Rehabilitated as defined by Red

Red

“Rehabilitated?… Well, now, let me see. You know, I don’t have any idea what that means.

I know what you think it means, sonny. To me it’s just a made-up word. A politician’s word, so that young fellas like yourself can wear a suit and a tie and have a job. What do you really wanna know? Am I sorry for what I did?

There’s not a day goes by I don’t feel regret. Not because I’m in here; or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try to talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can’t. That kid’s long gone and this old man is all that left. I gotta live with that. Rehabilitated? It’s just a bullshit word. So go ahead and stamp your forms, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don’t give a shit.”

- Red, The Shawshank Redemption

Dreaming With A Broken Heart

Together with some of my officemates and friends, we made a video for someone whose resignation came as a shock to us. She had left us empty and lost on our first few weeks she was gone.

The video was inspired mostly by John Mayer’s song “Dreaming With A Broken Heart.” I had heard it a few times back, and I thought the piano was nice and the lyrics were good. However, at the time, it was of no use to me.

After my officemate left, I heard this song again and a burst of inspiration flowed. This and that came, we had a plot, and the characters were set.

Anyway, I wouldn’t want to stall you. I’m posting my video up here too so that everyone can see.

I’m so proud of my friends. :’)

Another Awesome Out Of House Experience

When I’ve already been to Facebook, Twitter, Gmail, Cracked countless times in a minute and have even been to their mobile sites, I’m flat-out bored. And when I’m flat-out bored, I go out for a walk.

On afternoons, I usually go to the mall, or a coffee shop nearby, or a place where I can just sit and draw. Though the latter, I haven’t really done in quite a while. (Note to self: Must draw again). Somehow with just people-watching, reflecting, talking to myself (which I often catch myself doing), I find serenity.

On midnights, I usually fancy going out for a bowl of batchoy near the corner of the street. I do it on a whim. Every night. Well, on a number of occasions.

I have had a share of fruitless ventures when batchoy was not on my list but still wanted to go out. I end up aimlessly walking around IT park, or just give up half-way out the corner, or walk to JY Square Mall (which is about 6 or 7 blocks away), and walk back. Nothing extraordinary. The thrill or the gusto sometimes just die on the way.

Being alone sucks sometimes, however it does have its perks. I get to be with the person who’ll I’ll be stuck with most for the rest of my life. If you still don’t get it, I get to learn to live with and by myself.

One evening, I was bored. I went out. Midway, I thought batchoy was not really nice to have, being that it had been quite humid the past how-many nights. I thought I rather just return, muscle through my hunger and sleep it away. But hey, I still continued walking. I turned on the corner. I continued on my no-goal walk, and decided to visit the nearest convenience store. I reached City 25.

I was greeted by the guard (I swear, I thought she was a guy), and I thought, “Hey, let’s have something cold.” I walked to the freezer, and looked for pinipig crunch to no avail. “Boo. No pinipig crunch.” Disappointed, I wanted to check the next convenience store at IT Park. BUT! Something else caught my eye.

It was foreign. Korean.

I picked it up. Lo and behold, it was an ice cream sandwich! (or so I think) I quickly bought it (for Php 60) and gobbled it up on my way back.

I was not disappointed with my discovery. The vanilla ice cream inside it, multiplied with the brown sweet stuff (somebody said it was mongos, but what the hey), plus the dough-like covering was delicious!

Every bite was bliss. The combination of having sweet, sweeter, and bland did not spoil my sweet tooth. Half-way before I reached home, I had already finished it. I wanted more, but I decided I’ll just come back for another when I get bored again.

Insofar, aside from my discovery of that amazing batchoy corner long ago, that was yet another great exploration! When I reached home, I took a shot of the wrapper.

Rapper.

Joke.

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