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?

Took a coupla tests today...

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

What are you? Visit survey.JUNKIE!

take the non-offensive quiz.


and go to mewing.net. laura = great.

SoNg Of ThA wEeK {pick'd by seandrick m. de jesus}

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.*

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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Found an alumni website for ma old school yesterday. Check it out, Johnites!
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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?

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!”

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?"

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.

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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