Wednesday, April 25, 2012
The Day of Brat
One day in any year is inevitably my birthday. Although I feel that the world is an old house falling apart (tsunamis, nuclear launch, global warming), I still find reasons to be glad. The bright sun, Facebook notifications, and friends who are always willing to get me blind-drunk at their expense…the list can go on but it does not have to because it might go beyond post-apocalyptic.
I’m jobless as of the moment (25 Apr 2012, 4:01pm), waiting for 5 more days to get started with my new job. Sometimes it’s as if I’m a taxidermy-ed animal: all skin and got nothing to do but grin stupidly and stay still. But I’m happy because destiny dropped me at happy times amidst awesome people. They’ve always got my skinny back and I don’t even have to ask them to. This post is nearly two months delayed but I don’t care because time is retarded at this side of the world.
I am grateful to my parents for raising me well even if there were clear signs early that I’d grow up to be a moron. 5 years ago my father took me on the exact day of my birthday to the Land Transportation Office to get my driver’s license. Five years of motor-biking and not a single accident. The secret to being safe is to keep in mind that speeding recklessly is never cool. If you were so fast you should be out there giving Valentino Rossi all sorts of depressions and career insecurity. But nobody can do that so we might all as well think that the road is a place to travel safely at reasonable speed. I’m almost beyond the point of thanking my father. So thanks for the trust. He knew I wouldn’t mess up with him. I spent a good part of my childhood traveling far distances with him while he did deliveries and I’ve learned from the best and seen the worst accidents at an early age. Five years and looking forward to more motor bike rides thanks to him.
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I spent 24 hours of calm and rest at Camotes Island, Cebu. With the usual suspect of course. It’s only 30.5kms from Danao City but I wonder why it takes the ship more than three hours to get there. It’s a strip-tease of a ride and I wish they’d do something about it soon. We had no other destination but Mangodlong Paradise Resort, which we visited last year when it was not yet fully developed. Still top-class friendly service, like before, even if they are more busy now. We really love how the front desk officer accommodates us. We had no other destination on my trip aside from our short folding bike ride because I beat myself up whole year round and I want some rest on my birthday.
Cheers to life :)
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7 comments:
bugtong....bugtong
buto't BALat...pumapadyak...
slutty! i know that's you. nyahaha nyahaha
good luck sa new job, bal! while you're still unemployed, rest well.
nope its not me...
definitely maybe not me...
kit: salamat. i'm planning to stick for long. hihi
@anon: i don't know!
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did.
So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.
i agree! travel safely! na crash gani ko'g mountain bike gikan sa busay, samot nakaha og motorbike hehehehe... speeding is never cool. well i learned it the hard way. positive thing is i was able to blog about it!
mas kapoy diay kung gikan og danao, 3 hours man. kung sa pier 1 kay 2 hrs raman guro.
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