Tha Perils Of Bein’ a Bunso
1] no one takes you seriously. [i’m serious.]
2] ya git mocked for yer efforts.
3] evry’un laughs at ya.
4] ya oftn git ignored.
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Diden know how I got tha clan together in tha car and diden know how I got em at tha hotel yesterday but I did and I don’t wanna talk no more ‘bout how when I tried to convince maver to git tha family to go wit me to tha mall, she juz went right ahead and slept; nor do I wanna talk ‘bout how she wuz jolted from her sleep when I fin’lly told her we’re goin’ to a hotel fo’ tha night, laugh’d her wits off, tried to sleep and then laugh’d some more til she told paver and then both were in hysterics; and neither do I wanna tell ‘bout how ma clan pretended not to know me ten feet away til I settled tha deposit wit tha receptionist of tha hotel.
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I diden like tha orange light of our room. I diden like their sneaky way of chargin’ supposed to be complimentary [accdng to their pamphlet] local calls. I diden like tha shampoo. I diden like how they diden provide mouthwash or toothpaste. I diden like tha pretentious look of tha hotel’s restaurant. I liked tha bathtub. I liked their breakfast. I liked tha cleanliness of our room. I liked tha weighing scale. I liked tha hairdryer. I liked tha scroungy plastic thingy you put on your head. I diden like missin’ tha chance to use tha pool/sauna/gym but then that wuz entirely our fault.
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You can call it Christmas week if you like, this span of days between Christmas and New Year's Day. But in New York City, this in-between season is really New Year's week. It has all the human frenzy of the days before Christmas but none of the pressure of a Santa Claus deadline. The clock is still ticking relentlessly, but toward a new holiday denouement.
In this in-between week, the main event is just trying to get around with your self-importance intact. It will come to a standstill tonight, when all eyes stare upward, when everyone gives up and gawks. -->anonymous
Sunday, December 29
Tha Logic Behind Posting On This Blog
Why do I keep on postin’ anyway? Truth is when I’m away from tha computer, I’d be thinkin’ ‘bout tha last thing I posted, and I’d go Urgh! Can’t believe I’ve really posted that trash! Must cover it up immediately! And so wut I do is keep on pilin’ more trash on top of another hopin’ that tha latest trash I’ve posted wud at least be a wee bit bet’r than tha last one.
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I wuz badtrip yesterday coz I wuz expectin’ to spend tha day wit ma friends at Enchanted Kingdom but found out I can’t go at tha last minute. So instead, I spent tha day readin’ homework which wuz about havin' to deal wit men whose melted eyes are pourin out of their sockets and graspin' a hand only to have tha owner of tha hand’s skin slip away towards ya. [fun, ain’t it?] Anyway, I spent tha rest of tha day tryin’ to steal clothes from ma rents’ cabinets so that I could pack somthin’ for em for our big overnight trip today. I keep on comin back to their room coz I’ve no idea where to locate some of their clothes like undies and stuff and once, maver entered and caught me diggin’ in her cabinet and ask’d wut’z up and I juz grinned foolishly and got tha hell outta there.
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Wut Ma Christmas Wuz Like
I believe I haven’t posted anythin’ ‘bout Christmas and so I think I will. Ma Christmas wuz spent wit me and tha rest of ma cuzins pickin’ on our youngest cuzin Trixie aged 10. Twaz really easy to pick on her coz most of tha time she’s such a brat and always throwin’ tantrums. For instance, she told ma maver and paver that she wanted 3 gifts for Christmas, and so we did. Guess wut she did when she finish’d openin’ all three of her gifts? Tha ungrateful li’l imp cried and complain’d coz she got 3 dresses and she want no clothes for Christmas. That’s just tha way she is and we love her by teasin’ her and so I told her not to worry for we’d be givin’ her tha bra she really wanted next Christmas. Wut Trixie hates most is to be told that she already needs to wear bra, and so she scream’d insults at me. Later as I wuz discussin’ skin whitening myths wit ma 2 other gurl twin cuzins, one of tha twins suggested takin’ a look at our 10-year-old cuzin’s armpits to see if her none-usage of deodorants had made her skin fairer than ours and again she threw a fit. She twisted and thrashed when we were within inches of her, and wud rather lie on tha dirt –good clothes and all- than have us take a look at her ‘pits. It came so that I began takin’ pity on her and almost told ma younger cuzins to stop but then she kick’d me hard on tha shin, and anyway used to be that I’m tha cuzin bein’ pick’d on by older cuzins so I let em be. She also seem to be enjoyin’ all tha attention we’re lavishin’ on her, our youngest kin.
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Got ma eyes a bit swollen yesterday from pleadin’ fo’ tha rides I’ll miss wit tha rents. Good thang I bought ma’self this novel li’l toy I found at tha mall. It’s a soothing eye mask [or so it says] which I bought for 44 pesos. You put it in tha ref for an hour and then you strap it on yer eyes. I think I’ve seen Jackielou Blanco use somthin’ which looks identical to it on TV which she strapp’d off her eyes tha moment she wuz suppos’d to be wakin’ up. Partly tha reason why I bought it. But I think maybe mine is not tha real deal. Coz when I took mine off 20 minutes or so, I open’d ma eyes to a foggy world. But then, when ya think about placin’ a glass of water on tha ref, it does tha same thing doesn’t it? I mean tha surface fogs and becomes thick wit moisture. Anyway, ma vision only fogs after tha first two minutes, it clears up eventually… but if soothin’ eye masks aren’t suppos’d to be that way, someone tell me, a’ite?
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Juz watch’d “What Lies Beneath” yesterday, and I could see a few loopholes of tha story. [like how could George Harrison become bloody when no one hit him, and how’d he reach tha stairs when he’s injured and why would he be so bent on killin’ his wife when he lov’d her and earlier saved her from death] Anyway, I’m okay wit it because like in tha Ring, I’ve figured out that a scary movie hafta have loopholes. Otherwise it wuden be scary if it were logical.
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Why do I keep on postin’ anyway? Truth is when I’m away from tha computer, I’d be thinkin’ ‘bout tha last thing I posted, and I’d go Urgh! Can’t believe I’ve really posted that trash! Must cover it up immediately! And so wut I do is keep on pilin’ more trash on top of another hopin’ that tha latest trash I’ve posted wud at least be a wee bit bet’r than tha last one.
***
I wuz badtrip yesterday coz I wuz expectin’ to spend tha day wit ma friends at Enchanted Kingdom but found out I can’t go at tha last minute. So instead, I spent tha day readin’ homework which wuz about havin' to deal wit men whose melted eyes are pourin out of their sockets and graspin' a hand only to have tha owner of tha hand’s skin slip away towards ya. [fun, ain’t it?] Anyway, I spent tha rest of tha day tryin’ to steal clothes from ma rents’ cabinets so that I could pack somthin’ for em for our big overnight trip today. I keep on comin back to their room coz I’ve no idea where to locate some of their clothes like undies and stuff and once, maver entered and caught me diggin’ in her cabinet and ask’d wut’z up and I juz grinned foolishly and got tha hell outta there.
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Wut Ma Christmas Wuz Like
I believe I haven’t posted anythin’ ‘bout Christmas and so I think I will. Ma Christmas wuz spent wit me and tha rest of ma cuzins pickin’ on our youngest cuzin Trixie aged 10. Twaz really easy to pick on her coz most of tha time she’s such a brat and always throwin’ tantrums. For instance, she told ma maver and paver that she wanted 3 gifts for Christmas, and so we did. Guess wut she did when she finish’d openin’ all three of her gifts? Tha ungrateful li’l imp cried and complain’d coz she got 3 dresses and she want no clothes for Christmas. That’s just tha way she is and we love her by teasin’ her and so I told her not to worry for we’d be givin’ her tha bra she really wanted next Christmas. Wut Trixie hates most is to be told that she already needs to wear bra, and so she scream’d insults at me. Later as I wuz discussin’ skin whitening myths wit ma 2 other gurl twin cuzins, one of tha twins suggested takin’ a look at our 10-year-old cuzin’s armpits to see if her none-usage of deodorants had made her skin fairer than ours and again she threw a fit. She twisted and thrashed when we were within inches of her, and wud rather lie on tha dirt –good clothes and all- than have us take a look at her ‘pits. It came so that I began takin’ pity on her and almost told ma younger cuzins to stop but then she kick’d me hard on tha shin, and anyway used to be that I’m tha cuzin bein’ pick’d on by older cuzins so I let em be. She also seem to be enjoyin’ all tha attention we’re lavishin’ on her, our youngest kin.
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Got ma eyes a bit swollen yesterday from pleadin’ fo’ tha rides I’ll miss wit tha rents. Good thang I bought ma’self this novel li’l toy I found at tha mall. It’s a soothing eye mask [or so it says] which I bought for 44 pesos. You put it in tha ref for an hour and then you strap it on yer eyes. I think I’ve seen Jackielou Blanco use somthin’ which looks identical to it on TV which she strapp’d off her eyes tha moment she wuz suppos’d to be wakin’ up. Partly tha reason why I bought it. But I think maybe mine is not tha real deal. Coz when I took mine off 20 minutes or so, I open’d ma eyes to a foggy world. But then, when ya think about placin’ a glass of water on tha ref, it does tha same thing doesn’t it? I mean tha surface fogs and becomes thick wit moisture. Anyway, ma vision only fogs after tha first two minutes, it clears up eventually… but if soothin’ eye masks aren’t suppos’d to be that way, someone tell me, a’ite?
***
Juz watch’d “What Lies Beneath” yesterday, and I could see a few loopholes of tha story. [like how could George Harrison become bloody when no one hit him, and how’d he reach tha stairs when he’s injured and why would he be so bent on killin’ his wife when he lov’d her and earlier saved her from death] Anyway, I’m okay wit it because like in tha Ring, I’ve figured out that a scary movie hafta have loopholes. Otherwise it wuden be scary if it were logical.
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Thursday, December 26
Tha Christmas Gift
Som’ time in November, I dream’d up this plan of gettin’ a gift that can’t be bought in stores fo’ ma clan. [bratty bro included] I wanted som’thin’ solitary yet grand for all of us to share. But I ain’t buyin’ em no appliance no more for ma bro’s gift of hot grillin’ device last year is still collectin’ dust while ma gift of two years ago [cordless phone] had barely reach’d a year of use before they banished it to a cabinet where it is now gatherin’ its own dust. And so I came up wit tha idea of an overnight for four in a hotel. Cute. But where? Wit it bein’ a holiday and all, I started ma yellow pages-thumbin’ wit …
Holiday Inn: P3,000 for 3 persons
Ma friend liked it here…
Dusit Nikko: P3,000+ [diden quite catch it] for two kids and two adults
I remembere’d likin it here so…
Oakwood: P8,000 [Huwhaaat??] I stopp’d listenin to tha details until I heard P10,000 [double Huwhaaat??!!]
Other hotels I found…
Hyatt: P3,000 on weekends and P3,500 on weekdays [or I think tha other way around]
Mandarin Oriental: P2,900[Christmas Special]
Century Park: ? [Never got through tha 2nd operator, 1st operator transferr’d me to an endless ringing line]
Bayview: P2,460 wit buffet for two
And tha winner is… Mandarin Oriental. Tha “Christmas Special” phrase caught ma attention, plus tha operator wuz nicer to me. Tha “same price on weekends and weekdays” bit also got to me. I call’d again today & found out that tha whole thang actually costs P3,450. And so I have a date wit ma clan on tha 29th. I’m forcibly volunteerin’ brover as tha official driver. Hope I could pull it out. Hope tha ‘rents won’t protest if I start depositing em on tha car. Yeah..and I hope I could survive wit bread and water fo’ tha rest of ma days. Unless some hotel manager or any of that sort read this, take pity, and decides to gimme a discount on his hotel on tha same date.
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After days of stalking, I fin’lly got to talk to ma thesis adviser. Probably fed up of ma harassment two days ago, he promis’d to call today. I also sent him a text message {Sir, tawag na kayo!} just to be sure. Here are bits of our conversation:
me: “Hello?”
thesis adviser: “Good afternoon, pwede po bang makausap…?” [May I speak with…]
me {interrupting}: “Hi, sir!”
thesis adviser: “O, si Sunshine na ba’to?” [Is this Sunshine?]
me: “Opo.”
thesis adviser: “O, kamusta na thesis mo? [How’s your thesis?] Merry Christmas.”
me: “Merry Christmas. Sir, kailangan po kasi may hypothesis ang thesis. Eh may naisip po sana ako...Yadda yadda yadda [I then proceeded explainin’ wut I plann’d to do wit ma thesis witout pausin’ to catch ma breath]
thesis adviser: “Ganito na lang, maghanap ka muna ng mga similar thesis ng journ tapos tingnan mo yung hypothesis nila and yung methods na ginamit tapos tsaka mo na lang ulit ako i-text. Kasi baka mabaril tayo sa defense pag hindi pala pede ang ginamit mong method.”
He actually said “tayo” as in “us”. Diden realize we’re on tha same side…that he’s on my side. All right! We’re a team!
Som’ time in November, I dream’d up this plan of gettin’ a gift that can’t be bought in stores fo’ ma clan. [bratty bro included] I wanted som’thin’ solitary yet grand for all of us to share. But I ain’t buyin’ em no appliance no more for ma bro’s gift of hot grillin’ device last year is still collectin’ dust while ma gift of two years ago [cordless phone] had barely reach’d a year of use before they banished it to a cabinet where it is now gatherin’ its own dust. And so I came up wit tha idea of an overnight for four in a hotel. Cute. But where? Wit it bein’ a holiday and all, I started ma yellow pages-thumbin’ wit …
Holiday Inn: P3,000 for 3 persons
Ma friend liked it here…
Dusit Nikko: P3,000+ [diden quite catch it] for two kids and two adults
I remembere’d likin it here so…
Oakwood: P8,000 [Huwhaaat??] I stopp’d listenin to tha details until I heard P10,000 [double Huwhaaat??!!]
