un freakin' believable!

this just made my day. i was all whoah, what the hell? yeah i know, who cares about this right? it's a stupid picture, whatever. but it's yanny! i first saw him in spongecola's gemini music video with this concept of romeo and juliet. and he has never been this daring in yeah forever i suppose. lol. he also looks gay here by the way but who cares? that's the art in it. or not. what the heck am i talking about. haha.

anyway, i went to ateneo expecting a lot of him in Tanghalang Ateneo where he stayed for a long while. turns out, when i entered the school, he had to leave. ooff. what a bummer. haha. oh well, that's how the cookie crumbles. go yanny!

LAST WEEK YEAH!

last week of classes is normally hell week. aarrggh! i have a bunch of things i have got to get over and done with but i never got the chance to start. freak! and oh yeah, i lost my ID and now i have a gazillion midgets in my head screaming, "GET AN ID, YOU FREAK!" but something tells me, "THE GUARD'S NEVER GONNA GET YOU, GET IT NEXT YEAR!" and i am considering that second thought because it really is a hassle if i do it alone. i nneeeedd this AFFIDAVIT OF LOSS and a notary shit of that and i don't know anyone who can get that for me or how i am gonna get it. so fuck it, i'll try to act cool this last week and try not to show off my fake ID that's dangling over my pants (which is by the way my high school ID) for about a week or less now.

other than that gigantic problem, i have a fil12 paper due this friday, a long quiz in lit13 this wednesday and another long one for zoo lec on thursday. what else? tsk, nevermind. all i know is there are a ton more and there will still be another ton for the christmas break. huh? good luck in dreaming there's going to be a break! drats! darn! damn!

don't you just love school? not!

anyway, i guess imma be posting after this week tops. yeah. that's how busy i am. crap!

only in da pilipins!

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what the f***? what the f***?

Source: http://nakanampucha.wordpress.com/2007/08/13/a-love-story/

We’ ve been friends for a long time ago. We come from the same alma mother. Actually, our paths crossed one time on another. But it’s only now that I gave him a second look. I realized that beauty is in the eyes. The pulpbits of my heart went fast, really fast. Cute pala siya. And then, he came over with me. He said, “I hope you don’t mine. Can I get your number?” Nag-worry ako. What if he doesn’t give it back? He explained naman na it’s so we could keep intact daw. Sabi ko, connect me if i’m wrong but are you asking me ouch? Nabigla siya. Sagot niya, The! Aba! Parang siya pa ang galit! Persona ingrata!!! Ang kapal niya! I cried buckles of tears.

Na-guilty yata siya. Sabi niya, isipin mo na lang na this is a blessing in the sky. Irregardless daw of his feelings, we’ll go ouch na rin. Now, we’re so in love. Mute and epidemic na ang past. Thanks God we swallowed our fried. Kasi, I’m 33 na and I’m running our time. After 2 weeks, he plopped the question. “Will you marriage me?” I’m in a state of shocked. Kasi mantakin mo, when it rains, it’s four! This is true good to be true. So siyempre, I said yes. Love is a many splendor.

Pero nung inaayos ko na ang aming kasal, everything swell to pieces. Nag-di-dinner kami noon nang biglang sa harap ng aming table, may babaeng humirit ng, “Well, well, well. Look do we have here.” What the fuss! The nerd ng babaeng yon! She said they were still on. So I told her, whatever is that, cut me some slacks! I didn’t want this to get our hand kaya I had to sip it in the bud. She accused me of steeling her boyfriend. Ats if! I don’t want to portrait the role of the other woman. Gosh, tell me to the marines! I told her, “please, mine you own business!” Who would believe her anyway?

Dahil it’s not my problem anymore but her problem anymore, tumigil na rin siya ng panggugulo. Everything is coming up daisies. I’m so happy. Even my boyfriend said liketwice. He’s so supportive. Sabi niya, “Look at is this way. She’s our of our lives.” Kaya advise ko sa inyo - take the risk. You can never can tell. Just burn the bridge when you get there. Life is shorts. If you make a mistake, we’ll just pray for the internal and external repose of your soul. I second emotion.

go shorty, it's yer birthday

that's right. it's my day. people started texting around 1am today onwards. i am nothing but really happy. they remember. i wonder if it's because it's a 13 or because they really remember? haha.
so anyway, i had a really fun party at irisa's crib, it was like a block/ christmas/ birthday party. everyone was there and it was fun. this is gonna be a short entry because:

1. i'm a little tired
2. i have nothing to say but yay, i'm happy.
3. i gots to take a bath and sleep. haha.
4. i've already mentioned the highlight of the day (the party)
5. and i gots to upload a gazillion photos in multiply.

wish me luck. haha.

batibot!

the creator of the show i grew up with died recently. his name's rene villanueva. it was december 5 i think. to pay tribute to him, i shall dedicate a blog entry for his show.

BATIBOT CHARACTERS:

1. Koko Kwik-Kwak, or Koko for short, is a four-year-old bird-child inspired by Pag-asa, the first Philippine eagle hatched under laboratory conditions.

2. Manang Bola, (Madam Bola) the forgetful fortuneteller. Although she still relies too much on her crystal ball, she still, however, ostensibly helps children and other guests in finding answers to questions by helping themselves on their own.

3. Kapitan Basa, a superhero that loves to read. He loves to answer questions with the help of his magic book.

4. Sitsiritsit and Alibangbang, two inquisitive space aliens who take delight in discovering things, places and people around them. Inspired from Two-Headed Monster from Sesame Street and with the names being from the nursery rhyme "Sitsiritsit, Alibangbang".

5. Ningning and Gingging, the sisters. Ningning is the eldest girl, the serious type, while Gingging is younger and the playful one between the two siblings. Inspired from Ernie and Bert of Sesame Street.

6. Irma Daldal, a stage-struck, faddish, shallow and cheap actress, although she believes she is the most talented person in show business. Her name is a word play on madaldal, which is the Filipino for "talkative."

