Wednesday, March 30, 2011

What do the Toxic Titties and Jessica Zafra have in common?

I am fascinated by performance artists and I’m not talking about dancers, singers, actors you find in the local television.

The Toxic Titties captured my attention, they are a feminist group in California.
Toxic Titties is a collaborative group of feminist artists working with performance, video, and film, bringing a subcultural phenomenon into the frame of conceptual art. Using pleasure and play, the group mutates with each performance to include a multiplicity of participants and embody queer perversions of cultural ideals. Through failure and excess, Toxic Titties simultaneously invokes and destabilizes collective identity formations. 

What do we want?
Freedom! Power! Money! Respect! Pleasure! Representation! Sex! Indeterminacy! Revolution!
When do we want it?

I am not a fan of simply rallying on the streets with raging fists in the air, stomping feet on the pavement and lung-out shouting for the audience or bystanders to get the message. I believe we can send the message in ways that won’t really need throats and lungs to exit our mouths or to convey the message with either eloquence or such profound vulgarity, which ever works best.

I wish there would be more young artists and groups here in the country who deals more in art rather in a pure political agenda. Can’t we infuse art and politics? There are a lot of issues in the country that spraying sublime wit on walls is simply unoriginal and just plain classless and tasteless. KMU does that, the Farmer’s Union does that, everyone does that, do something different.

We need more artists in the Philippines.

The answer to the Title question: World Domination (Of course, what else?)

Coal is not our friend

I love commercials, they don't last that long yet they send out the message in only a few seconds.

Currently, our battle against coal isn't over. Facebook uses coal as their source of power, that means using Facebook would definitely add numbers to your carbon footprint and environmentalists would probably deactivate their accounts in protest. Which means I would have to deactivate my FB account as well and stick to my blog.

Share the commercial below to your friends on FB and LIKE the Unfriend Coal Page.

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This is an online revolution. Join Us to decelerate Global Warming even just for a tiny bit.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Is Allergic to the Ocean

Another insult to my penury lifestyle, it seems that I have a case of rashes that have now invaded my abdomen. After seeing a friend in Paseo de Sta. Rosa (Danke mein freunden) I have decided to put an end to these rashes, I thought they would go away but it’s been months.
Ever since I went to the beach last January my skin has started to mutate, rashes have invaded my back, chest and neck which I practically ignored. However, things have recently gone for the worse.

I went to the doctor and it seems that I am again reminded of my extreme skin sensitivity in which I have deliberately erased in my memory.

The doctor asked if I were allergic to seafood, I said yes but since I’m vegetarian, I haven’t eaten any seafood since last year.
“I’m vegetarian, but it did occur after we surfed last January” I said
“There you go!” said the doctor
“So, I’m allergic to the ocean?” I cried
“Well… since you’re allergic to seafood and you surfed, which means you probably swam in the ocean for hours…”
“I’m allergic to even swimming with sea creatures?!”
The doctor gave me a suggestive smile. “Oh…” I exhaled.
She did explain that there are micro-organisms with which my skin wasn’t happy to react with.
She also said to stay away from eggs, I told her it can be done. From now on, I’m swearing off eggs from my diet. 

I paid a fortune for lotions, creams and medicines in which I have to take for weeks. Now I have to eat tofu for at least two weeks in order to survive since a Writer’s salary can’t really afford these things. I have to spend more to change the soap I’m using to unscented and extra sensitive and avoid the sun at all cost.

I can be very strict with my diet, I can exorcise myself to avoid meat and eggs if I have to but my selection would definitely diminish. Taking eggs off my diet can be done easily. What I can’t stand is adding another medicine to my cocktails of pills and apply cream and lotion on my body on a ritual basis.

This weekend will be filled with editing and reviewing my short stories. I am writing this post at Zeus Bascon’s place, my painter friend who is currently painting on three pieces of boards for a contest.