Other hotels I found…
Hyatt: P3,000 on weekends and P3,500 on weekdays [or I think tha other way around]
Mandarin Oriental: P2,900[Christmas Special]
Century Park: ? [Never got through tha 2nd operator, 1st operator transferr’d me to an endless ringing line]
Bayview: P2,460 wit buffet for two
And tha winner is… Mandarin Oriental. Tha “Christmas Special” phrase caught ma attention, plus tha operator wuz nicer to me. Tha “same price on weekends and weekdays” bit also got to me. I call’d again today & found out that tha whole thang actually costs P3,450. And so I have a date wit ma clan on tha 29th. I’m forcibly volunteerin’ brover as tha official driver. Hope I could pull it out. Hope tha ‘rents won’t protest if I start depositing em on tha car. Yeah..and I hope I could survive wit bread and water fo’ tha rest of ma days. Unless some hotel manager or any of that sort read this, take pity, and decides to gimme a discount on his hotel on tha same date.
***
After days of stalking, I fin’lly got to talk to ma thesis adviser. Probably fed up of ma harassment two days ago, he promis’d to call today. I also sent him a text message {Sir, tawag na kayo!} just to be sure. Here are bits of our conversation:
me: “Hello?”
thesis adviser: “Good afternoon, pwede po bang makausap…?” [May I speak with…]
me {interrupting}: “Hi, sir!”
thesis adviser: “O, si Sunshine na ba’to?” [Is this Sunshine?]
me: “Opo.”
thesis adviser: “O, kamusta na thesis mo? [How’s your thesis?] Merry Christmas.”
me: “Merry Christmas. Sir, kailangan po kasi may hypothesis ang thesis. Eh may naisip po sana ako...Yadda yadda yadda [I then proceeded explainin’ wut I plann’d to do wit ma thesis witout pausin’ to catch ma breath]
thesis adviser: “Ganito na lang, maghanap ka muna ng mga similar thesis ng journ tapos tingnan mo yung hypothesis nila and yung methods na ginamit tapos tsaka mo na lang ulit ako i-text. Kasi baka mabaril tayo sa defense pag hindi pala pede ang ginamit mong method.”
He actually said “tayo” as in “us”. Diden realize we’re on tha same side…that he’s on my side. All right! We’re a team!
Monday, December 23
Stephen Speaks fun fact: found out sumthin' about tha band that sang passenger's seat... turns out they got their name from tha words that one of tha band member [TJ] read on a billboard. The billboard supposedly read "Tonight, Stephen speaks". Supposedly, tha Stephen guy made a speech before he wuz stoned to death, thus givin' TJ a name for his band. [Heard this all from 89.9 TM]
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Dear Santa List
1]get ma thesis done. [if not all, at least a chapter]
2]have Grimace tha mascot for a pet.
3]alternative acoustic version CD's.
4]lotsa great film VCD'S for ma movie illiteracy.
5]subscription to DSL internet.
6]gerbera flowers.
7]St. Marks and Spencer lingerie.
8]a certificate for a reading wit an authentic fortune-teller/palm-reader.
9]a full body massage at a good spa.
10]Haagen Daz ice cream.
11]an airconditioner for ma room.
12]bath oils.
13]books.
14]get someone volunteer to do tha flash animations i want for ma site for free.
15]Dulcinea pastries.
16]laptop or any computer as long as i don't hafta share wit ma bro.
17]rice wine.
18]Meiji dark chocolate coated almonds.
19]Yupi gummy candies.
20]Piscean boyfriend.
21]a good sense of direction so i could find ma way to places.
**note to Santa**: don't be sorry if you can't git 'em for me on Christmas. there is always ma birthday next month. =)
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Dear Santa List
1]get ma thesis done. [if not all, at least a chapter]
2]have Grimace tha mascot for a pet.
3]alternative acoustic version CD's.
4]lotsa great film VCD'S for ma movie illiteracy.
5]subscription to DSL internet.
6]gerbera flowers.
7]St. Marks and Spencer lingerie.
8]a certificate for a reading wit an authentic fortune-teller/palm-reader.
9]a full body massage at a good spa.
10]Haagen Daz ice cream.
11]an airconditioner for ma room.
12]bath oils.
13]books.
14]get someone volunteer to do tha flash animations i want for ma site for free.
15]Dulcinea pastries.
16]laptop or any computer as long as i don't hafta share wit ma bro.
17]rice wine.
18]Meiji dark chocolate coated almonds.
19]Yupi gummy candies.
20]Piscean boyfriend.
21]a good sense of direction so i could find ma way to places.
**note to Santa**: don't be sorry if you can't git 'em for me on Christmas. there is always ma birthday next month. =)
Saturday, December 21
Friday, December 20
So wut if we diden make it to tha pre-employment exam? Pardner and me had a great time elsewhere. Glorietta wuz wit in walkin’ distance from tha block-rockin’ employin’ place. Havin’ a somewhat thick wad of mint wit me encouraged me to buy tha first cute pair of earrings I saw. Good thang we dunno where to go and wandered into a museum or I might’ve come home penniless wit g havin a sale and all. For some reason, Ruth seem’d really bent on goin and so we went. ‘Twaz a museum fill’d wit dioramas of Philippine history and we had fun makin’ fun of oversized cats, miniature people wit mongoloid expressions, and furnitures unproportioned to their owners. But we spent more time and had more fun at tha museum’s extension where we learn’d the basics of… sign language! ‘Twaz really kehwl coz aside from watchin’ how it’s done on tha computer screen, two deaf studes from Benilde really took time to teach us and make us get each hand signal right despite our retard learning skills. They were so nice that I felt like makin’ “kwento” and tellin’ ‘em that I have a deaf li’l boy cousin too –only I dunno how. I wonder if they understand and know how to gesture/writeTagalog since most books are in English –only I dunno how to ask. I also wanna ask how they made kehwl flash animations and if they could help me wit ma webpage. [Their skills such as web page design, animation, and art were also showcased on tha computer.]
Wednesday, December 18
I promis'd ma'self I will never post a song on this blog. Never post a...
On the 8th day of Christmas my baby gave to me
a pair of cloey shades & a diamond belly ring
On the 7th day of x-mas my baby gave to me
a nice back rub and he massaged my feet
On the 6th day of x-mas my baby gave to me
a crotch eye git with dirty denim jeans
On the 5th day of x-mas my baby gave to me
a poem that he wrote for me
The the feelin' that I feel is so good
He makes me feel so in lo-lo-lo-lo-love
If he only knew what he does to me
My man, my man, my baby
Oh he makes me feel so lovely, so sexy
I'm so in lo-lo-lo-lo-love
How I love him for his generousity
My man, my man, my baby
Doesn't it feel like x-mas (it feels lovely)
Doesn't it feel like x-mas (it feels so lovely)
Doesn't it feel like x-mas (wooooooooaaaaaaahhhh)
Yes it feels like x-mas
Doesn't it feel like x-mas (it feels lovely)
Doesn't it feel like x-mas (it feels so lovely)
Doesn't it feel like x-mas (the spirit of x-mas)
Yes it feels like x-mas
On the 4th day of x-mas my baby gave to me
a candlelit dinner just me & my honey
On the 3rd day of x-mas my baby gave to me
a gift certificate to get my favorite CD's
On the 2nd day of x-mas my baby gave to me
the keys to a CLK Mercedes
On the 1st day of x-mas my baby gave to me
quality T-I-M-E
If it feels like x-mas
Yes it's x-mas
Bro's x-mas
Mom's x-mas
Dad's x-mas
Bro's x-mas
Feels like x-mas
Feels like x-mas
Farrah's x-mas
Beyonce's x-mas
Kelly's x-mas
mom's x-mas
dad's x-mas
bro's x-mas
Feels like x-mas
Feels like x-mas
...Well, Christmas is an exception.. ain't it? Wish co lan someone will gimme a CD certificate or kahit a poem for Christmas.
On the 8th day of Christmas my baby gave to me
a pair of cloey shades & a diamond belly ring
On the 7th day of x-mas my baby gave to me
a nice back rub and he massaged my feet
On the 6th day of x-mas my baby gave to me
a crotch eye git with dirty denim jeans
On the 5th day of x-mas my baby gave to me
a poem that he wrote for me
The the feelin' that I feel is so good
He makes me feel so in lo-lo-lo-lo-love
If he only knew what he does to me
My man, my man, my baby
Oh he makes me feel so lovely, so sexy
I'm so in lo-lo-lo-lo-love
How I love him for his generousity
My man, my man, my baby
Doesn't it feel like x-mas (it feels lovely)
Doesn't it feel like x-mas (it feels so lovely)
Doesn't it feel like x-mas (wooooooooaaaaaaahhhh)
Yes it feels like x-mas
Doesn't it feel like x-mas (it feels lovely)
Doesn't it feel like x-mas (it feels so lovely)
Doesn't it feel like x-mas (the spirit of x-mas)
Yes it feels like x-mas
On the 4th day of x-mas my baby gave to me
a candlelit dinner just me & my honey
On the 3rd day of x-mas my baby gave to me
a gift certificate to get my favorite CD's
On the 2nd day of x-mas my baby gave to me
the keys to a CLK Mercedes
On the 1st day of x-mas my baby gave to me
quality T-I-M-E
If it feels like x-mas
Yes it's x-mas
Bro's x-mas
Mom's x-mas
Dad's x-mas
Bro's x-mas
Feels like x-mas
Feels like x-mas
Farrah's x-mas
Beyonce's x-mas
Kelly's x-mas
mom's x-mas
dad's x-mas
bro's x-mas
Feels like x-mas
Feels like x-mas
...Well, Christmas is an exception.. ain't it? Wish co lan someone will gimme a CD certificate or kahit a poem for Christmas.
Gusto cong maglaba. Gusto cong maglakad ng mahabang mahaba.. mga tatlong kalye. Gusto cong maglinis ng bahay. Gusto cong gumawa ng kahit na ano basta pisikal -baka sakaling maalis ang mental strain & stress na dala ng aking mabait na thesis. Ayoco nan mag-isip. Aco na lan magpipintura ng bagong tindahan ni maver na tinatrabaho ng mga karpintero ngayon.
Monday, December 16
Saturday, December 14
Haven't posted for days... To sum it up:
Monday:
VCD player is sick.
Wednesday:
Computer is sick.
Thursday:
Cellphone is sick.
And finally, out of boredom...
Tuesday:
I became sick.
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Kathy, salamat sa pagpost nan lyrix nan passenger's seat. Dahil jan, kiss kita... mwah!
***
Oh, yeah.. Watch'd Swimfan last week too! Watch'd tha freakin' ugly Rosie O' donell look-alike kontrabida who must've been casted as a joke since me an' ma hommies don't git no real thrill outta tha movie.
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Oh, yeah.. And 'twaz also last week when me an' ma paver had a row which induced him to push me outta tha car on to tha cement.
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Oh, yeah.. And ma thesis adviser told me that ma thesis problem can't be solv'd & that it shud have no hypothesis. And I'm suppos'd to submit ma revised pointless, hypothesis-deprived thesis to him.
***
Oh, yeah.. And someone just randomly appear'd and icq'd me askin' if i have big tits. {I said I suppose I've been receivin' compliments since ma big sex change operation}
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And I enjoy ma life so much.
Monday:
VCD player is sick.
Wednesday:
Computer is sick.
Thursday:
Cellphone is sick.
And finally, out of boredom...
Tuesday:
I became sick.
***
Kathy, salamat sa pagpost nan lyrix nan passenger's seat. Dahil jan, kiss kita... mwah!
***
Oh, yeah.. Watch'd Swimfan last week too! Watch'd tha freakin' ugly Rosie O' donell look-alike kontrabida who must've been casted as a joke since me an' ma hommies don't git no real thrill outta tha movie.
***
Oh, yeah.. And 'twaz also last week when me an' ma paver had a row which induced him to push me outta tha car on to tha cement.
***
Oh, yeah.. And ma thesis adviser told me that ma thesis problem can't be solv'd & that it shud have no hypothesis. And I'm suppos'd to submit ma revised pointless, hypothesis-deprived thesis to him.
***
Oh, yeah.. And someone just randomly appear'd and icq'd me askin' if i have big tits. {I said I suppose I've been receivin' compliments since ma big sex change operation}
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And I enjoy ma life so much.
Wednesday, December 4
Bird droppings on ma arm, a broken nail, ice cream stains, and tha bottom of a pen missin'. Definitely not one of ma luckiest days...
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Ma fingertips feel new to me again now that i've cut ma nails to even their length to tha newly broken one. It's as if they regained their sense of touch after bein' stationary for so long cooped under ma long nails. I also hafta stop holdin' thangs and arms wit tha very tips of ma fingers which i often do to make space for ma nails, and in tha case of holdin' ma friends' arms, so as not to hurt them. On tha other hand, i can't open soda cans and I can't scratch their palms for em anymore. Well, at least I could properly enjoy eatin' greasy finger foods again.
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Ma fingertips feel new to me again now that i've cut ma nails to even their length to tha newly broken one. It's as if they regained their sense of touch after bein' stationary for so long cooped under ma long nails. I also hafta stop holdin' thangs and arms wit tha very tips of ma fingers which i often do to make space for ma nails, and in tha case of holdin' ma friends' arms, so as not to hurt them. On tha other hand, i can't open soda cans and I can't scratch their palms for em anymore. Well, at least I could properly enjoy eatin' greasy finger foods again.
Thursday, November 28
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SEAN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SEAN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SEAN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SEAN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SEAN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SEAN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SEAN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SEAN!
Grabe! Pare! Twenty-two ka na!
Okey sana dahil birthday mo… Kaya lang sana magpakain naman!…
mAnLiBrE kA nAmAn!!!
MANLIBRE KA NAMAN! Yehey!!!
