Songs I currently dig:
1] Damaged by TLC.
2] I'm Just A Kid by Simple Plan.
3] Year 3000 by Busted.
4] Home by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony.
5] Like A Stone by Audioslave.
6] American Life by Madonna.
7] Losing Grip by Avril Lavigne.
8] Miss You by Aaliyah.
9] Why Georgia by John Mayer
10] The Prayer by Charlotte Church & Josh Groban.
Sunday, April 27
3am:
“I can’t believe you’re not yet up! Wake up!”, tha manager barked.
artist: “Ngrrxxxxx..”
manager [draggin’ tha artist & tryin to carry him out of bed]: “C’mon! You know it’s a long way to the studio!”
artist [wakin up & rubbin’ his eyes]: “What the..?!?”
manager: “You should’ve known better than to stay up all night partying right before a video shoot! Now let’s just pray that the make-up artist can do something bout your bloodshot eyes. You look like you could star in a Visine ad instead of a music video! Let’s go!”
artist [drowsily]: “Ok. I’ll just change my shirt..”
manager: “They choose your outfit for you, remember? Let’s just go!”
artist [yawning]: “Okay.”
Later…
artist:[tryin’ not to yawn while singing] “If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today? If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours…”
***
Readin’ ma own palm, I found out that:
a] I will marry in ma 30’s or later or possibly not at all.
b] I will have one daughter. [if I’ll have any at all.]
c] I will be a widow.
d] I’m intelligent and sensitive.
..tha others I’ll keep fo’ ma’self! Who knows? Ma fate may still change! Afterall, tha lines on our palm change after every two years! ;-)
“I can’t believe you’re not yet up! Wake up!”, tha manager barked.
artist: “Ngrrxxxxx..”
manager [draggin’ tha artist & tryin to carry him out of bed]: “C’mon! You know it’s a long way to the studio!”
artist [wakin up & rubbin’ his eyes]: “What the..?!?”
manager: “You should’ve known better than to stay up all night partying right before a video shoot! Now let’s just pray that the make-up artist can do something bout your bloodshot eyes. You look like you could star in a Visine ad instead of a music video! Let’s go!”
artist [drowsily]: “Ok. I’ll just change my shirt..”
manager: “They choose your outfit for you, remember? Let’s just go!”
artist [yawning]: “Okay.”
Later…
artist:[tryin’ not to yawn while singing] “If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today? If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours…”
***
Readin’ ma own palm, I found out that:
a] I will marry in ma 30’s or later or possibly not at all.
b] I will have one daughter. [if I’ll have any at all.]
c] I will be a widow.
d] I’m intelligent and sensitive.
..tha others I’ll keep fo’ ma’self! Who knows? Ma fate may still change! Afterall, tha lines on our palm change after every two years! ;-)
Saturday, April 26
Tha past few days, I’ve done uncall’d for, very unlike me thangs. I’ve cook’d and baked from some recipe and both dishes actually turn’d out edible. For a person who hasn’t cook’d a plate of rice in her life before, I think I’m fin’lly gettin’ d-o-m-e-s-t-i-c-a-t-e-d [like a cat].
***
Paid a visit to Laguna & Anfernee [who has now grown into such a fine wee young man] today. Diden see much of him though as he arriv’d [sleepin’ prettily on his father’s back] juz when we’re bout to leave. Of course, we were really there to collect moolah acquired from our house there which ma brilliant lawyer-aunt managed to sell in a short period of time. Also got a chance to bond wit ma slick cuzins [Chicker-boy Glenn, kikay Gela & her suplada twin Geli, fratboy Mark, & tantrum-prone Trixie] and found out that former beauty pageant winner Glenn -who usually prefers chattin’ wit ma brotha than me- now had more thangs in common wit me as we discuss’d our woeful, jobless lives, telemarketing events [w/c he frequented for tha sole purpose of free food], and his frustrated plans of working in Japan. Also found out that Mark almost sent a drunken friend -who had punch’d him in his state- to kingdom come by hittin’ tha daylights out of tha guy usin’ some piece of wood. Incidentally, when ma hoodlum of a cuzin who probably look’d mad as a bull arrived home wit his polo shirt torn, big brother Glenn [who had his share of fistfights wit Mark] decided to be a superhero and came out carryin’ our uncle’s gun, but wuz stopp’d by Mark’s friends wit news that tha sock’d guy had been put in tha hospital and had good chances of meetin’ his Creator. That’s juz how it is wit ma cuzins. They kill each other but won’t let others kill ‘em. Good thang tha poor troublemaker survived. We play’d wit tha twins’ shi-tzu tha rest of tha day. She wuz adorable ‘cept for tha fact that she wuz actin’ too much like a dog. [biting us, lickin’, & chewin’ on tha TV guide.] She also had her own stuff’d caterpillar toy – big as her- w/c she carried around as companion. Later we found one eye of her caterpillar friend in her mouth.
