23 April 2006
beyond the strong centermakati life has its absurdities and cinematic moments. being the central business district, and the only city not to lift the stupid traffic scheme, it is one of those places wherein you just have to build a lifestyle around. like my father, it will not apologize for making your life harder than it should only be. for example, last friday's lunch was truly a banquet for me:
i had to live on that because before dinner (which i had at around eleven in the evening), the only other thing i took was a bottle of milk tea.
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move over, alcatraz...
the picture below is generically known as number 60 amorsolo but to all of us who live here, it is the casa clemente:
i took this picture when i was in college for photography class. that was around three years ago. i was still a bitter and angst-ridden teenager then. everything was not going right because of me. or so i was made to think. today, i am a bitter, angst-ridden twenty something and now i know why.
the casa clemente has its secrets. it is built with stone and therefore it should take quite a force to bring it down. the clemente family always wonders why i don't like staying at the casa. they think that because i am a bad person.
i wake up, leave and come home just to sleep. the clemente mother and father always get mad at me for that. i am a "bad person." the dad does not really think and try to feel how i feel--i will not elaborate because the father and son tension is getting tired and if i cannot get him out of my life, i should at least try to keep him off this journal. the middle child is a loser--she thinks like a child even if she is already a "doctora." the youngest sister is just a bitch, no further explanation needed. and the mom, the mom is the sorry victim who has succumbed to this life.
the casa clemente is nothing more than a house of stone. no one wants to stay inside an empty house.
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