Tuesday, November 26
-=Tha Unkind Cat=-
I have 7 pet dogs, 6 pet cats that have about 20 pet fleas each, 3 pet roosters, 2 pet fishes, a pet lobster, and a pet rabbit. But ma fav’rite pet is Pikachu tha orange cat although I’m not sho’ if I’m his fav’rite master too. He is an okay cat. Some say the cutest. I’m not speakin’ to him today, though. Pikachu had been a bad bad pet lately. He been doin’ some pretty mean thangs to me recently. Me who rescues him from big bro’s kicks an’ me who likes him best. Wut Pikachu done is gone and went to cat heaven witout tellin’ me on a Monday morn. Ants had already gathered to feed on helpless Pikachu’s beautiful eyes which were frozen into a blank stare when I found him. Pikachu, tha cutest cat in tha world had gone and died on me. Had not even been sick tha previous day. How could a sweet cat be so unkind?
I have 7 pet dogs, 6 pet cats that have about 20 pet fleas each, 3 pet roosters, 2 pet fishes, a pet lobster, and a pet rabbit. But ma fav’rite pet is Pikachu tha orange cat although I’m not sho’ if I’m his fav’rite master too. He is an okay cat. Some say the cutest. I’m not speakin’ to him today, though. Pikachu had been a bad bad pet lately. He been doin’ some pretty mean thangs to me recently. Me who rescues him from big bro’s kicks an’ me who likes him best. Wut Pikachu done is gone and went to cat heaven witout tellin’ me on a Monday morn. Ants had already gathered to feed on helpless Pikachu’s beautiful eyes which were frozen into a blank stare when I found him. Pikachu, tha cutest cat in tha world had gone and died on me. Had not even been sick tha previous day. How could a sweet cat be so unkind?
Sunday, November 24
*Tha Attack of tha Unknown Mean Behind*
Yesterday, at our public relations class, we poor souls at tha back got our noses offended by a foul smell. ‘Twaz clearly a diarrheic smell and we look’d among ourselves to find tha culprit. Such a crass gas emitter should at least look a bit flustered. But tha faces starin’ back at us gave nuthin’ away, and so we resumed takin’ down our notes. Not five minutes had pass’d when another attack stank up tha air-conditioned room. Noses covered, we started speculatin’ on who tha stinker might be. “Baka naman sa kabilang room galling yon!” [Maybe it came from the other room], Patwee said, referrin’ to tha other class which wuz separated from us merely by a dividing window while Lucas said “Hinde, malabong sa kabila manggaling yon dahil anlayo naman nila.. ibig sabihin sa journ lang talaga galling yon!” [No, they’re seated too far apart from us.. which only mean that it came from journ –from us!] Someone else said that maybe it wuz Tanchee, tha guy to Gabby’s left for he had not been covering his nose during tha attacks [“Siguro si Tanchee yon, mukhang sya lang ang di nakakaamoy eh!] while p.i.c. thought ‘twaz Lucas. [“Lucas, anobayan! lumabas ka na kasi eh!”] I had ma own suspects but I refuse to post their names on this blog out of courtesy for ‘em. I even half-kiddingly suggested checkin’ out everyone’s behinds for stains to p.i.c. Were our noses ever reliev’d when tha waves of diarrhea plaguin’ tha mean ole farter stopp’d. ‘Guess he finally learn’d how to hold it in!
Yesterday, at our public relations class, we poor souls at tha back got our noses offended by a foul smell. ‘Twaz clearly a diarrheic smell and we look’d among ourselves to find tha culprit. Such a crass gas emitter should at least look a bit flustered. But tha faces starin’ back at us gave nuthin’ away, and so we resumed takin’ down our notes. Not five minutes had pass’d when another attack stank up tha air-conditioned room. Noses covered, we started speculatin’ on who tha stinker might be. “Baka naman sa kabilang room galling yon!” [Maybe it came from the other room], Patwee said, referrin’ to tha other class which wuz separated from us merely by a dividing window while Lucas said “Hinde, malabong sa kabila manggaling yon dahil anlayo naman nila.. ibig sabihin sa journ lang talaga galling yon!” [No, they’re seated too far apart from us.. which only mean that it came from journ –from us!] Someone else said that maybe it wuz Tanchee, tha guy to Gabby’s left for he had not been covering his nose during tha attacks [“Siguro si Tanchee yon, mukhang sya lang ang di nakakaamoy eh!] while p.i.c. thought ‘twaz Lucas. [“Lucas, anobayan! lumabas ka na kasi eh!”] I had ma own suspects but I refuse to post their names on this blog out of courtesy for ‘em. I even half-kiddingly suggested checkin’ out everyone’s behinds for stains to p.i.c. Were our noses ever reliev’d when tha waves of diarrhea plaguin’ tha mean ole farter stopp’d. ‘Guess he finally learn’d how to hold it in!
Friday, November 22
Santa is a fag?
Wuz listenin to Ernie Baron's "Knowledge is power" program on am radio [go praise our driver for his fine choice of listenin] on ma way home from school today, and a young gurl called askin' about tha origins of Santa Claus. Ernie started by makin it clear to tha gurl that Santa ain't nuthin but a myth. ['guess he thought twelve-year-olds still believe in santa] He said that Santa came from St. Nichols from Netherland.. yadda yadda.. He ended by sayin that old man Santa shuden be called Santa coz Santa is a feminine word. Baron then started havin' a debate wit himself whether Santa is a man or a woman. This fuss from a man who don't believe in Santa in tha first place. Go figure.
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Tha Hall For All Purposes
Still on tha short but long drive home: pass'd by tha hall or court for all purposes. It's in EspaÑa right across tha street from Wendy's and KFC. Today, they decided to hold taekwondo lessons there. Other times, it's a funeral. Or a meeting of some sort. Or mass. Or streetkids playin' basketball. Other times it's taekwondo lessons like I've said. Made me reminisce 'bout ma taekwondo days.. *music plays as we go back in time* That time I wuz nine. Got bored wit tha jazz lessons paver wuz makin me take where i hafta demonstrate pointin' ma toes to other studes so i ask'd pa why don't i take taekwondo like bigbro. I endured til I got a belt. Only till yellow, tha belt next to white. I quit because I really don't fancy someone else's foot goin anywhere near ma face specially if 'tis a smelly one. Also don't think 'tis fair for tha instructor to be givin' me red-belted [fourth belt] guys for sparrin' pardners even if we were of exactly tha same size and even if he's polite and says sorry for every kick I receive. Dunno which wuz worse: havin' some air knock'd outta you via kick on tha stomach, or havin' to hold tha air you breathe while endurin' a kick on tha face.
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Our new pup Corimao is slow, shy and sleepy no more! He wuz runnin like a mad dog when bro set him free from his cage and took him upstairs to us. Used to be he just runs a bit when he is taken from that smelly ol' cage of his. Bet it has sumthin to do wit his new collar wit mini bells. Think he loves listenin to tha noise he makes.
Wuz listenin to Ernie Baron's "Knowledge is power" program on am radio [go praise our driver for his fine choice of listenin] on ma way home from school today, and a young gurl called askin' about tha origins of Santa Claus. Ernie started by makin it clear to tha gurl that Santa ain't nuthin but a myth. ['guess he thought twelve-year-olds still believe in santa] He said that Santa came from St. Nichols from Netherland.. yadda yadda.. He ended by sayin that old man Santa shuden be called Santa coz Santa is a feminine word. Baron then started havin' a debate wit himself whether Santa is a man or a woman. This fuss from a man who don't believe in Santa in tha first place. Go figure.
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Tha Hall For All Purposes
Still on tha short but long drive home: pass'd by tha hall or court for all purposes. It's in EspaÑa right across tha street from Wendy's and KFC. Today, they decided to hold taekwondo lessons there. Other times, it's a funeral. Or a meeting of some sort. Or mass. Or streetkids playin' basketball. Other times it's taekwondo lessons like I've said. Made me reminisce 'bout ma taekwondo days.. *music plays as we go back in time* That time I wuz nine. Got bored wit tha jazz lessons paver wuz makin me take where i hafta demonstrate pointin' ma toes to other studes so i ask'd pa why don't i take taekwondo like bigbro. I endured til I got a belt. Only till yellow, tha belt next to white. I quit because I really don't fancy someone else's foot goin anywhere near ma face specially if 'tis a smelly one. Also don't think 'tis fair for tha instructor to be givin' me red-belted [fourth belt] guys for sparrin' pardners even if we were of exactly tha same size and even if he's polite and says sorry for every kick I receive. Dunno which wuz worse: havin' some air knock'd outta you via kick on tha stomach, or havin' to hold tha air you breathe while endurin' a kick on tha face.
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Our new pup Corimao is slow, shy and sleepy no more! He wuz runnin like a mad dog when bro set him free from his cage and took him upstairs to us. Used to be he just runs a bit when he is taken from that smelly ol' cage of his. Bet it has sumthin to do wit his new collar wit mini bells. Think he loves listenin to tha noise he makes.
Tuesday, November 19
Wut google thinks of me according to googlism here:
sunshine is lurking in tech's forecast
sunshine is golden
sunshine is delicious
sunshine is out in japan
sunshine is magic
sunshine is gonna get you
sunshine is a treasure a child will cherish forever
sunshine is by far the best late blight fungicide
sunshine is much different than what you might expect
sunshine is in need of a loving home in virginia
sunshine is an authority on breast feeding
sunshine is what mario 64 would have been like if shigeru miyamoto had less involvement
sunshine is finally complete and available in stores across the nation
sunshine is lurking in tech's forecast
sunshine is golden
sunshine is delicious
sunshine is out in japan
sunshine is magic
sunshine is gonna get you
sunshine is a treasure a child will cherish forever
sunshine is by far the best late blight fungicide
sunshine is much different than what you might expect
sunshine is in need of a loving home in virginia
sunshine is an authority on breast feeding
sunshine is what mario 64 would have been like if shigeru miyamoto had less involvement
sunshine is finally complete and available in stores across the nation
Monday, November 18
awww… michael
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Sa mga naghahanap ng “naked pictures of Carlos Agassi” na napupunta sa site ko: Pede ba? Konting taste naman! Asa pa kayong may makukuha kayo sa site ko! Picture pa! Eh di nga ako marunong maglink ng pictures!
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Sa mga friends ko naman na nagpunta nitong nakaraang loyalty day sa old school naming SJA, ‘sensya na kayo, di ako nakapunta dahil ala ako sa mood, ala akong salapi, at baka laiitin lang ako ni Danielle dahil may pimple ako na katutubo lang.
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As usual, iniwan na naman akong mag-isa ng mga kapamilya ko dito sa bahay. Punta daw silang Divisoria. Kung saan talaga sila nagpunta, ala na akong pakialam. [Ugali na ni maver ang di sabihin kung saan talaga sila pupunta para di na lang ako sumama at magbantay ng bahay.] Buti pa mga elementals! [hi, Lurecia]
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Bat ganito tong iniinom kong Sunkist apple, lasang grapes?
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Sa mga naghahanap ng “naked pictures of Carlos Agassi” na napupunta sa site ko: Pede ba? Konting taste naman! Asa pa kayong may makukuha kayo sa site ko! Picture pa! Eh di nga ako marunong maglink ng pictures!
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Sa mga friends ko naman na nagpunta nitong nakaraang loyalty day sa old school naming SJA, ‘sensya na kayo, di ako nakapunta dahil ala ako sa mood, ala akong salapi, at baka laiitin lang ako ni Danielle dahil may pimple ako na katutubo lang.
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As usual, iniwan na naman akong mag-isa ng mga kapamilya ko dito sa bahay. Punta daw silang Divisoria. Kung saan talaga sila nagpunta, ala na akong pakialam. [Ugali na ni maver ang di sabihin kung saan talaga sila pupunta para di na lang ako sumama at magbantay ng bahay.] Buti pa mga elementals! [hi, Lurecia]
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Bat ganito tong iniinom kong Sunkist apple, lasang grapes?
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Tuesday, November 12
*Ang Makatang Lelang*
Unang pagtapak ko pa lang sa bahay ng lola ko kahapon, ganito agad ang hirit niya[Lola]: “Anong nangyari dyan?” {sabay titig sa suliranin sa pagitan ng aking mga mata} Ako: “Pimple po.” Humirit ulit ang lola ko at tumula ng parang ganito: “Pag-ibig na hindi maipahayag, sa mukha’y tagihawat, sa ulo’y balakubak, sa paa’y lipak.” -Hindi ko na kinaya yon,‘la!
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Had an appointment wit ma dentist today in tha hospital where I wuz born. Haven’t been to a dentist for two years. Haven’t seen her for more than two years. Almost forgot tha smell of surgical gloves which I haven’t known I’d missed. Suppressed laughing again while she worked. Always had trouble sittin’ still. Or standin’ still. Or doin’ anythin’ still. She worked for an hour. Sealin’ teeth which had any signs of cavities. Wonder how she could handle not to laugh. Shoulda been harder for her to suppress gigglin’ than me -wut wit ma distorted open-mouthed face which distorts more as she scavenges around wit her dental tools. Wondered how ma nose –which distorts wit ma face- must’ve looked to her. T’was over soon. Told me to come back in April. Wut? No animal balloons for me this time? No reward for bein’ a good patient this year and for sittin’ still? Oh well. But that wuz some neat balloon you gave me when I wuz four. Even if I accidentally bit you. Thanx for workin’ on ma chompers, doc. =)
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Got a new bruise on ma left knee. I am tha eternal table bumper.
Unang pagtapak ko pa lang sa bahay ng lola ko kahapon, ganito agad ang hirit niya[Lola]: “Anong nangyari dyan?” {sabay titig sa suliranin sa pagitan ng aking mga mata} Ako: “Pimple po.” Humirit ulit ang lola ko at tumula ng parang ganito: “Pag-ibig na hindi maipahayag, sa mukha’y tagihawat, sa ulo’y balakubak, sa paa’y lipak.” -Hindi ko na kinaya yon,‘la!