Also, I went to the UP shopping center the other day to find printers for books and I bought a book for only P20 at Booksale! A steal indeed!! Despite the pile of books I got from Libreria, I couldn’t help myself from buying this book! In Love, In Sorrow: A book about the correspondence of two revered poets and writers of post World War II contemporary America. It can be quite effeminate and leaning on homosexuality at times, a good read I must admit.

In Love, In Sorrow for only P20 at BookSale Diliman!!

Cool Laguna breeze and a long weekend... Goodbye Eggs!

One Fine Sunday Afternoon with Zeus and his brother Eros

Thursday, March 24, 2011

I Labia Majora from the Bosom of my Vena Cava inferiora!

If you love your body then I suggest you take a trip to this wonderful event this coming Saturday.
This is for your sake and for the sake of World Peace.
Unfortunately, I won't be able to attend since I need to be in Laguna for appointments but don't dare miss out on this!

I Labia from the Bosom of my Heart!

A Pap Smear and Breast Exam Clinic

Saturday, March 26 · 10:00am - 3:00pm

Likhaan Center for Women’s Health Clinic
88 Times St., West Triangle Homes
Quezon City, Philippines

Women’s bodies have been the battleground of many debates—the most significant of which is about women’s reproductive health. Oftentimes, women have been on the losing end. This March—which is the International Women’s Month— is the prefect time for women to assert control over, and bring the love back to, their bodies.

On March 26 (Saturday), the Lesbian Activism Project, Inc. (LeAP!), in collaboration with Likhaan Center for W...omen’s Health, will be holding a one-day pap smear and breast exam clinic at the Likhaan Clinic, which is located at 88 Times St., West Triangle Homes, Quezon City.

Women of all sexual orientations are encouraged to come!

1. Register by emailing your name, age, contact details, and the service/s you wish to avail of to
2. If you’re availing of the pap smear exam, please refrain from any sexual activity twenty four (24) hours prior to the exam. Those who have their menstruation on the said date are advised not to avail of the exam.
3. Come to the clinic any time between 10:00 am- 3:00 pm on Saturday. You will be catered to on a first come, first served basis.
4. Orientation about the importance of the pap smear and the breast exam will be held at 11:00 pm and 1:00 pm.
5. A brief presentation on the importance of getting pap smears and breast exams will be given at 11:00pm and 1:00pm.
6. A minimal fee of 100php will be charged for the pap smear exam. The breast exam will be administered for free.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Celebrating the Spring Equinox at Makati EchoYoga

Unfortunately, I arrived late since I was looking for the building and was lost. When I got to the place, people were already meditating. It was at the Penthouse of the Century Plaza building.
I waited for my friend Ella before I came in, there was also this girl who stuck with me since she said she was alone.
Ella was the one who invited me to go to the event to celebrate, I thought it was quite interesting, so I went with her. Turned out I knew more people in the event than she did so I didn’t have a hard time getting familiar.
We meditated a bit then after 30 minutes, the program was over. I thought it was going to be a whole night event… My friend Ella and I were sort of disappointed, Tim came in just when everyone was leaving.
We hanged with Beau a bit since he had to leave for work, we were all thinking of doing our own meditation session somewhere else, where we can really just enjoy the sudden tilt or change of the Universe.

Guess where this is…

The Lotus Floats on Murky Water

There was a 5.7 magnitude earthquake that I didn't feel yesterday... Sigh, another earthquake I missed feeling. It's quite frustrating I've never felt an earthquake for years now.

My friend Ella said ever since the  Tsunami, she had changed her views in life.
Veronica: Everything we work for in this life will eventually turn to dust.
Ella: I realized how minuscule every problems and worries everyone has. So I just want to live a happy carefree life.
Tim: Yeah, that's why I quit my previous job, my boss was such a bitch!

Not everyone would realize that we are already at the precipice but for those who do and know what to do, then everything would be easy, lighter and less painful.
For those who worry about tomorrow, will be plagued today of something that hasn't happened yet.

What happened in Japan is a small event, more will come, worse... Are you prepared?