7. Sultan Parachibum, a datu or chieftain who, with the help of his grandchildren acting as his official advisers, always tries his best to solve the many problems in his sultanate known as Agamanyog.

8. Noli de Kasyo, the journalistic reporter and interviewer who because of taking himself too seriously, always ends up doing all sorts of interviews about various objects, muppets and people. Inspired from former TV anchorman and current Vice President Noli de Castro.

9. Pong Pagong, a clumsy, pink full-body turtle wearing a baseball cap.

10. Kiko Matsing, a brown monkey version of Sesame Street's Oscar.

11. Kuya Bodjie (Big Brother Bodjie), also known as Bodjie Pascua

12. Ate Sienna a.k.a Bambam (Big Sister Sienna)

bastusan na!

so i was browsing channels, right? and i got to mtv. ramon bautista show's just starting. episode 47 of 73, i'd remember. and it's j-hoon balbuena--- kjwan's drummer! finally! my sister's been telling about his session with mr. bautista for around two weeks now.

i didn't scream but yeah i did. (which by the way got my sister outta the tub and bathroom just to see what was going on.

anyway j-hoon said something about hiphop basic linggo. and well sang out with ramon.

1. jilly jilly jilly
2. boyakasha
3. bastusan na!

there, those are the terms he said. and indeed, it was a lot of fun! do it again! do it again!

talambuhay ng aking insomnia

uy ang sipag a. (1:00 am)ay naasar na (1:15 am)

tang-ina, ano daw? bwiset to a. (1:30 am)
ops, gutom na to, nakatingin na sa ref (1:45 am)
wala na ngang pagkain, wala pang katapusan ito (2:00 am)
ops, ayan na tulog na (2:01 am)

siguro may dalawa sa mga gabi sa dalawang linggo na hindi lang talaga ako makatulog sa gabi. isa sa mga gabing yun ay katumbas nung araw na natulog ako nang buong buo. at yung isa, wala lang. insomnia nga ba?

alas dos na. ngayon. bukod sa hinihintay ko pa yung lokong ate ko na nasa labas pa, madami pa akong babasahin at homework. tae naman o. lahat na ng tao dito umuurok, ako na lang ang gising. pati yung tahol nang tahol na aso ng kapitbahay, naidlip na.

gutom na ako. inubos ng tatay ko ang shawarmang binili ko sa peyups kanina. wala tuloy akong makain. kaawa awang bata. nanay ko naman inubos yung coke. ay nako naman. tapos kanina pa naghahanap ng sabon. sus. e buti nakatulog na.

ang tagal ni ate. teka. aral muna nga ulit ako. nakarami na ko ng pasakalye. baka bumagsak ako bukas. hahaha.

ang tae ng giniling festival!

hindi ko matapos tapos yung nakaraan kong post dahil nakita ko sa mtv yung music video ng giniling festival na SILING GINILING. nanood muna ako nang limang minuto bago ako nakapag-type ulit. hindi ko maalala kung nakanganga ba akong manood o nanlalaki ang mata basta ang masasabi ko, "ANG TAE NG GINILING FESTIVAL!"

ilan bang bandehado ng siling giniling ang nakain nung mga ugok na yun at lahat sila panay makati ang pwet?

ay ewan. basta walang kabuluhan yung music video. mukang tanga si jeje at lec. mukha lang silang mga batang nagsasaya pero madaming sobrang tuwang tuwa sa kanila. pero nung una kong narinig yung kantang iyon, sobrang tuwang tuwa ako. parang, "its bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S" haha.

sinong di mapapasigaw sa ulan

ako. miss ko na si rico blanco. nasan na kaya yun? ngayong maulan, wala ako masyadong maiugnay na kanta kundi "ulan" ng rivermaya (kahit na si bamboo ang kumanta nun. yata.) kaya yun bigla kong naisip si rico. bakit kasi paalis alis pa ng banda e. naisip ko rin tuloy, siguro wala ngang salitang KONTENTO. ginawa lang siya para sa salungat niyang salita na HINDI KONTENTO. ibig sabihin, kahit nasa iyo na lahat, may gusto ka pa ring makuhang iba. tulad na lamang ni rico blanco. nasa kanya na ang kasikatan, pera, at babae pa nga e. ano pa kaya yung hinahanap niya? masaya pa nga ang trabaho niya e. pero yun nga, kanya kanyang rason yan e. ganun talaga. hindi ako fan masyado ni rico blanco o ng rivermaya pero masasabi ko pa rin na magaling sila at isang henyo si rico blanco dahil nakapagsulat siya ng maraming makabuluhang kantang hindi ko pinalampas na pakinggan at nakapagpabago ng buhay ng marami. sayang nga lang wala na siya. gud lak na lang sa bagong bokalista ng rivermaya at kela mark, mike at japs. tang-ina. umuulan pa rin.

miggy miggy miggy

yeah. miguel chavez. the guy in the limelight here in our house. he's the front man of chicosci if you aren't familiar with him. and my sister just happen to finally notice that charm of his. yep, finally noticed. i remember early during the first semester, yz just hated it when i watch chicosci vampire social club over and over again. can't help it. i like the band and their music even a long time ago. so anyway, i'm not sure how or why she suddenly liked the "tiny" fellow. :D by the way, she hates it when i say miggy is tiny. hahaha., but well she just likes him even if he sometimes look like shit.

everyday i wake up to, "si miggy?" i end up saying, "andiyan sa kabilang kwarto." or "a nasa CR ata." ye know just to shut her up because if you don't answer, she's gonna ask the same question forever. so there. there are about 300 non consecutive minutes in a day that she talks about that guy and a few more minutes than that that she uses to stare at his pictures. yeah. all over her laptop, my laptop, her phone, her ipod, her usb and my brother's room's wall. but that's back in tuguegarao.

yeah she's a freak but who can blame her? i mean miggy's just pretty.