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Had an appointment wit ma dentist today in tha hospital where I wuz born. Haven’t been to a dentist for two years. Haven’t seen her for more than two years. Almost forgot tha smell of surgical gloves which I haven’t known I’d missed. Suppressed laughing again while she worked. Always had trouble sittin’ still. Or standin’ still. Or doin’ anythin’ still. She worked for an hour. Sealin’ teeth which had any signs of cavities. Wonder how she could handle not to laugh. Shoulda been harder for her to suppress gigglin’ than me -wut wit ma distorted open-mouthed face which distorts more as she scavenges around wit her dental tools. Wondered how ma nose –which distorts wit ma face- must’ve looked to her. T’was over soon. Told me to come back in April. Wut? No animal balloons for me this time? No reward for bein’ a good patient this year and for sittin’ still? Oh well. But that wuz some neat balloon you gave me when I wuz four. Even if I accidentally bit you. Thanx for workin’ on ma chompers, doc. =)
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Got a new bruise on ma left knee. I am tha eternal table bumper.
Thursday, November 7
I had a dream. In ma dream, I wuz a child again and for some unknown reasons, ma brover had mysteriously disappeared. Somehow, I needed to be assured that I’m an only child and so I kept askin’ maver over and over again if this wuz true, and each time her answer wuz yes. I wuz happy in tha dream because tha grown-ups have given me colored marker pens of all shades, and I also have a complete set of Crayola crayons. And then I wuz chasin’ other kids on tha grass and I realized that I wuz a poor, dirty street kid. This did not seem to surprise me, as if I’ve always been a street kid and I don’t care a bit juz as long as I have ma complete set of crayons and colored pens at home. Sometimes I wish I were a child again.
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Sometimes, I have the habit of complaining about ma ex. I blame him for things that in reality had nuthin to do wit him and this is bad because friends begin to think I’m not over him yet. That he’s my “Mr. Big”. Someone I will forever love for treatin me like shit. Tha truth is I got over him long ago. There were others after him but I like blaming him. I like letting others think it’s him coz I can handle hearing how bad he is. Also, he wuz a fixture. Something certain in ma life. Certain becoz he wuz mine and so I had some rights to him as opposed to tha other uncertainties after him who doesn’t have ma rights to them and their rights to me. Like I don’t have tha right to criticize them or defend them to those who’ll criticize them. I mean I can but not as much as I’d want to without interfering personally which would otherwise be ok if they were mine. That’s why I’m pretty much repressed or I complain about ma ex.
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Sometimes, I have the habit of complaining about ma ex. I blame him for things that in reality had nuthin to do wit him and this is bad because friends begin to think I’m not over him yet. That he’s my “Mr. Big”. Someone I will forever love for treatin me like shit. Tha truth is I got over him long ago. There were others after him but I like blaming him. I like letting others think it’s him coz I can handle hearing how bad he is. Also, he wuz a fixture. Something certain in ma life. Certain becoz he wuz mine and so I had some rights to him as opposed to tha other uncertainties after him who doesn’t have ma rights to them and their rights to me. Like I don’t have tha right to criticize them or defend them to those who’ll criticize them. I mean I can but not as much as I’d want to without interfering personally which would otherwise be ok if they were mine. That’s why I’m pretty much repressed or I complain about ma ex.
Monday, November 4
Advantages of bein’ a homebody:
1) you get to wear polka dots wit plaids and brown wit blue any time you want to.
2) you save money you would’ve spent on transportation, eatin’ out, etc.
3) you easily disregard dog/cat hairs on your clothes.
4) you get fairer by stayin’ outta tha sun.
5) countin’ tha holes on yer mum’s duster dress serves as an amusement.
6) you could have a bad hair day everyday for all you care.
Disadvantage of bein’ a homebody:
1) you run & hide in tha safety of yer room pretendin’ to be asleep/away/sick when a visitor arrives.
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I have tha habit of talkin’ in ma sleep sumtimes. That’s why when ma bro [who sleeps in tha other room] mentioned to ma ‘rents that I sometimes talk all by ma’self at night {“Ayan, nagsasalita mag-isa pag gabi”}, I dunno if he’s talkin’ about ma sleepin’ habit or if he’s teasin me about tha dropcall conversations I have wit a friend some nights.
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Piss’d that he couldn’t watch his fave game shows, paver told maver that I wuz watchin’ an X movie. He went,”Ya, o! Nanonood ng bold!” {Come here quick! She’s watching an x-rated movie!} to ma mum. Funny how we Filipinos refer to scenes that feature naked or semi-naked human beings as “bold”. The vcd I wuz watchin’ wuz Pam’s Picture Perfect vcd, and tha scene paver wuz referrin’ to wuzn’t even a sexy scene. ‘Twuz Jennifer Aniston when she wuz lyin in her bed alone talkin’ to Nick who wuz in a diff’rent room. Tha scene didn’t even suggest that they might be goin’ to bed anytime soon. And Aniston wuz juz wearin’ a regular nightgown. There were more appropriate scenes when ma paver could’ve complained. Like when Jennifer wuz in bed wit Kevin Bacon. Or right at tha start of tha movie when Jen wuz about to do it wit a guy in her living room. Guess I should be thankful paver didn’t see those. It wuz a pretty good movie wit tha right amount of sap romantic movie suckers like me enjoy.
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We have a new pup. Ma bro’s gf gave him to us. Its face is black so that we can’t quite distinguish where his eyes are –which are also black. Paver gave him a bath today after brover took one whiff at him and said that puppy is “amoy saging” [has a banana smell].
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Found out that ma Chinese name is Xun Xuan Nuo. Wanna get yours? Then go!
1) you get to wear polka dots wit plaids and brown wit blue any time you want to.
2) you save money you would’ve spent on transportation, eatin’ out, etc.
3) you easily disregard dog/cat hairs on your clothes.
4) you get fairer by stayin’ outta tha sun.
5) countin’ tha holes on yer mum’s duster dress serves as an amusement.
6) you could have a bad hair day everyday for all you care.
Disadvantage of bein’ a homebody:
1) you run & hide in tha safety of yer room pretendin’ to be asleep/away/sick when a visitor arrives.
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I have tha habit of talkin’ in ma sleep sumtimes. That’s why when ma bro [who sleeps in tha other room] mentioned to ma ‘rents that I sometimes talk all by ma’self at night {“Ayan, nagsasalita mag-isa pag gabi”}, I dunno if he’s talkin’ about ma sleepin’ habit or if he’s teasin me about tha dropcall conversations I have wit a friend some nights.
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Piss’d that he couldn’t watch his fave game shows, paver told maver that I wuz watchin’ an X movie. He went,”Ya, o! Nanonood ng bold!” {Come here quick! She’s watching an x-rated movie!} to ma mum. Funny how we Filipinos refer to scenes that feature naked or semi-naked human beings as “bold”. The vcd I wuz watchin’ wuz Pam’s Picture Perfect vcd, and tha scene paver wuz referrin’ to wuzn’t even a sexy scene. ‘Twuz Jennifer Aniston when she wuz lyin in her bed alone talkin’ to Nick who wuz in a diff’rent room. Tha scene didn’t even suggest that they might be goin’ to bed anytime soon. And Aniston wuz juz wearin’ a regular nightgown. There were more appropriate scenes when ma paver could’ve complained. Like when Jennifer wuz in bed wit Kevin Bacon. Or right at tha start of tha movie when Jen wuz about to do it wit a guy in her living room. Guess I should be thankful paver didn’t see those. It wuz a pretty good movie wit tha right amount of sap romantic movie suckers like me enjoy.
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We have a new pup. Ma bro’s gf gave him to us. Its face is black so that we can’t quite distinguish where his eyes are –which are also black. Paver gave him a bath today after brover took one whiff at him and said that puppy is “amoy saging” [has a banana smell].
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Found out that ma Chinese name is Xun Xuan Nuo. Wanna get yours? Then go!
Thursday, October 31
P. and G. had been bloggin’ about unexpected visits and appearances lately, and in the spirit of Halloween, I’ve decided to blog about mine today.Ma encounters wit tha unknown had so far been very limited. As an infant, ma bro told maver that a dwarf named Goldie, who is ma bro’s playmate had apparently pinched me, inducing a high-pitched wail from me. This, as you could see, is not a very convincing story since it is most likely that ma bro is just passing the blame for his infancy abuses on me. As of now, I had no memories of that occurrence whatsoever. I had always heard stories about tha spirits inhabiting our house. There’s that dwarf story of ma lunatic bro [Ma said he had a total of three dwarf friends named Poldo, Portia, and Goldie tha mischief maker.], Sightings of someone dressed in white by previous boarders and by our maid. Maver’s story of the invisible gate knocker. Ma aunt be-friending a white lady shortly before havin’ an epileptic attack. Ma cuzin complainin of bein’ tapped on tha shoulder while sleepin’ alone in.. (gulp).. this room. Another one of a different aunt havin’ sumkinda encounter in tha same room. Tha most recent one a week ago when ma woke up to discover someone hunched over in one of our sofa chairs. Me? Haven’t had any experiences so far until about a month ago when I heard 4 short, quick raps on tha wall in this room. Tha other side of that specific wall is an empty bodega room. And then earlier on, an experience about four months ago, around 3am when I suddenly heard a woman singing in a very lively and quite loud voice somewhere at ma left. I doubt it to be one of our boarders since no one could dare sing in that loud a voice at that ungodly hour in consideration of tha 44 other inhabitants all sleeping that night. I did not look for fear of wut I’ll find. Before that, I haven’t been getting even a peep from tha house spirits… Guess they took some time warming up to me first. What I think is that they reach me mostly in ma sleep, if not in person. The times when I get nightmares every night could be those instances. Ma dreams aren’t necessarily about ghosts and goblins. They vary, but they’re nightmares just tha same. I imagine that since we travel to tha third dimension when we sleep, they could easily join me and create ruckus whenever they want to. Just recently, after tha night-singing episode, I’ve decided to name tha house spirits. I’ve imagined there are three of ‘em in ma room. Spirits that are especially active at night in ma sleep. Two ladies named Lurecia and Gretch, and a guy named Drindl. Sometimes, when some of ma things get lost, when I just had a nightmare, and when I’m plain bored, I talk to them on ma mind. I figured out that since K mentioned sumthin’ about talkin’ to spirits bein’ dangerous, then it should not hurt to talk to ‘em in ma mind. [after all, spirits can’t read minds, can they?] I just hope they don’t read blogs. I imagine Lurecia to be tha one who’s fond of me, tha one who sorta protects me if she can help it, and Gretch to be the wretched one, kinda tha one who makes all nightmares possible. Maybe she’s tha one whom Lurecia protects me from. Drindl would be the passive one. Someone who’s barely not there. {Oh.my.gawd. I have turn’d into tha kind of lunatic person who had elves for friends!} I’d like to think I have not. All three spirits are figments of ma sembreak mode brain. It is just, after all, an attempt to name tha nameless.
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Love these songs.
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Love these songs.
Wednesday, October 30
Ma brover as we were walkin’ home from church: “Parang gusto kong kumanta. Gusto kong kumanta sa harap ng maramng tao!” [I feel the sudden urge to sing in front of a big audience.]
g.f.: “Eh di kumanta ka ngayon!” [Why don’t you try singing now?]
me: “O kaya kanta ka sa videoke bars! [Or try going in a video bar.]
bro: “Hinde, gusto ko yung may nagda-drums. Sa isang special t.v. show, hinde lang sa videoke bars. Matagal ko nang gustong ilabas tong special talent kong to eh!” [No, I wanna sing someplace where someone would play the drums to my singing, like in a special t.v. show. I had waited so long for this moment to come when I could unleash this special talent of mine.]
bro{upon becoming aware of his g.f.’s doubtful looks casted on him}: “Ano, wala ka bang tiwala sa talent ko?” [Don’t you have faith in my talent?]
g.f.: “Wala talaga!” [Not an ounce!]
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Ang kyot ng alaga naming chicks -->they're startin' to grow crowns except dun sa babaeng chick.. three are male chicks. only one is a female. The chicks are acquired by ma bigbro and ma cuzin when they went to MegaMall last month. [Givin' away chicks seem to be a promo to sell a specific brand of chicken feed, sumkinda have-a-free-chick-and-buy-our-product-to-keep-the-chick-alive gimmick.] I won't even attempt to link an image of any chick coz hinde talaga aco marunong mag-link ng pictures or images! Chamba lang yun sa Ericsson sa baba! *Ugh*
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g.f.: “Eh di kumanta ka ngayon!” [Why don’t you try singing now?]
me: “O kaya kanta ka sa videoke bars! [Or try going in a video bar.]
bro: “Hinde, gusto ko yung may nagda-drums. Sa isang special t.v. show, hinde lang sa videoke bars. Matagal ko nang gustong ilabas tong special talent kong to eh!” [No, I wanna sing someplace where someone would play the drums to my singing, like in a special t.v. show. I had waited so long for this moment to come when I could unleash this special talent of mine.]
bro{upon becoming aware of his g.f.’s doubtful looks casted on him}: “Ano, wala ka bang tiwala sa talent ko?” [Don’t you have faith in my talent?]
g.f.: “Wala talaga!” [Not an ounce!]
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Ang kyot ng alaga naming chicks -->they're startin' to grow crowns except dun sa babaeng chick.. three are male chicks. only one is a female. The chicks are acquired by ma bigbro and ma cuzin when they went to MegaMall last month. [Givin' away chicks seem to be a promo to sell a specific brand of chicken feed, sumkinda have-a-free-chick-and-buy-our-product-to-keep-the-chick-alive gimmick.] I won't even attempt to link an image of any chick coz hinde talaga aco marunong mag-link ng pictures or images! Chamba lang yun sa Ericsson sa baba! *Ugh*
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Saturday, October 26
Here are sum interestin search engine queries that lead to ma blog:
1)"is a fag" home high school.
2)ateneo cheer chant.
3)pam and erick's wedding pictures. [i have friends named pam and erick but they dunno each other!]
4)pictures of siopao.
5)axe deodorant pictures.
6)soleil aquino. [i know i once had a crush whose last name's aquino but i never posted about acquirin his last name!]
7)full name of carlos agassi. [now, who wud wanna know that?]
8)pictures of carlos agassi. [now, who wud want that?]
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Wanna make fights? Check this out!
1)"is a fag" home high school.
2)ateneo cheer chant.
3)pam and erick's wedding pictures. [i have friends named pam and erick but they dunno each other!]
4)pictures of siopao.
5)axe deodorant pictures.
