what i get from my bed

Ever since i moved back to our humble abode in Makati, i spent most of my time lying about my now stinky mattress on the floor. its the best spot though for a person like me, its near the door, i can see who ever comes in the room without the need to raise even a lazy finger and i have a clear view of the tele. vantage point.

Watching it is a way of life, haft of the things i know came from it, well, i believe so. flicking the trusty remote moves me from a place to another, every program different from another, ever movie shows something and each of them leaves something in my brain. not scorch marks from boredom or things similar to that but lessons, morals, err some shit loads too.

Its been a week since i first saw this movie and its been airing nonstop! its like the operator of the cable channel plays a trick on me so i kinda memorized some of the lines from it, and it strikes me...really.

Its not a question of how, but what. Its how you perceive things, let your instinct take over. Insanity is living life the way it is if you have the lock and its key to open it for a better one and not doing so. Choosing something doesn't answer the question why am i here but who am i. we do things not to please ourselves but to find who we are. Ever though of doing things different, like being somebody else, someone normal? A person is a person, no matter how small. If you don't see it or feel it, it doesn't exist. in order to save myself, i must save others because myself is as important as them. There is no place like home. these are some of the things i remembered.

iced or hot?

you always have to choose in life, there's always this dilemma of being torn between choices. its either you ride the mrt or the bus or might as well walk you ass to work. is there such thing as leaving yourself in the hand of a controller as if your one of the mindless character in a computer game. it must be fun. some people kill to have their choices but i think its over kill. its easier if eve was not such a Dora fan (Dora the explorer...get it?) and didn't eat the fruit of whatever to make us leave the paradise...grrr! you see, im having a hard time when it comes to picking which is which. someone told me that if that's the case, do SWOT tests, but who will have the time to do that? its not that i always have a pen or something not to mention weighting things is the least of my concern. tskkk! tell me, what shoud i pick? frapp or hot cappuccino? bakit kasi hindi isang uri nalang ng kape ang itinda sa Starbucks! pahirap.

whatta?!

i went to the mall to have my phone fixed because the freakin' flex was broken. it was broken since may so i decided that i wont have it fixed anymore but suddenly my mind changed.i loved this phone so much...well because it look so nice and...ah, hmm, i bought it on my own. so as i walk to the service center, i saw this awesome glass sprayed banner on one window. "super sale" it says. come to think of it, why fix something that is broken? why not replace it with something new? why am i so impulsive? hay. kept thinking if i'll have my phone fixed, i sat down on the floor of powerbooks. then i said to myself, "what am i doing here?" then i went to the humor section trying to find some easy laugh. i pulled out a digbert comics and found myself bored after a few seconds so i got pugad baboy instead. how stupid of me to take the volume that i already had, crap..what the heck. i sat down near the stairs and just heard myself laughing after turning the first page. to cut the story short, i laughed and laughed until i finished the 50 something page of it. then i stood up, put the book where i took it and stood blank for some time. "now?!" i dont know where to go. i went again to the shop and ask the technician, "manong magkano flex ng u700?" "1,500" he said. then i stepped out of the shop. hmm, another question popped into my head. if i'll have it fixed and the warranty is only for a month, what will i do if it would be broken again? have it fixed? whats the point? there are many things in life that no matter how important it was, eventually it will wear out. things, friends, relationship, life - everything has their breaking point. would the patch job make you happy or would it make you worry more? i dont know. all i know is that my twisted mind told me to type this insane blog.