in the land of borat: adventure log day 1

sheesh. i got lost! hehe. i managed to take some pictures while walking, but there's not much to see so far. i'll post the pictures after this blog post. so far, the weather is still bearable. it's not that cold and a simple jacket will suffice. i'm still hungry. i still haven't eaten yet. i did find the grocery so i've bought:

2 liters of water

4 Rolls of Tissue Paper

1 Fabric Softener

all those items costs 659 KZ Tenge (approx. 7 USD). wow. i haven't finished my day yet and i've already spent almost a hundred dollars (including the taxi fare). i wonder what will happen to me here... 

in the land of borat

Hellooooooo Borat!!!! 

4:00 A.M.: i just arrived here in Kazakhstan and the first thing i asked myself was, are they Mongolians? most of the people i've seen so far looks like Mongolian - even the taxi driver who drove me to the flat i'll be staying with. that friggin' taxi driver! i was told to pay only 4000 KZ Tenge but that friggin' taxi driver keeps asking for 5500 KZ Tenge (approx. 45 USD). i was just too tired to argue so i just gave him what he wants, luckily there's a reciept so i can claim it. *grins*

5:00 A.M.: i arrived at the flat that i'll be staying for a couple of weeks. it's a little bit scary! actually, the flat itself is nice, but the building is old. and there's no light outside the building, not even in the stairs going to the flat - heck. i'm on the 5th floor! the neighborhood looks a bit rundown and it's too quiet. i felt like i was in a survival / horror movie when i was going up the stairs. it was too dark... 

6:00 A.M.: internet! bwahahaha. unlimited internet baby!!!! but .... i thirst and i hunger!!! it's still too dark ouside. i wonder what time the sun rises here in KZ? i want too look for food. looking at the bright side, i've found a new friend - pesky. he's a mosquito who's having a feast from my blood, atleast one of us is full. and now he's dead. yeah. i killed him *evil laugh*

6:30 A.M. : i'm really hungry and thirsty. i guess it's time for me to have an adventure.... grocery, got to find a grocery .....

global warming

help stop global warming! 

yawn

it's 10:08 p.m. here in bratislava, slovakia. it's weird. i'm not yet in the mood for sleep nor am i sleepy at all. usually by this time, i'm already snoring in my bed. must be the one (1) liter coke i drank.

yes, one liter. sheesh. i'm getting fat and i'm still too lazy to do anything about it. i ask myself now, what happened to your ritual exercise jay? anyways ... since, i'm not yet snoring, might as well post a new blog - so i thought... so ... what to write? i really don't know. i was thinking of reviving my bloggernovela but i just don't know how. i'll think about it some other time - when i'm not too lazy that is. finally! after a long time staring at my pc, the urge to sleep is finally there. a good time as well, i don't know what else to put in this post. i don't even know how to end


zzzzZZZZZzzz

more than a love song by augustana

What can I say amidst your eyes? Nothing more.
What can a love song provide? Nothing more.
Words are a lovely try for something more.
And I want to give to you, give to you

more than a love song can give,
more than a feeling like this,
more than a dim light upon the path you walk,
more than my words can explain,
more than the falling rain,
more than the sun shines upon your lovely face;
it’s more than a love song.

And I found a way you call to me. You show me where,
you show me where I used to be. You bring me there.
And this is the life to seek: something more.
And I want to give to you, give to you

more than a love song can give,
more than a feeling like this,
more than a dim light upon the path you walk,
more than my words can explain,
more than the falling rain,
more than the sun shines upon your lovely face.

That look upon your face, it’s beauty to me.
That look upon, it’s beauty to me,
and it’s beauty to me,
and it’s beauty to me,
to me, to me, to me, to me, yeah.

More than a love song can give,
more than a feeling like this,
more than a dim light upon the path you walk.
More than my words can explain,
more than the falling rain,
more than the sun shines upon your lovely face;
it’s more than a love song.

