LOST in SPACE

my place. my life. don't interfere.

 

the other night, friday night - i saw Bamboo. as in Francisco "Bamboo" Mañalac, lead singer of Rivermaya before and now lead vocals of Bamboo. i saw him in G4, waiting in line to eat in some resto (i forgot which). i passed by their band and i just have to let out a whoop after seeing them. of course, i didnt when i was passing them, but - i really shouted with glee after i passed by them. for those of you who don't know, Bamboo is my greatest crush ever since in HS. and i love it when he sang 214 back when he was still in Rivermaya. i love his songs. i love him sing. i love his get-up. i love his being "Bamboo." period.

unfortunately though - he's married.

sigh.....

said, written, taken, ranted by: wuthie at 23:15 | link | comments |

im sitting in front of my computer, trying to think, trying to write my last paper as a student. but unfortunately, my mind is elsewhere and i cant seem to string a coherent sentence together to finish my paper. here i am, trying to fool myself that im intelligent enough to have graduated (or rather, will be graduating in a month's time) as a filmmajor and i cant even bring myself to write a film critique paper. what kind of filmmajor am i? loser.

said, written, taken, ranted by: wuthie at 08:05 | link | comments |

two more papers to go, one oral exam and i'm officially a graduate.

and a bum.

welcome to the real world!!!!

said, written, taken, ranted by: wuthie at 21:42 | link | comments |

nuni-nuni-nu...

have nothing to do...

so i'm here singing out the blues...

for you...

wahaha!!! corny!

said, written, taken, ranted by: wuthie at 22:26 | link | comments |

haay... long week. finally, classes are over. but i still got a lot of paperwork to finish and a lot of things to pass... so i'm not sure if i could graduate.

well, not yet..

AAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!

tired. toxic. sleep. needed.

said, written, taken, ranted by: wuthie at 13:18 | link | comments |

before, i was posting and posting and posting. now - I'M NOT.

HAHA!!! Funny how life seems to turn into unusual circumstances... whatever that means...

had a very LLOOOONNNNGGGGG day today.... went to school at around 1030am, talked to someone, resolved things, researched a bit, went to cubao, then greenhills, then megamall, bought some blank cds then finally - home. here i am, writing in my blog and not knowing what else there is to say.  sigh...

damn... my title is so right for me. i'm lost in space at the moment.

said, written, taken, ranted by: wuthie at 22:50 | link | comments |

i can't believe it. i'm posting and posting and posting.

i guess i'm just excited using this and all that. (not that it's my first blog or something..)

let's see now... i'm sad and disappointed and frustrated.

why?

1st, thesis defense. need i say more? i know i did my best and fine. i won't care na lang.

2nd, acads. i dunno. i'm hoping i graduate this sem. know what i mean?

3rd, career. my folks are trying to run my life! (well, don't all folks do that - once in their lifetime?)

4th - oh well, don't wanna think about it at the moment as it is not an important priority in my life as of now..

so there. stop ranting ruth.

said, written, taken, ranted by: wuthie at 11:46 | link | comments |

this is a bulletin board message i got from friendster. for those who are registered voters and who are thinking of voting this coming elections, read on...

"AM I an idiot?" I asked my friend.

"What makes you think you are?" he answered.

"You told me."

"I did not," he said with a shrug.

"You know that I will vote for FPJ. And you said
that only idiots will vote for him."

"I did," he whispered.

"So am I an idiot?"

He did not answer.

"It's not only you who said that, my classmates,
professors, board mates and even my sisters did.
Even though they did not say it literally, but I
am not that numb not to get the bottom line."

"You can't blame them?"

"And you're one of them." I glared at him.

"How will an undergraduate rule the country?" he
asked.

"Ask him," I answered.

"How will he reunite the country?"

"I don't have any idea."

"How will he solve the dollar and peso crisis?"

"He will produce his own movies and go to the
Oscars."

"How will he solve the conflict here in
Mindanao?"

"He will attack the Abu Sayyaf on his own and
rip them one by one."

I was serious.

"I'm simply show--"

"That what? I am an idiot? Well, then you're
just asking a question to which President Arroyo
can't offer a solution."

"Why will you vote for FPJ?" he asked solemnly.

"I don't want a brilliant a leader."

"We do need them."

"We have a dozen of them in the Senate, in the
House of Representatives and even in
municipalities. But here we are living in a
place suffering from great poverty."

"I see, all we need is a stupid president."

"The problem with brilliant leaders is that they
are self-centered, self-confident. They think
that they are always right, they work on their
own without considering the ideas of
subordinates."

"You've got it wrong," he protested.

"Yeah, I guess. But according to surveys average
individuals succeed in life against geniuses."

"And poor people -- majority of them are
uneducated."

"Yeah. You really want our country to progress?
And choosing the right leader is the solution?"

"The major solution that I see."

"And you really think that there is?"

He simply looked at me.

"If FPJ will not win, I will not march to EDSA
and ask for Gloria or Roco or Lacson (whoever
will be the president) to resign. Indeed, I will
support him/her, and pray for him/her to be a
good leader. If you really want progress in our
country, start it within you. I heard also that
if FPJ will win, some of us would migrate to
another country. Will you?"

He did not answer.

"You know what, for me choosing the right leader
is not the major solution for our country to
move forward. It's being a good member of
society."

"What if we choose a bad leader?" he asked.

"That's the other side of the story, and besides
there is no perfect leader."

"That is why in choosing a leader we must
consider lots of things -- brains and
experience."

"If that is really important, that should be
included in the requirements for president."

He shook his head.

"Okay, I don't want to be irrational. I see FPJ
as honest and loyal." I adjusted myself on the
bench. "I know that I can't convince you to vote
for him. We are entitled to our own opinion and
choice. All I can say is that choosing a
president is like choosing a woman to marry. We
look for a perfect woman, even though we know
there is none. Then, after marriage we can
conclude that she was not the woman we wanted. I
choose FPJ to be my wife. In choosing a
president, we can't be sure that he will be
perfect." I took a long pause.

"What are you trying to say?"

"If God will give me GMA as my wife, I will be
faithful to her even if she cheats on me. 'Cause
I will let God lead me to my destiny."

My classmates from high school came by to fetch
me. I left my friend. As I walked away from him,
I forgot to ask him again.

So I will just ask you: "Am I an idiot?"

said, written, taken, ranted by: wuthie at 11:29 | link | comments |