two very important things happened today:

1) i ate a lot at burger king

2) i gave 40 pesos to the needy

this is the story behind my very grave, humanitarian-kind of depression.

i went to UP chapel to hear mass. that meant i had to ride two jeepneys and endure the 40-minute ride, which is plainly horrendous. and so i arrived there and listened to mr.priest who kept blabbering stuffs about doing good and not being bad. then i went to SM and ate at burger king.

sadness. you see, i have been craving for the whoaper burgers lately, and so since my gastronomic conscience is uber greedy and i am just bad, according to mr.priest, i ordered the whoaper meal go large [the remains of which are shown in the photo].

not being satiated, when i was walking to the traysi paradahan, i dropped by McDonald's and bought an oreo sundae, then licked it, canoodled it, and swallowed it with such blind passion. [how..vivid]

and so when all was well and done and when i was ravaging anything left on the sundae as i stood by the traysi queue, i saw a lola standing by the sideway, she had her eyes shut, she looked tired, and she struggled at keeping her hands extended for whatever alms might be given to her.

inside me i asked, why was she there, why now, it's new year, shouldn't she be home cooking pansit? i felt sad, and i feel bad even up to now. i just feel cheated. the world is really unfair, nobody deserves that.

and so i reached for whatever was left of my cash and i gave it to lola. the people lining up for the traysi may have noticed me, and one by one, almost all of them approached lola and gave coins, any amount. perhaps they asked that same question: why was she there, on a night like this.

i still feel depressed. where will lola go home to. i shouldn't have eaten like a glutton and gave all my money to her, for their noche buena.

i'm humanitarian-ish, charitable-ish sad. depressing.

apparently, i still feel fresh from my pampanga christmas stint. it has only been an hour since we arrived. i was supposed to come back to quezon city tomorrow but since i am really good in ad misericordiam, here i am enjoying my DSL. gahd. so much for that commercially viable 'christmas spirit'.

i was having this 'i'm ill' drama for the past two days, lying on the bed like a purposeless creature of mother earth when my niece suddenly had the urge to go to the nearby river. and so i went there, too. and took some pictures, of course.

sometimes, i am made to wonder whether or not i contributed to how my niece has grown up to be a wee bit paris hilton-ish in terms of mannerisms [but she's really smart]. look at how she poses whenever she senses some lens peeking into her.

apparently, she enjoyed the pampanga barriotic christmas atmosphere.

well, whether i like it or not, i'm sure i'm going to go back to that barrio san pedro.

after six months of my busy-college-student drama, i finally went home to tabaco last sunday....at least, for eight hours. it was a spur of the moment decision. and so since the spontaneity of it all thrilled me, i had to endure the traffic, trigo exam reviews and raymond transit's crappy cheap service.

it dawned on me that for the past 15 years of my life, i never had a picture with my beloved jollibee. and so when i went home and this mascot strated frolicking around, i felt compelled to have a picture taken with him. punk na si jollibee ha.

since my classmates have this grudge against me [wahaha], they deliberately failed to see my homecoming. marvi said that all of them had gone back to their boarding houses in legazpi and it was my fault because i wanted it to be something of a surprise. and so the only ones whom i was able to meet were marbs and michelle. and i even had to treat them with spaghetti. life is so unfair. i really miss tabaco.

ate wennah coerced us sigaw staffers into going to la mesa eco park. at first i thought la mesa eco park was one of those lame parks where all you could see are grasses and couples making out on those grasses. however, it was really fun and..ehrr.. nature-y. happiness.

something is wrong with this picture.

the boating part made me nostalgic about my baguio trips. good thing i remembered that burnham park didn't have ducks.
i look hot in here.

again thanks to my personal photographer, leya, i have a new favorite photo. credit goes to her as well for the better coverage of our la mesa escapades.

things are getting well in kalai, by the way. i would like to welcome our new resident assistant, kuya jerson, and i also wish that no satanic alliances would bug his first few days in kalai. if only the other HE gets his ass out, things would get much better.

all in all, life is really nice.

haggard.