Monday, March 21, 2011

The Moon and the Madness

The Vernal Equinox passed and the moon was said to be meters closer to the surface of the earth, in which I have tragically failed to witness. Nonetheless, I’m quite certain that it has induced a lot of people to commit several acts they usually don't. I am referring to the Lunatics, if you haven’t the faintest idea already.
According to Wikipedia, a lunatic is someone who is mentally ill, dangerous, foolish, unpredictable.
It sounds like just another regular guy to me if you take away the mentally ill part. People are dangerous, capricious and foolish at times which gave the idea that perhaps we are all lunatics.

Unfortunately, I didn’t hear anyone from my friends or anywhere in particular who have committed something peculiar while the moon was at its prime. And I was quite expecting something insane…
Nonetheless, I’m sure something will come up soon enough.
Why not take the “Which historical lunatic are you?” test?

I answered the test and the result was…

You are Charles VI of France, also known as Charles the Mad or Charles the Well-Beloved!
A fine, amiable and dreamy young man, skilled in horsemanship and archery, you were also from a long line of dribbling madmen. King at 12 and quickly married to your sweetheart, Bavarian Princess Isabeau, you enjoyed many happy months together before either of you could speak anything of the other's language. However, after illness you became a tad unstable. When a raving lunatic ran up to your entourage spouting an incoherent prophecy of doom, you were unsettled enough to slaughter four of your best men when a page dropped a lance. Your hair and nails fell out. At a royal masquerade, you and your courtiers dressed as wild men, ending in tragedy when four of them accidentally caught fire and burned to death. You were saved by the timely intervention of the Duchess of Berry's underskirts.

This brought on another bout of sickness, which surgeons countered by drilling holes in your skull. The following months saw you suffer an exorcism, beg your friends to kill you, go into hyperactive fits of gaiety, run through your rooms to the point of exhaustion, hide from imaginary assassins, claim your name was Georges, deny that you were King and fail to recognise your family. You smashed furniture and wet yourself at regular intervals. Passing briefly into erratic genius, you believed yourself to be made of glass and demanded iron rods in your attire to prevent you breaking.

In 1405 you stopped bathing, shaving or changing your clothes. This went on until several men were hired to blacken their faces, hide, jump out and shout "boo!", upon which you resumed basic hygiene. Despite this, your wife continued sleeping with you until 1407, when she hired a young beauty, Odette de Champdivers, to take her place. Isabeau then consoled herself, as it were, with your brother. Her lovers followed thick and fast while you became a pawn of your court, until you had her latest beau strangled and drowned.
A severe fever was fended off with oranges and pomegranates in vast quantities, but you succumbed again in 1422 and died. Your disease was most likely hereditary. Unfortunately, you had anywhere up to eleven children, who variously went on to develop capriciousness, great cruelty, insecurity, paranoia, revulsion towards food and, in one case, a phobia of bridges.

Welcoming the Vernal Equinox by Being Completely Unaware

The Vernal Equinox is an indicator of change, not only with the seasons but most of us regards this as a change of attitude and the way we live life as well. Apparently, the day this happened was yesterday and I was completely unaware.
It was a sunless day with thick clouds dominating the sky of Laguna, making it rather a gray day which is apt, the mood was perfect. I’ve decided to sort through my short story compilations and thought to print samples. I went to my other room (the one I used back in my childhood) only to find teardrop missing, then I remembered it was at Zeus’s place. I finished a few stories and went to his place, as usual he was sleeping. Waking him up took some effort and I actually thought he was dead.
Eventually, after doing every possible act of waking someone up such as opening either one of their eyelids and flailing his arms in the air, he woke up.
“I haven’t done the painting yet…” he said, the painting will serve as my book cover.
I waited a few seconds to answer “It’s alright…” Although it has been quite delayed, I know he’ll do it eventually. I don’t want to impose on anything but it’s imperative it be done. Is it because I’m incapable of getting mad and irritated or… I don’t like getting angry? Ah, it’s both.
I suppose Equanimity does suit me.
When he woke up we have decided to go out, he wanted to get a haircut and I wanted to buy a new yoga mat. After buying the yoga mat and having a haircut, we went to have coffee in one of the cafes nearby. We discussed my book cover, the lay out and the designs of the book. A month delayed…
I wouldn’t mind it getting delayed but there are those who have pre-ordered already. I just have to explain it well to them then. People, please be patient. It will be printed soon enough.