6)soleil aquino. [i know i once had a crush whose last name's aquino but i never posted about acquirin his last name!]
7)full name of carlos agassi. [now, who wud wanna know that?]
8)pictures of carlos agassi. [now, who wud want that?]
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Wanna make fights? Check this out!
Friday, October 25
There is such a thing as a white cockroach pala. Wuz about to take a bath tha other week when I came face to face wit tha albino “ipis”. Thought it wuz sumkinda butterfly at first. Didn’t want it in tha bath wit me so I scream’d and ask’d paver to take tha strange white insect away. Paver seem’d pleased wit it, and so he took out an old mayonnaise jar and lured tha white roach in. Then paver, brover, and me gathered to take a closer look at it. At closer inspection, we saw that it really wuz a medium-sized ‘roach. Ma brover marveled at how beautiful it is, even its li’l legs bein’ a white almost transparent color. Ordinarily, I get hysterical everytime I see a ‘roach but I’m willin to make a concession for white ones in jars. I think paver wanna keep it as a pet since he said it’ll bring us goodluck. And I thought I also heard him mutter sumthin about buyin’ a lottery ticket later on. He had put bits of dog food in tha jar for tha white ‘roach to feed on before securin’ tha jar’s lid –which had holes he drilled in so tha albino “ipis” cud breathe. Tha white ‘roach wuz only forgotten when we left tha house and went to an SM mall. T’waz night already when we return’d and paver had bought his lottery ticket and then we remember’d to check on tha white roach. We were horrified to see that it has turn’d into ordinary, disgusting brown color. “Kadiri! Pakawalan niyo na yan & patayin!” {Eew! Let it go and kill it!},were ma instant words at seein ma old enemy, tha brown ‘roach. But maybe paver thought that wouldn’t be fair [kinda like cockroach racism], and so he did not release tha ‘roach. But he did relocated tha jar to a forgotten place where it wuz outta sight. Dunno if tha poor discriminated creature lived, think our maid threw him, jar and all in tha trash. Found out one thing: I’m a cockroach racist.
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I stand corrected on ma last post... Lei did not kiss Leidy's bigbro Paul. She almost did. Sowee, lei!
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Check out these phones which has GPRS. Ericsson T68 and Nokia 7210. So wut'z tha difference between phones which has WAP and phones wit GPRS? Well, according to ma mobile crazy big brover, while both connect to tha internet, WAP phones charge you even while you're in tha process of connectin', while GPRS don't charge you any cent at all so you could surf away all you like. Wit GPRS, you only git charged when you send e-mails. WAP= ma phone. GPRS= pammy's phone, brover's phone.
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I stand corrected on ma last post... Lei did not kiss Leidy's bigbro Paul. She almost did. Sowee, lei!
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Check out these phones which has GPRS. Ericsson T68 and Nokia 7210. So wut'z tha difference between phones which has WAP and phones wit GPRS? Well, according to ma mobile crazy big brover, while both connect to tha internet, WAP phones charge you even while you're in tha process of connectin', while GPRS don't charge you any cent at all so you could surf away all you like. Wit GPRS, you only git charged when you send e-mails. WAP= ma phone. GPRS= pammy's phone, brover's phone.
Monday, October 21
[Tha Post Dedikeyted To Ol Flips]
Lagnat. Sipon. Ubo. Kelan ba aco tatantanan ng mga mikrobyo? Pinakain tuloy aco ni maver ng apple na lasang singkamas. At kelangan ko na naman uling magpatak ng gamot sa tenga para di na sumakit. Alam ko reklamador aco. Buti na lang pede ko nang tigilan yun para sa ilong. Pati yung para sa bibig, di ko na muna kelangan kaya binigay ko na lang kay maver kase madalas syang magka-asthma. Reklamador talaga aco lalo na pag may sakit kase spoiled brat aco {sabi ni pi-ay-si}. Kahapon nga, galing kami ng church, eh anlayo kaya ng church sa bahay namin kaya labag sa loob kong maglakad pauwi. Naisip ko yun habang iniintay ko si maver magbihis before kami umuwi. Eh usually, binibigyan ni maver si brover ng pamasahe para di na siya maglakad pauwi. Bale, binibigyan siya ni maver ng pan-traysikel na pang-dalawa kase kasabay niya palagi gerlpren niya. [Isip: iintayin kong bigyan ni maver si brover ng pamasahe, pag binigyan niya, magrereklamo aco na ayoko ring maglakad, at mas may excuse aco dahil maysakit aco.] Kaso, hinde nag-alok ng pamasahe si maver kay brover dahil ala pala syang barya. Siyempre, nagpilit aco na sumakay pa rin kami {hingi pamasahe kay paver}. Ang init kaya non, eh tanghaling tapat yon eh! Mamaya, mahimatay pa aco sa init,diba?
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Bakit ba lagi na lang may nag-i-interpretative act/dance ng "Baliw" {Sino ang dakila? Sino ang tunay na baliw?} at may nagsasayaw ng hawaiian {Pearly Shells} sa mga beauty contests?
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[English ulet]
Last Thursday at Pammy's boithday pahtee, I've realized that I have a pretty strong threshold for booze. By midnight, leidy wuz throwin up in tha john, ma pardner in crime wuz gettin pink in tha cheeks, and lei wuz kissin' leidy's big bro and had imprecise steps to her walk. [Quotin’ ma paver: “Bakit pa-ekis-ekis maglakad yung kaibigan mo?”] Meanwhile I, who had drunk 1 black Russian (tamed wit ice), 2 big gulps of slimed sex (tastes like margarita), 3 sips of margarita, 2 sips of hot sex (spiked milk), 1 and 1/2 shots of Cuervo, and 2 glasses Asti, wuz not throwin up, not lookin' pink in tha cheeks, not kissin' anyone's brotha, and walkin' straight. Not until I came home to tha safety of ma room, anyway. Then tha world began to spin....
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now that sembreak's here, i kinda mis'd tests so.. here's yet another test...
You're adept, swift, and great at almost any game.
Pair this with your love for world culture, and you make
the perfect Amazing Race contestant. Ready, set, go!
What Reality TV Show Should You Be On? Click Here to Find Out!
Lagnat. Sipon. Ubo. Kelan ba aco tatantanan ng mga mikrobyo? Pinakain tuloy aco ni maver ng apple na lasang singkamas. At kelangan ko na naman uling magpatak ng gamot sa tenga para di na sumakit. Alam ko reklamador aco. Buti na lang pede ko nang tigilan yun para sa ilong. Pati yung para sa bibig, di ko na muna kelangan kaya binigay ko na lang kay maver kase madalas syang magka-asthma. Reklamador talaga aco lalo na pag may sakit kase spoiled brat aco {sabi ni pi-ay-si}. Kahapon nga, galing kami ng church, eh anlayo kaya ng church sa bahay namin kaya labag sa loob kong maglakad pauwi. Naisip ko yun habang iniintay ko si maver magbihis before kami umuwi. Eh usually, binibigyan ni maver si brover ng pamasahe para di na siya maglakad pauwi. Bale, binibigyan siya ni maver ng pan-traysikel na pang-dalawa kase kasabay niya palagi gerlpren niya. [Isip: iintayin kong bigyan ni maver si brover ng pamasahe, pag binigyan niya, magrereklamo aco na ayoko ring maglakad, at mas may excuse aco dahil maysakit aco.] Kaso, hinde nag-alok ng pamasahe si maver kay brover dahil ala pala syang barya. Siyempre, nagpilit aco na sumakay pa rin kami {hingi pamasahe kay paver}. Ang init kaya non, eh tanghaling tapat yon eh! Mamaya, mahimatay pa aco sa init,diba?
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Bakit ba lagi na lang may nag-i-interpretative act/dance ng "Baliw" {Sino ang dakila? Sino ang tunay na baliw?} at may nagsasayaw ng hawaiian {Pearly Shells} sa mga beauty contests?
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[English ulet]
Last Thursday at Pammy's boithday pahtee, I've realized that I have a pretty strong threshold for booze. By midnight, leidy wuz throwin up in tha john, ma pardner in crime wuz gettin pink in tha cheeks, and lei wuz kissin' leidy's big bro and had imprecise steps to her walk. [Quotin’ ma paver: “Bakit pa-ekis-ekis maglakad yung kaibigan mo?”] Meanwhile I, who had drunk 1 black Russian (tamed wit ice), 2 big gulps of slimed sex (tastes like margarita), 3 sips of margarita, 2 sips of hot sex (spiked milk), 1 and 1/2 shots of Cuervo, and 2 glasses Asti, wuz not throwin up, not lookin' pink in tha cheeks, not kissin' anyone's brotha, and walkin' straight. Not until I came home to tha safety of ma room, anyway. Then tha world began to spin....
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now that sembreak's here, i kinda mis'd tests so.. here's yet another test...
You Should Be On The Amazing Race!
You're adept, swift, and great at almost any game.
Pair this with your love for world culture, and you make
the perfect Amazing Race contestant. Ready, set, go!
What Reality TV Show Should You Be On? Click Here to Find Out!
Thursday, October 17
My fave sandals has been missin’ for three days now and I am goin’ paranoid wit frustration. That shoes has been wit me for two years. It is my most comfy semi-tsinelas which I can wear out. I’ve searched every inch of ma house and… IT IS CLEAR THAT IT’S NOWHERE IN THE HOUSE. I’m goin’ paranoid that I begin to suspect everyone.
Like:
Ma maver {“Buti nga yun ang nawala lumang- luma na yun eh!”} ->that old piece of trash happen to cost me P700+ when I bought it. I suspect that she threw it away. Ma maver always had a knack for throwin or givin away thangs I like. Ma fave shorts, for instance. I have all of 5 fave one-of-a-kind unusual pairs when I wuz a kid and I didn’t bought em all at once. It wuz hard findin’ each one of em, so imagine tha look on ma twelve-year-old face when I came home one day to find ma twin cousins wearin’ one each –and- PINAMBAHAY LANG NILA. Dear maver easily discarded them beloved shorts of mine [all 5 of em] to tha twins ‘coz “ala na silang masuot pambahay” and as goin away gifts since they’re goin’ home tha next day.
Anyway, on to tha next suspect…
Our new maid ->just took it and made a dash for her room.
Our boarders ->one of ‘em could have faked a phone call as excuse to go to our house, easily slipped it on and made a run towards their place.
Ma brover ->he hid it out of pure spite.
This is silly. But still… WHO’D WANT MA SMELLY OLD SHOES? Callin’ ma Suki shoes, left shoe and right … please come out and be found by me already! I’m getting’ blisters wit ma other shoes!
Like:
Ma maver {“Buti nga yun ang nawala lumang- luma na yun eh!”} ->that old piece of trash happen to cost me P700+ when I bought it. I suspect that she threw it away. Ma maver always had a knack for throwin or givin away thangs I like. Ma fave shorts, for instance. I have all of 5 fave one-of-a-kind unusual pairs when I wuz a kid and I didn’t bought em all at once. It wuz hard findin’ each one of em, so imagine tha look on ma twelve-year-old face when I came home one day to find ma twin cousins wearin’ one each –and- PINAMBAHAY LANG NILA. Dear maver easily discarded them beloved shorts of mine [all 5 of em] to tha twins ‘coz “ala na silang masuot pambahay” and as goin away gifts since they’re goin’ home tha next day.
Anyway, on to tha next suspect…
Our new maid ->just took it and made a dash for her room.
Our boarders ->one of ‘em could have faked a phone call as excuse to go to our house, easily slipped it on and made a run towards their place.
Ma brover ->he hid it out of pure spite.
This is silly. But still… WHO’D WANT MA SMELLY OLD SHOES? Callin’ ma Suki shoes, left shoe and right … please come out and be found by me already! I’m getting’ blisters wit ma other shoes!
Monday, October 14
Yay! Sembreak!
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Ma friend has been complainin’ that I haven’t been updating ma blog lately. But I do. I update ma blog regularly –tha private one. . .;-)
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Last day of school had Patwee wonderin’ why tha day felt just like an ordinary one. In fact, “sad” is tha word she used to describe tha day. It seemed students were in no hurry to get away from school to a place where they could chill. I would have thought it to be an ordinary day too, if it weren’t for tha white scraps of reviewers triumphantly strewn all over tha place.
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Ma bigbro is such a nuisance! About a week or two ago, I checked to see why it took so long for ma bathwater to boil on tha stove only to find out that ma kettle had been removed and replaced with someone else’s boilin’ kettle. I had been hopin’ to get to school on time. And so I replaced ma kettle &went to complain to ma maver for bringing him into tha world. And instead I got tha you-should-be-as-nice-to-your-bro-as-you-are-to-your-friends speech mothers give. And although bro’s li’l prank diden bother me much and neither did maver’s speech, I suddenly think back on occasions when maver gives his firstborn more food, more money, more thangs, and I know mum loves him more. And sometimes every other sentence outta ma mouth directed at ma mum has double meanings and is tinted wit jealousy over ma bro, and now that I think about it, every other sentence outta ma maver’s mouth, on tha other hand has double meanings tinted wit jealousy over ma bigbro’s gurl.
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Ma friend has been complainin’ that I haven’t been updating ma blog lately. But I do. I update ma blog regularly –tha private one. . .;-)
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Last day of school had Patwee wonderin’ why tha day felt just like an ordinary one. In fact, “sad” is tha word she used to describe tha day. It seemed students were in no hurry to get away from school to a place where they could chill. I would have thought it to be an ordinary day too, if it weren’t for tha white scraps of reviewers triumphantly strewn all over tha place.
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Ma bigbro is such a nuisance! About a week or two ago, I checked to see why it took so long for ma bathwater to boil on tha stove only to find out that ma kettle had been removed and replaced with someone else’s boilin’ kettle. I had been hopin’ to get to school on time. And so I replaced ma kettle &went to complain to ma maver for bringing him into tha world. And instead I got tha you-should-be-as-nice-to-your-bro-as-you-are-to-your-friends speech mothers give. And although bro’s li’l prank diden bother me much and neither did maver’s speech, I suddenly think back on occasions when maver gives his firstborn more food, more money, more thangs, and I know mum loves him more. And sometimes every other sentence outta ma mouth directed at ma mum has double meanings and is tinted wit jealousy over ma bro, and now that I think about it, every other sentence outta ma maver’s mouth, on tha other hand has double meanings tinted wit jealousy over ma bigbro’s gurl.