ang mag-aaral panget!!

oo tama yan. ang mag-aaral panget. bakit sa dinami daming pwedeng gawin sa mundo e mag-aral pa ang napili kong gawin? sabi naman ng nanay ko pwede daw na hindi na ako mag-aral tapos magtrabaho na lang ako. yun nga lang paano nga naman ako hahanap ng trabaho kung wala naman akong natapos?

masakit sa ulo. masakit sa katawan. tuwing nagbabasa ako sa gabi, di ko namamalayan nalalawayan ko na pala ang libro ko dahil maya't maya nakakaidlip ako. ano pa ang pumapasok sa utak ko?

hay, sa kabilang banda, masaya mag-aral kapag uno lahat ng bumabalik sa iyo. di ba? :D

my first cut

pardon the childish and pathetic title. but it's all i could think of. really. it's like one of those elementary compositions with titles as "my first summer vacation in tagaytay" or "my favorite superhero." for those who are still wondering though, the cut i'm talking about is not boo boo but class cut. yeah, i never thought i'd do it in my whole lifetime but uhm, i just did. in fact that god forsaken class is ongoing still up 'till around 20 more minutes.

i could have gone to the class just the same but i'd be attending half of the session which is pretty much nothing but the usual "towards the end" practice. so, yeah. it's not my fault!

1. UP diliman's roads were all closed, it's hard to get my way through the detours and stuff.
2. Traffic! was massive in Katipunan.
3. Ate couldn't get me to school because she has exams today.
4. It's raining!

plus, i didn't want to go through the position of walking in a class and they are all doing the techniques and i'm all what the f*** is going on. it's not the shame of getting in late because quite frankly no one freakin' cares. everybody just keeps dancing around. i know i wouldn't care also. it's the effing trouble that comes with the being late like a tardy slip yada yada yada when you can just get an absent mark and next thing you know everything's just the way they were. (or not, of course there are steps i wouldn't know but i'll get them eventually. hopefully. :D)

for now, i am free up 'till 10:30. yesss!! nut i have stuff to do, print this and that, read this and that, bla bla bla. so immana go do those and grab myself some breakfast. yey!

ah the painful dance of love

i don't wanna dig into the details. i know a guy who was just left out by his girl for a third party. yeah sad. and sudden. it was like one day he was just telling everyone that "honey" couldn't be reached and now it all came to a crash. bang bang boom six months. "poor kid" saw "honey" with "mr. i like other people's gal cause i can't get meh own" (loser) one night then that was it. i feel bad for "poor kid". he really seemed to have cried a lot about it.

so cutting the crap, who's to blame?

can't be "poor boy" can it?
so two suspects "honey" and "loser" right?

it's gonna be like that. ya know, find one, feel in love, find another, run away. it's kinda like a cycle now.

i have never been acquainted with love before. ever. and i think it's gonna be a while 'till i get to it. but to certain "love characters" i have stuff to say:

1. to the victim- oh come on. it's just a little scratch. sabi nga nila, "malayo sa bituka". find someone new. nothing's permanent anyway. move on. stand up. don't show that you're weak. laugh yourself out. don't think about. preoccupy your mind. :)

2. to the killer- fuck you. go tho hell. you have no reason to hurt anyone. god says, "don't hurt anyone". and you just did you twit! die! die! die! :O

so there.

masaket ang ulo ko.

kala ko di na matatapos itong araw na to. langya, napakamalas. yung tipong puro tres ang nakukuha mo sa baraha at walang mga alas o dos. (pusoy dos) ay nako.

pumasok ako sa PE class limang minutong nahuli pa. alas siyete ng umaga. antok pa ako nun kaya hindi ako makapag-ayos ng galaw. nahuhuli, nauuna sa mga sipa at suntok. hindi naman napapansin ng guro ko.

dala dala ko sa aking backpack ang aking laptop. balot na balot at may kumot pa. mahirap nang maibalibag ko ito e. hindi ako makapasok sa internet connection sa library at kahit saan sa ateneo. kaya nagpabigat lang sa aking bag ang aking computer.

nang mainis na ako, hinayaan ko na lang at nagpunta na lang ako sa susunod at huli kong klase (zoology). pagkarating ko sa silid puchas tang*** naman o, nakasalpak sa pisara ang malaking

Dr. Monotillia Bi 12- General Botany 10:30-12 free cut.

ay oo nga, free cut. mga two years ko lang naman kasing pinag-aaralan yung dapat naming quiz. masakit man ang loob ko, hinayaan ko na lang muna. dumiretso ako sa library para makuha ko ang isang kailangan kong libro. pag dating ko doon, sandali lang a. inaantok ako, tatapusin ko to mamaya.

resume resume resume resume resume resume resume resume resume XD


wala ang ate sa photocopy center, lunch break daw. hay. kinailangan ko siyang hintayin ng isa't kalahating oras sa nakakabinging katahimikan. at may babasahin pa akong apatnapu't dalawang pahina. hindi pa diyan natapos ang araw ko.


mayroon pa akong mga tatlong oras na hihintayin bago ang book launch ni sir yapan. hay. gusto ko sumama sa eastwood pero bukod sa umuulan at nakakairita lang talaga, at dala ko ang aking mabigat na laptop sa likod ko, tinatamad ako. kaya nanood nalang ako ng cartoons dito sa laptop. masaya naman at magandang pamapalipas oras.

tapos ayun, book launch na. tapos bigalang may kudeta! wow, tingnan mo nga naman ang pagkakataon. at natapos na ang book launch yada yada yada.

uuwi na dapat ako sabi ng ate ko susunduin niya na lang daw ako. (yesss!!) pero hindi niya nabanggit na susunduin niya ako pagkatapos ng limang taon at apat na buwan. kaya nang ako ay mainip, sinubukan kong magwithdraw ng pera dahil gusto ko ng "RUBIX CUBE" at ng bagong earphones at ng blank dvds.