We had no idea it was the Vernal Equinox. I told myself I would clean and repaint my room but I guess I didn’t have the time. Perhaps next time. We had this conversation about people blaming others and people with creative talents who defy leading a mediocre life. And how to deal with women who are always PMS-ing…

Welcome! Full moon and the Equinox!
May all the lunatics go bonkers!!!
I didn’t see the moon everyone was raving about. So today, I will go to the Meditation Circe of light to celebrate.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Picnic Rant and Other Woes

From the night where the Tsunami was supposed to devastate the Philippine eastern shores, I rode the bus to Laguna without even a second of shut eye. I took the opportunity of sleeping through the few hours of bus ride.

I went directly to Zeus’s house. There, I saw him slumped over on his father’s laptop, in a slacked position he very much tolerated. I dropped my back-breaking back-pack to a chair next to their front door, trying with all my might to contain the pain throbbing in my skull. Despite the lack of sleep and the pain I was experiencing, I was never the one to lose my cool. Rage is weakness, it is giving in to the senseless part of us that clings to the body and not the soul.
There is never an excuse for me to be angry, to be enraged and to be violent or to cause physical pain, or emotional pain. No matter how stressful, how there’s an unimaginable disaster on my face, there will never be an excuse for me to lose my temper.

Fund us!

Zeus needed my desktop computer once again so we had to go to my house to pick it up. He carried my bag to my place, a 10 minute walk from his place.
A few steps away from their gates, he started ranting about the things that have been happening. Quite the tragedy has he been experiencing and this I listened to until we got to our place.
There we loaded Teardrop (My desktop computer) to the trunk of my car. We drove all the way to his place and unloaded Teardrop in their living room. We had a conversation around dawn earlier in the day through Skpye and we have decided to take a break from everything we have been experiencing in these troubled times. By break, we mean picnic at Nuvali.
He took out the picnic basket and we began to put things in it such as a blanket, a tumbler filled with coffee in which I mixed myself, cheese, a book, digital camera, plates and utensils.
To Nuvali for some awesome picnic adventure!!

We didn’t even wait to arrive in Nuvali to expel our woes to each other. There, inside the car as I drove and he, sitting idly in the passenger seat, were words exchanged about everything that dared destroy our peace.
After having such conversation with him, I realized that equanimity does not suit me. Zeus embraces his emotions well, it’s so easy for him to entertain emotions. If he’s irritated, he won’t think to express it, it would come even if it were shards of icicles from his mouth. If I were irritated, I wouldn’t quickly act upon it. I would think and be in silence. Asking myself if I should say something or if it were something I could easily dismiss then, I would.
If I can control my emotions I would, then again if I were drunk, it is safe to assume that my equanimity has been thrown to the Pasig River.

But as a writer, I know that being able to let myself loose is necessary; feeling the myriad emotions we are all capable of. Perhaps weeping and letting my emotions get the best of me should happen once in a while.
Just as how Zeus is trying to cope up with his woes as of the moment, contained in that spectrum of bursting emotions… being absolutely dumbfounded in the situation that he has no idea where to begin. I think I know what that feels at least, the situation of not being able to stand up or fall to the ground…

“I’m so poor Nicky!” exclaimed Zeus
“We’re poor…” I second motioned. Our starving artists’ moment was in sync that day.
“Perhaps I should quit my job and find myself a benefactor?” I told Zeus
“Ano nga kaya? Kung namamakla siguro ako, hindi ako ganitong kahirap. Pero hindi ko kaya!” he said. I laughed at the idea. Isn’t it so easy to do that? Taking advantage of people without much of a qualm?

It is against my code of conduct to sleep my way to career advancements or to sleep with people just to fulfill carnal desires.
 “Maybe I can get donations from people? And they could fund me to finish my projects and novels. I don’t need much… I just need food and shelter. Suppose I would finish my book in Sagada?” I expounded on the idea of having a benefactor.

