I mean think about it. Life's too short to take it seriously anyway.
And if you live life like you're afraid to die then when you die,
you'll realize you haven't live at all or something like that. (I'm trying to sound smart so bear with me.)
Or by the time you're through, you'll just look like an old hag. Seriously. You don't wanna live life looking like that.
This is err, a place I call home. My comfort zone.
A place where I can do stuff without anyone nagging me about it.
Here in a loosey-goosey environment, I write. I listen. I speak. I draw.
I curse. I play. I flirt. I dance. I party. I try to entertain. I...
just do. 'Coz I want to. And you can't do anything about it.
Well, what are you doing here? Believe it or not, destiny have brought you here little one..(and serendipity perhaps?)
Everything happens for a reason. At this very moment. YOU should be here. "COINCIDENCE happens."
Since you are here just the same, please take the time to look around. I'm sure you'll find something interesting to read or look at. This thing you are reading right now won't tell you what I'm all about. See the pictures below?! (..those are navigational things and have some purpose) So use your mouse to accomplish something..
And, oh yeah.. Make the most out of your stay
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Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Going Back Home
I let out an audible, "Nooooooooooooo!" when I learned that my dad booked me tickets two weeks ago to go to Iloilo to visit my grandma.
(And along you guys thought that I've turned into this hermit and locked myself in a room with nothing but my PSP, well it's close but not quite.)
It's not that I don't want to visit her but knowing that I have to cut back on my PSP playing time and not be able to go to some of the summer activities I have planned makes me wanna cry.
Well I tried to reason my way out with my dad to no avail.
--Me: "Dad, maybe I could go there some other time?" --Dad: "But it's your grandma's birthday. It will be even more special if you go now." --Me: "[long pause coz I'm thinking of an excuse] But I need to go somewhere. Somewhere important. [long pause] Uhmmm I have a meeting. Yes that's right a meeting with uhmmmm.. [long pause] my boss. Yes, my boss." --Dad: "Really? I'll just call your boss and explain the whole thing." --Me : So when do I leave?
(Note: Don't you notice that when you try to lie about something you tend to say things that really don't make sense at all. Looking back, I sounded like a retard.)
The best thing that I did was I moved the date a bit earlier so I can still make the summer trip planned here in our office. I told myself, "It wouldn't be all that bad right?"
I know then I was trying to sound optimistic but you know what? I was wrong.
My flight was supposed to be at 7 in the morning. Due to the fact I was still playing PSP until the wee hours in the morning, I ended up waking up at 5:30 (and that's because I heard my mom shouting that why the heck was I still at home.)
To make matters even worse, I haven't pack a thing.
So I stuffed all my things in my backpack, showered quickly, and headed to the airport. The first song I heard was Bad Day by Daniel Powter. And I thought, "God, please say it isn't so." All the time I was in the car praying, "God please turn the light to green." "God please make the driver in front of us wanna pee his pants so he'll drive faster."
What time did I reach the airport? 6:30. By 6:40 I was in the departure area. Now who says praying doesn't work?
But what really made my day was the people around me in the departure area. Guys wearing board shorts. Girls wearing sarong. My point is people waiting for their flight to Boracay. While I was going to spend a couple of days in... prison? They were on their way to paradise. The funny thing was a girl beside me gave me a weird look like, "Why the heck is he still sitting when we're already boarding? Maybe it's 'coz the outfit I had on suggests otherwise, if she only knew. I really wanted to ask her if she wants to trade places with me.
Turns out my experience with my grandma is something I wouldn't trade for the world. I've learned so much about life just by spending a couple of days with her than I'm going to learn in a lifetime.
Her advice about life:
-- Enjoy life while you can 'coz when you're older it's harder because you can't move.
-- Have enough money to retire on 'coz if you don't then it's harder to order people around to do stuff for you... like wiping your ass.
Her advice about love:
-- Don't marry yet. (I think she told me this a bunch of times.)
-- If you're gonna pick a girl to marry here are the criteria:
1. Healthy (so you won't have any problem when you guys grow old) 2. Respect for Elders (so you'll know she will respect you and your parents) 3. Well-Off (so at least you won't have a hard time going through life. It's harder to live life when you're poor)
She told me this, "Don't believe that nonsense that you can't love someone who's also rich or at least well-off. Be practical."
I then asked, "Wouldn't it be harder for me 'coz I'm a guy? I should be the one who should be working my ass off to be rich."
She answered, "Marry someone dumb."
Point taken grandma. You're the best.
(Oh and I forgot to mention this -- one side of my grandma's place was recently turned into an all-girls dorm. She said that at least she's earning off the damn place. Now remember this scene -- You're the only guy trapped in an all girls dorm where the girls haven't seen a guy in ages and then they suddenly notice you. Now, they're itching to take a piece of you with them. That's the scene that keeps on running in my head the whole time I was there.)
Mr. Poe is a paradox. He is young yet he is old. That is from his age and his responsibilities.
He has a day job and what does he do at night? Nobody knows yet.
Whether he is a Casanova, a dead ringer for a celebrity, or a ninja, only a few people will know.
Sometimes he can be generally boring or a walking time bomb. Spontaneous.
Some sources thinks he is like a riddle and he to likes being mysterious with that poker face of his.
And he likes it that way. If he is inspired or compelled by necessity, he likes to and writes forgettable pieces of poetry and songs or draw undecipherable works of garbage err.. arts.
Otherwise, the rest of his time is consumed by web design, painting, and sports.
Apathy. That's what he feels most of the time but wants to go to heaven. Still Optimistic.
He still believes he is a prodigy and secretly hopes he has traces of the Godfather, Beatles, and Da Vinci in his soul.
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