pero puchas naka apat na akong nasubukang teller walang gumagana! masakit na likod ko sa kalalakad sa katipunan dahil sa dala ko. nang makakuha na ako ng kwarta (XD) malayo na ako sa national book store na bibilhan ko sana ng rubix cube. at ayaw ko nang lumakad.

kaya naupo ako sa isang karinderya sa ilalim ng overpass. pero yun nga, customers lang ang makakaupo dun. kaya, kinailangan ko pang mag-order ng kung anuman. hay.

at dumating na si ate at sa national book store daw siya nakapark! tae! kaya, napalakad na lang din ako ulit.

pagdating ko sa bahay. bagsak agad sa kama.

mrt sessions

oops, photoshoot muna. bwahahaha
Day 1: Walang narecord. Mali yung guide track.
NP techies.
BAMMERS: Ang dakiling bokalista
LOB: Ang dakilang bahista
Goof off!!! Break time!!
JEFFREY: Ang dakilang drummer
SPACEMAN (Norman): Ang dakilang leadista
MRT sessions



so. yeah. right. no parking's (it's a band. band. band.) been recording mrt (no parking's newest single) for the longest time now. say uh, 7 non-consecutive days and well, nine years. haha. *kidding. anyway, the house is well decorated with a whopping drum set, three guitars, two amplifiers and some karaoke shit (i'm not sure about the last one). drop in a couple of drum sticks and a lot lot lot of cords! yeah, if those were snakes, well you know what's next. the sessions are great.

they're almost done. (or not. haha) the house is a mess, uh my macbook's thrashed, and i'm on an LSS for more than two weeks now of the same song. great. but nonetheless, i like the atmosphere of music in this house. yeah, it's almost really deafening when ate and i review. there's nothing to hear.

moving on, here's your preview of the song. it's really good.

MRT

J. F. Y. Belotindos,
music. A. A. A. Alegre / J. F. Y. Belotindos, lyrics.
No Parking, arrangements.
Finished: 20 December 2005.
Edited: 14 January 2007,
14 November 2007.

I.

I think I'll pay a hundred bucks to let them fool me that a card with a hole is the ticket to my dreams.

II.

And it's not okay 'cause every time I try to break the routine, don't know where to begin, and I don't even know where I'm going.

PRE-CHORUS.

Same directions, and destinations; but tonight I will depart here.

CHORUS.

This train won't take me anywhere, only to circles that won't end. It pulls me down to where I'm seated and sends me back to where I started. This train can take me anywhere to all those places I don't care. 'Cause when you're here seated beside me, I know that you can take me everywhere, anyway.

INTERLUDE.

III.

Then you came in your plainest of jeans and the color of green that matches your skin and I know… I have seen you

IV.

everyday; but today's not the same 'cause you're walking with him and you're talking to him. Well, you know each other well.

PRE-CHORUS ii.

A new direction, and uncharted regions; you took my reasons to ride here.

CHORUS.

BRIDGE.

But it’s cold and I wish to hold you but I won’t; for your arms and your heart, they all have a different home. And I know I don't have the luxury of time. In a while, we'll be approaching all the lights of Ayala Station. It’s goodbye.

AD-LIB.
CODA.

We're stations away; but the bliss that you bring when you're boarding this train is more than the pain that I feel when I see you… a stranger again, again and again, again and again and again in this train.

dicta license. dicta li. dicta. dic. d.

they disbanded. october 13th this year. last dance was i think in 19east.
yeah, it happens. good bands disband. to name a few, there's eraserheads, the previous rivermaya, (with bamboo and nathan in it), the beatles, bla bla bla. and the rest. (urgh, how rude) and dicta license!! god, i almost forgot.

when i saw "ang ating araw" on a music channel, (okay, it's mtv. fine fine.) i said, "goddam, another one of those idiotic bands imitating bamboo." yeah, i called them idiots. i never even opened my ears to them, hell. but when no one bothered to shift channels, and sisikat nang muli ang ating araw kept on playing, i was finally able to hear it. hear what? the passion, the difference, the music. the really good music. so i was, "whoah, i stand corrected. who are these people?"

i went to manila for some break in school i think and went to get a couple of music cds from the store. (okay, it's the record bar, god! gotta stop doing that. haha) so there. my mom said i could get just three. (yeah, she didn't believe in buying original cds for 300 bucks) so i got two cds i really like and i really listed. then i was standing between parokya ni edgar's new cd and dicta license's paghilom. so i was like a kid deciding over candy: lollipop or gum? my sister's already pissed. we've been there for an hour already. she was like, "pick one already, dammit."

so i picked parokya ni edgar. wow. but i couldn't get that weird album cover of dicta license outta my head. so when we were at the cashier, i got the parokya cd and ran back to the record bar and changed it for paghilom.

and so began the epic of dicta license.

the first time i saw dicta license was during my college freshmen orientation night. yeah, the o-night. they said great bands will come, so i was like, "what the hell? you sure? when do i get home? (haha)" after that, there they were, yeah, poch, kel, boogs and bryan. i invited some blockmates to go and watch them but they were, "dicta who??" so i went alone, squeezed my way to the front and before i knew it, i WAS in the front row. cool.

that was the first and last time i saw them perform. sad but yeah. that was it. they disbanded even before i could get my cd signed, or even before i could take a photo with them. but i think the music of dicta license shall live in me and for everyone who valued them for that matter.

p.s. dicta license taught me how to get license's spelling right. god, i always interchange c's and s' in it. haha.

jeep!! part 2

i ride jeepneys 4-5 times a day every weekdays. each ride takes about 15-20 minutes. and in those 15-20 minutes, i see a lot of stuff, observe a lot of behaviors (even freaked out by some) and wonder over a lot of ideas. let me tell you some.

what i see:

