Friday, October 22, 2010

T.B.L. Vol. 3: The Game of Chance

T.B.L. stand for The Becklette Lessons. i would like to define becklette as a becky who is of the age of innocence (or lack thereof). anywhere between teen to early 20s. i want to impart knowledge to my brethren who are of the younger set. there are so many of them out there.

if you do not fall within this age range anymore, you have to admit, you were a becklette once. didn't we, at one point in our lives, say this: i wish i knew then what i know now? some of us grow older, but never grow up. maybe, just maybe, this could still help.

lesson #8: the fall

never fall in "love" on the first date then fall out of "love" on the fifth. it's recklessly wasteful to start something you would not be finishinG. you see, that's what make the becky culture so volatile. our people do not put value into a long and steady phase. nowadays, it's all "i find that itty bitty teeny weeny speck of imperfection in you and that's it, it's over". blame it on the horsed-faced lady from that show about how she found her man despite her horse-faced-ness.

you are not a quality analyst on a production line who throws away the refuse. embrace everything there is in that guy you are dating. just think of it this way: you are not THAT perfect as you delude yourself to be.

lesson #9: sometimes you are the Popoy, sometimes the Basha...
(a.k.a. watch One More Chance)

yes, I am deadly serious. the one with John Lloyd and Bea? yep. that's the one.

this movie speaks volumes of truth about relationships be it heterosexual or beckysexual.

even though lesson number 2 (TBL vol.1) explicitly said that there is no such thing as a 3-month rule in the becky world, we can relate to these heterosexual rules:

-there is always an inevitable end.
-either you will get your heart trampled upon, or you are the one who did the trampling.
-make up/break up sex is the hottest.
-losing someone could drive you to your madstrings.
-friends are the anchor to your sanity.
-there are also the stupid haircuts after every break up. (wait, what!? you don't do that?)

and since the becky world is getting smaller and smaller nowadays (everybody is somebody's ex), you are bound to flip flop between the two roles.

although here's my caveat: watch it on DVD and then end the movie when they say their farewell at the UST football field. that is where the movie truly ends.

lesson #10: ...but no, you don't get to speak your lines

yes, in your head it feels good to come up with lines such as:
P: "Five years? Itatapon mo lang lahat?"
B: "Kailangan ko to, kailangan mo rin."
P: "Pero ikaw ang kailangan ko."
B: "Ang totoo hanggang ngayon umaasa parin ako na sabihin mong ako parin. Ako na lang. Ako na lang ulit."
P: "She loved me at my worst. You had me at my best. And you chose to break my heart."
T: Mahal mo pa ba siya?
P: Ayokong nakikitang nasasaktan.
T: (She reaches out and softly closes his eyes.) Para kung masaktan man ako, hindi mo makikita...Mahal mo pa ba siya?
P: (He starts to sob) I'm sorry.
P: Siguro kaya tayo iniiwanan ng mga mahal natin dahil may darating pang ibang mas magmamahal sa'tin - 'yung hindi tayo sasaktan at paasahin...'yung magtatama ng lahat ng mali sa buhay natin.

dear little drama queen, wake up and smell the celluloiD. life never sets you up to deliver these mushy killer lines. when you are at the moment, all you have are caveman-level thoughts, let alone the ability to utter coherent sentences. you only get to think of these knock out lines AFTER the event.

lesson #11: stop watching sappy love stories

if by any random circumstance you find yourself relating to a movie because the events that transpired eerily mirrored what's in your life, then it just means one thing. damn, your life is boring! why? because someone, somewhere out there, tapping on his/her keyboard was able to map out your point A to point B. it is then when you are no longer unique, no longer adding anything new to the tapestry that is the human evolution of love.

dear, go write your own story! enough said.

it's a Friday everyone! go knock yourselves silly.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010


i got a nasty "paper" cut from the pint of Selecta Strawberry Ice Cream's tin foil. can you believe it? tin foil! those things are deadly!

at first I didn't notice it, sabi ko pa sa mga trainees ko: "Wow ang red naman nito" only to find out... haha. i almost fainted on my way to the clinic 'coz it was oozing (blood mortifies me). to think I almost sucked on it. Vampire Diaries much?


it's official. i have a new collection/obsession.

