"You know the best way to cure a heartbreak? Staying in love. :)"
- M.J.M. Marayag
Yesterday was so much fun. Yeah, even though the foremost agenda of the day was a HUGE bust, I still enjoyed myself very much. I was supposed to join this quiz bee, along with other selected students from my school who represent the College of Tourism. But guess what? The organizers were so stupid — please forgive me for the term — that they didn’t include our names in the list of participants. We came there on time, and when we tried to register for the quiz bee, all the organizers had to say for themselves was “Oh, we’re sorry. We don’t know anything about a quiz bee.”
Half an hour later, we came back to the organizers. Lo and behold — the quiz bee was almost done! They already gave the participants the final question: “What was the designation of the Titanic?”. A question which I’m sure that many people know the answer to. And in case you don’t know already, the answer’s New York.
Anyway, we were pissed of course. Ten students and two professors. I would’ve beat the sh*t out of those so-called “organizers”, if it weren’t for my love and respect towards my school (plus I’m a graduating student, so yeah, it’s quite risky). Same goes for the two professors; there would’ve been a serious bloodbath if only they didn’t love their jobs.
And then there’s Jen.
I looked at her, and she made my anger segue into happiness. Being with her made me forget about what happened ten minutes before.
The rest of the day was so much fun (especially for me who’s in love with her). We ate at Pizza Hut, watched Paranormal Activity 2 (I love watching scary movies with her… To all the guys, I think you know why), enjoyed a little fireworks display (reason for the title later on), watched Jay-R (a local Fil-Am singer), and took millions of pictures (yes, it’s a hyperbole). Needless to say, the time I spent with her was amazing.
Now, the reason for the title is this: I love fireworks. I love watching them go off and explode in the sky, transforming from a tiny light to a grand myriad of eye-gasmic colors.
Normally, I’d go and watch fireworks at night. But whenever I’m with Jen, I see fireworks going off here; there; EVERYWHERE. That’s just how amazing it is to be with her. Just looking at her and realizing how beautiful she is… All I could say is “Damn.” That’s how speechless I am when I’m with her.
Anyway, that’ll be all for today. I hope all of you have your own fireworks to enjoy, just like me. :)
I went walking under the rain today with
[November 9, 2010]
You know what I hate about the rain? It’s unpredictable. You go out, and you see a bright, sunny sky. Therefore you resolve to not bring an umbrella. But when you’re about to go home, you get greeted by a dark cloud — a bad omen for umbrella-deprived folk such as myself.
That’s exactly what happened today. I left home at about 1:30pm, and the sun was way, way up there, shining his beam on me. But the brightly-lit sky was overshadowed by darkness at around 6:00pm, at which point it started to rain. I was still at school. I quickly thought, Ooh, this is gonna be bad.
And I was right. Rain was pouring really badly by 9:00pm, when I was on my way home. I was astride a jeepney (local transportation), and I was seated at the very end of it, right next to where passengers entered and exited. I got wet since there was no door to separate outside from the inside. What’s worse is that there was a window behind me, and it was open by about 3 or 4 inches. I got even more wet. I was afraid that my white uniform would get mussed, although luckily for me it didn’t. I thought to myself, don’t worry, Jordan… this rain is gonna stop soon.
But I was severely mistaken.
I shouted Para po! at the driver. That’s what you say when you’re about to get out of the jeepney. I looked outside, and the rain was as bad as ever. I’m in deep sh*t.
Fortunately, my bag was made of leather. I won’t have to worry about my stuff getting wet. Too bad my clothes weren’t made of something water-proof, though. I gave a sigh.
When I got down, I quickly put my bag over my head and ran like hell from the rain. I got down at our house’s gate; the distance from here to the house itself is about 40 meters. So yeah, you can pretty much imagine how far I had to run.
I was so soaked by the time I got home. And to add insult to injury, the minute I put my foot in the door, the rain gingerly decides to stop. How convenient is that.
And now I’m blogging.
What I have to share with you guys today is not only about the ordeal I had to go through tonight. No, not just the rain water; there’s much more than that.
Another type of “rain” I wanna talk about tonight is the storm of problems that one goes through in life. Like real-world rain, it’s very unpredictable. Sometimes, they don’t have those signs that typical rain has (dark, cloudy skies and what not), so you will definitely be taken by surprise when it hits.
Most of the time, people such as myself don’t have umbrellas to protect from the rain. Not only rain water, but also the rain on one’s parade.
It’s actually very hard to anticipate when problems come into your life. And even when you do, it’s hard to find a way to solve them. Sometimes you have an umbrella for it, sometimes you don’t. That’s the way life is, though… Imagine if it stopped raining. Everything would be so dry and useless. Kinda like life; if problems stopped coming in, it would be boring and highly uninteresting.
So be proud that you have problems. Those who say they don’t are merely EXISTING, but not LIVING.
This is gonna be my first time to write a blog. Well, not actually the first, but it’s my first one in a really long time. The last blog I had was still on Friendster. I have no idea what’s happened to that now… I really couldn’t care less.
Anyway, let me start by introducing myself. My name is Martin Jordan M. Marayag, but you can just call me Jordan. I’m a 20-year-old Tourism student living in the Philippines. I study at Angeles University Foundation, one of the most prestigious schools here in our province, Pampanga (it might sound like an advertisement, but it’s really not).
I’m a simple guy, really. I like guy things, such as movies, cars, computers, gadgets, music, photography, and then some. I also give a minimum amount of attention to a few girl-related things, like hair, clothes, shoes, soap operas, and Celine Dion.
More things that I like are literature, girls, and words.
My face is quite something to look at if I do say so myself. I have brown eyes like most Filipinos. I’m scrawny and brown-skinned. My height is 5’7”, although one girl (more on her in later posts) calls me “Pandak”, which means “short”. Yes, with her standing at 5’4”, she is highly convinced that she is taller than me. I also sport a mohawk (a fauxhawk to many), which I really like and have developed a deep appreciation for.
My personality is easy enough to understand. Like I said, I’m a simple guy, not only with what I have, but also in what I intend to have. My first impression, I have been told, is that I seem to be cocky. I can’t blame them. My hairstyle does make me look like a chicken. I am good to people generally, but a person’s looks (as in how someone dresses and carries him/herself) have a lot of bearing on my decision to get to know that someone. I prefer people who dress properly for whatever event and place they may be at. I will not talk to you if you wear your glasses in a lopsided way, because I will then quickly assume that a) you are trying VERY hard to be funny, and b) that you are insane beyond all reason, both being sufficient reasons for me to feel sorry for you. My friends tell me that I am funny, understanding, and easy to get along with. What? A little white lie never hurt anybody. Also know that I can get hypocritical at times.
I really wanna talk about love, but I guess that I’ll leave that for another post.
If you want to get to know more about me, just go ahead and type my name in the Facebook search bar (exclude my middle initial, please), and add me. Be warned that I will not pay attention to you if you add me and will then not speak to me. Also if you are a girl who is in a relationship.
I’ve decided to make a blog simply because I haven’t got anything else going on for me right now. If Christopher Walken’s hobby is working, then I guess speaking (blogging, really) my mind is mine. And yes, I did just mention Christopher Walken.
I’ll try to update this blog as much as I can with the time that I have. It’s not like I’m busy or anything; I just like the thought of being “preoccupied”.