It’s more than a love song.
It’s more than a love song.
It’s more than a love song.
It’s more than love.

rants of a panganay

foreword: it's alive! it's alive! whoa. tagal ko na palang di nagp-post dito. last post ko pa was january. at least same year pa din hehe. it has been a roller coaster ride for me these past few months. a lot has really happened. pero sa ibang post ko na lang siguro sasabihin. that is pag sinipag ako ulit mag post. anyways, on to the main post!

sheesh. hirap maging panganay. i don't why, pero it seems like sa family ko lang siguro yun. i mean it could be different sa ibang panganay (eldest child - for those of you who can't read/understand tagalog). ever since totoy pa lang kami ng aking mga kapatid panganay na ako (duh! of course. insanity filling up, sorry). even though hindi sinasabi ng mga parents (although in my case, they always remind me), it is clearly understood that the eldest child should be more responsible than the younger siblings. that was my upbringing (nuks! doesn't really show).

at first i thought that it should be ok, i can handle it. i can live to their expectations. but, most of the time i feel pressured. i feel stressed. especially now that i'm working. i have to be much more responsible than even before. it's hard. it really is. sheesh.

most of the time i have to burden to be the last outlet of my mom. it's hard. my mom usually complains to me about our family issues and such. it's tiring. i usually don't have any outlet to pass on the negative vibes so it usually get stucks with me.

i also have to be able to keep up with my younger brothers. and i can't. they are far too stubborn for me to handle. the youngest is a playboy (and his only in his 2nd year of highschool). he always uses his celfone. he doesn't pay much attention with his studies now. and it's a pity.. he was supposed to be the smartest among us. he was always on the top of his class from nursery to grade school.. but now, he changes his gf(s) (he won't admit it, but we assume it's already a gf) every year. sheesh.

the middle brother is a registered nurse. i should be proud. i am proud. it's just, we have to keep pushing him to make a move. to find trainings for his career. to find a good job in a good hospital. he always have excuses. he's the most stubborn and insensitive amongst us brothers. he usually thinks for himself. he's nice when he needs you but, he's a totally different person otherwise. i also wish he could be responsible enough to handle things while i'm not around.

i'm tired. but, i'm happy. happy to have this kind of life. it's stressful, but i guess it's ok with me. i just need some outlet sometimes. it's family love (cheesy yet true). i'm glad to be a panganay especially when i have a conversation like this with my brother:

*this is a yahoo messenger conversation between me and jerome (middle child).

jay:nasabi ba sayo ni mami na maghanap ka ng ibang training habang wala pa ung as feu?
jay: pag nakahanap ka bibigyan kita ng allowance..

jerome: hindi nako pwedeng maghanap ng ibang training kasi meron na nga ako sa feu
jerome: kahait na bgyan mo pa ako wala narin akong mahhnap ng ibang training kasi halos laht ng hospital close na
jerome: swerte nko sa feu kasi nkapasok agad ako
jerome: alam mo aking mahal na kapatid, sobrang hirap maghanap ng maaaplyan sa hospital so dinami daming narses dito sa pinas.. j

ay: ok. pasensya na aking nakakabatang kapatid..
jay: nagmamalasakit lang naman ang iyong kuya sapagkat iniisip din niya ang iyong kabukasan mahal kong kapatid..

jerome: naiintindihan ko kayo aking nakakatandang kapatid..bagamat subalit hindi ko maaaring hawakin ang tadhana sapagkat sadyang mahirapmagaapply

patama

torpe? mahiyain? walang lakas ng loob?

magpatama ka na lang.

basta siguraduhin mo na mab-bullseye mo siya. pero paano pag dense ung pinapatamaan mo? kawawa ka naman. no choice? sabihin ng derecho? kaso di mo nga masabi ng derecho eh.

loser.

eh di magpatama na lang ulit? try and try until you die kung baga.

pathetic.

hanggang doon ka na lang ba? hintayin hanggat ma-gets niya.

loser.

eh paano pag tinatamaan na pala siya at di lang niya alam ung dapat niyang i-react or sabihin. siya pala ung loser eh. sabihin mo na lang sa kanya na pathetic siya. waste of time? eh paano pag tru lab na pala? kawawa ka naman. what to do?