That Feeling

do you know that feeling you get during a moment that you know you could've died? that's what happened to me the other night.

after i took dra. abby home, i managed to walk around in circles until i found a path that led me around the ortigas area. it was 950pm. and just so i could get a real chance of making it to the last trip of the MRT line, i had to hurry it up.

i felt my heart starting to crash as i walked up the flight of stairs going up to the shaw station. as expected there were a lot of people. i walked to the side so i could recover. after a couple of breaths, went to the exact fare lane (apparently, it was the only one left).

it could've been like any other line you take at the MRT station but there was this lady who just really bothered me. i queued like any normal person and was just minding my own business when suddenly, this middle-aged lady with glasses and very sweaty, oily skin stood beside me. i didn't mind it at first but then the people were really piling up behind her.

i didn't mind her again but as we were nearing the cashier/counter, she was moving differently now. it was strange because if i moved one step. she'd move one step. if i moved two forward, she'd move two forward. i mean, what's with that? is she really trying to displace me from my line?

that's not everything. when it was finally my turn to pay, you know what she did? you guessed it. she cut my line and placed herself first! i couldn't help it but start laughing at how irate this lady was.

                                                 oh, fear me!!!

i mean, how low can you get? but since im a genuinely nice person, i paid for my ticket and caught up with her. as i was walking past her, i said, "ui.. ingat po kayo." then i hurried off, and got on the MRT.

10 minutes later i went down on north avenue and got on a bus to go north. i figured id go for a non-aircon bus this time just so i could figure out the fare difference. i couldn't explain why but my heart really started pumping really hard again. then it became palpitation. then i couldn't breathe. when the driver started off, it eased for awhile.

we were cruising for about 5 minutes when he finally sped up. and by sped up, i mean going at least 80-100kph in the middle of EDSA. he sees a taxi, overtakes. sees a bicycle, overtakes (that made me squirm), and just when he's about to overtake a jeepney... it happens.

at the middle of the lane, going at least 80kph, we blew a tire. and at that moment, i took a very long breath and it seemed like my life flashed before my eyes. maybe not what happened in the past, but rather, what i wanted to happen in my life. it all seemed to slip away.

a couple of seconds later, the driver regained control and brake-skidded us to the side of the pavement. it was incidentally where i was supposed to get off, and so when i did, i tried my best to shrug it off.

                           "im just a little rusty." was all he could say.

i did my best to deny what happened but what really bothered me the most was the feeling i got. there was a certain inner peace or calm that happened. it's as if the breath i took was going to last forever. i can't say it was a pleasant feeling. but it was really different.

as i walked to my habitat, i recalled the feeling over and over again. i took that as yet another lease on life.

maybe it was just the hormones trying to block out the perceived forthcoming pain. but the question still remains, what was that?

how about you? have you ever felt that way before?

Those Roasted Chicken Cravings

the other night, i was finally able to rendezvous with my cousin, dra. abby, at megamall. it was a fun night since we were supposed to meet a couple of nights ago but due to our hectic schedules, it only came into fruition at night.

since megamall is just a big place and probably the perfect excuse to get lost somewhere, it took us a couple of "asan ka na?", "where na u?" and a couple of texts and phone calls in between just so we could meet up. turns out there were two french baker outlets there. (now i know. haha)

we passed by her place where i dropped my bag since it was heavy and then we walked a couple of blocks so i could introduce her to this place where i'd usually have my roasted chicken cravings..

since she was the one who treated us the food for our amontay trip back in butuan, i insisted that i foot the bill tonight. i wanted her to experience the whole yoo-hoo experience (at least for starters), so i got her one quarter of roasted chicken and some liempo.

i really don't know what makes me keep on coming back for more and more. maybe it's the chicken. maybe it's their wonderful suka (vinegar), or gravy. but more possibly, it could be all of 'em! haha!

really thinking about franchising this in the future. but im gonna need time for that pa.

as i learned from my dad, the gauge for a restaurant is the chicken.

and take it from me; this chicken is the best i have tasted my whole life. :)

Scribbles

have you ever caught yourself lying down on the sofa, bed, sofa-bed, taking a walk, or staring into space, when all of a sudden, a thought or idea just hits you from out of nowhere? that's what this is all about

no grammar. no rules. no explanations. just scribbles.


oh, half of my heart..

problems are okay.

what do you really want?

these books are quite expensive..

wonder what she's doing right now..

