Goodbye, Messiah! (Part One: Worms and Butterflies)
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Goodbye, Messiah! (Part One: Worms and Butterflies)
After much debate over the time and date to meet,we finally decided to meet today,110206."We" refers to my first three month's classmates from SRJC.Well,"classmates" with the "S" is hardly appropriate,considering how pathetic the attendance was.No offence,but let's be plain and honest about today's gathering.
It sucked.
Four pathetic worms were there,including me.It sort of reminded me of caterpillars,how they evolve over time into a butterfly,then fly away into the sky and beyond.Picture back in the school days when we were mere caterpillars,munching away on some fresh leaves upon a tree.Three years from then,most of us have grown wings and flown away into the mysterious realm known as: The rest of the world while some of them are reluctant to leave this tree,with delicious leaves to chew on all year long.The leaves are the memories,the butterflies are the ones who never attended the gathering today,and the ones who did are the caterpillars.Me,i was one of them.
It was for old time's sake,initially.But due to Valentine's Day most of the so-called "Butterflies" werent able to commit,and would rather spend the whole bloody day with their significant other.Some of them had other dates,while some others had tests.Oh well,what was left was just...miserable to be honest.
I felt awkward during lunch,and wanted to stab myself with the only sharp object i had in my bag: The keys to my back gate.As pathetic as it sounds,i was desperate.I mean,the others hit it off real quick as they are/were both clubbers,and had a lot of friends in common due to that...well,senseless hobby.Anyway,so they were chatting away about how cute this common friend is/was while i munched on my cup of ice quieting in the corner.When asked why i was so quiet and had nothing to say,i simply replied,"I didnt want to disturb".
That my friends,was a gathering.Whatever happened to the bonds we had when we were back in school?I understand though,i really do.I mean,three years is a bloody long time for us to still feel that bond between us.We were together for a mere what,three months.And i dont expect that period of time to build a bond strong enough to last us three bloody long years through thick and thin,experienced ten thousand miles away from each other.They say that long distance relationships doesnt work,well try to have a long distance relationship with a whole class of people you hardly ever met over the three years.That is as good as staying in contact with your dead grandmother.
So there were the stupid talks,followed by the aimless walks.Around the town and quiet desperations deep inside of me.I wanted to walk onto the busy street and get myself killed.Seriously,the air was so heavy above me i swear if i stayed around them for a minute longer i wouldve been crushed under the weight like a coke can under Dudley.
What a waste,this afternoon was.Thinking about it,i was actually excited for a moment.Specially waking up early to get suited up,then calling my friends to confirm.Oh well,all those came to a crashing waste as the seconds ticked on in the miserable afternoon.Now,im going to grow my own pair of wings and fly away from this damn tree.
On a lighter note,at least i bought a great great book called "Viva La Repartee" by Dr. Mardy Grothe.It's a book basically about smart retorts,or "Repartee"(Pronounced as "Re-Par-Tay"),in an argument or conversations.Im only on page 23 now and i cant get enough of the book.It is so bloody hilarious i swear if i continue laughing like that during my daily book reading session in the wee-hours of the morning,i am going to be charged with public noise disturbance.
Anyway,so you can imagine how delighted i was when a phone call came and i had to leave them.I was about to cross the road to Takashimaya to see this dancing competition when she called.Oh,my Messiah.My savior i later called her.I immediately waved goodbye half-heartedly to them and rushed to Paragon to meet her.
And so ended the awkward afternoon with a bunch of worms.At least i have decided to grow wings and fly off from this little tree of memory.Dont say i am cruel,because cruel is what you are making me do.
A little quote from "Viva La Repartee":
'...Truman Capote was fond of regaling people with anecdote about one of his finer moments. At the height of his popularity, he was drinking one evening with friends in a crowded Key West bar. Nearby sat a couple, both inebriated. The woman recognized Capote, walked over to his table, and gushingly asked him to autograph a paper napkin. The woman's husband, angry at his wife's display of interest in another man, staggered over to Capote's table and assumed an intimadating position directly in front of the diminutive writer. He then proceeded to unzip his trousers and, in Capote's own words, "hauled out his equipment." As he did this, he bellowed in a drunken slur,"Since you're autographing things, why dont you autograph this?" It was a tense moment, and a hush fell over the room. The silence was a blessing, for it allowed all those within earshot to hear Capote's soft, high-pitched voice deliver the perfect emasculating reply:
I dont know if i can autograph it, but perhaps i can initial it.'
