I would rather not think about it

For the past two weeks or so, I have been buying 'chicken skin' chicharon from a man who sells them beside Nirvana(Taft corner Buendia). I would have to admit that P10 for each brown bag is quite a steal for what you get... Chicken skin chicharon (read this in a Homer Simpson-like-fashion...)

But, you would have to wonder...Where do they get all those chicken skins which they sell day in day out. This question would probably lead to Urban myths in the likes of the source of Scott Burger patties or Ma Mun Lok siopao...(gawa sa p^$@....kasi bihira kang makakakita ng ganon na gumagala sa paligid ng Scott o Ma Mun Lok)

But you know what, as the title of this post says, I would rather not think about it, masarap kasi eh. Eh ano ngayon kung 'di talaga balat ng manok 'yon.? :P

Family Fun

I just came from my Tito and Tita's Golden wedding anniversary; and it was fun!

It has been quite awhile since the Ledesma clan got together for such an occasion. Like most celebrations, there was an over abundance of food and booze. (I did not take advantage of the latter; I did not want my family to see me drunk, hehe.)

Funny thing though, even if I was not drunk, I somehow ended up at the dance floor, and TRIED to dance. It was a pathetic attempt, considering my mom is an excellent dancer(she might even compete next year!).

How terrible am I at dancing? If you see my mom dance and then watch me attempt to dance, you would probably ask me if I was adopted, actually, remove probably.

A funny thing also happened during the party, Tito Bo (a family-friend) told me that news around Ledesco (company of my Tito Baby) was that I was already a lawyer.

That is added pressure on my part...

Resolution for next Ledesma event(my cousin's wedding next year):

1. I should dance at a more respectable level.

2. Practice my laugh for times people call me "Attorney".

3. Have the same amount of fun... (if not more!)

Ducati Dreams

Once in awhile, I can still picture myself arriving in school riding a Ducati 999, in full-cool-biker- gear. Before parking I would rev the engine a few times, just to announce my presence.

I can still picture myself out-gunning rice-boy drag racers who spent all of their parents' hard earned money tuning their cars. But the one thing I still picture in my head is the intoxicating high that speed brings. Riding on a bike will give me that freedom, because if I crash my bike, there are less chances of hurting anyone; there is a sense of freedom, not having to care for the safety of any passenger with you. Freedom and speed, the beauty inherent in Sportbikes.



Two summers ago, I attempted to ride a Honda....Wave, a scooter. After a few revs i let go of the brakes(while the bike was in full throttle...) As you would expect, I got into an accident. I almost crashed into an electric post without a helmet, luckily I was able to make the bike skid; I walked out of that accident with a few wounds. And I had to pay for the bike.



I wonder whether or not I should still try to fulfill my Ducati dreams; should I consider that accident as a minor setback? Or is it a sign that motorcycles are not for me.



Well, if I do get to buy my Ducati 999 and should crash and....
One thing you can find solace in is that at least I did so doing something that made me feel free.

Animo La Salle!

Ateneo-La Salle today......(But unfortunately I have to attend my classes...grrr)

Animo La Salle!

Uploading lessons

You know what I mean, before going home from school, a few of your friends ask you what you plan to do when you get home, you answer with the standard "Aral pare...".

I doubt that you do so when you get home(speaking from experience).

Hehehe

How I wish we were like computers, all you have to do to study is to upload your lessons with a few clicks....

But for now, I will have to do it the hard way.

Bukas na lang ako aaral sa lib, para aircon...

Lost and Found

I remember that I used to love writing a lot; For me, doing so was an effortless process, but unfortunately, for some reason I quit writing because nothing inspired me anymore.

A friend mind told me that I should just right and right; even in the absence of inspiration. Thanks to that suggestion, I realized that to just write and write, allows you to discover that deep within the very fiber of your being, lies the many reasons that inspire you to write.

There are things such as fears,hopes and dreams. There are stories of loss,sadness,love,friendship,redemption,and happiness. These are but the most basic of human emotions and experiences. These are the very things that probably inspired the greatest of writers.

I know that I have lost the ability to write the way I used to, but little by little, I have begun to once again recognize that the things which should inspire you; are the things that mean a lot to you.