> people who eat corncobs and balot along the way.
> people who sleep in other people's shoulders.
> the most modest of all the modest people. (para po, sa tabi lang po, bayad po, pasuyo na lang po, overpass po, salamat po)
> kids who clean shoes and ask for money.
> awfully painted jeeps. (dragonball z, looney toons, jumong!!, disney, robin padilla!!, coca cola, philippine sights)
> almost 5-6 people who hang by the opening of the jeep.
> people who rush homework.
> people who talk really loud.
> "mga konduktor" with calculators.

what i am puzzled with:

> if i don't pay, will the driver notice?
> why do some drivers have "kunduktor" and some don't?
> do the people who hang by the opening pay fare?
> how many jeeps are there in manila?
> if the conductor's a kid, does he dream of becoming a driver too?
> why are senior citizens' and students' fare cheaper?
> can i take a picture of myself in a jeep without being noticed?
> is it better to ride in the wee wee back or in the front near the driver?
>if i ride at the wee wee back, i have to shout out where i am going and it's a waste of energy. but if i sit near the driver, i'm gonna have a hard time getting out because the people are all clogged up.
> does a holdaper have to pay fare before he hold people up?
> may i use my laptop in a jeep?

there are a lot more. i've been in jeeps for about a whole sem and a quarter now. i have my thoughts filled everytime. :D

ang tai chi ay sakit ng katawan

may dalawampung minuto pa akong puwang bago ang susunod kong klase. kaya naisipan kong sumulat muna. tai chi ang napili kong PE sa semestreng ito. oo, nakakabaliw isipin. mukha siyang sayaw pero sa totoo, martial art pala siya. at oo, mabagal at nakakangawit ang mga galaw kaya ngayon ay masakit lahat ng binti at galamay ko. nakakaapat na yata akong sesyon sa tai chi at hanggang ngayon medyo masakit pa rin sa ulo ang pagsasaulo ng mga di maunawaang hen chai choi at kong lai sei. idagdag mo pa doon ang madugong pagkakasunud-sunod ng mga galaw. oo, mahirap palang isabay ang kamay sa paa.

wala pang pormal na mga grado. wala pa akong nakikitang batayan ng kanyang pagbibigay ng marka. hindi ko na inaasahang makakakuha ako ng alas dito pero 'yon nga, kelangang magsikap. sa likod ng lahat ng pawis at sakit ng katawan, nasisiyahan ako sa tai chi. sana masiyahan pa ako lalo sa marka ko rito.

rockstars

ROCKSTARS are possibly...

the only people who refuse to grow up.
the only people who get away with an unpaid bill through an autograph
the only people who can dress like shit but could still look really good
the only people who carry guitars but never look stupid
the only people who are free enough to actually wear (or not wear) whatever they want
the only people who could get out of their houses without any money and still get back home
the only people so immune to cameras that it has become a minute object

the only people who think music is to be eaten, breathed, slept at

the most idealistic and creative people in the society
the faces you see on tv more often than election candidates
the only people who don't see the concept of competition as a bad ting
the only people without a boring muscle in their bodies
the only people who does only leisure but make eyes pop, jaws drop, lung give out, and a lot more crazy stuff.

wanna be a rockstar? dream on.

zzzzzz

i have the great tendency sometimes when i'm bored to think of random things but never actually remember them after a long while. they are all somehow connected to one another. these thoughts are mostly things or people i miss; most of the time "MUSIC", people in the music industry, ya know bands, cute drummers and vocalists. (yeah, i'm a day dreamer; keeps me in touch with reality) more often than not though, my friends pop out of my head. i know i throw out mean stuff about them verbally but really i miss them a lot. excitement fills me everytime we are to meet with each other, which i think is just normal. what do ya think?

when i'm bored, there are always some stuff to occupy my mind. when i'm not texting, i am tuned into a tv program, reading a book, listening to my ipod, or just lying around. boredom is when you find silence deafening. it's when you find yourself overly possessed by laze that it is somehow inappropriate anymore.

for me, if you got nothing great to do, think. think of things you didn't get chances to do. yeah, i know it sounds stupid and you'd rather sleep than that but it makes a lot of sense. thinking makes you uh, uhm, i'm not sure yet, possibly it would give you a little peace of mind, like a sound soul. you know, counting lizards in the ceiling keeps your mind updated with numbers. haha. the tv's great too but i hear it makes you stupid but i don't actually believe that because quite frankly, i learned an awful a lot from it. but you know what, i have a better idea, the greatest thing to clear your mind out of boredom and all the silly things, is to catch some zzzzz. yeah, travel to slumberland. i have 99% that you will agree with me.

tapos na ang delubyo

oo. tapos na nga. sa wakas. ang madugong finals.

nakaranas na ba kayo ng pakiramdam na ang dami mong inaral tapos pag dating sa exam parang di mo maisip kung paano iuugnay yung mga inaral mo dun sa mga mahahabang tanong?

uhm, ganun naramdaman ko. naisip ko tuloy, sinasadya kaya ng mga guro namin na pahirapan kami? o magturo ng ibang aralin na ibang iba sa binibigay sa exam?

siguro nga. o siguro imahinasyon ko lang. (sana)

pero sa totoo lang, di ko na masyadong iisipin ang finals. masakit sa ulo. masakit sa sabaw ko nang utak.

kulang na nga lang lagyan ko na ng mami ang sabaw sa ulo ko e.

bweno bibigyan ko ng mahabang break yang utak ko para mabuo muna. haha. sembreak, nanjan na ko. goodbye for now, ateneo. manigas ka jan. hirap hirap mong arukin. tse!

pag atenista ka at nasa UP ka

maraming nagtatanong sa akin kung bakit minsan ang gamit kong id strap ay kulay maroon at nakasulat ang "UNIVERSITY OF THE PHILIPPINES" pero may nakakabit na malaking button pin na bughaw at may nakasulat na "I HEART ATENEO" at kung minsan nama'y id strap na bughaw na may nakasulat na "ATENEO DE MANILA UNIVERSITY" ngunit may pin na pula at may nakasulat, "DUGONG PEYUPS". ang madalas kong sagot ay, "walang rason, pangarap ko kasi mag-aral sa UP." siya nga ba? yun ba talaga yun?

may mga wirdo akong mga karanasan sa loob ng UP campus na talagang nakakatuwa lang nga naman. heto ang ilan.