Absolutely.Completely.Utterly.Brilliant book.
After much debate over the time and date to meet,we finally decided to meet today,110206."We" refers to my first three month's classmates from SRJC.Well,"classmates" with the "S" is hardly appropriate,considering how pathetic the attendance was.No offence,but let's be plain and honest about today's gathering.
It sucked.
Four pathetic worms were there,including me.It sort of reminded me of caterpillars,how they evolve over time into a butterfly,then fly away into the sky and beyond.Picture back in the school days when we were mere caterpillars,munching away on some fresh leaves upon a tree.Three years from then,most of us have grown wings and flown away into the mysterious realm known as: The rest of the world while some of them are reluctant to leave this tree,with delicious leaves to chew on all year long.The leaves are the memories,the butterflies are the ones who never attended the gathering today,and the ones who did are the caterpillars.Me,i was one of them.
It was for old time's sake,initially.But due to Valentine's Day most of the so-called "Butterflies" werent able to commit,and would rather spend the whole bloody day with their significant other.Some of them had other dates,while some others had tests.Oh well,what was left was just...miserable to be honest.
I felt awkward during lunch,and wanted to stab myself with the only sharp object i had in my bag: The keys to my back gate.As pathetic as it sounds,i was desperate.I mean,the others hit it off real quick as they are/were both clubbers,and had a lot of friends in common due to that...well,senseless hobby.Anyway,so they were chatting away about how cute this common friend is/was while i munched on my cup of ice quieting in the corner.When asked why i was so quiet and had nothing to say,i simply replied,"I didnt want to disturb".
That my friends,was a gathering.Whatever happened to the bonds we had when we were back in school?I understand though,i really do.I mean,three years is a bloody long time for us to still feel that bond between us.We were together for a mere what,three months.And i dont expect that period of time to build a bond strong enough to last us three bloody long years through thick and thin,experienced ten thousand miles away from each other.They say that long distance relationships doesnt work,well try to have a long distance relationship with a whole class of people you hardly ever met over the three years.That is as good as staying in contact with your dead grandmother.
So there were the stupid talks,followed by the aimless walks.Around the town and quiet desperations deep inside of me.I wanted to walk onto the busy street and get myself killed.Seriously,the air was so heavy above me i swear if i stayed around them for a minute longer i wouldve been crushed under the weight like a coke can under Dudley.
What a waste,this afternoon was.Thinking about it,i was actually excited for a moment.Specially waking up early to get suited up,then calling my friends to confirm.Oh well,all those came to a crashing waste as the seconds ticked on in the miserable afternoon.Now,im going to grow my own pair of wings and fly away from this damn tree.
On a lighter note,at least i bought a great great book called "Viva La Repartee" by Dr. Mardy Grothe.It's a book basically about smart retorts,or "Repartee"(Pronounced as "Re-Par-Tay"),in an argument or conversations.Im only on page 23 now and i cant get enough of the book.It is so bloody hilarious i swear if i continue laughing like that during my daily book reading session in the wee-hours of the morning,i am going to be charged with public noise disturbance.
Anyway,so you can imagine how delighted i was when a phone call came and i had to leave them.I was about to cross the road to Takashimaya to see this dancing competition when she called.Oh,my Messiah.My savior i later called her.I immediately waved goodbye half-heartedly to them and rushed to Paragon to meet her.
And so ended the awkward afternoon with a bunch of worms.At least i have decided to grow wings and fly off from this little tree of memory.Dont say i am cruel,because cruel is what you are making me do.
A little quote from "Viva La Repartee":
'...Truman Capote was fond of regaling people with anecdote about one of his finer moments. At the height of his popularity, he was drinking one evening with friends in a crowded Key West bar. Nearby sat a couple, both inebriated. The woman recognized Capote, walked over to his table, and gushingly asked him to autograph a paper napkin. The woman's husband, angry at his wife's display of interest in another man, staggered over to Capote's table and assumed an intimadating position directly in front of the diminutive writer. He then proceeded to unzip his trousers and, in Capote's own words, "hauled out his equipment." As he did this, he bellowed in a drunken slur,"Since you're autographing things, why dont you autograph this?" It was a tense moment, and a hush fell over the room. The silence was a blessing, for it allowed all those within earshot to hear Capote's soft, high-pitched voice deliver the perfect emasculating reply:
I dont know if i can autograph it, but perhaps i can initial it.'
Absolutely.Completely.Utterly.Brilliant book.
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