Ho-hum Today

I didn't really do anything today but study, stay online, chat with a few friends and buy some stuff in the mall. Our place is really convenient, I tell you. We've got everything surrounding us. Take for example, the mall is just a few blocks away, the deli is just a couple, the grocery is near the mall and the movie house is just around the corner. Convenient, eh? You know what the best part is? The best part is that the GYM is actually in the mall, I could just walk going there! Wonderful. That's not all, the gym is adjacent to GNC (General Nutrition Center). What does that mean? That means I can buy all the supplements a bodybuilder can ask for, from whey protein to glutamine (an amino acid)! Whoa!!! Call me shallow or call me weird, I don't care. It's just that these opportunities are inundating me in such short notice! What's better is that I'm taking these review classes for the SATs. The tough part there is the studying and the cost, which is $999. What the hell is that, right? Nonetheless, they have a guarantee; if you don't get the score that you like, you can review with them again FOR FREE!!! Americans really know how to sell quality products and services, eh? I hope I get my money's worth in this KAPLAN. I'm kind of worried about the way things are going to turn out, but it's all good. There isn't any road to go to than forward, right? So, whatever, I'll just go with the flow. I thereby make a solemn vow to myself, with God as my witness, that I, thereafter this blog entry, will improve my entire well-being generally. Amen. (^_^)

The other side of the coin is, sadly, nostalgia and homesickness. I know this'll pass eventually. I miss the times when I spoke with Nikki on the phone everytime she has a problem, which is MOST of the time. Nikki, you better find a new metaphorical brother over there or you'll break. I miss the Speakers and Actors Company bloopers and gimmicks, instigated by Marc Besa. Ah, Marc Besa, that guy's irreplacable. The Bern and Cecille issue, I miss you guys!!! I'm sorry I didn't get to go to the tea bonding. Mike coerced me to play DotA. *laughs out loud* I miss my bestfriend Mike!!! Damn it!!! Go back to Manila so I could contact you already!!! Please?

I would love to have a "the crew" reunion one day. The crew here in America should have a road trip!!! Johannes Ronquillo better plan something! I miss that guy, too. He's pretty quiet but funny. I hope he's still the same ol' Joe! He's the one that introduced me to the Red Hot Chili Peppers addiction. When we're out on the road, I'm definitely going to play "Road Trippin'."

"Road trippin' with my two favorite allies. Fully loaded, we've got snacks and supplies. It's time to leave this town, it's time to steer away. Let's go get lost somewhere in the U-S-A..."

It's going to be great...

In A Time Long Since Past

My highschool life...

Ah yes, those were the days. I stumbled upon a graduation photo when I was rummaging through my friends' friendster profiles.

I'm going to miss these people. I hope that we will meet again some other time when destiny will again make our roads intertwine.

Kudos my friends. Godspeed...

Me with some of my favorite people (April 1st, 2006)

I'm O-KAY (Trust me...)

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and wondered how long you've gone through your life? You just staring out in the dark oblivion of the past to the future? You just looking for the traces of childhood in your face, the countenance of joy, love and hope? I have. I was thinking how the time passed by so quickly. Quick enough, I might add, that one, such as I, didn't notice it pass by. I'm not brooding for a lost past and a regrettable future, I'm just being downright nostalgic.

Where have the good times gone?

I am so missing everyone right now.

The family... The Mike (Or the bestfriend)... The Nikki (Or the Metaphorical Sis)... The Besty... The Speakers and Actors... The Besa (Or the Wingcom)... The Agcaoili and the Gumby... The Party People... The Chairmen... The Bukake Boys... The Bobet (Or the Coach in the Gym)... The RX experience... The Gym buddies... and... The Bella.

Nevertheless, sacrifices are to be made to reach the pinnacle of success, am I right? It's not like I'm actually phasing away from the good old days, I never will. I am just sacrificing personal contact with it. This experience would just pass on by swiftly, like the good old days, I would hardly even know it did. When that moment comes, I'm already a bonafide man of success. And as for the good old days, it will be relived just as how it is supposed to be.