Monday, October 7
The other day's game shoulda wiped out the smug-lookin' expressions off them proud La Sallian faces. I actually have a crush on one of the Green Archer players. Still, I'd rather root for Ateneo than hear another word of La Sallian praise from tha stupid, biased, muthafucka emcees of the UAAP championship game last Sat. Oh, and I also believe I caused some form of misery on ma ex by rootin' for his school's rival.
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Watched "About A Boy" tha other day on vcd and noticed sumthin'. Banlag si Hugh Grant. Just look at him below.
His eyes don't seem to focus. Like they're lookin' at two things at tha same time. HUGH GRANT HAVE SEPARATED EYES. Buti pa si Justin Chambers {just watched Pam's The Wedding Planner vcd}.Has better, gorgeous lookin' eyes.
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Watched "About A Boy" tha other day on vcd and noticed sumthin'. Banlag si Hugh Grant. Just look at him below.
His eyes don't seem to focus. Like they're lookin' at two things at tha same time. HUGH GRANT HAVE SEPARATED EYES. Buti pa si Justin Chambers {just watched Pam's The Wedding Planner vcd}.Has better, gorgeous lookin' eyes.
Sunday, September 29
My Multi-Lingual Posts:
English:
My friends think I’m a slob. Actually, I’m not. Tha black nail polish smear down both arms were all ruth’s fault. Since she agreed to have her nails trimmed, I thought she’d be even more grateful if I painted her nails for her too. Painting my arms wuz not included in tha plan but that’s tha thanks I got from her for tryin’ to improve her nails. Tha salsa on ma hand wuz entirely lei’s fault. No one forced her to let me have a bite of her food. And the chocolate stain down tha front of ma blouse? Must sue Nestlé for improper sealin’ of their bottled drinks. Tha same drink got ma friend pam spillin’ a quarter of its contents on tha quail eggs she wuz eatin’ tha same day.
Tagalog:
Nung isang linggo, pinatabi ako ni Leidy sa isang tsonggo. Gusto daw niya akong kuhanan ng litrato kasama ng tsonggo. Mukha naman siyang mabait kaya lapit naman ako. Nanghahablot pala ang lokong tsonggo. Hablutin ba naman ang kamay ko paglapit ko sa kanya. Hindi ko naman pinangarap makipag-holding hands sa isang tsonggo.
Ayoko sanang mag-post dahil ayokong humaba ang arkibo ko {archives} na sing-haba na ng sapatos ng kuya ko. Kahit anong gawin ko, di ko malipat from “weekly” to “monthly” ang arkibo ko. Kaya sa mga nakakaalam, tulungan nyo naman ako sa suliranin kong ito.
French:
Ce matin, le soleil brillait. Je ne me sens pas bien parce que je suis enrhume. Je voudrais rester au lit tous jour. Pouvez-vous comprende ce que je dis?
English:
My friends think I’m a slob. Actually, I’m not. Tha black nail polish smear down both arms were all ruth’s fault. Since she agreed to have her nails trimmed, I thought she’d be even more grateful if I painted her nails for her too. Painting my arms wuz not included in tha plan but that’s tha thanks I got from her for tryin’ to improve her nails. Tha salsa on ma hand wuz entirely lei’s fault. No one forced her to let me have a bite of her food. And the chocolate stain down tha front of ma blouse? Must sue Nestlé for improper sealin’ of their bottled drinks. Tha same drink got ma friend pam spillin’ a quarter of its contents on tha quail eggs she wuz eatin’ tha same day.
Tagalog:
Nung isang linggo, pinatabi ako ni Leidy sa isang tsonggo. Gusto daw niya akong kuhanan ng litrato kasama ng tsonggo. Mukha naman siyang mabait kaya lapit naman ako. Nanghahablot pala ang lokong tsonggo. Hablutin ba naman ang kamay ko paglapit ko sa kanya. Hindi ko naman pinangarap makipag-holding hands sa isang tsonggo.
Ayoko sanang mag-post dahil ayokong humaba ang arkibo ko {archives} na sing-haba na ng sapatos ng kuya ko. Kahit anong gawin ko, di ko malipat from “weekly” to “monthly” ang arkibo ko. Kaya sa mga nakakaalam, tulungan nyo naman ako sa suliranin kong ito.
French:
Ce matin, le soleil brillait. Je ne me sens pas bien parce que je suis enrhume. Je voudrais rester au lit tous jour. Pouvez-vous comprende ce que je dis?
Wednesday, September 25
Took a coupla tests today...
discover what candy you are @ stvlive.com
What day are you?
this test is for leidy
Which Buffy Girl Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty
this one's for ruth:
What's Your Sexual MO? Find out @ She's Crafty
take the non-offensive quiz.
and go to mewing.net. laura = great.
 I tashte like Alcohol.Heh. Heh. I taste like beer. I like beer. Buy me a beer. I'm not drunk, I can drink plenty without... What was I saying? Beer. What Flavour Are You? |
discover what candy you are @ stvlive.com
What day are you?
this test is for leidy
Which Buffy Girl Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty
this one's for ruth:
What's Your Sexual MO? Find out @ She's Crafty
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What are you? Visit survey.JUNKIE! |
take the non-offensive quiz.
and go to mewing.net. laura = great.
Saturday, September 21
Friday, September 20
The annoying self-proclaimed cheerleaders are back wit vengeance. This time more annoying than ever... me wit a big yellow banner that reads "Beat La Salle!" ["Go Tigers!" on tha other side], and Ruth who diden let a second pass witout shoutin' "Kup@_!" to every referee, player, and person who had anything to do wit tha Green Archers' increasing score. Wavin' ma big, proud yellow banner seemed to have produced results: It got both Leidy [who sits at ma left] and the person in front of me up from their seats to transfer to a place away from me, and got Ruth [tha person at ma right] shouting,"Ano ba! di ako makakita!" [Quit that! You're blockin' ma vision!]at me, to name just two. After awhile, I quitted tha act. I ensued support on ma seat silently pleadin' tha Archers to stop adding points to our humiliation. We were hungry for every basket, and every point scored would result to an exaggerated yell from all. Every now and then, I would stop ma silent pleas, change ma mind and shout tha last words to a fadin' cheer -surprisin' ma new seatmate at tha left by bein' tha total schizo that i am. I, in turn hafta protect maself from ma own right seatmate [loud ruth] by stayin out of her tramplin' feet's way. Those same dangerous feet crushed Leidy's Loreal lipstick in her bag last UAAP. Last five minutes of tha game had been dark for me -bein' covered in ma big, proud yellow banner I draped at ma'self.
In conclusion, I could say that we paid 50 pesos:
1)for the aircondition.
2)to be part of tha "UE wave".
3)to witness popcorn fly as part of tha UE wave crowd came in collision wit a roving popcorn vendor.
4)to witness two UE wave boys pay for the overturned buckets of overpriced popcorn.
5)to see Leidy cheer for Ateneo's Fonancier.
6)to hear a man from tha back shout at Leidy for cheerin' at tha opposite bleacher's team.
7)to hear Ateneo's Gregorian chant cheer once again.
8)to see how great tha UE cheerin' squad ballroomdanced.
*We can't git enuf of tha UE ballroom-dance-way-of-cheerin' so back to Araneta is where we're at tomorrow.*
In conclusion, I could say that we paid 50 pesos:
1)for the aircondition.
2)to be part of tha "UE wave".
3)to witness popcorn fly as part of tha UE wave crowd came in collision wit a roving popcorn vendor.
4)to witness two UE wave boys pay for the overturned buckets of overpriced popcorn.
5)to see Leidy cheer for Ateneo's Fonancier.
6)to hear a man from tha back shout at Leidy for cheerin' at tha opposite bleacher's team.
7)to hear Ateneo's Gregorian chant cheer once again.
8)to see how great tha UE cheerin' squad ballroomdanced.
*We can't git enuf of tha UE ballroom-dance-way-of-cheerin' so back to Araneta is where we're at tomorrow.*
Monday, September 16
Hey! Lookit tha date! Three years na dapat kami ng ex ko today. Juz rememberin' tha fool who made me love & cry. {"Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are it might have been.." }
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Yesterday, ma bigbro wuz ecstatic at having seen Angel Aquino at tha parking area of Megamall. "Nakita ko kili-kili ni Angel!",he bragged. He wuz still kinikilig when he told us that Angel happened to be scratching her ear, and that's how he got tha chance to view her lovely 'pit. He wuz not impressed by Angel's feet though -which according to him, looks like an old man's feet. "Kaya lang, pangit paa niya, mukhang pang-matanda!"
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Found an alumni website for ma current school. Thomasians, check it out!
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Check this new love test i've unearthed!
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Yesterday, ma bigbro wuz ecstatic at having seen Angel Aquino at tha parking area of Megamall. "Nakita ko kili-kili ni Angel!",he bragged. He wuz still kinikilig when he told us that Angel happened to be scratching her ear, and that's how he got tha chance to view her lovely 'pit. He wuz not impressed by Angel's feet though -which according to him, looks like an old man's feet. "Kaya lang, pangit paa niya, mukhang pang-matanda!"
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Found an alumni website for ma current school. Thomasians, check it out!
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Check this new love test i've unearthed!
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Friday, September 13
Found an alumni website for ma old school yesterday. Check it out, Johnites!
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Wednesday, September 11
I don’t understand the logic of includin’ templates in Nokia phones. If they think we’d be savin’ time by juz editin’ their stupid templates, I think searchin’ for the right template to edit would consume more time than if we’d juz type the message ourselves. Aside from this, their ready-made templates could not be deleted no matter wut so that I can’t store more picture messages ‘coz damn templates are usin’ up precious space. So I’ve decided to edit them. Might as well. Now ma templates read:
1) I’m in a meeting. Call me when I start to fall asleep.
2) Meeting is cancelled because I scheduled for a pedicure.
3) I am late. I will be there when the sun sets.
4) See you in your birthday suit.
5) See you on my ninetieth birthday.
6) Sorry, I can’t help you in this lifetime.
7) I will be arriving at 80 kilometers per hour.
8) Please call the dog by its proper name.
9) I’m at home. Please call the fire department station.
10) I’m at work. Please call at your own risk.
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Found out that some Tagalog words translate to English figuratively and literally. An example is ma fave word for ma good friend ruth -tha Tagalog word “pokpok” –a verb, which translated into English, is “hit”. Literally, both words mean to strike, beat, or knock sumthin’ as in “hit tha nail wit a hammer” or “pukpokin ng martilyo ang pako”. At tha same time, both words have tha same figurative meaning which translates to flirting. Example: Tagalog: Pinopokpok ni Ruth si Ben. English: Ruth is hitting on Ben. Galing, noh?
1) I’m in a meeting. Call me when I start to fall asleep.
2) Meeting is cancelled because I scheduled for a pedicure.
3) I am late. I will be there when the sun sets.
4) See you in your birthday suit.
5) See you on my ninetieth birthday.
6) Sorry, I can’t help you in this lifetime.
7) I will be arriving at 80 kilometers per hour.
8) Please call the dog by its proper name.
9) I’m at home. Please call the fire department station.
10) I’m at work. Please call at your own risk.
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Found out that some Tagalog words translate to English figuratively and literally. An example is ma fave word for ma good friend ruth -tha Tagalog word “pokpok” –a verb, which translated into English, is “hit”. Literally, both words mean to strike, beat, or knock sumthin’ as in “hit tha nail wit a hammer” or “pukpokin ng martilyo ang pako”. At tha same time, both words have tha same figurative meaning which translates to flirting. Example: Tagalog: Pinopokpok ni Ruth si Ben. English: Ruth is hitting on Ben. Galing, noh?
Monday, September 9
Ruth’s entry about her childhood crushes made me think about my own. I had my first when I wuz in kinder II but before that I used to be a loser in kinder I, where I remember being teased by an obnoxious classmate on tha table where I wuz seated. We were seated six to a table. And tha obnoxious gurl would be singin’ a song that goes “Red1, blue2, green3, yellow4, pink5…” all at once pointing to everyone else on tha table but me. I would protest then, claiming “pink 5” to be me. To which she would say no, she wuz pink 5. She would then end tha song by taunting me and singing,” Sunshine wala! Umuwi ka na!” I think she wuz jealous. Dark and ugly as she wuz. I’d never forget that incident so that years later when I wuz more popular and she wuz suckin’ up to me, I paid her no attention.
Well, anyway, in kinder II, I had my first crush as I have said. He was also my dance partner in nursery but he did not appeal to me then. His name is Thaddeus and he was seated next to me on the table. He was cute and nice. Thaddeus would always bring Dial soap wit him so all those seated at our table could wash our hands before eatin’. There was this irritating guy seated on my left named Christopher and he’d irritate tha hell outta me til Thaddeus would tell him,” Hindi kita papahiramin ng sabon. Inaaway mo siya eh!” referring to me. Christopher would stop teasin’ me for a while until after he had used tha soap, then he’ll start in on me again. It got to be so that one day I got fed up and shouted at tha Christopher guy, “Ano ba? May gusto ka ba sa akin?!” To which he turned red. What’s funny is I can’t remember tha gift Thaddeus gave me when I had a birthday party in school but I could remember Christopher’s gift. The others gave me expensive little cute gifts well-wrapped by their ‘rents. Christopher gave me a half-eaten bag of Chips Ahoy barely wrapped in wrinkled wrapping paper. I remember well coz my dad wuz laughin’ over it and wonderin’ to whom it came from. He said it looks like “itinakas lang sa bahay”. Well, I found out it wuz from Christopher tha next day when I finished handin’ thank you cards to everyone who gave me gifts. Tha teacher approached me wit Christopher trailin’ behind wearin’ a hurt look on his face. Tha teacher asked me how come Christopher didn’t git any card. Me: “Because he did not give me a gift?” Teacher: “He did. [to Christopher]: What was your gift?” Christopher: “cookies.” Me: “That’s because you didn’t put your name on tha gift.” Teacher: “You should have indicated your name!”