New Segment: Scribbles

i thought about making this site more personal so i'm introducing this new segment i call (drum roll..)... (drum roll again..) .....scribbles!

so, what is scribbles? simply put, it's about those little thoughts that just seem to make themselves felt and then swiftly, disappear. a good friend of mine, who's a doctor, is the who inspired me to create this segment.

she said, "the most beautiful thoughts are those most fleeting." i bet they are. that's why she manages to get anything she can write on. like a simple tissue or tear of paper, just so she can write these thoughts for safekeeping.

have you ever caught yourself lying down on the sofa, bed, sofa-bed, taking a walk or just staring into space, when all of a sudden, a thought or idea just hits you?

then quickly disappears before you can even try to remember?

that's what this is all about.. preserving that moment.

expect scribbles to be contain these thoughts. first post happens in a while. ;)

Signs

surviving the "mass orientation" this morning, i just had to sleep so i forcibly carried myself to take that walk home and got to sleep for an hour.

again, my registration card said that i was supposed to go to the medical building, 5th floor, room 503. that's funny. one thing i like about schools; the contemporary elevator.

when i got there, i managed to find a seat and did something i never really did back in college. i sat in front! wow. deep inside, i could hear people making a big round of applause for me. the ego, superego, and especially the id, they were all so supportive. the id may have just been mocking me, but that's okay.

it was 1pm. at 2pm, when there was just about a hundred of us and no teacher, someone finally came in and said we weren't supposed to be there. we were supposed to be at another room designated for us as posted on the ground floor (again?).

we all scurried faster than we could, thinking we were already late. the elevator was full so the stairs was the most convenient option. that's 5 whole floors. went down and when i finally saw the posting, that basically removed every ounce of mental energy i had that day.

.. 10th floor. and guess what else was happening?

the elevator was full.

                                this would have been more interesting.

 kawawang ako. had to go up 10 long flights again. and by the time i got up and sat down to the seat in front (naturally!), my seatmate asked me if i had my photocopy already. "of what?", i asked. "your registration card. it was posted there that we need to have a copy."

my, oh my. 10 flights down, another 10 flights up. plus the flights i took earlier today, and that makes one very tired me.

i really need to pay attention to those corridors.

First Shocker

i got up extra early today. partly because i didn't get an ounce of sleep. well, maybe i did. does an hour or two equate to an ounce? someone should write a dissertation on  that. how much sleep does an "ounce" really mean? probably include a "wink" as in "forty winks" while you're at it.

by the way, i finally chose my medical school. i chose the one i felt would serve my ambitions best. it's outside davao. i expect a little culture shock here. my job's to make it at least a bit more tolerable.

my registration card said i should be in school at around 8am. since my habitat is only a 5 or 10-minute walk, i can afford myself the one thing that most people in this city lacks; waking up an hour before class starts. Cheers for me!

8am en punto. i was there but unfornately, nobody else was. looked around and saw the announcement (which i sorta missed for some reason. possible the blinder effect? i made that term up, btw). supposed to go to the orientation room somewhere.

school's a maze. when i finally got there, it was very cool. literally. probably the coldest place i've visited my whole life. it's even colder than the SD building of san pedro college. the cold would've given me more than shivers had it not been for the one thing i didn't expect to happen.. a mass.

what the?! this is the first time in my life i've ever gone to an orientation started with a mass. though this is a private, and catholic school, i'd expect something like this to happen more plausibly within uste.

what do you think? should school orientation programs begin with a mass?

An Old Habit Surfaces

so, after really thinking about it for the last couple of weeks, i'm finally back to blogging. of course, i have to thank ms nice urdaneta, my good classmate back in san pedro college, for letting me think about blogging again.

i have to admit. i do miss blogging. there's a certain freedom that goes with it which allows people to just dissociate from reality and enter into another reality. that's going to be the primary flow of this blog, the license to disconnect. 

grammar? as i'm only human, i might get a few stuff hangover along the way. that's just how it works, especially if you're thoughts keep flowing and flowing as if there's no tomorrow. you get caught up in the thought. but as long as the idea is conveyed, portrayed, and understood, then communication happens.

what is this blog going to be about? generally, it's i'll be treating it as my own little place in the web. you'll find a lot of my thoughts here. insights as well, on how i go about my daily things. i might, no, i will obsessively blog about the things that interest me. expect this to be more around my life in school, where i hang out and occasionally, even the people i'd be meeting.

this is about where i go, what i do, and how they happen. this is a boy who goes places.