***
Highlight of tha day: Receivin’ paper money from ma Tita Deng [an honor for ma forlorn, thirsty moneybox full of coins].
***
Least fave part of tha day: Another aunt askin’ me tha eternal, most annoying queschn ever–tha same one she keeps badgerin’ me about every visit.
***
Ei, loi! That wuz some pretty mean guitar u play'd today wit yer band on Breakfast!
***
Paid a visit to Laguna & Anfernee [who has now grown into such a fine wee young man] today. Diden see much of him though as he arriv’d [sleepin’ prettily on his father’s back] juz when we’re bout to leave. Of course, we were really there to collect moolah acquired from our house there which ma brilliant lawyer-aunt managed to sell in a short period of time. Also got a chance to bond wit ma slick cuzins [Chicker-boy Glenn, kikay Gela & her suplada twin Geli, fratboy Mark, & tantrum-prone Trixie] and found out that former beauty pageant winner Glenn -who usually prefers chattin’ wit ma brotha than me- now had more thangs in common wit me as we discuss’d our woeful, jobless lives, telemarketing events [w/c he frequented for tha sole purpose of free food], and his frustrated plans of working in Japan. Also found out that Mark almost sent a drunken friend -who had punch’d him in his state- to kingdom come by hittin’ tha daylights out of tha guy usin’ some piece of wood. Incidentally, when ma hoodlum of a cuzin who probably look’d mad as a bull arrived home wit his polo shirt torn, big brother Glenn [who had his share of fistfights wit Mark] decided to be a superhero and came out carryin’ our uncle’s gun, but wuz stopp’d by Mark’s friends wit news that tha sock’d guy had been put in tha hospital and had good chances of meetin’ his Creator. That’s juz how it is wit ma cuzins. They kill each other but won’t let others kill ‘em. Good thang tha poor troublemaker survived. We play’d wit tha twins’ shi-tzu tha rest of tha day. She wuz adorable ‘cept for tha fact that she wuz actin’ too much like a dog. [biting us, lickin’, & chewin’ on tha TV guide.] She also had her own stuff’d caterpillar toy – big as her- w/c she carried around as companion. Later we found one eye of her caterpillar friend in her mouth.
***
Highlight of tha day: Receivin’ paper money from ma Tita Deng [an honor for ma forlorn, thirsty moneybox full of coins].
***
Least fave part of tha day: Another aunt askin’ me tha eternal, most annoying queschn ever–tha same one she keeps badgerin’ me about every visit.
***
Ei, loi! That wuz some pretty mean guitar u play'd today wit yer band on Breakfast!
Tuesday, April 22
Today is so-so. Yesterday was so-so. And so was last week. Tomorrow will most likely be so-so too. Hey, R.! Can I go wit you to Never-never land?
***
Hindi aco pede mag-internet. Some company might be tryin’ to reach me to say that they need me & I’ve landed a job. Yeah, right. Who am I kiddin’?
***
I juz luuv tha feelin that untangling nasty knots outta ma accessories and unearthing lost thangs in ma room brings.
***
Believe it or not, tha first time I’ve held a baby in ma arms occurred only three to four years ago. I’ve handled kids of all ages all ma life. In fact, I can relate so much to em bein’ an overgrown kid ma’self. But I’ve alwez avoided carryin’ babies that are less than a year old fo fear of droppin’ tha fragile wee ‘uns on tha head seein’ as I’m not exactly tha most careful person on earth. Then I met Anfernee. Anfernee is ma cuzin’s son and he wuz tha most beautiful fat baby I’ve ever met. He had tha fairest skin and had beautiful doe eyes and he wuz not cranky unlike most babies. He wuz callin’ out to be held & I wuz not one to resist him. And so I took ma nephew from another tita’s arms and held a baby for tha first time in ma own arms. Anfernee easily lean’d on me & I wuz surprised at how easily he could trust me & also at how heavy tha li’l un weighed. I wuz enjoyin’ tha feel of a fat contented baby in ma arms when ma maver came and saw me. Uneasy at tha sight of clumsy me holdin’ a heavy baby, maver took Anfernee gently from ma arms. Wut happen’d next wuz unforgettable fo me. As I reluctantly handed Anfernee to mum, tha leetle ‘un’s tiny mouth turn’d downwards & he shed two silent tears as we parted.
