Blog-worthy enuf (I think) Random Memory No.2

I know it sounds corny but I can’t think of another way to introduce or specify this entry, anyway:

I have always been close to my girl friend’s boyfriends (due to lack of one on my part maybe, haha). During the course of time that they are or were together, I have always formed a bond with these guys not directly connected with me. One of those guys was my best friend’s ex-boyfriend. He was a Math major and I’m taking up Economics, so we got on pretty well because of numbers. He was also one of the few smokers in our group, so our cigarette breaks became our bonding moments. He’s easy to talk to and he’s such a great guy that when my friend decided to break up with him I also felt a loss.

This ex-boyfriend of a friend who eventually became my friend used to work where my mother used to work. It was a pretty far place, so he thought of a way (I really admire him for this) to save the money that he thinks is being wasted on transportation: a bike. He would pedal his way to work and back home, not intimidated by big trucks or reckless drivers accompanying him in highways. He would arrive at my friend’s house in his bicycle and they would circulate the neighborhood until their legs hurt from so much pedaling. When I was about to go home during one of my visits there, he volunteered to take me home with his bike. It’s only a short distance to our house, so just for the heck of it, I submitted to the suggestion. It’s becoming a bit late and there weren’t many vehicles in the area. It was also a bit windy I remember, and we were talking about casual stuff. He kept on asking me if I was nervous about his biking. I was not, in fact (and I didn’t realize it at that time, so I didn’t tell him) I was enjoying the ride. I regret not being able to tell him that that bike ride was special to me when I had the time. My friend and I decided to cut our connection with him because it’s just so awkward and it would be for the best.

Just to keep from ending this with a heavy note, this entry also brings to mind the fact that until now that I’m nearing 20, I still don’t know how to ride a bike. Shame.

This entry was supposed to be longer but upon rereading it I got bored and decided to pose just this:

I remember a particular day when I was approximately 10 years old and still living at Manila, back when children were going gaga over those animal-loaded carts you get to bet on. For 1 peso you are entitled to a tiny piece of blank paper, and if you're lucky enough to have picked a specially marked one (invisible ink was used to mark the paper with an "X") and then placed that paper on the winning location (determined by the outcome of a dice rolled by the cart owner) you get a chance to pick an animal, usually a chick, of your choice. The chicks come in different colors: there are the traditional/original yellow ones, and the more unusual red, green and violet ones.

I was lucky enough to win the game (haha) and so I got to take a chick as my prize. I picked a violet one, and inspired by the dance craze of the time, I named the chick "Larusso". (If you can't remember Larusso, she's the singer of a certain dance hit.) After 4 hours (an estimate) of playing with Larusso, she died.

I'm not really a pet lover, by that I mean I'm not quite good at taking care of animals. So maybe it was my entirely fault, but I'm more convinced that what happened was out of my hands. I don't know what could probably be taken out of this, but I'm big on random memories right now.
A few days ago this long-forgotten violet chick Larusso story popped into my head and I just feel like posting it. Besides, I promised myself that I would update my blog before Sept. 17, exactly 1 year after my last entry (hehe)

wow, so i'm finally able to update my blog. it's my grandfather's birthday today and my mother is coming, so i thought of writing about her. i was supposed to write about my father. i was planning to, for the longest time, but i realized i don't know him that much to be able to write something more substantial (wtf?) than my vague memories of him. i sound bitter, but really, i don't feel any negativity towards my father. (well, late last year i was disappointed at him, but that was only for a little while.) in fact, i still plan to write those things i remember about him.

i currently live with my grandfather and uncle. i only get to see my mother once or twice a week, but she calls me like 10 or so times a day. i dunno if this set-up is much better because we have no choice but to be affectionate (God!) and pleasant to each other due to the limited time we have, i mean, of course that's better than living together but having to put up with each other's bad side (corny), it just seems a little "artificial" for me. i like it that it makes our relationship smooth but i also miss having her here. (this way too mushy, isn't?)

I’m able to eat “real” food right now, but my throat is so f**king dry. For the past few days I’m only able to eat food with preservatives. It’s either that or I don’t eat anything at all. I have this thing about making decisions, when I can’t decide on where to go, what to do, (or what to eat for that matter); I don’t do (or eat) anything. When I feel that I am thinking too much (about a certain thing or problem), I shut down (kinda voluntary) and sleep.

We’re going to Laguna in a little while; we’re pushing with the outing despite the typhoon…cool.

I’ve wanted to write about this for quite a time now. Well, something happened that made me remember information given by our high school English teacher during one of our discussions: Wordsworth and Coleridge were like friends, but they opposed each other’s method in writing. For Coleridge, it was better to write at the “height of the emotion” because it is when we can capture the emotion best. Wordsworth, on the other hand, thinks otherwise; when we write at the height of the emotion, we tend to exaggerate or it will come out exaggerated. I think both writers have a point, but I’m more on Coleridge’s side. I think you can describe an emotion better if you’re still feeling it. It’s hard to imagine feeling a certain emotion, right? (What do you think jL?)

it is to be expected: i'm super bedridden right now (so why am i able to type away and rant here? i am going to a friend's house later, and i'm trying to get up and work, so as to muster enough energy to get there), days without sleep, being nocturnal... it's finally taking its toll. to add up to that, i'm also super dehydrated and i don't have much appetite; i'm practically living on water and soda.

anyway i got this test from a friend:
http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/
and the result that i got is:

You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer

Your ideas are very strange, and people often wonder what planet you're from.And while you may have some problems being "normal," you'll have no problems writing sci-fi.Whether it's epic films, important novels, or vivid comics...Your own little universe could leave an important mark on the world!

What Type of Writer Should You Be?

hmm...nice

kasabogan tlga ng mundo... i just realized that i can't write at will (o ng-iinarte lng aq?). earlier this morning i really wanted to write, but i can't bring myself into doing it (big deal skn n2 no). and right now, when i haven't had any sleep yet (i even took decolgen forte, and it's supposed to make you feel sleepy, right?), i suddenly find the urge (though i don't have much to say). writing really doesn't come easy for me. btw, my grandparents are in a brawl right now... cool (joke). i'm used to it. it's just a bit disappointing because we were supposed to go to antipolo and they called it off just to give way to their stupid fight. (tlgang knuwen2 eh nu, well, i just thought to share) sometimes we need these things to keep things real... i think. (did i make sense?) whatever, "tangina, inano kc aq nung ipis!" :) db chea?

sabog. i just finished watching buhay queso (actually, ung first cd lng) and it's really nice, very hilarious at times, but if you're not really into them, i don't know if you'll enjoy it as much. well, kanya-kanya lang yan.

ok, so i named this blog lick your elbow (i can't think of anything else, may naicp aqng isa, kya lang meron n pla nun) . Lick Your Elbow was one of the band name proposals we had. i just thought i could re-use it kasi sayang naman kung makakalimutan lng, and besides, i like the name.

i've long been suffering from writer's block (i don't know if i should even call myself a writer), and i found blogging as a perfect solution for that problem. but i was thinking, maybe my problem isn't writer's block, it's more about confidence (in writing). so i thought, here, you have an audience (hopefully). ibuhos daw ba ang insecurities s blog, haha. well, i just wish this thing would work (as some kind of exercise/practice?), so that i might start writing something again.