Jed Reston

If life is a river then the author is the stagnant pool of water near the rocks... He wants to be a bum. But sadly this is denied of him by his parents. He fights for it but still. Failure... for him there is nothing like watching TV while lying on the sofa on a cold evening or sitting on the bed with a book and a cold drink. He lives by the laws of love and is evidently a bohemian by nature. For him "carpe diem" isn’t good enough. According to him, "you don’t just seize the day, you grab it by the balls and bite the stinking cock out of It." we can blame his demented mind for that. He is just plain sick. Although branded as a cynic he is no less a good friend. Maybe a bit cheeky, wanna-be-vagrant, I don’t know... He is just everything that you’re afraid of... a good looking retard. A believer of love, a student of human nature and most importantly a free thinker.



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Thursday, November 02, 2006
Some Snow Would Be Nice
My hands are in my pocket as I stared at the pavement moving fast from under me. It's almost 4:00 am and I am still awake -this has been happening a lot lately. I wonder what triggered this year’s insomnia attack. Maybe it's my conscience -do I even have one? I am not a bad guy, well not a "real" bad guy per se but am not exactly Teabag from Prison Break. I'm more of a Jon Stewart kind of bad guy -one who doesn't really do any damage but is just considered bad because he see's the world from a different point of view. On second thought I maybe more of a Stephen Colbert or a watered down version of Carlos Mencia. I stopped dead in my tracks look up at the sky and continued walking...

Maybe it's the water... Our boarding House change from tap water to deep well a couple of weeks ago, so we have to get our drinking water from the Tap faucet at the end of the hall overlooking the funny looking papaya tree/plant which by the way has branches. (Have you ever seen a papaya tree/plant with branches?) Then again, that's a stupid reason for an insomnia attack, why did even think of that?!

I think it's Einstein's fault! I have been reading his theories on the universe and its mind boggling, I feel like a trekkie. This sucks!

I think it’s the afternoon naps. Nah, it’s probably Her, I’ve been thinking about Her a lot lately.

Shit, I dropped my cigarette into my cup of coffee…

Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Expensive Conversations
"How could you say that?"

"Say what?" She replied with a tinge of shock.

"What you just said." He shot back!

"What's wrong with what I said?" She asked.

"Nothing, never mind..."

She shifted her cellphone from her right hand to her left and she said, "I'm sorry..."

"Don't be. It's not your fault. I just wish I could bring myself to hate you! At least this would be easier for me." He tried to make it sound like a romantic joke.

But she knows he's got tears on his eyes.

.....Both lines fell silent.

"We're burning credits here, your bills gonna skyrocket." He tried to say goodbye.

She answered with a deep sigh and she said, "Thanks!"

"Don't worry, I know your mom's gonna kill you when she's sees your phone bill after..."

"I meant thanks for loving me despite everything, I am sorry I can't love you back."

"Ey what are friends for?" He just said one of the most painful things to ever escape his lips!

"Click," the line went dead.

That phone call cost her 60.00PHP -it cost him his heart!

Posted at 04:30 pm by Jed Reston
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Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Check This Out...
How cool is this?... hahaha... Indulge am basking in the light! ahhh... My simple pleasure!

Posted at 09:21 am by Jed Reston
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Monday, October 30, 2006
The Greatness of a Loser
"It is strange that all great men should have some oddness or folly of some sort admixed with whatever genius they might have."

Look at Albert Einstein and Stephen Hawkings, they are two of the greatest thinkers of our time and look at them. How bout Bill Gates or Kurt Cobain (Don’t ask, I just think he's great!) Why does every great person has this inborn anti-hero in themselves? I know some of you might answer that, "this is due to the commonly accepted fact that nobody is perfect," but let’s look beyond that. What if deep inside us are two persons; one is struggling for greatness while the other is fighting for obscurity and even worse failure. It's a long shot that some of you might not accept this weird theory of mine, but who can prove it wrong if nobody would think long and hard bout it right?

Man is a paradoxical creature by nature. We need to see the horrible side of life to appreciate its good parts. We need war to achieve peace; we need to feel pain to write wonderful poetry. What if this weird characteristic of ours stems from these long suppressed and often un-entertained thoughts of failing? I mean how many times have you thought of just throwing everything in the wind and go for broke? It's much like gambling on a losing hand or betting on a donkey in a horse race. Ask yourself why do we love the underdog so much? I don’t think it’s not just because we want to see the weaker one win over the crowd favorite, I think it is because we can relate with the underdog, we want to be him, and we want to be the loser that everyone keeps talking about. But we are afraid because losing and failing bears such a strong negative stigma that it overwhelms us. Think about it, not all great men are winners. How many battles did the great Andres Bonifacio win in his career as a military man? How many shots did Michael Jordan miss in his entire career? Why does a soldier have to give his life to be a real hero of his cause? Let us accept people that we need to fail, in fact deep inside we want to fail and greatness stems from having that ability to overcome that urge to lose and hurdling ourselves past the mental and physical barriers that we ourselves have conjured up. Failing and winning is relative, maybe in our strive to the win we lose our sight of the goal and ended up failing. On the other hand we can throw ourselves on the lap of failure and just do our best and we end up winning. Hard work is not enough. If we can't overcome our inner, unconscious thought of willingness to fail, we will never achieve success no matter how hard our work and how solemn our prayers are.

