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A few of you know my story from earlier this week, and a few of you don’t. It’s been about 4 days since I got those phone calls, and I’m still pretty freaked out. I’ll probably be writing two entries tonight because I don’t want to have 2 separate subjects in one.
Anyways, on to my story. To give you an idea of what actually went on, I’ll talk about how I usually spend my summer nights. Now it’s no secret that I usually stay up until the sun is peaking through my window, and normally I’m on the computer or on the phone until it does. It’s easy to lose track of time and my sleeping habits are so fucked up that I don’t know how I’m gonna make it past the first few weeks of school.
This night felt like any other night, except that I was getting tired a lot earlier than usual. Now I don’t know if that has anything to do with what happened this night, but I feel like every detail should be written down, just to help me clear my mind of this. It was 4:53 a.m. on July 14th, and I was watching the Little Mermaid on the Disney Channel, of course.. nothing else was on. I turned on the sleep timer for my t.v. and buried my head in my pillow, but for some reason, I decided to position my body in reverse. My head was where my feet should’ve been, and my feet we’re at the head of my bed. At approximately 5:11, I get a phone call. Obviously this is nothing out of the ordinary, so I rolled over and looked at my phone, the number was unavailable. I answered the phone and on the other line was middle aged filipino man speaking in tagolog. I’m not gonna lie, I don’t speak tagalog, and I can barely understand it. In english, he asked if I was Daryl and I responded yes. He began talking to me, repeating a single phrase. The only words I could make out were “daryl” “hospital” and “work”. He repeated the phrase twice, and each time I told him I couldn’t understand him. He began to sound frustrated, and began yelling the phrase over the phone until what sounded like another man came to pull him aside and tried to calm him down. I quickly hung up. The phone call lasted 1 minute and 17 seconds.
I was still pretty sleepy so I didn’t think much of it. I figured if they were relatives, they would call my parents or my sister. I decided to go back to sleep, but what I did next was something I have never done in my entire life. I decided to sleep with my feet hanging over the side of my bed. Now let me just say that I just got a new Full-Sized bed. Before that, I had a twin that I barely fit on, and it would make no sense for me to decide to sleep on the edge now that I have a bed I could fit on.
At 5:28 I recieved another phone call from an unavailable number. I thought it was the same person so I decided to answer. It was a younger guy this time. He asked the same thing, “is this daryl?” and I responded yes. “Oh sorry dude, did I wake you up?” I told him “no, I was just about to knock out.” What he said next had me terrified, “dude sorry to call but I was just thinking about your toes, and I got turned on.” I didn’t really understand what he had said so I asked him “what?” . Confirming my suspicions, he said “your toes.” I was confused, so I asked him what he was talking about. He yelled, “YOUR TOES FOOL! ON YOUR FUCKING FEET!” and hung up the phone. This phone call last 33 seconds.
Being half asleep, I didn’t really take this all in until I woke up a few hours later.
It keeps me up at night, but I won’t live in fear. That’s just silly.
-daryl kris
Phillip Banks = fill up banks
you know, since he’s rich.
you’re welcome
I’ve been really lazy. I’ll admit it.
I’m finally in the mood to write in this thing, but there’s way too much to talk about. I guess I’ll just write a quick summary about things I remember.
Hmm.. first of all, school is over and I passed all of my classes, hooray. Summer school starts next week and i’m taking 2 (?) classes, British Literature and Intro to Philosophy. I was supposed to take Philosophy 6 over the second session, but apparently California is broke as fuck and decided to cut the education budget. Schwarzenegger you fucking dumbass, I thought you were pro-education. But whatever, I’ll take it next summer I suppose. Let this be a lesson to all of you, don’t vote for someone just cause he’s famous. Look at the Philippines, Manny Pacquiao ran for Congressman, but everyone voted against his opponent because (1) we want him to keep fighting, (2) we realize he has had no formal education, and (3) filipinos aren’t idiots.
Speaking of filipinos, I went to the homeland for 2 weeks and just got back on Monday June 1st. I forgot how hot and humid it was over there. As soon as we got off of the plane I knew I was gonna die. I spent more time with my sister in 2 weeks than I probably have in 2 years combined, and I hated it. She drives me fucking nuts. The plane ride was insane, left LAX and flew for 11 hours to Guam, stopped for an hour to refuel, and flew 3 more hours to Manila, afterwards we took a 45 minute flight to Cebu, where my family kicks it. Stayed with my mom’s side of the family for awhile, then went over to my dad’s side as well. Went to 2 of the 8 malls they have on that island, and participated in a Go-Kart race, fucking nuts. Speaking of nuts, driving there is fucking ridiculous. There are two lanes, but there are 4 cars. The lines are there for decoration, and everyone just honks to change lanes.
We took a private boat to this Island about the size of St. Genevieve High School or MSMC, and had it basically to ourselves. Took 1 hour to get there but that place was gorgeous. White sand and clear water, with fish swimming around you. Took 7 cups of Red Horse, their strongest beer. That shit is fucking nuts. That was probably the most drunk I have ever gotten, and to top it off we needed to take the boat back to our place, so I almost yacked in the clear water.. party foul! So I sucked it up.
The next day we took a 2 and a half hour boat ride to Bohol, another one of the big islands. This is where my grandparents came from. We visited this place called Chocolate Hills, where there are hundreds of hills the size of 3 story malls that look like Hershey’s kisses. Then we visited this “zoo” where they had anaconda’s and 15 tarsiers, fucking random haha. Grabbed lunch on a river, we were riding a boat about the size of a living room, but it was shaped into a square, and we rode it to a waterfall while enjoying lunch. It was cool because the river was basically the backyard to a bunch of houses, so people started performing for us, and there were kids in trees hanging above the boat saying hi. It must be fun to kick it like that everyday. We finished the day at house of the brother of my late grandpa Pete.
