riding a roller coaster is great :)
the thrill tingling down your spine as the
ride is being pulled to position.
your hands freeze because of anticipation.
you try to regulate your breath without success.
then it drops.
you scream your heart out.
let it all out.
at first you don't want
to let go of the safety bars.
the idea itself is crazy.
ups. downs. turns. twists.
you seem more comfortable.
you now trust what’s holding you to your seat.
yet you still scream.
you try to let go now.
one hand first.
then you let go of the second.
its a completely new sensation.
you now scream twice as much.
ups. downs. turns. twists.
you wish that the ride would never end.
being in that swirling vortex was all you
ever care about.
you’ve never felt more alive.
somehow you know, this is what
you’ve been looking for.
screeching sounds as the ride progresses to a stop.
some can't wait to get out of their seats.
some can't wait to get in line again.
some can't get out of their seats (shock?)
some don't want to get out of theirs.
some cry their lungs out.
nausea hits you on your first few steps.
the experience was exhilarating but terrifying.
sure, you almost puked a couple of times.
but what the hell. you had fun :)
you want another go.
go ahead and wait in line.
sure is a lot like love huh?
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
riding a roller coaster is great :)
Posted by .skyflakes. at 5/04/2010 02:42:00 AM
Friday, July 10, 2009
Falling rocks kill one, hurt 2 in Laguna
By Abigail Kwok
First Posted 14:02:00 07/08/2009
Filed Under: Road Accidents, Accidents (general)
MANILA, Philippines— (UPDATE) Falling rocks hit a passenger van traversing the national highway in Lumban, Laguna Wednesday morning, killing a Christian evangelist and injuring two others, police said.
Senior Superintendent Manolito Labador, provincial police chief, identified the lone fatality as Arnel Jesuitas, 45, pastor of the religious Born Again group
Divina Dulce Jesuitas, 43, and Ric Candaza, 41, were seriously injured, Labrador said.
Initial investigation revealed that the van was travelling through the highway in Lewin village towards Pagsanjan town at 9:45 a.m. when rocks falling from a hill hit the vehicle.
The wounded were rushed to the Pagsanjan clinic for medical treatment, Labador said.
With a report from Maricar P. Cinco, Inquirer Southern Luzon Bureau
July 8, 2009 9:50am
"Anak! Anak! Na-aksidente sila Jojo!" mom screamed as she ran to
share the terrible news.
"Jusko, PATAY na daw ang tito niyo.." her voice was broken and trembling.
Tears welled and dropped softly. My mom, my sisters, and my cousin cried.
"Tita Gina, si mama daw po kamusta?" my cousin, Tammy, blurted out all
"Masama daw ang lagay ni Dulce. Mga anak mag pray tayo."
mom said trying to keep her composure.
I couldn't move.
Is it true?
Is this really happening?
All emotions seemed to have left me.
I froze there as my mom prayed.
When she finished, she asked;
"Migs, samahan mo si Tams, uwi
kayo ng tanay."
I managed to move my lips to say a weak "Opo."
As I went to my room to change clothes i saw
a shirt that i borrowed from Tito Jojo.
Emotions came thundering down as i clenched
the shirt with my fists.
I was in pain.
He was my favorite uncle.
I couldn't imagine him gone.
I punched my cabinet several times,
each punch harder than the next.
as if it would provide any consolation.
Mom obviously heard the noise i was making so she said;
"Migs, be strong, kaw inaasahan ko maging matatag
sa mga ganitong sitwasyon. Kailangan mo maging
malakas para sa Lolo't Lola mo, pati sa mga pinsan mo."
I can only nod in agreement.
Trying to relax myself, i breathed
deeply. exhaled slowly.
After a brief moment i started to
pack my stuff. (even if my hands were still a bit shaky.)
"What the heck should i bring?"
I wasn't prepared for this.
Who am i kidding?
We prayed one last time before
they let us leave.
My eyes were still red and
teary when i stepped out of the house.
It was a good day. The sun was shining brightly
and the sky was perfect. The clouds looked
so soft and inviting. I felt like they
were mocking me.
We rode a tricycle to Robinson's East.
Then hopped on an FX to Cainta Junction.
After that we got on a jeep and sat infront.
The next hour and a half was pure torture.
Trapped in a jeep.
My thoughts were racing wildly.
I felt useless.
I don't know what to do.
I was desperate to know what
My whole body was tense
that it hurt.
Finally we reached Tanay.
We hurriedly jumped off the
jeep and rode the first tricycle
"Kuya, sa Lubigan po." Tammy said before I did.
As we approached the gate, Tammy said,
"Kuya Migs, nagbayad ba tayo sa jeep?"
"Diba binigay ko sayo yung pamasahe ko?" i replied.
"Hindi ako nakapagbayad!" she said.
We both smiled and laughed a little.
Friends greeted us with questions as we walked in.
"Ano daw nangyari?"
"Kamusta na Tito at Tita niyo?"
"Nasan na daw sila?"
blah. blah. blah.
I answered as best as i could.
"O sya, magpahinga muna kayo." ate Lilybeth said.
We sat down for hours, calling and
texting our relatives.
It was so confusing.
One minute you accept what has happened.
And in the next, you suspend your belief and tell
yourself, "This isn't true.."
