tea on the rocks

Singapore could also be confusing especially if your travel agency is not so serious (or not trying hard to take care of the client---hmm another blog).

We went from one hotel to another spending so much money for the taxi and waiting in vain to places where we should be. When we found our hotel, we were so exhausted and my companions cried out for food. HOwever, they couldn't have the usual inon-unan or sinigang or the bagoong that they craved for. It is Singapore for goodness sake. They just have to point out with prayers that the food would be palatable for their taste.

My first real order was the iced tea with milk. I have to order lots of ice as I anticipated how warm (hot) that iced tea could be. Then goes my first real experimental photo shoot in Singapore.

Boredom

When boredom strikes, I put myself to a stop. I can't go anywhere. I turn to autopilot mode.

Questions come and I welcome them. I became busy at the thought of what to answer.

And then, I became busy again. The boredom is left untouched. It awaits for another state.

Boredom became a love-hate relationship on my part. I came to detest the state of knowing not what to do ---of being suspended on air.

Con Ass rantings

Let me vent out my frustration at receiving the news while I was out of the country. The nation's representatives sleepily agreed to change the course of history (or rather take it into their hands) by approving the constitution of Con Ass. When I read it over my mobile phone, I felt like remaining out of the country and declaring a leave of absence as a Filipino in the meantime.

However, the curdling of my blood and the shock at how some of the politicians accepted it in stride was just too much. I was even tempted to resign immediately from work. I could understand that some local politicians are so scared of the amount of money they have to put up for the coming elections. However, my idealistic mind took over...

What better way to name the move like CON ASS! From the very start, we were thought not to lick asses as it would be the lowest form of giving away oneself. We were also thought to be wary of cons. They wouldn't beat an eyelash of stripping you off of whatever 'treasures or honor' one may have.

Now, I begin to wonder who are the cons and the asses? Which is of lower form? The con or the asses. If the Ass is such a con, would they qualify to be the so-called dumb ass holes our country could ever-glorify in masse?

Scraam you dumb!

Plateau stage...

when sharing angst is the business of those who open this blog of mine, I don't feel any guilt for to those weighed down by what i say. At times I feel that i have to much to let out. Sometimes, I feel so shallow that I don't feel like advertising this blog. This is simply just for me.

I just got back from a long travel. It was really nothing extra ordinary. I was just simply accompanying people that are supposed to be older and mature. I couldn't help but marvel at how 'childish' they could be.

My favorite question at that time was 'what am i doing here?'