i am a tie person. tie, as in you know,


although i have some from way back, i'm not really a big fan of the fat ones. the skinny ones are ok, but i gotta say, i love my slim ones the most. i've noticed that over the past few months, my collection has grown to a considerable amount. anything that occupies more than 10% of my closet is deemed considerable. and to think they are just ties!

i got them from all over. department stores, boutiques, flea markets, upscale establishments abroad... from dirt cheap (but trendy) to nosebleedingly expensive (think designer) ones.

i got a whole spectrum of colors. colors that becklettes/thunderbecks would have a field day trying to identify the color (periwinkle? mauve? burnt sienna?).  heck, at this point i could "out-color" a rainbow. and i've only just begun. ha!

now i just know there is a Freudian theory out there that best explains the psychoanalytical aspect of this obsession, but fuck whatever that is!

i love my ties.


Wednesdays=hump of the week. Happy humping! :)

Friday, October 15, 2010

He Walks On

alas, i've officially overcome the drama, the self-inflicted pain, the unmitigated languishing. here i am, fresh as a daisy on a dew-filled morning. watch out world, here i go again. i hope you are ready for me, 'cause i sure am ready for you.


you are never left wanting, so i've learned. if you can not find that elusive thing called love in one person, open your eyes because there are a lot of people with bits and pieces of it for you. fragmented, yes. but when you put it all together, it would be far greater than the love you'd get from one.


my compulsion to shop is rearing it's head once again. i have a backlog of clothes that i bought last week that i haven't even worn yet...hehe.


my friend S and i stormed MegaMall this afternoon. i can't believe the crowd. it's been ages since i've gone out to shop on a Friday (a payday Friday, at that). nevertheless, it was a blast. thanks, S!


Teriyaki Boy, FTW! although, one kink in my orgasmic eating binge was the fact that they ran out of Shake Sashimi (Salmon). arg! but the rest of the dishes were delish.


i have encountered a very bizarre Filipino phenomena...people flocking to Forever 21. and when i say flocking, i mean waiting IN LINE for a bazillion minutes just to get into the freaking store! the line snakes in and out of the perimeter of the store. and what's so mind boggling is i see people just patiently waiting in line. like they are in a stupor or a drug induced hallucination. maybe, in their heads, they are daydreaming of buying rainbows and unicorns inside the store. i just shook my head in disbelief. i've been in the store before, and i didn't see anything spectacular. it's like H&M-lite.

is this another fad? if so, i find it sad.


i feel just great. yeah. and i don't know why, but i'm again very optimistic about everything. maybe i've found my rose-colored glasses again. or maybe it's something else. no matter what, i feel something good is coming.


happy weekends, becklettes and thunderbecks!

Monday, October 4, 2010

Staying Up

i guess the last entry was just way too lazy. well at least for me. i could at least tell you what it was about. at least, in bits and pieces.

ok, i wanted to extract myself from this state of single blessedness that i am in. and boy did i really think that i finally got my shot. i met someone.

but alas, the fates may have been setting me up for their amusement. it wasn't meant to be. i tried to be at my best. i gave it the patented advent-style of panliligaw (side note: i always do the panliligaw...somehow, the thought of being the recipient of the ligaw makes me uncomfortable...i guess i'm still a boy deep inside). i always go for the unexpected and the memorable. i gave it one heck of a shot.


and then the day he uttered these lines: "don't you think we're better off as friends?". the pain sliced through me like a hot knife through butter.


i was supposed to write about what happened between me and the most recent "i-never-got-there" friend. but i figured, the only thing flying out of my mouth/fingers is drivel. saccharine and slow. i'm done with purple prosing. i guess it's just not me anymore. this new me is about empowerment.

so yeah, here i am alone again. single. yearning. oh fuck. i think i'm done with wallowing. at least for now.

hi, i'm advent, and i eat rejections for breakfast.



2 entries back, i noticed i got a whopping string of comments. i'm sorry if i haven't replied. but i appreciate it all the same. and i do hope it's about the message of the entry that's coming across and not my, uhm, new look. hehe.

PS. to mr. anonymous...i know all you've been posting is either how fat i am and how unappealing i am to you now. i would just like to tell you to go fuck yourself and i know your IP and i swear, when i find you imma gonna cut your face!


i'm kidding. LOL. i completely agree. i'm "fatter" now. thank god. at least i know my weight gain program is working. oh and i can't please everyone, right? wanna go out on a date? wink. LOL.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Waking Up

damn. single blessedness my ass. this sucks!