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the online journal of mike apeluddin
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[June. 3rd, 2009|11:02 am] |
MÉNAGE À TROIS
WE ARE SKINNY DIOR HOMME MODELS ART BY JED GREGORIO,
DAVID SEDARIS’ WHEN YOU ARE ENGULFED IN FLAMES, CLASSIC BLACK-RIMMED WAYFARERS
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| SCREWED DRIVER PT. 1 |
[June. 3rd, 2009|08:31 am] |
Midtown Zamboanga, 6 a.m. To feel chilly because of the early morning breeze is inevitable. To feel extra chilly because you know you can die in a car accident today is more inevitable. These were my exact thoughts as i was having a warm shower in a very cold Monday. My older brother had been generous enough to enroll me in a 10-day driving school. Other than the fact that he wants me to have some sense of direction in life, he prefers that i learn it from a professional instead of risking another relative’s future.
On my first day of class, i arrived at their office seconds earlier than my supposedly instructor. As expected, the man looked like an average family guy. Only with a heavy-eyed face which seemed exhausted from the humdrum schemes of his life. He didn’t smile enough to greet me maybe because he didn’t have a good breakfast. Neither did i. The first thing i heard from him was, “first day?” Then i noded yes in reply.
He (who did not introduce himself at all) brought a boy with him. I thought to myself, “poor kid”. This boy who seemed to be his son was told to stay at the backseat. Some instructions which perhaps not explicitly mentioned to the boy were 1. Pray for our safety because children are closer to god. 2. Remind me not to lose patience if ever this loser won’t follow instructions.
As the boy obediently sat at the back quietly, i panicked trying to absorb all the steps that the man on the wheel uttered. He spoke in a manner of a rapid gun fire without the consideration of my slow technical comprehension. If his words were bullets, I’d probably be a dead deer in hindsight. I’ve driven a car before, just not one set in manual transmission. But this time, i had to deal with a stick shift. (as if automatic wasn’t hard enough) the optimist in me thinks of this as a challenge which builds good character and strengthens moral fiber. Whatever, my pessimist side speaks out. This was like an actual dummies’ guide to driving (with additional topics through repressed panic attacks). Towards the next half of the hour, i was given the chance to maneuver my way away from a possible road kill.
By the second day, i found out that i may have what it takes not to kill people with my driving. I also have found out that the secret identity of the man who just spent an hour teaching me was more interestingly named Glenn. For questions like those, i ask their office receptionist named Kathy because Glenn didn’t seem to be the type who would like to talk about trivial things like his name.
So far so good, I have driven farther than 3 kilometers on a slight traffic. When i asked Glenn for my flaws? He referred to my stirring. Other than that, i think I am easily distracted with cute pedestrians.
For the past two days, i have managed to attend my driving classes without being late. To surprise you further, I am still alive and there have been no casualties as we speak. Kathy made a phone call this afternoon to tell me that my schedule was moved to a 10-11 am class which is good news. I just hope lunch breaks don’t make Glenn any grumpier. |
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| El Consejo Atenista (logo) |
[March. 9th, 2009|12:18 pm] |
FROM
Sanggunian ng mga Mag-aaral (Old)
TO
El Consejo Atenista (Gold)
El Consejo Atenista (Silver)
( EXPLANATION OF THE LOGO )
EDIT: This logo was not chosen by the council. They opted for more a traditional concept. Oh well. |
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| MICHAEL & MICHAEL by Myke Apeluddin |
[February. 20th, 2009|11:46 am] |
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This will be my personal logo at this point. I created the logo last night through Paint+. The letter 'M' represents the initial of my first name which is Michael. In Hebrew, Michael means 'He whom is like God'. Being born in June 13, the period of the Gemini: The concept with the double letters, a prominent black font letter M and another letter M in white as a shadow is derived from the Gemini zodiac symbol for twins. The logo is also reminiscent of the air sign which is the elemental type of the Gemini. I realized I want to attend art school after a psychology degree. |
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| Ab-duh-ction |
[February. 19th, 2009|04:54 pm] |
I got this phone call from my dad two hours ago about my 17 year old nephew getting kidnapped. I did not really know how to react when he started talking about it because that's how I deal with situations that may induce panic attacks. I tend to rationalize things first before I behave. I didn't really understand my dad because 1. he is bad at explaining things 2. he doesn't know how to use the cellphone too well which makes him grumble instead and raise his voice.
This was before I had lunch so I was too hungry to even ponder about it. Remember when our previous house got burned? It took me a day before I started crying about my room which was turned into a lump of charcoal. I was with Ash when my dad called. I told her my dad was looking for my nephew if I've seen him around the university. She was the one who reacted for me. I was smiling. I was smiling because I found it funny. Funny because we're actually the family members of the abducted. Just like in the movies. Just like in those news. I should get a slap from my sister. Instead, Ash did the honor. Then Ash told me to eat because she knew I neither had breakfast nor lunch. I ate fried chicken and rice with unlimited gravy in the school caf. I was overwhelmed. Overwhelmed because the chicken was too big for my cup of rice. Then back to my nephew. I didn't really know how to react. I didn't like that kid. When we were growing up together considering his age is, oh wait, he's not anymore 17, he's 18. See that, I don't even know how old he is. When were were younger, we used to fight a lot. He'd call me gay often after he tears up the sketches I made and posted on the walls of my room. We never got a long since then. I did bully him more than once, but I played god when I was a kid. (So you can say, I'm a demi-god in status quo.)
Ash told me to call my sister instead. I think I owe her that. I love my sister, just not her son. Or at least one of her kids. After eating lunch, I still told Ash that I don't know how to react. I don't know what entirely happened that is. While on our way to find a phonebooth, I saw my sister-in-law in her new car. The last time I saw her (my sister-in-law) was when she told me that my sister (my nephew's mother) has a new car. As if it mattered to me, although that mattered to everybody else. That's how my family is. They like comparing stuffs, fortune and drama. When I reached my sister-in-law, she told me the whole story. The maid of my sister was there. Smiling. That gave a good sign.
My nephew wasn't kidnapped after all. He was almost kidnapped or at least a caller threatened my sister that they will kidnap my nephew. Ash tells me that I will be kidnapped instead because I look like my nephew. We were told to have a close resemblance. Now, that made me react.
Kidnapping in my dear city has become a trend. Last year there were two students in my school who were asked to pay the ransom. One was rumored to have been raped. The other one told his story to have been more like an immersion experience. (No technology for three months? No way, that's like rape just the same.) My family's not rich enough to pay any ransom, so the kidnappers should really know their victims well. Or at least not call before they do kidnap anybody because that's just dumb.
Right now I'm feeling a little bit odd. My crotch is. FUCK! The bottle of alcohol in my pocket just spilled. Demmet. So much for wanting to be clean and safe. |
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