After reading so many raw and brutally honest blogs, i became envious. I've come to the realization that i should stop blogging just to rant and to just start writing. anything. like everything else, introspection is a habit that needs practice. and because i am highly lacking in a little self-analysis, i will blog.
It's 2am and my body clock is still whacked. this all started when they started showing Globe Trekker (aka Lonely Planet) for a limited period that ended at around this time. And with a 'new' second hand TV in my room and wi-fi in my laptop, i've come to realize that there's just so much useless but fun stuff you can do. if only these were important enough to be remembered in a week's time, then i'd say the shorter slumbers were all worth it. Right now i'm not so sure.
It's my mom's birthday and we ended up spending it in one of the best kept secrets in Binondo. It's really amazing how a country's massive population and strong culture can convert an area, no matter how foreign into, Chinatown--a community so distinct that it's like a sovereign state in itself. I really found it interesting that i was eating authentic duck beside a table of teens that looked like they really came from the mainland. I'm not exaggerating on this. They really looked nothing like any of the Filipino-Chinese friends i have and i have quite a few. They looked like pedestrian versions of the Meteor Garden cast, with their authentic accents, disheveled hair and deconstructed get-ups. It was surreal, really. However, I think they were more shocked that a group of 10 indios with 6 rowdy kids in tow were eating dumplings with forks and celebrating a birthday in an old noodle house. Tit-for-tat.
A high school classmate of mine is getting married on sunday and i was really shocked that i was invited. Totally unexpected. He was never my 'barkada' though we did share a love for comics and he did hitch with me because his house was along the way, but other than that, i've never really hung out with him the past 14 years. I don't even know his fiancee. Heck, i didnt even know that he wasn't married yet! I was touched, though, and i did RSVP. He's a decent guy and i'd love to witness an important part of his life. It's the least I could do for the trouble he went to to personally deliver the invitation to me. And its not like we had a tumultuous past or anything. If he thinks i'm worthy enough to be there, who am i to refuse? It would be fun. And i wish him (and her) the best of luck.
There. i think this will do for now. A little more practice and i should be introspecting like Siddhartha.
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