1. noong UPCAT, sobrang traffic at nagkakandawalaan na ang mga mag-eexam. ako nama'y naglalakad at naghahanap ng masasakyan papuntang katipunan. siguro'y di ang lima ang nagtanong sa akin ng mga building na pagkukuhanan ng exam gayong pagkalaki laki naman ng mga banners. may isang nasa kotse t tumigil sa tabi ko.

bata: ate?

leki: (napatingin) baket?

bata: (tumingin sa id strap kong ateneo de manila university at tinanong sa nanay niya na nagmamaneho, "ma, tanungin ko pa ba?")

nanay: (tumango lamang) sige na lang. (nagbabaksakaling mali lamang ang nabili kong id strap)

bata: saan po yung bocobo hall? (at umiling pa ng kaunti)

leki: (nasiyahan ako dahil alam ko yun! at nasa isip ko, "ayus, good samaritan na ako". ang problema di ko lam papunta doon kung galing doon sa kinatatayuan ko. "patay!" kaya, nag-isip ng mabilis) ahh yun ba? dumeretso lang kayo at may makikita na kayong, uhh, (sasabihin ko sana malaking banner ng bocobo hall pero...) information booth. (toink!) (sorry naman, yun lang sigurado ko e. alangan namang ligawin ko yung nagtatanong di ba?)

pero oo medyo kabisado ko na kung paano gumalaw sa UP. basta sumakay ka lang ng ikot kung di mo na alam kung san yung punta mo. pag wala ka nang choice at di mo pa rin alam, mag-taxi ka na.

2. noong unang linggo ng pasukan noong hunyo. unang araw, ayus binababa pa ako sa "central" at yun lang yung kabisado kong lugar pauwi. pangalawang araw, ang saya ganun pa rin. ang dali palang umuwi e. sisiw. pangatlong araw, binaba ako sa ROMVLO HALL lang. pakingsssshhh...!! asan na 'ko?? dahil ayoko pang magjeep dahil baka kung san ako mapadpad na lupain kaya ako'y naglakad ng naglakad. san na kaya yung central? anak ng tinapa,pano na to? naglakad ako, nadaanan ko,

a. vinzons- ayus alam ko to, katapat ng sungken garden. pag di ko na kaya, papasundo ako ke ate.

b. palma hall (AS)- uy, narinig ko na rin tong lugar na ito a. okey, pwede rin dito.

c. kakahuyan- potek naman o, asan na ba ako? baket may gubat dito?? lang ya, sige lakad na nga lang ulit.

d. obleng hubad- uy wow, history in the making. perstaym ko makita ng malapitan ang obleng hubad. (di ko tinitigan ng matagal, pangako. :p malayo pa lalakarin ko no)

e. abelardo- uy music! ayus. sigurado na ko, madami akong naririnig na himig e.

f. plaridel (mascom)- naaalala ko to a! dito si ate dati! nung graduation nila, pumunta kami dito, ang init! ayus malapit na ata ako. di pa ko nawawala. yes!

g. central! sa wakas, di ak nawala! linakad ko lahat ng hindi tinatawagang luhaan ang ate ko. yes! dapat purihin niya ko nito!

kaya nakauwi na ako sa bahay nang dalawang oras makalipas ang dapat na oras. napakasaya kong binalita sa ate ko na di ako nawala sa UP at nilibot ko pa ito. sight seeing baga. sinabi ko rin sakanya ang naging ruta ko. at eto lang nasabi niya.

"wow, toki ka na pala ngayon. sana bumuhat ka ng dalawang tao tapos nagpabayad ng dos bawat isa. dapat inikot mo siya pabalik, kalahati pa ata dapat ang natipid mong oras." samakatuwid kung lumiko ako sa kanan nu ng nasa romvlo hall ako ay mas maikli ang aking nilakad. haaay. ganun talaga e.

3. ngayo'y marunong na ako. nakakapasok na ako sa SC at alam ko na kung saan mabilis ang internet at kung saan masarap ang ice cream. kaya nung minsang ako ay may gustong tapusing report, upo agad sa isang computer unit sabay salpak ng USB sa port. ayus! sabi ko sa sarili ko, bat ayaw lumabas nung "your device can perform faster"?? tapos tinapik ako nung katabi ko. "miss miss yung ano mo ata, yung ano..." nahuli kong tiningnan niya ang id strap kong ateneo de manila university. at biglang nag-iba, nag-inggles agad!

babae: "oh, miss i think this is my USB."

leki: (ano daw? e kasasaksak ko nito e. malamang akin tong USB) po?

babae: i think this is my USB. (tinuturo ang pinagsaksakan ko)

leki: (aaaahh USB port.. sorry naman) oops, sorry. my bad. sorry naistorbo kita.

babae: it's okay. your/you're bad.

leki: (ano daw? ako masama?) sorry ulit (nalang ang nasabi ko kahit di ko siya maintindihan. haha)

masaya ang isang silid pag walang guro

ngayon ay ang araw na hindi ko makikita ang aking guro sa english 10. pinaalam niya sa amin noong nakaraang pagkikita na siya ay liliban mula sa klase ng dalawang pagkikita at ngayon nga iyon, isang biyernes. sa pag-aakalang kolehiyo ang napasukan kong antas at paaralan, inisip kong, "ay, free cut ngayon. ayos, pwedeng mag-dota ng dalawang oras." ngunit akoy nagkamali sa aking hinalang free cut ngayon. para kaming high school students na may seatwork na pinagagawa ang huwarang gurong ayaw magpafree cut. ang mga gawain ay iniwan niya sa aming class beadle.