There were a lot of people I didn’t recognize, but they all seemed to know me. Throughout the trip, all I kept hearing was “wow he’s so big now” and other things like that. The next week we took a 45 minute hike along a river to find a waterfall. My cousins and I took an extra 20 minute walk to find the source, and swam there. It was fresh water so it was refreshing not having to swim in salt water. Supposedly over 65 people died in that waterfall, and there are bodies at the floor of it that have never been retrieved. Didn’t wear goggles cause I didn’t want to see. I lost my earrings when we went under the waterfall with the raft, and so did my mom. Mine were 5 bucks and hers were my grandma’s.
You can tell I’m getting sleepy here cause I’m writing like shit hahaha.
Being there is was a very humbling experience. Their living conditions aren’t that great, and I wish there was something we could do to help out the entire country. Most people there are absolutely content with their lives, when we complain when we have nothing to do on a Wednesday afternoon. For example, when we got on the boat to go to Bohol, there were several smaller boats surrounding us with people begging for money. People would toss 1, 5, 10 peso coins in the water, and the people on the boat would jump off, and dive for them. And this is deep fucking water. So you only get one try at getting it. And 47 pesos there is one dollar here. So imagine having to dive into SALT water with your eyes open trying to fetch a coin that is worth about 2 pennies just so you can survive and provide for your family. One of these “sea people” was a kid no older than 14, and the other two looked old enough to be my great grandparents. It broke my heart.
The cokes there come in glass bottles, and let me tell you.. it tastes so much better coming from a glass bottle. whoah.. that was a completely different change in direction.
mmm.. other fun facts..
Their large over there is our small.
Flame It! is the closest thing you’ll get to In-n-Out over there.
I got a pair of Oakley Oil Rigs
I finally got my tattoo, apparently Erwin thinks it’s retarded haha. I asked you to draw one for me!
I can’t think, I’ll update this later. maybe.
Summer 2009! enjoy it!
-daryl kris
checking to see if this linux program will really post onto my blog.
enjoy your day
-darylkris
The picture is unrelated. Maybe.
It’s weeks like the one I just had that make me want to just get up and leave. But I can’t, not yet anyway. MSMC just had their spring break in the first week of March. How the fuck did that happen? So while everyone else was in school, we unfortunate few got to stay home and wonder what the fuck we’re gonna do for the week.
Do you know what I find funny? While simultaneously being fucked up? Almost every day, I hear people talk about wanting to live forever. Yeah, it’s a typical wish. But I can almost guarantee you that the people who want to live forever, can’t figure out what to do on a rainy afternoon. I will guaran-fucking-tee that those people, find themselves thinking to themselves “Fuck I’m so bored, the fuck am I going to do today? Tomorrow? This week?” Who wants to live in an eternity of boredom?
It’s weeks like the one I just had that make you ask God, why? Maybe that was our destiny. Maybe we were supposed to finally be with each other, only to fight and separate forever. Maybe that’s how it was supposed to play out all along, but we just never got around to it. I didn’t want that to happen. I prayed to God every night so it wouldn’t go down that way. I wanted us to be friends. At the end of the day, at the end of everything, I wanted us to be friends. But no, we are where we are, and I hate it. The sad part is , I’m used to it, and I’m pretty sure I’ll get over it soon enough. It’s sad when you get used to losing the same friend over and over again.
You see, when shit goes down, you tend to blame everyone but yourself. Very rarely do you take the blame for something. I guess we’re all just so stubborn, no matter who we are. People more often than not blame God. You pray and you pray, you try to live the good life, and you think you’ve deserved something.
Well let me ask you this:
What good is a God that gives you everything you want? I’ll be the first to let you know, no good at all. We think everything is about us, and it’s about asking God for something, and thinking we deserve to get those things right away. Getting everything you want is not important. It’s the hope that’s important. Give a child a video game today, and he’ll just sit there all day and play it. Video game tomorrow — now that’ll keep him going forever. It’s the hope that keeps us all going. You lose that, you lose everything.
I sincerely hope you will do good, and I’ll miss you, even if you don’t believe me.
-daryl kris
You know you’re in love when the only reason you can’t sleep at night is because real life is finally better than your dreams.
Love is giving the someone the power to hurt you terribly, and hoping they don’t. And we never trust anyone as easily as we did the first time.
What happened to me?
It’s ironic, but we traded places. I’ve been waiting for this to happen for 5 years, and now that it’s finally come, I’m afraid. I’m afraid that this whole thing will end up just like every other time. I’ve chased after you for 5 years, and I’ve been shot down, hurt, and replaced more times than I’d like to remember. I can’t blame anyone else for that, or point fingers. I am where I am today because I chose to be here. I took this road because I wanted to.
Now, I’m coming out a different person. I’ve lost my way. I’ve contradicted everything I’ve written in this blog up until now. I will admit it, I am a fucking hypocrite. I’ve built walls, and I’m not ready to let anyone in. Not even you. And no, I didn’t build these walls just to see who cares enough to bring them down. I’ve built them because now I can’t feel the way I used to. Something changed inside of me. I guess I just haven’t noticed it until now. I’m not ready at all. I’m not ready to be happy. And I don’t want us to end up hating each other. At the end of the day, if I can’t call you my girlfriend, I would still love to be able to call you my best friend. If not now, then later.
I guess we’re doing this now then.
daryl kris