At around 5pm, a family friend dropped by.
Tita Pauline(as we like to call her) and her husband Gary
visited and prayed with us. We cried again.
Then at around 6pm. Tosky and Aaron got home.
I ran out to them hurriedly. As i reached out
to hug Aaron, he said, "Kuya Migs, wala na si tatay.."
His expression at the time was forever carved into my memory.
I hugged him tighter, as the tears rolled freely down our
cheeks. After a few moments, i let go and ushered him inside the house.
When we sat down to eat. I realized i was starved.
We ate in silence. After eating, we received a text
message from Lola that Tito's wake will be held at the church.
On our way there, i didn't know if i could find the
courage to see his face. I didn't know if i was ready.
Even as we approached Tito's casket, i still couldn't
bring myself to believe that it was really him inside.
The last time i saw him was two weeks ago.
He was happy.
I couldn't think of anyone that has so much to live for
than him. But i knew deep in my heart, God has his reason
for taking him.
As we looked at him, i finally accepted the sad truth.
He was gone.
(Sept. 21, 1964 - July 8, 2009)
Posted by .skyflakes. at 7/10/2009 07:19:00 AM
Sunday, June 28, 2009
i remember writing this 2 summers ago. back when i was still hooked at an online game called pristontale. hmm. used to play almost 10-15 hrs a day. i know. hooked is taking it lightly, consumed was closer to the truth :)
wrote this when i took a break from playing 1 night, and no i didn't drink or smoke any weed if that's what you're thinking. spending too much time infront of my computer really mustve scrambled my brains. hahahaha. well, read up and tell me what you think of it :)
"magaling magaling magaling." yan ung sinabi sakin nung kumpare kong langka habang binabasa ang aklat ng walang hanggan. wari daw ako ay maging malaya para hindi malanta un tanim sa bundok ng tasa. akalain mo nga naman na may planeta palang tumatalon-talon? hanep sarap amuyin eh. hindi ko maintindihan hindi ko maintindihan! oh wag mo kantahin, tula yan. pag sapit ng tagmais dapat maging masunurin ang langgam para makakain ng sapat sa ibabaw ng buwan. malay mo manalo ka sa lotto? o dba? sama lang ako sayo solb na, kahit dos lng dala ko. basta wag mo kalilimutan, ung ulam sa mesa ilagay sa ref at baka mamulaklak ng kamatis, mahirap un sabi ko sayo. magmamantsa sa buhok. tulad nung isang beses sa bahay ng pare kong ipis, naku hinaluan nia ng toyo ung balde, naging kamote 2loy. tawa sia ng tawa, nasiraan na ata. basta e2 tandaan mo: "aus lng 2mawa paminsan, wag lng magdadrugs." wahaha.
Posted by .skyflakes. at 6/28/2009 08:24:00 AM
Saturday, June 27, 2009
i was a cute kid back in my elementary days.
chubby. chinky eyed. at wag ka, maputi din ako.. DATI.
(oo nga pala, sinulat ko tong draft na to habang
"nakikinig" sa PTA program ng grade 4 kong kapatid
na si Gino. Tama, proxy nga ako ng nanay ko. haha.
anyway, back to the post)
flag ceremony. 7:00am. kotse ni lolo.
"Kuya, gising na! Nandito na tayo sa school!" sigaw ng bata
kong kapatid na si Pia.
Kuskos ng mata.
Unat ng konti.
Punas ng laway sa gilid ng bibig.
Tingin sa salamin.
6:30 ang start ng ceremony. Ayos.
Tapos na yung "Bayang Magiliw".
Lagi nalang naabutan eh yung last
few lines ng Roosevelt College Hymn.
"...Thy glory fame, we'll all defend,
thy children dear we will ever be.."
(sa taas ng tono nito wala ka nang
maririnig na estudyante. kung meron man,
SINGTONADO na ang loko.)
Dulo nanaman ng pila.
Pulbos sa leeg.
Butil-butil na pawis sa
taas ng bibig at ilong.
Nameplate na sinlaki ng
billboard sa Edsa.
Lunchbox na blue.
Stroller na Power-Rangers.
Jug na blue.
Black leather shoes.
White socks na abot hanggang
Posted by .skyflakes. at 6/27/2009 11:08:00 AM
Friday, June 26, 2009
some of these came from my own personal mishaps.
other items came from my buds, well MOST of em. hahaha.
Miggy's Law of Mechanical Repair:After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch.
Miggy’s Variation Law:If you change queues, the one you have left will start to move faster than the one you are in now.
Miggy’s Law of Thermodynamics: As soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold. or vice versa :) nice cool frappe turns to sweaty mud puddle.
Miggy's Principle of Close Encounters: The probability of meeting someone you know increases when you are in a situation where you do not want to be seen by anybody. (bad hair day? seeing your ex? hahaha)
Miggy’s Principle of Repairs: When you try to prove to the repairman that a machine doesn’t work, it will.
Miggy's Law of Biomechanics: The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reachability of the area
Miggy's Principle of Work: When you are working late, the boss will never be around. When you are surfing the net the boss will always drop by.
hmm.. similar experiences?
laws you wanna add?
go ahead, feel free :)
Posted by .skyflakes. at 6/26/2009 03:18:00 PM