If there is someone out there who’s willing to fund me and help me finish my projects, please drop me a message. We can talk over dinner and I will show you my portfolios, we can also talk about my early childhood and life if necessary.

We arrived at Nuvali and found a spot overlooking the pond with a cool breeze, where the sun has slowly been setting and a milky-orange color painted half the sky. There, we laid down the blanket and we started making vegetarian sandwiches. Zeus started with his situation and my advice was, which is very much what I would usually tell people -
“Detach yourself, do not take in the sorrow and let go… Things will fall to the right places eventually. It’s not your problem, don’t make it your own.”
But his rebuttal was, he can’t detach himself to something that matters to him. Something that had grown in him… the same as feeling the pain of those you love. I thought it was typical for someone who functions daily, following the path his emotions pave.
I thought at that time that I was the wrong person to give an advice but I listened to him (if it were the least I could do), while drinking coffee, staring into the horizon and feeling the cool wind in my hair.
I know if it’s causing me pain, there was no recourse but to detach my emotions… Something I’ve learned to use often, it takes effort but it eases life.
I knew very well that equanimity won’t suit me but I still practice it, meditating whenever I could. Trying not to think too much and go for whatever it is that I want without expectations and preparing myself with whatever result I might get. Even getting the sudden pangs of wishing to be a monk someday…
I love silence most of all. Too much noise confuses me.

We stayed until the sky was devoured by darkness, but the freezing Laguna breeze compelled us to pack up. It was 9PM when we left the place and have planned to come back to the same spot the next day to catch the sunrise. We went back to our places with a sense of release I suppose.

Lighting the pitts of this dark country

Light is a problem in this forsaken country (its also absent in the hearts of Government Officials),  and a few concerned denizens of this world are aware of that.
The link above is an organization who realized that Filipinos consume too much cola products to drown their minds about the truth that this country is headed nowhere.
A liter of light, aiming to light up 1 million homes by 2012. Perhaps it will spark a tiny little bit of hope for all of us.

It was rumored that by 2012, the Philippines will experience frequent blackouts because of insufficient power supply. These devices that takes the form of a liter bottle sources its light from the sun.
Want to lend a hand? Click the link and sign-up as a volunteer and help install Solar Bottles in our communities.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Signs of the Apocalypse

It was a Friday, it could have been just any day but it was all over the news that an earthquake hit Japan with a ground breaking 8.9 magnitude, I didn’t watch or read the news. My officemates were discussing it and I couldn’t help but overhear them saying a tsunami was headed for the Philippines.

Seconds away from skyclad, snail orgasm, tantra sex and the death of romance.
A lesbian friend of mine sent a message about watching the film “Never Let Me Go” and unfortunately I’ve seen the movie, we just decided to come over another friend’s place and celebrate. My lesbian friend, let’s call her Turt, is planning to get married with her partner in Paris but she doesn’t know how it works so she asked for my help and if ever she won’t get married there, she can always have a wedding here. Turt, hasn’t exactly come out to two of our friends, I had to threaten her and blackmail her before she admitted she’s gay in which she doesn’t really need to deny since I can tell she’s a lesbian from a hundred feet. However, this she hasn’t admitted to our remaining friends, Ella and Abi.

Ella was panicking about the tsunami so she didn’t want to leave her place, we have decided to simply buy food from a restaurant and eat at her place since Turt seriously needed some counseling about the marriage she’s currently pursuing.
I met Turt somewhere in Ayala and we went to Serendra to buy dinner and wine. We bought Baked Vegetarian Lasagna and Vegetarian Risotto from Duo, a garden salad pizza from Greenwich, wine from some wine store and a dozen of Sonja’s Cupcakes for Ella’s kids and well… for us. Turt is around her mid-thirties, one sign of aging is that she’s wearing a pair of clogs from crocs. I was about to blurt out “So where are we digging a vegetable patch?”
Clogs sold by crocs are originally designed for gardeners, yes they may be lightweight and comfortable but it is a note for a fashion suicide in which I’m sure Turt doesn’t care at all. Since she’s not exactly young, driving for her can be quite tiring and again, I drove her car to Ella’s place.