haay. ano pa nga ba? e di umupo na lamang at gumawa ng seatwork. maya maya't tumunog na ang bell na hudyat ng simula ng klase. nagsimula nang isulat ng aming beadle and aming gawain sa pisara. siya'y huminto nang mapuno niya ng sulat ang isang kapat ng pisara. ako'y nasiyahan ngunit nagtaka rin kung bakit yun lang at group work pa. ang kinalabasan, naubusan lang pala siya ng tisa at ang gawain ay talagang ang kabuuan ng pisara.

ang isang gawain ay nataunang "work with the people in your row" sa aming row, tatlo ang psycho (nasa kursong bs psychology) at isang kumukuha ng management. kaming tatlo ay nagtatawanan na sa walang matiyak na dahilan, naghahalakhakan nang wala pang natatapos habang ang isa naming kagrupo ay tila mahihimatay na sa takot at nagtataka na kung ano pa ang aming matatapos sa aming binigay na gawain. natauhan kami nang tumunog ang bell na tatlumpung minuto nalang pala ang nalalabi ay dismissal na. kami noo'y nagmamadali na sa aming mga sagot. hindi naman iyon masamang bagay dahil natapos naman namin. yey.

ang punto ay, masaya ang silid aralan pag walang guro. kahit isang kapat lang naitutuon sa paggawa ng naiwang seatwork, isang buong kasiyahan naman ang buong period. o ano patayin na natin lahat ng guro??

mga taong mahihirapang makpasok sa langit

ito ay isang listahan ng mga taong masama. (sa pananaw ko) naisipan kong dagdagan ang nasa listahan ni jessica zafra sa libro niyang "the 500 people you will meet in heaven". ang mga taong sumusunod ay pawang mga piksyon lamang. huwag silang tularan.makinig na't magsisimula na.

1. si erap. mabait siya (yata) pero hindi sa abot na hindi siya mas mabait sa sarili niya. dapat unahin muna niya ang kapakanan niya.

2. si gloria. di siya kumain ng gulay nung bata siya. masarap kaya ang gulay. at masustansiya.

3. ang sinungaling. kakainin ka ng monster sa ilalim ng kama mo.

4. ang magnanakaw. uubusin ng langgam ang iyong kamay para di ka na makahawak. hala ka.

5. ang tamad. pag umupo ka sa upuan, di ka na makakatayo at makakagalaw kasi daw tamad ka. beh!

6. si miss math (na nagsabing ang square root daw ng 4 ay 2 lang e dapat positive at negative two). mapuputulan siya ng mga daliri para di na siya makabilang o kaya magawa yung madayang technique na para sa multiplication.

7. si mister PE (na sabi e ang pagpapalaki daw ng katawan ay napakaimportante) siya ay magiging pandak. (ha, buti nga. hehe)

8. si miss english (na nagsabing, "who did not did their homework?") *ay, ang sarap batukan. siya ay kakahol na lamang na parang aso at di na makakasabi pa ng mga salita kasi baka tularan ng bata at mamali pa ang pananaw nila sa inggles.

9. ang gwardiya. (na di ka pinapasok dahil nawala mo ang ID mo) siya ay di makakapasok sa sarili niyang bahay dahil wala siyang ID na nagsasabing, "Totoy Marudo. Tatay. 37 taong gulang. #12 Mangga St. Barangay ng Topak, Quezon City." at nais niyang pagawa pero di pwede kasi brownout. (belat!)

10. ang cafeteria vendor (na inuna ang gwapong varsity player na tanungin kung anong gusto niya kaysa sayo na sampung minuto nang nakatayo sa harap niya) siya ay makukulong sa loob ng isang kwartong puno ng hyena. wala lang. masaya yun e.

11. ang taong ayaw umurong sa jeep nung may sasakay kasi ayaw niya ng masikip. siya ay maiipit ng dalawang pader hanggang magmukha siyang isang karakter sa "Happy tree friends".
12. and drayber ng jeep na ayaw huminto pag pumapara ka. (o di kaya bingi lang siya?) di rin siya pakikinggan ng mga sumasakay sa jeep niya pag tinatanong niya, "san ho to?"

13. ang drayber ng bus na bigla na lang humihinto sa gitna ng kalsada. basta nakakapangulo lang ng dugo. hmp.

14. si INDAY!!!! kung alam niyo yung "inday chain and story", maaasar kayo kay inday. gugustuhin niyong siya ay itulak sa rumaragasang tren. yey!

15. si rico blanco. kasi mayabang siya. sa kabilang buhay ay magiging kwerdas ng siya ng gitara at si steve vai ang gagamit para paiyakin siya. ha! (open for vox sign ups pa ba ang rivermaya?)

o yun. sorry, naubusan ako sa huli. hehe. singit lang si rico blanco jan. dagdag kayo kung may naiisip pa kayo. yey.

P.S. dapat mas madugo pa ang mangyayare sa mga taong yan e. kaso mabait na ko kunyare. haha.

please believe i'm good

i've been trying to think over the good deeds i have done in my childhood as i was walking across a foot bridge from ateneo to katipunan. (gate 2.5) i wanted to buy a pencil sharpener from national book store which was directly on the opposite side of the overpass. i have grown tired of my magic pencil because it keeps on getting dull everytime i use it. (well duh, that's what happens when you use a pencil. but then you sharpen it but in the case of a magic pencil your only choice is to change the lead and i refuse to! i could still use it! i mean, who does that?? ps: sorry i'm kinda peculiar. hehe) anyway, (snap out of the extra scribbles, leki! you have an experience to share, darn it!) here is the story:

there was this kid, who sort of walked with me along the whole overpass stretch and here's the catch, he talked.. a lot. "ate, ang ganda sa ateneo no?, ate san ka punta?, ate, penge namang coke." and TIRES SCREECHED, ttssshhh... what the?? i stared at the coke can in my hands which i bought like 2 minutes ago and which i have gone through only 1/4 of. then i went to look at the kid. he was, uh, small, and untidy and uh, small and well you get the picture. so anyway, i thought for about 15 seconds whether i'd give it to him or not since if i did i just wasted 20 bucks. and i said "no". (ooohh, harsh) no wait! i said, i will give half of it to him when i come out of the bookstore. but he just kept talking and walking with me, oh wait, running in his pace. "ate, saang bookstore? ate matagal ka dun? ate anong bibilhin mo? ate bigay mo ah." and in the back of my head i was like, "baket may iba pa bang bookstore sa tapat?, baket gusto mo ding hingin yung sharpener ko? yoko nga. iyo nalang yung magic pencil ko no. di ko bibigay yung sharpener" i felt like a kid debating with a kid. but then i got annoyed so i said, "fine it's yours". and he stopped right then and there.

