Shoot the man to the rescue???

Just a few minutes ago, while enjoying a cigarette at the smoking area of my office in Makati, I witnessed a sad thing.

In the next building, a lady in red was walking down a 7-step flight, when the three inch heel of her left shoe broke. She instantly fell to the base of where she was walking, hurling everything she was holding to the floor.

I think her ankle twisted a bit because she couldn't get up immediately.

She tries... She tries again...

She struggles.

She couldn't get up.

I was about 20 meters away while other people were walking just right past her.

Shoot the Man to the rescue???

About a dozen people passed her already. No one still helps her. What is this world coming to?

Paranoia maybe... this just may be a scam of sorts (that there is a second accomplice ready to pick something from you while you help her up)... I don't know.

Then a man stops. It looks like he asked her if she is ok. I then get to get a glimpse of her face. She's korean. She's crying. The man quickly gathers her stuff and helps her up with one quick swoop (as if a hawk beaking 3 worms in one passing).

He got her a cab and slowly assisted her into it.

A shooter hero! The 13th person to walk right by her. Odd.

I'll call him Shooter-Teen...

Shoot the man was supposed to help... Yah right!? Maybe... Maybe not. :)

Let's see in another episode.

Emote...

I usually text my friends lyrics to songs that they've never heard before, or at least I think they haven't. Song lyrics are priceless. Lyricists are true artists. Galing! Salute!

Here's one of my favorite songs. It's about change, maturity and losing everything to Love...

Enjoy... Contemplate... Emote...

Landslide
(Smashing Pumpkins)

I took my love, I took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
til the landslide brought it down

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Well, Ive been afraid of changing cause ive
Built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And Im getting older, too

Well, Ive been afraid of changing cause ive
Built my life around you
Time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And Im getting older, too
I get older, too

I took my love and took it down
I climbed a mountain, I turned around
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
The landslide brought it down
The landslide brought it down

Sitting down thinking

I am currently sitting down a very comfortable chair. On the one you release all your inner stress on. This is where I usually smoke a cigarette to maximize the experience. But now, I'm here with my laptop writing.

Sitting down thinking
(Shoot the Man)

Maybe some people wonder why I write now, now that i'm sitting on a toilet seat. Well it's because I don't want to lose my trail of thought. I have just experienced what most dorks and geeks and losers experience during their puberty stages.

Denial...

I have been denied many things in life and I am ranting about it now.

For one, I have been denied a childhood. Imagine, I had tons of toys (transformers, GI Joe, Voltes V figurines to name a few), and at age five (5), my father (Felix) hid them all in a big balik-bayan box (if ever there was already during that time) and placed that box inside a cabinet far from my reach.

Felix: You are about to start school and you should stop playing...

STOP PLAYING!? I was a five year old kid for godsake. My Aunts and uncles and cousins gave me a few toys after that year and they were all confiscated by Felix. I felt bad. I felt really really bad.

So growing up until puberty I learned to enjoy myself and the toys that Felix never knew about in secret. I'd hide them under my bed or my sister's closet, or even at my friends' houses (although this would only mean my sense of ownership for my toys was meaningless).

I grew up not just hiding my toys from Felix, I also hid who I was.

The Empress always asks me "Why do I never hear any stories about your dad, it's always your mom?"

Well, this answers your question Empress. I've hated my father since I was five years old. Because until now, I have never understood why he did that to me.

Another instance is college. This is about a girl this time. A girl named Tulip.

Tulip was a simple girl. But she wasn't mine.

Well, I figure everyone reading this now realizes how this instance ends. So, i'll leave it at that.

...

I'm done... I've flushed all this angst down the toilet... I've even forgotten why I started writing this in the first place...

Well. Denial changes some people. I for one have changed. I have learned to be patient. Expect nothing, hurt a bit instead of a lot.

Yup... Expect nothing, hurt a bit instead of a lot...

Denial: "refusal to satisfy a request or desire" - Merriam Webster...

Waking up...

I’ve always believed that good things happen to good people. But, I do not know if I am good myself. You can never judge your own self because, technically, you don’t see yourself, except of course if you stand in front of a mirror of course.

I woke up today and there was an angel sleeping beside me. She’s not a Lois Lane but she is a looker all together. Her name is Sally. And I Love Her So…

She loves coffee frapps with mint and raspberry syrup (Yuck!)… Has a cute collection of Neil Gaiman and Bob Ong Books… Has a very irritating laugh… Has the ability to go invisible every time a tear falls…

I wake her up.

Fifteen minutes later, I wake her up again…

Well at least I try… =)

She gives me a look and a shrug and a hug and makes some excuse that her monthly hormonal imbalance is taking its toll on her body again.

Again I try to wake her up…

Sally: SWEETIE FIVE MINUTES!!!

OK fine… later...

I just lie down again and watch her now. Her back turned to me now.

I say this is a good thing. Everything that is happening now is a good thing, especially this. This moment, waking up beside the one you love.