It was at dinner that Turt came out to Ella but her marriage to another woman in Paris was the one that swept Ella from her seat like a Tsunami. Turt just wanted to announce the marriage and ask some help on how to get married in Paris. The funny thing was she asked me about it, although I shouldn't be knowing these things, I do have the information she needed.
Ella of course was all ears about it. Turt was hesitant to tell the truth and actually asked me to tell Ella about her engagement, in which I have refused, so she asked me for a mere introduction, she wanted me to produce lightning for the storm.
Veronica: Someone’s engaged. (I lifted my hand bearing a ring making a joke about it)
Ella: You’re getting married?!
Veronica: No. Turt is, in paris.
Ella almost fell from her seat and they commenced the discussion about the marriage. Congratulations?

I fell in love with the risotto, it was so good I was determined to have dinner at Duo next time that the only thing I could tell Turt was “Don’t get married.” There’s always no good reason to get married, although romantic and sometimes it may feel right, just go and live together without all the sanctimony and gibberish our society have designed to make human life miserable.
Turt’s relationship is more complicated than her perception that people don’t have any inclination that she’s gay at first glance. It’s quite tragic since she looks gayer than a three dollar bill.

Dinner made me forget about the Tsunami hitting the Philippines, it was a wonderful dinner with wine and cupcakes. Although I have promised never to get close to wine, I can drink wine with friends.
After dinner we have decided to check out a soft launch of a bar somewhere in MC depot Ortigas. Ella can’t drive since she had a glass of wine too many and Turt was just old, so I drove to the place with Turt’s car.
There we met Beau and a few gay people. We just waited for the other gays to get to the place and we left the soft launch of the bar and went to another bar to drink. The other gays went to O-bar, since we’re not exactly up to see bouncing dicks, we have decided to go back to Ella’s place for some good laughs, fiery and intellectual gay conversations over vodka and Sonja’s cupcakes.

Beau is from Benguet, he said he’s an igorot, if I remember correctly. We were talking about spirituality when Ella said one of her friends asked her what if her next life would be a snail, would getting an orgasm be painstakingly slow?
Veronica: I don’t think being a snail would be bad in the next life. Snails get at least 40 hours of orgasm and then they die, at least I read somewhere, I think. (I’m really not sure about the dying part though)
Ella’s jaw dropped.
Beau: Is that the reason why they’re always wet, slimy and leaving a trail of… goo?

Tim, another gay man was talking about all the men he have had affairs with which lead us to talking about romanticism in the contemporary society. The modern princess as Beau said, would make life easier for the prince by going down from her tower. It posed the question in my head, whatever happened to romanticism? After only a few hundred years, our society has bred the contemporary Princess who is willing to go down from the tower and slay the dragon, go to the castle of the prince and spread her legs.
Romanticism is dead. Beverly Hills killed it and Hollywood made it sappy. Then again, our modern society has made life easier and convenient that one can easily post an ad if one wanted sexual fixations, get picked up in a public restroom and have perpetually violated the bonds of marriage with infidelity. Everything has been designed to be practical and as effortless as possible plus at this day and age, dragons are extinct and life has been so tragic and depressing that people are squirming through their daily lives. Life has become unbearable that others think that magnifying it with romanticism is just insane.
I digress. I believe I’m one of the extinct romantic species in this world (Lightning and thunderclap in the background). The apocalypse is just in time.
We didn’t sleep the whole night and left around 9 in the morning the next day after filling up our souls and stomachs. Now it made me realize a lot of things, I should really leave the city to finish my projects and that would mean I would have to quit my current job which would render me to live on the streets.
I’m a starving writer and I have a looming deadline, office work is hindering me from finishing my projects therefore what I need is a benefactor who will fund me so I can work full time with my stories and novel. If you are willing to fund me so I can quit my job and focus on my masterpieces please drop me a line and I will show you my portfolios. 
After leaving Ella's place I took a few of my stuff from my place in Diliman and went straight to Laguna. I promised Zeus we would go and have a picnic in Nuvali since he feels like ranting about his problems. I slept in the bus and seriously... I didn't sleep the whole day.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Same-sex relationships in the Animal Kingdom

Let’s face it, same-sex relationship is just as natural as it is embedded in nature, it can never be cured since it is not a disease or disorder and gay people will never go away because people will keep on breeding them whether they know/want it or not.

