  ANOTHER WEIRD DREAM I had another dream today. It was those dreams chuck full of long time unresolved regrets and painful memories relived. Its again one those lonely places that I visit… this time it was an old village park. Complete with gazebos and an empty playground. There were people I know there. People who don’t hold me in any good favor.
I wanted to avoid them but the park was so nice and cozy. I walked around, I caught the sight of rick who joined me. When I meet up with Rick we usually reminisce about the old days. He was with me during my times in malate literary folio and he earned my loyalty by giving me a chance to explain my side when my ex destroyed my name to everyone we knew. And everyone was to eager to agree to what she said. Rick was telling me about what girls I should be meeting.
He said I’d be better of with a Sagittarius and a Leo. I laughed and pointed out those were my two last girlfriends. We talked about the past a lot and how things were bad. We also talked about how things have changed. Rick is going of to be groomed to take over for his dad, while I’m looking for a job as an illustrator in the states. Its like two old men talking… or how they were going to be talking like in the future.
Nostalgic and Regretful, we both find ourselves walking bleak paths. I know his stands to love and living is similar to mine, and I usually hope that he gets luckier than me that way I see that there is some hope left. But rick is so picky with women, and I can’t blame him. My ex threw herself on his lap and used to compare me to him saying I should be more like him and stuff. The funny thing is that the reason why she was so gaga about him, his sense of honor and uprightness is what made him not like her. It was enough for him to see for himself what was happening, and what she was doing to me.
It was enough to make any man worry. Nice guys have fallible egos that’s why they can be corrected and changed, and when he understood what she was doing to me much more than me, he got more afraid of women being like that. SOCCER We played with a bunch of the Blue Guard and some of the younger guys who were with them. Thomas and I were there at three and the veterans invited us to play. They gave us a run for our money as the younger guys got us tired too easily while the veterans passed very well and had very good ball control. I hope to play with them again, It’s a real challenge keeping up with the younger guys and trying to predict the older guys.
I noticed the people who I anticipate to get the ball aren’t the ones passed to. I usually stay within sprinting distance that I could cover in the instant the ball goes that way. In the course of the game we changed field and had to take our shirts off to make it more visible who’s on who’s side. These guys taught me a lot and every lesson is counted and kept. ATENEO Well during the course of the game… something was there that blatantly reminds me of things gone by. Thomas told me how much ATENEO was a dating spot even on Sundays and what he said was easily proven true by the number of couples that were strolling past, lounging in the cars, making out at night and sitting on the benches that we have seen in the course of our soccer practice there.
One of the veterans caught me staring at a couple… where the guy was shirtless in the shade in his car… while the girl in her low tank top was wiping a wet towel on him… At around this time of the year the most attractive freshmen would be having clustered into couples. According to my friend, a freshman chick does not stay single for no more than to terms (in la Salle) and one term in none-trimester schools. DREAMS today I kept waking up as my dreams were so vivid last night. I dreamed of both LOTR and the soccer game. It was mostly replays of what I have seen in the course of the day. I woke up again in again, to as much as four times and probably more.
I dreamed of the Thomas’ book the Weapons of LOTR which had everything about warfare and I mean everything. I tried stopping myself from drooling reading it. The images came to haunt me in my sleep as they were competing with issues I keep leaving unresolved. Fears… and a lot of work today. MY GRANDPARENTS I love my grandmother and grandfather of my mother’s side. I’ve mentioned it before that they were the ones who raised me through childhood when my parents were struggling with poverty.
I missed them a lot, especially my grand mother. The first thing she asked me was: Translated from tagalog: “When am I ever going to have a taste of your first paycheck! ?” She always kidded me about that. It was more than a year when I last saw her and she declares I’ve grown, but to my sad observation… she has shrunk. My lola’s hump wasn’t as pronounced at it is now when I grew up with her. So were the sun spots on her face.
I’ve noticed her eyes were a lot dimmer, that I couldn’t see them past her glasses. My grandfather a strong man even at the age of turning 90. He’s hearing has nearly completely gone, from a rigid and strait back of a once pronounced and decorated principal of Notre dame university in cotobato he’s now stooped over as well. He doesn’t want getting help from people as he would walk. I remember him walking everyday, when I grew up, walking to national to buy my books for school when I was in gradeschool. He would go to mass with my lola everyday in Aquinas where everyone knew them.
And during the time his prostate suffered a complication he’d rather stay at home than in a hospital. Where I was there to watch over him, and help him change bloody needles and bring him to the bathroom where it burned for him to urinate. I remember how it was for him to tell me about the war. Every time he mentioned someone he could remember how he lost them and it choked him to silence, but he wanted me to know how terrible it was so he continued telling the stories. When my overactive imagination takes over me and I could almost picture him running through the streets of manila at my age. When all hell broke loose as panic and struck.
People were raiding the Chinese warehouses and he had to find shelter cause the Japanese were getting rid of all the men they could find. Running down the streets ancient streets of manila past the slums and all the people that were suffering behind him he could not help. A dormitory of women gave him shelter, as so many of the men in the city left for war, fled or killed. They needed a man just incase the Japanese took advantage of them, some one would be brave enough to defend them. My lolo was a thin medium man of about 5’3”. He was studying in UST to become a doctor when hes undergraduate studies were interrupted by the war.
He was a man of science, and came from a well to do family in ilo ilo. He was in modern regards a nerd, and a man who did not believe in fighting… Ok I got carried away there. If I have another chance I guess I would chronicle my grandfather’s life during the war. So that when his time comes, there will be something the next generation to remember. WORK 1) Compile my OJT Requirements. Basically write a bunch of stuff for my boss to sign.
2) Go to ORYGINAL an MMA exhibit 3) Buy my lola a Pizza 
