10 signs to an artist's starDOOM

june 05, 2008. 1100am.

phone endlessly ringing. i woke up. its che. che was inviting me to go to makati. she was persistent. i am still sleepy. she was still persistent. i gave up. i got up and fixed myself up.

i walked. i bought a bottle of purified water at ministop. i walked to lrt. i dropped at lrt cubao. i walked again. i entered gateway. there's a bridge. then farmers mall. i rode a bus. for mrt had a long line and the place was hot. so i decided to take the bus. but the traffic in edsa was worst. the driver won't just proceed without filling up his bus with passengers. its almost 30 minutes of waiting and we're still in ortigas. if i just knew this would happen. i should have just taken the train.

finally, i reached makati. hey, there something familiar about the place. i know the building. it reminded me of my ex---ex works here! i hope che and her friends are already here. oooh! there they are.

we went to cubao. need to accompany che to the bus terminal for her la union trip. she missed her flight again to south korea for the nth time. but i love the psp she gave me. it made me feel more materialist. but appreciated. i love her so much. but don't get me wrong. i am a materialist with a twist, whatever that be.

we went to the bus terminal. she bought a ticket. its still an hour before it leaves the terminal. we walked again. we saw a billiard bar. along the street??? we bought beer. a couple of bottles for each. we talked. we teased. alvin was already red and we're all talking nonsense and its just two bottles.

545pm.

che don't want to leave anymore.

615.

we rode a cab to sarahs in up diliman. we drank again. we saw lester, another friend from baguio. then another friend, then another and another. we ordered a round, another round, then another, until we stopped counting. theres a jam. but i only drink.

2am.

che already gave up. we waived a taxi to makati. i dropped at katipunan. i openned the door. took a bath and went to sleep.

i woke up the next day asking myself "was it a dream?" probably, because i have no hang over. but then i felt my tummy. it aches terribly. my body twisting, making fetus position. i rolled on my bed. i fell to the floor.

then i realized, i havent eaten for the entire day yesterday...and yes i drank. thus, it was not a dream.

but this wouldn't stop me from posting something. i decided to post TOP 10!!! its been a long time and i can't compose my thoughts. but here goes.

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10 signs to an artist's stardoom.

10. most of them begin guesting to game shows.

9. most of them decide to pose for a sexy magazine or shift to a more daring or sexier image. and the worst part of it is, they claim they are doing it for "art's sake"

8. most of them try establishing their own business products ranging from whitening soaps to food items.

7. most of them claim that someone's stalking them, get into a bar fight, lover's quarrel or any "petty" crimes.

6. most of them have sex video scandals circulating among phones and pirated dvds, in which some came from them in the first place.

5. (although i hate to admit this) most of them begin doing independent films. but still are questionable whether or not its is really an independent film.

4. most of them have rumors of having DOM(dirsty old men) or rich gay lovers.

3. most of them confess and even hold a live coverage of their surgical enhancement.

2. most of them instantly become singers or form a singing band.

1. most of them begin to guest or become one of the mainstay hosts of kuya germ's walang tulugan.

*again, the following entry is just my personal opinion and does not reflect the opinion of the entire blogging community. hehehe.

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"no one can make you feel inferior without your consent."

Eleanor Roosevelt, 'This Is My Story,' 1937

this would probably be one of the most powerful quotations I've encountered, if not the best. and it was just recently when i remembered and acted upon its essence.
I am seriously beginning to feel the toll of my upcoming semester. for i never thought that transferring to another school plus looking for a job that would not conflict with my classes or atleast, a day job was this exhausting. so i strolled inside a mall here in quezon city as a part of my usual regime whenever i am stressed out.
while i was walking and feeling the place, a chinky-eyed man, probably in his mid-30s, accidentally bumped against me. i knew it was nobody's fault since both of us didn't see one another coming. so out of politeness i immediately retaliated with apologies. but what i thought to be as a usual street bumps, was actually a nag from hell.
it was just that point that i determined that he was a foreigner (basing from the way he speaks) when he began shouting and pointing his forefinger to me. i've heard curses and prejudices in what was supposed to be an english litany. it was already just active listening and commonsense that was working in me to decipher what he was actually saying. but when i've heard the words: filipinos, stupid, dark-skinned and skin slugs, i knew it was already beyond the incident.

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despite his attitude, i still allowed him to finish his monologue. i also noticed some passerbys pausing and sneaking in our lame commotion. but i didn't drop my ground. i remained silent and eyes directly staring at him. honestly, i was already thinking about more racist things inside my head, like i never thought your mind was more close than your eyes and etc. but i knew for a fact that i would not stoop down to his racist-ass level.
finally, he paused and before he could even open his mouth, i immediately owned the opportunity,
i even remember making a step forward and told him,
"from the way you reacted, mister, this would just prove to yourself and the rest of those who have heard that you are a hundred times worst than what you have foolishly said."
then i gracefully turned my back away from him and calmly walk away. i don't know if he just had difficulties understanding what i've said or did not at all. but he didn't actually chase me, as i have feared it to be.

i was already inside the train when everything began to sink in. it was a total disbelief for me, that i actualkly did that. considering i am not really the war freak or confrontational type of a guy.on the other hand, i knew from the moment he sounded racist, that iwas a major petpeeve that i wouldn't allow to pass.
i really felt good after the incident. i felt as if i have won the most victorious battle of my life: teaching someone that the foulest being is the one who throw foul things against other beings.

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since i really don't have anything in mind to discuss about, i just want to thank my sponsor: tshirt blahs for coming up such a wonderful statement shirt for me.

whatever!

why ewik?

when i was in college i tried carrying out my second name, erik. instead of my first name which i am more familiar with (as jeff), just for a change. at first it was pretty much successful. it sounded as if i am an entirely different person.

but what i forgot was that i can't pronounce "R". so people from college started playing with my tounge, not that figuratively. they would just ask me to say phrases like: congresswoman aurora herrera or pronounce ra-re-ri-ro-ru and all those rrrr-rrrrr-rrrrr! which i really hate. people seemed like having a blast playing at me.

until they started calling me as ewik. instead of ewik. ewik the short tounge.

anyhow, 10 more days to go and its classes again! i just wish i could finish the enrolment tomorrow.