Well, anyway, in kinder II, I had my first crush as I have said. He was also my dance partner in nursery but he did not appeal to me then. His name is Thaddeus and he was seated next to me on the table. He was cute and nice. Thaddeus would always bring Dial soap wit him so all those seated at our table could wash our hands before eatin’. There was this irritating guy seated on my left named Christopher and he’d irritate tha hell outta me til Thaddeus would tell him,” Hindi kita papahiramin ng sabon. Inaaway mo siya eh!” referring to me. Christopher would stop teasin’ me for a while until after he had used tha soap, then he’ll start in on me again. It got to be so that one day I got fed up and shouted at tha Christopher guy, “Ano ba? May gusto ka ba sa akin?!” To which he turned red. What’s funny is I can’t remember tha gift Thaddeus gave me when I had a birthday party in school but I could remember Christopher’s gift. The others gave me expensive little cute gifts well-wrapped by their ‘rents. Christopher gave me a half-eaten bag of Chips Ahoy barely wrapped in wrinkled wrapping paper. I remember well coz my dad wuz laughin’ over it and wonderin’ to whom it came from. He said it looks like “itinakas lang sa bahay”. Well, I found out it wuz from Christopher tha next day when I finished handin’ thank you cards to everyone who gave me gifts. Tha teacher approached me wit Christopher trailin’ behind wearin’ a hurt look on his face. Tha teacher asked me how come Christopher didn’t git any card. Me: “Because he did not give me a gift?” Teacher: “He did. [to Christopher]: What was your gift?” Christopher: “cookies.” Me: “That’s because you didn’t put your name on tha gift.” Teacher: “You should have indicated your name!”
Saturday, September 7
A thousand and one curses. Streamed down on me from ma faver's mouth. "Antanga-tanga mo talaga! Hindi kasi tumawag muna, sabi ko na kahapon, tumawag ka muna eh! Nag-aaksaya ka ng gasolina! Parang dati, iniwan ka na pala! Yadda yadda yadda...!" A hundred more when we arrived home. "O, bat ayaw mo pang bumaba ng kotse? Iintayin mo pang ipasok uli [ang kotse] eh aalis nga ako! O hindi pa isasara ang gate!" [You're such an airhead! Don't wait til the driver parks the car inside! I have somewhere to go to! Get out of the car! And close the gate behind you!] To which I replied,"Isasara ko ang gate eh aalis ka nga ulit" [Why shoiuld I close the gate when you just said you have to go again?] To which he said,"Eh kung masingitan tayo?"
Friday, September 6
Freaked ma friends out last Tuesday when I cut Theology class and showed up wit an oversized Chinese- lookin' male. 'Think they thought he wuz ma boyfriend! [Hwhaaaatt?!?!!! Boyfriend daw o!!!!!] Well, nuthin' to worry about, ma dear friends. I barely knew tha guy! Nag-usap lang kami! Y'all hafta understand that Sese's three-hour killer lecture drove me to do it.
Tuesday, September 3
Church and Emotional Boyfriends
Our church has a new look. It's blue and lavander and it's better than its old color green. [sorry, ruth!] I think our church gets repainted every two years. It's a tedious job 'cause they scrape off all paint and varnish on tha walls, tha ceilings and everythin' else. Since such a huge job would take long to finish, they don't postpone church services, and it'd be odd to remove tha poles tha construction men hafta climb to do their jobs when there's a church service goin' on only to put em back up again later. So we hafta attend church wit all these poles all over tha place. So that no one wants to get married coz who would want a wedding wit tha church havin' all those poles in their wedding photos? Well, anyway, at least tha atmosphere hasn't changed. One thing that'll never change perhaps in our church is tha atmosphere. How everythin's so sacred,and some would say rigid. Wut I love most is when tha moment comes after five or more songs bein' sung, when the piano would stop playin' as cue for the minister to announce that the service is startin' and that we could join in singin' praises. I don't like singing praises. Wut I like is tha moment of silence before tha minister speaks. Sometimes it would be prolonged a bit and I’d always be awed at how a thousand souls would hold their breath and keep their silence, wit only occassional coughings heard. All one thousand of us bein' quiet at tha same time. Imagine if i had that power over people? I know how most of us would want to talk or break tha silence or go to tha john but won't. I know I do. I want to speak smugly to both seatmates and tell em I know wut they're thinkin'. That they're trin' not to talk. Even in ways of standin' for tha prayers, everyone has that meek posture. Slightly bowed heads, and weights shiftin' to one leg, never a straight posture in sight. I'd love to scream and break tha silence and do some crazy thing. As a kid, I used to want to run from where the kids are bein' banished at tha back to tha front of tha church up tha podium and into the powerful minister. I wanna know if he'd git irritated and have someone take me away or find me cute. Sometimes, I still wanna do that but I don't have tha excuse of bein' a child anymore. When I have ma own kids, I'll encourage those kinds of things in them.
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I have always been single as far as I can remember. Except for ma ex two or three years ago which doesn't really count anyway. Wut I now realize is that I have not been as single as I thought I always was. I had emotional boyfriends. Boys who ain't ma physical boyfriend. Boys I don't date, don't get to see too much, don't hug, don't kiss, don’t touch. The ones that are there for me when I need to vent out angst and the ones that amuse me wit their fascination wit me. Same thing for me. Don’t give me as much stress. I cry over them, they cry over me but I don’t relally give much thought since di naman kami. And I can have as many emotional boyfriends as I want all at tha same time and can turn to one when tha other isn’t around although I always have a personal favorite. I haven’t asked mum yet if havin’ a boyfiriend is legal. But surely, she could grant me an emotional boyfriend. To my personal favorite emotional boyfriend, I love you like you’re mine.
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Our church has a new look. It's blue and lavander and it's better than its old color green. [sorry, ruth!] I think our church gets repainted every two years. It's a tedious job 'cause they scrape off all paint and varnish on tha walls, tha ceilings and everythin' else. Since such a huge job would take long to finish, they don't postpone church services, and it'd be odd to remove tha poles tha construction men hafta climb to do their jobs when there's a church service goin' on only to put em back up again later. So we hafta attend church wit all these poles all over tha place. So that no one wants to get married coz who would want a wedding wit tha church havin' all those poles in their wedding photos? Well, anyway, at least tha atmosphere hasn't changed. One thing that'll never change perhaps in our church is tha atmosphere. How everythin's so sacred,and some would say rigid. Wut I love most is when tha moment comes after five or more songs bein' sung, when the piano would stop playin' as cue for the minister to announce that the service is startin' and that we could join in singin' praises. I don't like singing praises. Wut I like is tha moment of silence before tha minister speaks. Sometimes it would be prolonged a bit and I’d always be awed at how a thousand souls would hold their breath and keep their silence, wit only occassional coughings heard. All one thousand of us bein' quiet at tha same time. Imagine if i had that power over people? I know how most of us would want to talk or break tha silence or go to tha john but won't. I know I do. I want to speak smugly to both seatmates and tell em I know wut they're thinkin'. That they're trin' not to talk. Even in ways of standin' for tha prayers, everyone has that meek posture. Slightly bowed heads, and weights shiftin' to one leg, never a straight posture in sight. I'd love to scream and break tha silence and do some crazy thing. As a kid, I used to want to run from where the kids are bein' banished at tha back to tha front of tha church up tha podium and into the powerful minister. I wanna know if he'd git irritated and have someone take me away or find me cute. Sometimes, I still wanna do that but I don't have tha excuse of bein' a child anymore. When I have ma own kids, I'll encourage those kinds of things in them.
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I have always been single as far as I can remember. Except for ma ex two or three years ago which doesn't really count anyway. Wut I now realize is that I have not been as single as I thought I always was. I had emotional boyfriends. Boys who ain't ma physical boyfriend. Boys I don't date, don't get to see too much, don't hug, don't kiss, don’t touch. The ones that are there for me when I need to vent out angst and the ones that amuse me wit their fascination wit me. Same thing for me. Don’t give me as much stress. I cry over them, they cry over me but I don’t relally give much thought since di naman kami. And I can have as many emotional boyfriends as I want all at tha same time and can turn to one when tha other isn’t around although I always have a personal favorite. I haven’t asked mum yet if havin’ a boyfiriend is legal. But surely, she could grant me an emotional boyfriend. To my personal favorite emotional boyfriend, I love you like you’re mine.
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Saturday, August 31
I'd like to post about a guy whose real name is Gian.. Sometimes I like him, sometimes I don't. Gian, you...@*$$%!!!!! I hate you! Wish you'd stop suckin' on me! You're too much! I wish you'd git a life!!!!! I know you can't read this so haha! GIAN IS A FAG!
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Thursday, August 29
I'm sick. Mum's sick. So I took heart and washed tha dishes. I washed mine. I washed paver's coz he's my dad. I left ma brother's dirty plate unwashed. I only felt a bit guilty. Why should I hafta wash his dishes? He could very well wash his own when when his gurlfriend dines wit us. Why won't he wash his own plate when tha gurlfriend doesn't dine wit us? Besides, if I washed all tha dishes, mum would think HE washed tha dishes for us all. Better leave his plate unwashed so he won't take credit for my dishwashin' skills.
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Tuesday, August 27
Sunday, August 25
Where is my post? Ugh. I swear I posted a foot-long post last Friday. Only, it seems to be missin'... where.is.it? Have I accidentally posted it on someone else's blog? Well, anyway, I'll try to recount a li'l of wut happened last week...
Last Thursday, I screamed dinosaur cheers at tha backs of the poor girls in front of us [shoot! shoot! shooooot!], I spinned myself dizzy to cheers that require only hands to spin, and still we did not win. [damn that la salle] I should have casted a spell...
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I also watched a show on cable [channel 56 -a jap. channel that reads "win" on top] where two leetle gurls were walkin' tha streets at night and luggin' behind grocery bags almost as big as them. When one of em cries, each appeases tha other but when both gurls cry, no one appeases them. [not even tha cameraman and tha translator who follows them around wit a hidden cam] When they got home, gurl one wuz like, mom, open up, we're home, and when tha mother opened it, gurl one wuz like, it was really heavy! and both gurls start bawling. Turned out t'was a show about li'l gurls goin' out and shoppin' on their own for tha first time... Goin' to tha mall and goin' home by their own wee selves. Angkyot.
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JVT is no ogre. He had no sense of dressing but he was nice. His niceness [punta lang kayo dito pag may problema kayo..] wuz his silent pleadin' for us not to do anythin that would interfere wit his palanca filled future.
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Last Thursday, I screamed dinosaur cheers at tha backs of the poor girls in front of us [shoot! shoot! shooooot!], I spinned myself dizzy to cheers that require only hands to spin, and still we did not win. [damn that la salle] I should have casted a spell...
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I also watched a show on cable [channel 56 -a jap. channel that reads "win" on top] where two leetle gurls were walkin' tha streets at night and luggin' behind grocery bags almost as big as them. When one of em cries, each appeases tha other but when both gurls cry, no one appeases them. [not even tha cameraman and tha translator who follows them around wit a hidden cam] When they got home, gurl one wuz like, mom, open up, we're home, and when tha mother opened it, gurl one wuz like, it was really heavy! and both gurls start bawling. Turned out t'was a show about li'l gurls goin' out and shoppin' on their own for tha first time... Goin' to tha mall and goin' home by their own wee selves. Angkyot.
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JVT is no ogre. He had no sense of dressing but he was nice. His niceness [punta lang kayo dito pag may problema kayo..] wuz his silent pleadin' for us not to do anythin that would interfere wit his palanca filled future.
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Wednesday, August 21
You are gettin' sleepy. Your eyes are gettin' heavy. I am drowsy from four hours of sleep. Maver entered ma room at 7 and started talkin' to ma sleepin' ass. She wouldn't stop talkin' until she saw me git up from ma bed. Why am I still awake at 3am? Because I feel guilty! Si Patricia and Ruth kasi eh!
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Where are the Axe gurls? I'm missin' em today. No gurls in skimpy black at tha Netopia today. Mebbe they realized that no one in his right mind would let somebody else put deodorant on them? How do they do it anyway? Do they approach or do they get approached? [Hey, mister! I think you stink! Can I...?] or [Hey, I forgot to put deodorant today, can you...?] And suppose that someone volunteers? Do the Axe gurls get to strip him his tee? Or do they just roll his sleeves up? Do they wash him first? Or do they put Axe deodorant over tha deodorant he used so that he'd come out of Netopia as Tha Stud Of Mixed Deodorant Smells?
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What kind of policeman would go and tell you "Nasa hitsura mo kasi na may cellphone ka eh!" [You really look like someone who has mobile!]
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Where are the Axe gurls? I'm missin' em today. No gurls in skimpy black at tha Netopia today. Mebbe they realized that no one in his right mind would let somebody else put deodorant on them? How do they do it anyway? Do they approach or do they get approached? [Hey, mister! I think you stink! Can I...?] or [Hey, I forgot to put deodorant today, can you...?] And suppose that someone volunteers? Do the Axe gurls get to strip him his tee? Or do they just roll his sleeves up? Do they wash him first? Or do they put Axe deodorant over tha deodorant he used so that he'd come out of Netopia as Tha Stud Of Mixed Deodorant Smells?
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What kind of policeman would go and tell you "Nasa hitsura mo kasi na may cellphone ka eh!" [You really look like someone who has mobile!]
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Thursday, August 15
Ma brother wuz bein' a bitch yesterday so I...
1] turned tha volume of ma stereo to tha highest notch to disturb his sleep.
2] locked ma room before leavin' tha house so that he could not come & turn it off.
3] threw his casette tape where our car's tires would surely go over before ridin' tha car &tellin' our driver to hit tha road and hurry.