there goes my one act of kindness for the day. (ARK. courtesy of evan almighty. watch it, it's good.) yey. claps for me. and back to my good deeds, turns out you wont actually remember every good deed you made in your life in fact you will remember more the bad ones! think about it, and you'll know i'm right. hehe

i miss journalism

really??

i have known myself quarterly as a writer. in elementary, i was the first fourth grader to publish articles in our school paper in like the last 20 years of that school organ. it started as an ordinary class paragraph. i can't remember why but it was about "dengue" (i know, weird) so there. i didn't even know they put it there. but that started my writing career. they began to send me to different writing contests. i didn't even know how to write a news story!! i was named EIC on my sixth year. (coooool) that same year i won my "national award" in a press conference. yey.

i continued writing in high school (because they forced me to. seriously) i started the freshman year with my article as the centerfold. (i know, creepy. i wasn't aware) i had my own column at sophomore year. it was called, "blah, that makes sense" and weirdly people read it. ha! it was about music, school blues, etc. i kept it alive till i graduated as again the EIC. i was supposed to win another national award in a presscon, but decided to give chances to others. (*kidding. hehe)

up to now, i receive messages from my high school friends saying, "leki, gawan mo naman ako ng poem, 5 stanzas about college ah!", or "lex, ano ang pinagkaiba ng allege sa accuse??" or "leki, gawa ka naman script para sa MC job ko, thanks!" and i'd be more than happy to help them because i do miss writing and seeing a great article in a school paper with my name on it as the writer. hmmm.

curses!

is it that bad to curse? it does make people feel better. well normal people at least. haha. it's weird because i seldom yell out my curses, not even to my sister who yells hers on top of her lungs most of the time, but i get a lot of that dose when i speak to myself especially when i flunk quizzes (not that this happens a lot. *snicker)and feel stupid about something. i guess i have gained the etiquette of cursing for other people, but to myself not yet.

it comes out naturally. it's fun. you should try it. cursing frees the soul from the repressed hardships and desires to punch a professor for giving you an F; it keeps my sanity in place and it balances your breathing after 5 seconds of yelling. (you'll inhale-exhale heavily. it's healthy. hehe)

so what do you say, scream out your curses to the world? and if anyone objects, yell some more but now try to direct the curses to that person's face. yey. i'm not a freak i swear.

college itself

it's funny that i only decided to write about this topic when i'm already almost halfway through the semester. maybe it's because i haven't found that great excitement the college people jump about all the time according to my observation. i haven't seen the knick of this stage or i haven't absorbed the culture of "more time, more monster professors and more school load" although the adapting process is slowly pacing up. or maybe it just sucks? i'm not sure yet.

nevertheless, there is not much i can do but mumble at the difficulty of a task or curse a professor because of a sucky test. these calm me down most of the time. haha. i've grown accustomed with people who walk, sulk in a corner and read alone, time schedules that are centuries away from each other (well not really, it's just an hyperbole, an exaggeration) and well, just naturally skull-breaking, brain-busting subjects. these, pretty much, are what shall stick to my mind of college so far.

they say, i'm just starting and hey, i coulldn't agree more. there are successes and failures and wherever i am, there is just a certain degree of acceptance that could make or break me. but really, i don't much give a damn.... yet.

am i a bad person?

if someone said that i hated typhoons and staying at home, someone lied. haha. it's been two and a half days that i haven't gone anywhere but the sala, my room and the bathroom of our house and no one is to blame really, so to speak. it's freakin' raining outside and i saw ateneo on tv, it was flooded or katipunan at least was.

i was rejoicing and telling a classmate once that i was happy that typhoons come and that we don't have classes when he replied, "uy, wag ka ngang ganyan, madaming magsasaka ang nawawalan ng pananim." so i was like "whoah, you really actually care about that, do you?" and i can't feel even sorry for them the moment i realized that yeah, my friend had a point. a very reasonable point that i never imagined thinking of. am i a bad person for liking the rain? or is it just because i like it's effects on me as a resident of a flooded region? maybe not, maybe so.

my messed up brain cells

have you ever had that thought that was in your mind for a long time and then when you finally had the guts to say it out loud, you get lost for words and ideas? ooofff. i hate it. it happens everytime in fil 11 and intact. i feel like i have to say something that might make my classmates think that i'm not mute! it's funny because when i get the right answers, those are the moments when i just blurt out in my seat a word or two.

like, "the union of a sperm and an egg cell is.."
then when everything is silent, it just comes out, "fertilization" from me who isn't even half attentive to what is going on in the class while the rest are all thinking really hard. but alas! i whisper my answer to my butt and someone of great urge to just yell something out hears me and snatches my time of glory from me. haha. so it would turn out that he/she had the answer in his mind.

i really don't have the urge to speak in class, especially in long phrases. i don't like explaining because i suck at it. the idea that is in my mind is what should be kept and nothing more or less. in the end, i think about a lot of stuff but when people ask me what the hell am i staring in space, i'd say, "ow, sorry. i just don't have anything to think about anymore that space fills the loss" yeah, me and my messed up brain cells.