***
Hindi aco pede mag-internet. Some company might be tryin’ to reach me to say that they need me & I’ve landed a job. Yeah, right. Who am I kiddin’?
***
I juz luuv tha feelin that untangling nasty knots outta ma accessories and unearthing lost thangs in ma room brings.
***
Believe it or not, tha first time I’ve held a baby in ma arms occurred only three to four years ago. I’ve handled kids of all ages all ma life. In fact, I can relate so much to em bein’ an overgrown kid ma’self. But I’ve alwez avoided carryin’ babies that are less than a year old fo fear of droppin’ tha fragile wee ‘uns on tha head seein’ as I’m not exactly tha most careful person on earth. Then I met Anfernee. Anfernee is ma cuzin’s son and he wuz tha most beautiful fat baby I’ve ever met. He had tha fairest skin and had beautiful doe eyes and he wuz not cranky unlike most babies. He wuz callin’ out to be held & I wuz not one to resist him. And so I took ma nephew from another tita’s arms and held a baby for tha first time in ma own arms. Anfernee easily lean’d on me & I wuz surprised at how easily he could trust me & also at how heavy tha li’l un weighed. I wuz enjoyin’ tha feel of a fat contented baby in ma arms when ma maver came and saw me. Uneasy at tha sight of clumsy me holdin’ a heavy baby, maver took Anfernee gently from ma arms. Wut happen’d next wuz unforgettable fo me. As I reluctantly handed Anfernee to mum, tha leetle ‘un’s tiny mouth turn’d downwards & he shed two silent tears as we parted.
Saturday, April 19
Guilty! Been guilty of goin’ online & pointedly ignorin’ blogger and tryin’ not to think of tha fact that I have avoided postin anythang that comes from ma lazy mind lately. Ma mind is lazy lately in sympathy & “pakikiramay” to ma body which is currently playin’ tricks on me & makin me think that I have SARS, wit all tha SARS syndrome & evrythang. [headache, cold, fever, cough, difficulty breathing, etc.] Am on ma fifth sick day now. And I hafta ask... is eatin’ ice cream allow’d? Coz I’m finishin’ up one now. [a cookie dough Cornetto]
***
I think I have found ma career. Or rather tha career found me. Our maid turn’d out to enjoy her holy week vacation at her home -so much so that as of lunch today, she came back from vacation wit her two hulking ate’s to gather her thangs and leave us. So now I’m…still a bum. I’ve realized that I’m as helpful around tha house almost as much as ma pea-brain’d brotha is. Plus I have tis strong reaction to dust which means gotta stay away from housecleanin’. I could do tha leetle thangs though. Mebbe I cud be an assistant maid tis summer.
***
Yesterday I whipp’d out maver’s mini cookbook and baked butterscotch bars. Turn’d out pretty edible too, considerin’ tha fact that I’ve substituted maple syrup for corn syrup since we diden have any corn s. in tha house. In fact am munching on some right now. Yea! Mebbe I cud sell tha ones left in tha Tupperware to tha neighbors or sumthin’ & start a baking career!