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How was I supposed to know that Greenwhich doesn't accept deliveries? Last night, I call'd em up (got tha # from 114) coz i'm cravin' for a cafe blizz. So, I rattled my orders soon as someone picked up. Turns out they don't do deliveries as I said. So anyway, I was pleased when someone turned up at ma house wit ma coffee. And although it took long for him to arrive an' he was sent by way of jeep (he commuted) an' he wasn't wearin' a Greenwhich uniform an' it took time for him to gimme change coz he got it outta his wallet which he got outta his backpack pa, I was glad coz he's cute an' ma coffee came wit whipped cream. Used to be they don't serve it with whipped cream. And it tasted really good for a coffee that's worth 35pesos. Of course, I also ordered pasta and pizza so tha bill would reach P250. But i let ma demented brotha eat tha pizza coz it's only coffee I want.
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Some people who get stuck in a dilemma sing. ["Sukob na, halika na, umula't umaraw magkasama tayooo...,"] -heard from a group of guys who were stranded in tha flood wit me (tha nigga), tha control freak, and tha witch. The three of us had our own way of coping... we took pictures. in tha rain.
Other interesting creatures we encountered during tha rain:
1) a guard who thinks it's logical to keep us drowned studes from takin' refuge in our own building upon learning that tha classes are suspended.
2) a poor, sweet, slightly wet baby who stucked his lower lip out at us and grabbed ma jacket.
3) college kids who stomped their way in tha baha, splashed us in tha process, and got a scream from leidy.
We also let tha time pass by tolerating the fishball smell that would cling to us and hanging out in tha cooperative canteen while listenin' to Kathy tell stories about some acrobatic genital show in Thailand.
1] turned tha volume of ma stereo to tha highest notch to disturb his sleep.
2] locked ma room before leavin' tha house so that he could not come & turn it off.
3] threw his casette tape where our car's tires would surely go over before ridin' tha car &tellin' our driver to hit tha road and hurry.
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How was I supposed to know that Greenwhich doesn't accept deliveries? Last night, I call'd em up (got tha # from 114) coz i'm cravin' for a cafe blizz. So, I rattled my orders soon as someone picked up. Turns out they don't do deliveries as I said. So anyway, I was pleased when someone turned up at ma house wit ma coffee. And although it took long for him to arrive an' he was sent by way of jeep (he commuted) an' he wasn't wearin' a Greenwhich uniform an' it took time for him to gimme change coz he got it outta his wallet which he got outta his backpack pa, I was glad coz he's cute an' ma coffee came wit whipped cream. Used to be they don't serve it with whipped cream. And it tasted really good for a coffee that's worth 35pesos. Of course, I also ordered pasta and pizza so tha bill would reach P250. But i let ma demented brotha eat tha pizza coz it's only coffee I want.
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Some people who get stuck in a dilemma sing. ["Sukob na, halika na, umula't umaraw magkasama tayooo...,"] -heard from a group of guys who were stranded in tha flood wit me (tha nigga), tha control freak, and tha witch. The three of us had our own way of coping... we took pictures. in tha rain.
Other interesting creatures we encountered during tha rain:
1) a guard who thinks it's logical to keep us drowned studes from takin' refuge in our own building upon learning that tha classes are suspended.
2) a poor, sweet, slightly wet baby who stucked his lower lip out at us and grabbed ma jacket.
3) college kids who stomped their way in tha baha, splashed us in tha process, and got a scream from leidy.
We also let tha time pass by tolerating the fishball smell that would cling to us and hanging out in tha cooperative canteen while listenin' to Kathy tell stories about some acrobatic genital show in Thailand.
Thursday, August 8
I was browsin' through ma friend Erick's website when I came across tha new pictures he added. Erick had devoted his photo section to pictures of our highschool friends. I was browsin' along tha pictures when I came.across.myself. Not the usual pix wherein I blend with tha gang. An embarrassingly big one. With ma name under. My complete name. Oh, well, at least may mga kadamay ako.
Wednesday, August 7
My bum of a brotha decided to enrich his life by wastin’ our mint callin’ up trunklines of all kinds of gameshows. Right now, the eejit annoys me wit his fist pumpin’. Said he was tryin’ to perfect his fist pumpin’ so that he’d be able to pump his fist “tha right way” to Kris Aquino’s face while simultaneously shoutin’ “Game Na!” I’d trade brothers with Pam any day. ******
Why do the ladies sellin’ sampaguita garlands on EspaÑa across Wendy’s and KFC wear heavy make-up and dress up in skimpy tops? *******
Watchin’ Carlos Agassi on TV reminds me of LA Lopez. Both makes me wanna throw my tsinelas at tha TV. *****
Contrary to what piahse and Leidy said, I am not a gangsta! I’m a nigga! So there! ****
Supposedly,the years 2000 through 2011 is lucky for Aquarians like me. Maybe that explains why I've been sick, I am sick, I'm always sick. The gentlest of all germs get to me all tha time. Like right now I'm sick again but it has nuthin' to do wit germs. I think. Do migraine attacks involve germs? *****
Why do the ladies sellin’ sampaguita garlands on EspaÑa across Wendy’s and KFC wear heavy make-up and dress up in skimpy tops? *******
Watchin’ Carlos Agassi on TV reminds me of LA Lopez. Both makes me wanna throw my tsinelas at tha TV. *****
Contrary to what piahse and Leidy said, I am not a gangsta! I’m a nigga! So there! ****
Supposedly,the years 2000 through 2011 is lucky for Aquarians like me. Maybe that explains why I've been sick, I am sick, I'm always sick. The gentlest of all germs get to me all tha time. Like right now I'm sick again but it has nuthin' to do wit germs. I think. Do migraine attacks involve germs? *****
Sunday, July 28
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved him, and sometimes he loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held him in my arms.
And talked to him under the endless sky.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of this time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love him that's certain, but how I loved him.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch his hearing.
Because through nights like this one I held him in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost him.
Though this be the last pain that he makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for him.
-->[excerpts from Pablo Neruda's saddest poem]
I loved him, and sometimes he loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held him in my arms.
And talked to him under the endless sky.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of this time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love him that's certain, but how I loved him.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch his hearing.
Because through nights like this one I held him in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost him.
Though this be the last pain that he makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for him.
-->[excerpts from Pablo Neruda's saddest poem]
Tuesday, July 23
Every once in a while, I like to believe that souls drift away to tha third dimension while we're sleepin'. I've read this once in a book. Have you ever had fallin' dreams wherein ya really feel like fallin' for real? Tha book explains this as tha soul not bein' able to have a proper landing comin' back to tha body. Have you also ever felt that you can't talk or move seconds after wakin' up? This merely means that tha soul have not yet fully adjusted from returnin' to tha body. Weird? I don't think so. I like believin' that ma soul travels when I'm asleep. I like believin' that on days I wake up feelin' happy, I probably met and conversed wit ma soulmate tha previous night. Of course, I would have forgotten all of these when ma soul returns to ma body an' I wake up. Wut would be left would be a bewilderment for wakin' up in a cheerful mood instead of ma usual morning crankiness for only gettin' 6 hours of sleep. Bein' tha total believer in destiny read through tha stars, tha palm, an' all other things gypsy an' new age, I juz added a new link on ma blog [luvtest]. It's a link that'll tell you juz how compatible you are wit anyone provided you know their exact date an' year of birth.
Friday, July 19
I found out that I git heartbroken over silly thangs like:
1) a friend askin' me to wake him up thursday mawnin' &when i do, he rejects yur call & turns off his cel.
2) ma fave professor forgettin' ma name.
3) not gettin' a forwarded message every'un else got from a friend.
4) findin' out yur ex-boyfriend is mentally deranged.
5) findin' out Stephen of Boyzone is gay.
1) a friend askin' me to wake him up thursday mawnin' &when i do, he rejects yur call & turns off his cel.
2) ma fave professor forgettin' ma name.
3) not gettin' a forwarded message every'un else got from a friend.
4) findin' out yur ex-boyfriend is mentally deranged.
5) findin' out Stephen of Boyzone is gay.
Monday, July 15
Tha indelible ink was not indelible. ma first time to vote an' tha guy who puts ink on everyone's fingers put more on mine than necessary coz ma nails are already painted blue and he can't tell he's already put a lot. I come out of tha booth and paver makes a joke outta ma nails. 'Said why'd they put ink on all ma nails [haha]. That he thought only one of em shud be smeared wit tha ink [haha] that came out after two washings anyway. You know yer prepaid 'net is runnin' out when ya start to memorize da bloody password an' you don't hafta hunt for it under things on yer desk so that you'll be able to post to yer blog which ya miss'd postin' on tha other day -a day when yer mentally deranged ex-boyfriend apologizes for bein' bitchy d other day and say that he misses you aftr all after tellin' ya to bug off da other day and he suddenly becomes tha King of Missed Calls and won't stop buggin' you askin' don't ya miss yer ex,huh,doncha,doncha, an' its drivin you mad an' yure wonderin' why you hooked up wit him in da first place -this loser who blows you off one day, and pesters ya wit apologies tha next.
Saturday, July 13
yea! no classes today! a'ite!
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Segue. Ever heard of it? I have this habit of combining two different songs with similar tunes into a single song. Turns out there’s actually a term for it. Segue. Clinched by dial-happy Felice[da bitch] a.k.a. da Queen of Missed Calls.
Segue examples:
1.Ariel Rivera’s 'Sana Kahit Minsan' and the song 'Weak':
[“I get so… bakit ikaw ang nais na matanaw nitong mga mata…”]
2. Five for Fighting’s 'Superman' and Teri de Sario’s 'Fallin’
[“I can’t stand to fly… and I don’t know why I’m jealous of..”]
3.Regine Velasquez’ I Will Always Love You and Mariah Carey’s Thank God I Found You:
[“I will always love you, I will never leave you… my every wish and every dream somehow became reality…”]
Yesterday, I masterminded another one wit da help of highlighted highlightin’ control freak Leidy. It’s Plumb’s 'Stranded' and Michelle Branch’s 'Everywhere'. [“Turn it inside out so I can see the part of you that's drifting over me and when I wake you're never there but when I sleep you're everywhere… If it's coming over you like it's coming over me I’m crashing like a tidal wave that drags me out to the sea and I wanna be with you…” ]. i think i'ma juz torure ma friendz wit ma new song on thursday...
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Segue. Ever heard of it? I have this habit of combining two different songs with similar tunes into a single song. Turns out there’s actually a term for it. Segue. Clinched by dial-happy Felice[da bitch] a.k.a. da Queen of Missed Calls.
Segue examples:
1.Ariel Rivera’s 'Sana Kahit Minsan' and the song 'Weak':
[“I get so… bakit ikaw ang nais na matanaw nitong mga mata…”]
2. Five for Fighting’s 'Superman' and Teri de Sario’s 'Fallin’
[“I can’t stand to fly… and I don’t know why I’m jealous of..”]
3.Regine Velasquez’ I Will Always Love You and Mariah Carey’s Thank God I Found You:
[“I will always love you, I will never leave you… my every wish and every dream somehow became reality…”]
Yesterday, I masterminded another one wit da help of highlighted highlightin’ control freak Leidy. It’s Plumb’s 'Stranded' and Michelle Branch’s 'Everywhere'. [“Turn it inside out so I can see the part of you that's drifting over me and when I wake you're never there but when I sleep you're everywhere… If it's coming over you like it's coming over me I’m crashing like a tidal wave that drags me out to the sea and I wanna be with you…” ]. i think i'ma juz torure ma friendz wit ma new song on thursday...
Friday, July 12
An ugly twist to children’s fairytales. Fairytales are supposed to teach da young ‘uns moral lessons but a book I read recently had da main character read about da real translations of children’s fairy tales. It said there that Cinderella’s lost slipper symbolizes castration anxiety and that climbing up the beanstalk was really Jack’s Oedipus complex. Pretty bizarre, huh?
Thursday, July 11
Thursdays and Sundays are church days for me and every other Iglesia Ni Cristo members. Today, I’ve learned that shouting into a mic is not advisable when you have speakers attached to every corner of the room. [I tried counting once & I think that there are about 50 mini-speakers hanging on every wall.] In our church, the choir members are seated behind the minister facin’ the ordinary churchgoers. That’s why you cannot not look at them. I know the choir group observes us from their place too –innocent looking they may be in their white robes. How else can ma friend, the “choir s0nger” know I’m sleepin’? Before the two-hour mass ends, comes the most important part of the mass: the minister blessing us all. It’s when he raises both hands, eyes closed, palms facin’ the churchgoers and… blesses us in prayer. Now, we always pray with our eyes closed, but when it comes to this part, I open my eyes seconds before the minister starts prayin’ or open them ahead of the others when the prayer is about to come to an end. Why? This habit started when I first tried opening ma eyes before the final prayer ended about a year ago. I noticed that the minister did not have his arms raised. I later found out from my maver that this was so because he was not yet a minister so maybe that doesn’t give him a right to raise his arms to us. He could only pray for us. From then on I always try to find out if a real minister is blessin’ us or not. Siyempre, I’d feel safer with the knowledge that a true minister was blessin’ us and not some apprentice. Well, so far, I haven’t encountered an apprentice minister since. *****************************************************
Paver and me hafta walk through filth going to church and back twice a week. This is because there’s no other route but through the railroad tracks which are bumpy, sodden, smelly, and littered with half-clad children and trash. Aside from this, we also pass under the Ramon Magsaysay bridge right next to the tracks which is home to a few squatter families. It’s mapanghi, dark, and always depressin’ to pass there. It always gets to me everytime & I wonder if passin’ through it all have a connection with my goin’ to church. If God wants me to notice the blessings He hands out to people accentuated more by my semi-formal clothes and the stench of their beloved homes reachin’ me.
Paver and me hafta walk through filth going to church and back twice a week. This is because there’s no other route but through the railroad tracks which are bumpy, sodden, smelly, and littered with half-clad children and trash. Aside from this, we also pass under the Ramon Magsaysay bridge right next to the tracks which is home to a few squatter families. It’s mapanghi, dark, and always depressin’ to pass there. It always gets to me everytime & I wonder if passin’ through it all have a connection with my goin’ to church. If God wants me to notice the blessings He hands out to people accentuated more by my semi-formal clothes and the stench of their beloved homes reachin’ me.
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