Here’s a scoop from an article saying that
Same-sex relationships may play an important role in evolution

“Birds do it. Bees probably do it. No one's sure whether educated fleas do it. What they do is have same-sex relationships and, in a new review of published research on the subject, biologists have started to consider what it might mean for the evolution of the animals in question.
Nathan Bailey and Marlene Zuk, biologists at the University of California, Riverside, found that same-sex relationships were a universal phenomenon in the animal kingdom, seen in everything from worms to frogs to birds. "It's clear that same-sex sexual behavior extends far beyond the well-known examples that dominate both the scientific and popular literature: for example bonobos, dolphins, penguins and fruit flies," said Bailey.”

I now pronounce you - Rhino & Rhino

Click here to continue reading the article.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Dined with a stranger

Last Monday, I went to divisoria to buy book covers. I also visited my dentist but it seemed there was an emergency so the schedule went straight to the gutters.
At the bookcover store, I had to wait a bit since the covers would have to be cut according to the size I indicated and as my own tradition, visiting divisoria means walking around Ong Pin to see something interesting.

I walked around and got lost looking for Mr. Ube since I wanted to eat their vegetarian stir fry noodles. It was a while before I found it and after eating lunch I set out to look for a store that sells White Kiamoy. Something I never pass on when visiting the place.
I found the Buddhist temple and decided to come in and meditate. I pulled out three pieces of incense from the holder and sat on the cushioned seat, I began to meditate. The place has good vibrations and it made me feel great and refreshed afterwards. I saw Chinese-Filipinos bowing excessively in front of the statue as I left.

There were no white kiamoys in the store so I bought a bag of black kiamoy. Returning to my bookcovers, I was surprised to see a 2 feet stack of 5x7 covers… It took a lot of muscles to carry it and I also bought a cane along the way since it was cheap. It was for my dad since he’s a cripple.
The day before that, I saw the Movie “Eat, Pray, Love”, which was boring and dull. Julia Roberts went to Rome to eat, then to India to “Meditate” not pray, Meditation and praying aren’t the same bananas.
Praying is a monologue whereas Meditation is a dialogue.
Meditation connects you to the supreme soul, at least that’s what they taught me. We are not encouraged to pray.
Going back to the movie, Roberts fell in “love” in Bali.

My conclusion to the movie is that Julia Roberts has commitment issues, as simple as that. She was commitment phobic, a one step forward-two-steps-back person as a friend of mine calls it before I introduced to her the words “Commitment-Phobia”. In the movie, Julia Roberts escaped her marriage quietly by packing up and leaving, a very common thing for commitment-phobic creatures. Slipping quietly through the back door like a thief in the night.
Then she had a relationship with James Franco which of course came crashing down quite similarly to her previous marriage. It wasn’t what she wanted, it’s a disorder most of us has. She called it quits for some sort of reason and began her soul searching journey.
I learned nothing from the movie.

I was going to the Philippine Heart Center but there was no time, I went back to my place in Diliman to leave the 4 kilo bookcover stack that threatened to break my arms.
The sun had started to set so I decided to have dinner in the UP Shopping center. I ate vegetarian bibimbab and sat in one of the tables. A girl sat in the same table as mine despite the next table being vacant, I gave her a smile and she returned it. We were sitting across from each other and if people didn’t know any better, they would have thought we were good friends or something.
Our food was served at the same time by the waitress, thinking we went to the place together.
We would sometime catch each other looking and would smile, eating quietly.
She left first and I finished my bibimbab. I realized people should get those kinds of relationships… just smile and mind your own business for the sake of world peace.