jeepney crimes!

manong, guilty po ako!

it wasnt twice or thrice that i actually missed paying for a jeepney ride. verdict: guilty beyond reasonable doubt! primary evidence: my testimony...this one right here...

i reckon one instance...couldn't hold my eyelids back...my eyes drooping badly...the next thing my senses could muster...i was walking along cocomall fiddling with the five peso coin...too late, the jeepney sped away...good for me, i saved myself five pesos then...nonetheless i feel guilty...apologies to the driver manong pasensya na po hehe

the second instance...i wasn't pseudodrunk this time...only iv no coins left in my purse...and my wallet..yes my wallet --- not empty i shouldnt lie about...iv a 500 peso bill in it...dont wanna create a fiasco inside the jeepney...lest wallow over some pieces of insult or sheer wisdom from the driver...i resorted to what i do best...that is, ignore! ignore the fact of my situation! and succumb to total oblivion...run run and run until you get away...but i didnt...instead i pretended...or say i acted which im actually good at hehe acted to the very core...stepped out of the jeepney graciously...sporting the look of a a commoner who just came off from work and bound for home (or maybe a kid who just came from school)...the konduktor ignored me in turn...and so i got away...then again...guilty of a crime! this time with clear intent to commit one though!

a criminal i am now:>

if..

there's nothing like wisdom very well-spoken..this poem can knock the hard nut out your buttered senses..an all-time fave no less..

[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you

But make allowance for their doubting too,

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,

If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much,

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

over and over and over i will reckon these subtle points..and have my life principles in track..enriched in manifold ways..

decoding matters..

the global warming hype..the food crisis streak..the growing terror..and the bouts of calamities worldwide..while we all wave hello to typhoon season in our own land.. seems like what me and my friend ‘s silly conversations about doomsday is begetting..eheh before I freak me and everyone out..i’m no wizardry nor a prophet half-baked to speak of things..just a frantic freak then again raging a war against my feebled senses..

yep..the signs seem to be everywhere..that’s what the olden days have taught us to be watchful for..and from then on we’ve been keeping our eyes open..did we..have we..are we..i really couldn’t care, even less..not when i’ve my own set of tormenting signs to decode myself..

right..my own semantics to deal with..seems like the universe is conspiring to deprive me a helping hand.. or a trudging foot even so (as such would have suffice..) but no help has seem to come my way..an elusive aid, i could tolerate..but not, when mind-bugging provocations come in really neat surprises.. the kind of those which leave you tounge-tied and awe-stricken like witnessing an asteroid heading down straight to a well-framed pit---like it was destined to fall right into it..the kind of those which make you wonder just how exactly the stars and the planets align themselves..and could they have conspired to shell me out these signs i’ve been desperately decoding these days and months.. is venus giving me a warm nod out there.. my plea: im no lunatic, just perhaps a victim of the crazy moon..

so it is? nothing that concerns the global warming phenomenon or one that would increase rice production in days..but it sure has twisted my senses like no other world-alarming event..
there’s this entity i’ve been beating myself out and wishing hardly to avoid and get rid of..and yes, i can’t seem to..seems like wherever I go, whatever I do, i have such an excess baggage to carry with me..but the load doesn’t ever come easy so I try and I try and I try and still no help is ever good enough..not when that entity seems to be everywhere (fair enough to say, it’s a really common one, it’s on webster’s list to begin with)..not when, even in the tiniest corner in the paper’s lifestyle section, it is in there..it just wouldn’t elude my crappy eyes..twice or thrice it happens, call it coincidence..but for twice or thrice in successive days or when you were just on the brink of rubbing off thoughts of it, then it comes popping like it was really made and sent off for a special mission (to annoy me), those really maybe some things..they must be signs..and i wish i had the power to decode them..but all i really have is a lunatic tendency..

i can’t decode but i can always have my way of knowing what it means..and i shouldn’t be needing psychic or extraterrestrial powers to understand each and every instance of it..

so while I get myself used to loving my signs of lunacy, I could choose to think of a million things to fancy about..for sanity’s sake..

hail to the magdalo soldiers..oopps or where has the kindred spirit for justice gone.. maybe just taking the easier way out.. so pardon as well my lunacy..