pApEt SaNtiLLaNa: ...10th day.....

Thursday, July 29, 2010

...10th day.....

DAY 10
9:44 Morning
Santa Rita of Casia Parish Church
Paranaque, Manila

I am sick today and I have nothing on my mind to post on my 365 project day 10. When I woke up in the morning, I decided to take my breakfast in the nearest Mc Donald’s to our apartment. And that is the Mc Donald’s in airport road. I am eager to present something on my project today I can’t take not to share a picture for my day 10. I still want to follow the rules of my 365 project fresh pictures or Pictures taken on the exact day. I prepare myself going to Mc Donald and bringing the most important thing on my project “my camera”! After my breakfast, I’m on my way home and I’m upset coz I’m still sick and I can’t roam around to look for my Day 10 presentation since its raining. On my way home, I passed by the old Sta. Rita Church in Bacalaran and I decided to get in the church. I offer a little prayer and after that I feel like I really need to take rest coz I really feel sick. I stand up on my kneeling position and I noticed my Cam. Then I got the Idea that I’m going to present for my Day ten is the Sta. Rita Church altar. And I got this one. I know this is not so perfect but the best thing is I have something to present today on my 365 project.

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aLL aBoUt Me....

Some cliched introduction would be in order. Most unnecessary, actually, since I intend to blog not anonymously and not let only a few friends know about this. Still, fresh starts for fresh journeys.
I go by Magiting (i dont know what it means in ilonggo).Call me papet if you want.Don't ask why the name 'Magiting' comes about. Crap, you may say. Inspiration out of nothing, I say.
I grow a year older every May twenty seventh. A Gemini. I am Filipino, born in San Joaquin Iloilo. But sometimes people mistake me for a igorot??? (hahahaha maybe i look like igorot).While I cherish personal time, I dislike loneliness. But maybe they are one and the same, are they not, except perhaps that loneliness is personal time for someone who does not wish for it.
I am primarily karay-a speaking, having been raised in an karay-a speaking family. I have an older brother, both parents, and no pets.
I am a person who say what i want to say. Mostly. But I am not one of those guys who talk about basketball, sex,discriminate girls just because they are supposedly the weaker sex and whine about rejections from them, because they are bitter over the fact that they have not gotten laid in a year and have resigned themselves to the sad truth that they will have to wait longer still. I simply think some women are dumb. But I love women; they can be smart/cute in their own ways but lovable, like dogs. In fact, I cannot stand most guys. Most of them think about balls and let their dicks lead them along. However, I am honest enough to acknowledge that I myself have the capacity to be everything I hate about other guys. Still, I maintain my stand.
I like to laugh, I like to write and chill out. I love reading. I am not a sporty person. I like to express myself. I like to look my best, I make no bones about it. Was it not Shakespeare who said, "Vanity, thy name is ***(it's not appropriate to put 'women' hence the asterisks? How very true.
I am realistic to a fault, imminently lazy, cynical, sardonic, acerbic. I tend to look at a picture in as many different views as I can to make a more accurate judgment of it; consequently, I am unbiased in judgment, but prone to confusing myself into contradiction and hence, indecision. By nature, I keep to myself and I value my privacy. I like to have time to myself, I find myself a very companionable companion to myself indeed. I have to have a lot of personal space. I am terribly self-conscious and have very low self-esteem. Often I am disgusted at myself.Relationships are always fleeting for me, because I find most girls my age too demanding in their expectations. I admit my expectations might be a tad too high, either. Worse still, I don't fall in love easily, and I fall out of love far too easily. But that's the way I am, and I won't settle for less. I am self-sufficient enough, and quite adequately emotionally independent not to constantly need a partner.
That's me, that's unabashedly princeofdamnation, and I make no apologies for it.