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I hear the sound of metal hitting metal, of machines whirring, of these urban cicadas singing.  Day and night, the workers, they come.  I pass by them on my way home from work.  They oftentimes will say hello to you, but I always ignore them because they anger me.  That is, of course, through no fault of their own.  Displacement is what you call it.

The skeletons of their buildings have cast shadows over our homes, breaking the wind and slowly blocking the sky out as they grow.  They have taken up all the space along the sidewalk, with mountains of cement here, and mixers and trucks there.  I, along with other pedestrians, am forced to step out onto the highway at my own risk because their obstacle course of construction materials is impossible to pass through.

Their banging and clanging can be heard three blocks away at three in the morning.  Their buildings are an eyesore.  The fliers that they give out, with the tagline “be the better neightbor!  Own a condo unit for only XXXXXXX amount as downpayment,” insult me.  Does owning a flat make you a better neighbor than one who owns a regular home with a garden, gate, and a garage?  Fuck you and your marketing director.

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This is a writing exercise that I made this morning because I couldn’t attend review class.  All of the above is true though.  I do not approve of the construction projects around my neighborhood.

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I stayed home sick today so I made these magnets from magazine cutouts and flat marbles.  I plan to give the moogle, black mage, and tonberry to a friend as a gift.  This is pretty addicting.  I think I’ll make some more tomorrow 🙂

Right now I’m in an internet shop in Lucena. I spent my new year’s here and I’ll be staying until tomorrow. Or Monday.

Most of my days here have been composed of eating and staying up late catching up with my cousins, waking up late, and then listening to and watching our drunk neighbors play with fireworks. That’s the thing I love about spending New Year’s here in Lucena. Although the fireworks in Manila are generally better visually, (not to mention much much safer), over here you get more freedom (har har har).

I really want to go back to Manila though. Compared to Lucena, it’s a lot warmer over there. I can’t go out of the house without a jacket on (I wear the jacket inside the house too).

I went to Megamall today to see a dog show.  It was more of an exhibition of working dogs- bomb sniffing and personal protection, mostly of the breed Belgian Malinois.  Yes, I really have nothing to do.  My dad trains and breeds dogs like those, so yeah, he’s an enthusiast, as most of us are in the family.  This is how they look like:

bax with my dad's feet

bax with my dad's feet

That is our monster of a dog, Bax.  We didn’t have him with us, this is just an old picture.  I didn’t take any today since I was too far, and too disappointed.

It didn’t seem like anyone prepared for the show (the dogs, the trainers, the event organizers, I could go on and on).   My dad’s friends, who were invited as the judges, took over the emceeing since there was no host (c’mon, a show with no host?  Argh).  I am also very sorry to say that the quality of training of those dog was so bad that the audience found it entertaining and I started shoegazing.  6 to 7:30PM.  That is how I found out that one of the dog handlers was wearing slippers in the ring while showing his dog.  That was funny.  Why, oh why did he have to wear slippers?  I wish I was close enough to get a shot!

I was so bored that I was able to finish drawing one of the dogs on my DS:

one of the dogs at the show

one of the dogs at the show

I am quite worried about those dogs.  If dogs with that kind of training are being used for bomb-sniffing in malls, hotels, and other public places (and they probably are), I won’t be surprised if the bombs went off and there would be chunks of debris and maybe, but hopefully not, human parts flying in the air (I can recall an event like that that happened one or two years ago, cause unknown, or being witheld from the public by the government and the mall owner, or something).

I’m just saying, Belgian Malinois are a great breed as working dogs, one of the best even- with the right training, that is.

Well, here is my inevitable “first post” post.  Just a little intro to this blog- it’s a little project of mine.  This is where i document the moments when (and if) I catch myself gazing at my shoes, and I mean that literally- the time, place, which shoes I was wearing, other shoes that may have been present, and my thoughts during those moments.  It’s not much, but it’s also a tribute in my own small way to the bands Mew and My Bloody Valentine.  (You can find all this written in the “About” page but I felt like putting it here too, because I can.)

I came up with this idea while I was at mass staring at my shoes instead of listening to the sermon.  I never listen to the priest, but really, I’m a good person.  Just not very attentive (sorry Father).  Here is a photo of the shoes I was wearing that time, taken yesterday.  They are gold and they are jelly shoes, and they squeak when they get wet in the rain.

gold shoes at church

gold shoes at church

Sorry about the really bad quality.  Next time will be better.  Going to sleep now