*This could easily be one of my most stupid post....

Thursday, October 19, 2006
Urban Crying
"Tonight I Wanna Cry"
Urban Keith

Alone in this house again tonight
I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine
There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me
The way that it was and could have been surrounds me
I'll never get over you walkin' away

I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry

Would it help if I turned a sad song on
"All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone
Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters
It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better
But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way

[Repeat chorus twice]

I've been hearing this song for a long time... a constant company to almost every night that won't seem to end.

A couple of days ago this song came back like a ghost, hauntingly bitter with every vibrations of its chords. It's like watching Romeo and Juliet over and over again, but this time only Juliet dies.
It kinda reminds us how hard it is to be a man right? Specially the part were we are not supposed to cry and shit.

oh and by the way, I did cry that night!

Thursday, October 12, 2006
My Savior, My God
AAron Shust

I am not skilled to understand
What God has willed, what God has planned
I only know at his right hand
Stands one who is my savior

I take him at his word and deed
Christ died to save me this I read
And in my heart I find a need
For him to be my savior

That he would leave his place on high
And come for sinful man to die
You count it strange, so once did I
Before I knew my savior

My savior loves, my savior lives
My savior's always there for me
My God he was, my God he is
My God he's always gonna be

Yes, living, dying; let me bring
My strength, my solace from this spring
That he who lives to be my king
Once died to be my savior

That he would leave his place on high
And come for sinful man to die
You count it strange, so once did I
Before I knew my savior

My savior loves, my savior lives
My savior's always there for me
My God he was, My God he is
My God he's always gonna be

Tuesday, September 05, 2006
I’ve been smoking in the non smoking section a lot lately. Not caring who gets cancer and shit –I go on billowing smoke like a runaway train on a non-existent track. That’s just one, lately, I’ve also been waking up in places where I know I have no right to be in, doing things which are unaccepted, taboo and even downright illegal.

I know I have a well known history of getting my head lead over by my heart but this time I’m pretty sure that this shit am getting into right now could pretty much cost me my life and even more… what could possibly be a greater cost than life? Well…. How about love? And happiness of a girl who is pretty much stuck between a rock and a very hard place, cuddling a baby and carrying a backpack full of heartbreaks and heartaches.

Love can really make you grow old fast… it can get arrested and tried in court too. Hehehe… this could possibly be one of the most controversial turning points in my life. I don’t think I’ve put this much on the line for the sake of my feelings. This time I am going to lay it all on the table and play my cards smart… I just hope I would get out of this with as much trust and faith in love, life and the universal power of karma when I decided to go in to this.

Posted at 06:01 am by Jed Reston
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Friday, September 01, 2006
Naabutan ko pa ang Dekada 80

Your Personal Rating

Dakila Ka! Lumaki ka sa Star-Rice!
Isang mabuting anak ng Dekada Otsenta
Pangkaraniwang Anak ng Dekada Otsenta
Second-rate, trying hard, copycat
Anong ginagawa mo rito? Isa kang huwad!

Your score: 99 out of 126 (85 is the average)
Your percentage points: 78.57%

You did pretty well! You had a nice eighties childhood. You got out quite a bit as a child, watched the right television shows, listened to the right songs, played the right childhood games, and generally had a swell time! You look back to the eighties with fondness, and occasionally, you wish those good times were here again.
Relative Standing

Below are analyses of where you stand among the population of Challenge Set A examinees. This takes into account everyone who took the test and tells you how well you did in relation to everyone.

The Examinees-Per-Score Graph. The following is a frequency distribution. It groups examinees based on the scores garnered from the test. You belong to the group represented by the dark-green bar:

Percentile Rank. Your percentile rank tells you the percentage of scores in the group of test-takers that fall below your raw score.
Your percentile rank of 84 means that you generally did better than 84% of the other people who took the challenge. In all of the children of the eighties, you are among the elite! Not an easy feat!
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Salamat sa suporta at sa pagtangkilik!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006
I got tagged... again! hehehe... I must be one of the slowest runners here in the blog world.

This time I have to post Six of my weirdest habits. So, indulge in my uber weirdness. Lols...

1. I have this weird obsession with clean feet and cute hands!

2. I also have this weird obsession with war/army related stuff. World War I and II, Korean war, Vietnam, Gulf War I and II.... You name it I'll watch, read, listen to it. hehehe...

3. Batman/Buttman. He's a foocking god!

4. I've been listening to a Balak's lately. It's Bisayan poetry, I think. Basta it's hard to explain, but its beautiful.

5. I'd eat my own toe jam if you'd give me an CA M4CQB or Steyr Aug with Phantom Kit or CA G36C or CA AK47 Spetsnaz.

6. I am inlove with a married gurl. Dont ask!... Please...

TAG: Pam, Fats, Rilag, Ala, Glam, Kawaiibam

Posted at 05:31 am by Jed Reston
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Tuesday, July 25, 2006
What the Fart?
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Given the chance, I'd definitely marry Keeley Hazell.

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