it couldn't be the face. "of course it's not the face!" said some voice at the back of my head. realizing that it was just some bizzare incident, probably concocted by some forces from another dimension. i continued to walk, faster than normal now because in 5 mins i will be late and im still 200 meters away from psc.

The Ravers Manifesto

Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy.
Our nourishment of choice is Love.
Our addiction of choice is technology.
Our religion of choice is music.
Our currency of choice is knowledge.
Our politics of choice is none.
Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be.
You may hate us.
You may dismiss us.
You may misunderstand us.
You maybe unaware of our existence.
We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you.
We are not criminals.
We are not disillusioned.
We are not drug addicts.
We are not naive children...
We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself.
We are The Massive. One Massive.
We were first drawn by the sound.
From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring.
We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it, We came to accept that we are all equal.
Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal.
And somewhere around 35 Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits, pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world.
It is in that very instant, with these initial realisations that each of us was truly born.
We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night.
Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form.
In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilise and secure for us.
We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackle's and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind.
We seek to rewrite the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born.
Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible.
Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels.
Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands.
Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them.
Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the disutopian reality of a world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in: Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony, Expression, Responsibility and Respect.
Our enemy of choice is ignorance.
Our weapon of choice is information.
Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence.
But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party.
You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think.
The music will never stop.
The heartbeat will never fade.
The party will never end.
I am a raver, and this is my manifesto.

-Anonymous

R u a g3n-3xr? R3@d 0n:

The baby boomer credo - polar opposite the entitlement generation:

Face it.
Nobody owes you a living.
What you achieve or fail to achieve in your lifetime is directly related to what you do or fail to do.
You can choose your own direction.
Everyone has problems and obstacles to overcome, but that too, is relative to each individual.
Nothing is carved in stone.
You can change anything in your life, if you want to badly enough.
Excuses are for losers; Those who take responsibility for their actions are the real winners in life.
Winners meet life’s challenges head on, knowing that there are no guarantees, And give it all they’ve got… and never think it’s too late or too early to begin.
Time plays no favorites, and will pass whether you act or not.
Take control of your life. Dare to dream and take risks.
Compete.
If you aren’t willing to work for your goals, don’t expect others to.

Words of the Wise

I never thought that my posts can elicit such profound comments, read on.

"Everyone has a soulmate waiting out there to be befriended and loved.
Relationships I believe are better off if each one started off as friends. I think this is one important aspect partners miss out on when getting into a relationship. I observe that couples hit it so fast sexually that they believe having good sex together is the be all and do all of their togetherness. NOT SO my dear.

The sex just becomes better as each day goes by but if the seed of friendship is not cultivated then it'll just dry out to just as fast as it blossomed.

Wouldn't it be so nice to have someone to share everything with. Someone you can fight and contradict but still be there when you need him/her. Someone you can discuss and argue with and still have him/her to cuddle and snuggle with at the end of the day.

And what is this feeling called LOVE. Some say it's a feeling. Some say it's a commitment and some say it's a decision. I believe it is all of the above. To love someone is to accept him/her as he/she is. Bad breath or zits all over it doesnt matter. Agape as religion says is UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. I agree. Loving someone should always be unconditional. And this is how all relationships should be... UNCONDITIONAL.

Well, penny for your thoughts my dear friend." - Merian

*****

I'll see you in SF, very very soon! =)