  I got the internet running finally. Yesterday I went to Paolo Rosero’s party… I mean exhibit. It was in sanctum, in intramuros. I’m not a bar hopper and not the type to do so ever, and I know why. I was able to bring candy along as well as take some pictures of me and pao to have before I go to the states. He was glad to see me… very glad.
I have to admit I was is only person who still is his friend in southridge. Its not a bad thing… I like paolos freedom, I envy the fact that he’s been making a fortune selling paintings and he has had more growth than me artistically. The guy is still a “virgin” in terms of love and can fall for a girl pretty hard and pretty easily. Looking at the company I keep I one of the guys who feel that there is no merit in it anymore. Paolo is kick ass, at about 10,000 to 20,000 pesos per paining he can easily make a living selling one a month. Of course he better make at least 20k a month given how much he needs to make a painting.
Paolo invited me to get wasted like the old days one last time. I can’t decline… paolo has always been a cool cat in my book. He may have a funny way of acting but he is still a good natured person trying to capture what it is to love and live. Simple aint it. I mean his life is pretty ideal when he has the ability and means to get what makes him happy, let his heart be broken and make a couple of expensive paintings to pay the rent. I mean talk about living… he has his pain, his work, and his pleasure… not to mention his love.
Paolo must fall in love 2 a year… that means he has his whole being and passions flaring up for someone and let his own feeling get scalded and keep on going. I mean that’s cool… think about it… you don’t have the disappointment of learning the person may be a bitch or imperfect in a way you may never accept her and she is only as good as the memory. That’s pretty damn cool… but of course only some people can see the merit of living that life. I, for one, am not one of those people. Candy was telling how uncomfortable she feels in the crowd. It is a “face” crowd people carrying a certain “face” and a level of guard up.
We are more used to letting it all hang out- flaws and idiosyncrasies. These people have a proper way of acting and a proper way of looking. I understand why we stick out like a sore thumb. Its not a bad thing, it’s a different set of rules for a different kind of life. Of course being the way we are- how me and my friends are its not my taste of how I like my world. I like the flaws and the idiosyncrasies, they remind me that the person makes mistakes like me… I don’t get misinformation about their motives and things are simple enough that it is easy to bring an emotion or an idea across.
You have to really be strong to be the kind to live in that world. Strong in a way that you have your guard up and always being a step ahead. I can’t live there, I like not caring what people think, I like being “dirty” and “simple”. Life is complicated as it is, do I want it anymore complicated. Anyway the complication I like in life is in the profoundness of being and the relationship we have with everyone around us… why make up other elements to baffle me or everyone else. Like I said to my first gf- “if you want sex just tell me, don’t give me hints or clues or lead me to it simple because my uptight upbringing will make me ignore it” (not the exact words but the exact idea) I also learned that my lola didn’t like her cause she was short.
What does that mean… she wants a tall chick for me? 