A Turbulent Flight

We all know, if not, some, that my mother left me to seek for success when I was a little baby. She told me that she didn't want to be stepped on like that by the Teylans anymore, because according to her she was pretty much abased, so she had to go to New York IMMEDIATELY to prove them wrong. She told me that my grandmother, the one that raised me up as a fine young gentleman, said that she would hand me over to her when I would grow up eventually. Thus, her departure on such a short notice. That's her side of the story. Now she's getting me back for all those lost times. I asked her if she just went here for a matter of pride. She replied no. She went to New York to prove the Teylans that she wasn't a woman to be stepped on. At the back of my mind I contemplated, "At the expense of losing your child?" She said that was a sacrifice she had to make, in my dictionary it was a matter of pride.

A mother cannot start at 18, because she has to start in zero. It doesn't matter who your biological parents are, you didn't ask for life. The people who matters the most are the ones that RAISED you.

My grandmother raised me, and now I'm leaving her for this woman that I barely even know who claims she's my mother?

The initial days of my stay here in New York has been okay. It's not the greatest experience but, nonetheless, educating. I learned a lot of neat stuff here like cooking, cleaning, fixing my stuff, studying real hard -- I know what your thinking and I admit it, I was a bum before. I eat a lot of healthy food here, as I mentioned in my previous post, and I think that life cannot get any better than this. Well, except that my mother is a bit hard up due to the antebellum house she just procured. We're worrying a lot about my studies too. I really wasn't a great pupil, I have to say. That's why she's enrolling me in KAPLAN. It costs $999, I might add. It's some review classes for the SATs. The SATs are going to determine if I get in college or not. That's why, from this day forward, KAPLAN is my life, period.

I have to thank my mom for everything she has given me, I have to give her that, although she lacks experience as a mother. There are a lot of opportunities, like going to New York for example, that I, myself, cannot attain that she's given me. But despite these blessings, she somehow neutralizes it with her attitude. She is the "jealous" type. She wants all the attention to herself. Take for example, the reason my Greek stepfather, Athanassios Petrotos, and my mother are getting a divorce because she is simply hard to manage. She does NOT respect privacy. She implied that she rummaged through my "going away" letters and read it, because she thinks that there is something in the letter that she read that I am hiding from her. It was Maddi who wrote me the letter, by the way. After reading it, she asked me if I already had "SEX" with her. Can you imagine? My god... I was like, "Mom read it again."

She maybe a nurse practitioner, but my comprehension level and EQ exceeds WAAAAY over hers. Americans even find her fuckin' slow whenever were together. I have to admit, I'm a tad embarassed of her.

We argued that she should've asked me first before opening it. I mean it's a respect for privacy, right? After that I just found her saying, "You're just 18, you're saying that you have privacy?" I retorted, "Everybody has privacy, you want me to ask everybody that I see if they would agree with me?" After a few word battles, with her mother as my ally, she admitted she was wrong and that she ALWAYS is wrong. What the fuck is that? She has no 'friggin right to imply shit and use reverse psychology. What? Does she think I don't know that?

She's jealous of my grandmother and my father, basically the entire Teylan clan, because my heart is close to them despite distance. She wants to take things fast. Little does she know that I will get closer to her over time.

Hope she learns in the nick of time before I throw a conniption and leave her for dead.

A New Beginning

People have this ideology of a new start; that you should wash your hands clean of what happened beforehand. I beg to differ. One must know his start to proceed to the finish. Remember your humble beginnings and you shan't stray off the path that you are traversing. If you don't know where you began, you wouldn't have any goal in the first place, right? The path may be tumultuous, meandering, there may be the occasional highway robbers, but nonetheless, you're going to reach the end of the road in the nick of time. Well, as long as you walk the pathway expeditiously. My point is, I miss the Philippines and the family that raised me to be a man, the Teylans.

I'm in New York presently. It's really not bad. The house is simple, moderate, manageable, warm, carpeted and lovely. It's a great place for self-improvement. It's also a place of countless possibilities. I love the weather, but there is still something in my guts that call me to the motherland. I will come back, eventually. It will be only for visits though. I'm all established here now, destiny beckons and I hope that it shall be sweet.

I'm happy with this place. Unlike my diet in the Philippines, the one here is pretty much wonderful. I eat a lot of greens, leafy ones too, only lean meat, some livers, skim milk, fruit juices and that's just the beginning of it. New York means NEW BEGINNING for me. I'm pretty much enjoying the dork-ish life over here -- the health-buff lifestyle and the study-study-study habit. Chores and reading has become my modus operandi each and every 'friggin day. I ain't complaining about it, it's actually biding my time. Whoopfrigityhoo.

I'm going to start to go to the gym again tomorrow, I can't wait! Something new to bide my time.