***
Last night I watch’d a late night show on tha discovery channel about people call’d profilers who play’d major parts in solvin’ crimes. They’re into tha human mind & studied people’s behaviors til they are able to give a profile of tha criminal for tha investigators to track down so their job is actually diff’rent from tha investigator’s. Por ejemplo, one profiler studied a serial prostitute-murderer’s actions till he wuz able to come up wit tha fact that tha criminal wuz in his late thirties, wuz white, have a normal job that allows him to blend wit people, is familiar to prostitutes, and drove a mini van. Tha investigators were able to catch tha culprit bcoz of tis profile, which they watch’d out for. Anotha wuz tha case of a mum & a baby murder’d. Incidentally, tha victims were reported as seen wit anotha passenger in their car –a drug dealer who wuz not harm’d tha least. Tha police wud’ve gone arrestin’ tha dealer if it weren’t fo tha profiler who said that most killers only kill adults & don’t include babies since babies are too young to be used as witnesses to crimes. In tha end they arrested tha father&his cuzin – tha real criminals. Now, I’m wonderin’ if there are any job openings for profilers tis side of tha world? Mebbe that’s where ma real callin’ is! ;-)
***
I think I have found ma career. Or rather tha career found me. Our maid turn’d out to enjoy her holy week vacation at her home -so much so that as of lunch today, she came back from vacation wit her two hulking ate’s to gather her thangs and leave us. So now I’m…still a bum. I’ve realized that I’m as helpful around tha house almost as much as ma pea-brain’d brotha is. Plus I have tis strong reaction to dust which means gotta stay away from housecleanin’. I could do tha leetle thangs though. Mebbe I cud be an assistant maid tis summer.
***
Yesterday I whipp’d out maver’s mini cookbook and baked butterscotch bars. Turn’d out pretty edible too, considerin’ tha fact that I’ve substituted maple syrup for corn syrup since we diden have any corn s. in tha house. In fact am munching on some right now. Yea! Mebbe I cud sell tha ones left in tha Tupperware to tha neighbors or sumthin’ & start a baking career!
***
Last night I watch’d a late night show on tha discovery channel about people call’d profilers who play’d major parts in solvin’ crimes. They’re into tha human mind & studied people’s behaviors til they are able to give a profile of tha criminal for tha investigators to track down so their job is actually diff’rent from tha investigator’s. Por ejemplo, one profiler studied a serial prostitute-murderer’s actions till he wuz able to come up wit tha fact that tha criminal wuz in his late thirties, wuz white, have a normal job that allows him to blend wit people, is familiar to prostitutes, and drove a mini van. Tha investigators were able to catch tha culprit bcoz of tis profile, which they watch’d out for. Anotha wuz tha case of a mum & a baby murder’d. Incidentally, tha victims were reported as seen wit anotha passenger in their car –a drug dealer who wuz not harm’d tha least. Tha police wud’ve gone arrestin’ tha dealer if it weren’t fo tha profiler who said that most killers only kill adults & don’t include babies since babies are too young to be used as witnesses to crimes. In tha end they arrested tha father&his cuzin – tha real criminals. Now, I’m wonderin’ if there are any job openings for profilers tis side of tha world? Mebbe that’s where ma real callin’ is! ;-)
Thursday, April 17
Wednesday, April 16
Pick-up lines from Yahoo Messenger's Garnier Fructis IM Environment:
For Tha Fellas:
"I can see you're a blonde. But are you a...dirty blonde?"
"When God made you, He wasn't fooling around...That's our job."
"Does your father own a chili factory? Because you are so hot..."
"What's my sign? Do Not Pass Up."
For Tha Ladies:
"Bet I know what your favorite dish is. Me."
"Are you from Tennesse? Cuz you're the only ten I see."
"They say blondes have more fun. I'll be the judge of that."
"Can I see the tag of your shirt? Just what I thought,"Made In Heaven."
"Don't go changin...Unless it's in front of me."
For Tha Fellas:
"I can see you're a blonde. But are you a...dirty blonde?"
"When God made you, He wasn't fooling around...That's our job."
"Does your father own a chili factory? Because you are so hot..."
"What's my sign? Do Not Pass Up."
For Tha Ladies:
"Bet I know what your favorite dish is. Me."
"Are you from Tennesse? Cuz you're the only ten I see."
"They say blondes have more fun. I'll be the judge of that."
"Can I see the tag of your shirt? Just what I thought,"Made In Heaven."
"Don't go changin...Unless it's in front of me."
Tuesday, April 15
Monday, April 14
I have a secret.
It’s…
I…
He…
Sorry, can’t tell! Nyahnyahnyah!
***
After listenin’ to a PR person give some PR talk about her PR job, lately, I’ve been lookin’ for PR person job openings in tha net but came up wit nuthin’ of tha kind. That’s when it came to me. Maybe there are no ads for PR job openings precisely because there are no PR persons to advertise tha need for PR job openings on tha net. If you are a classmate reading tis and you think I completely flubbed tha definition of a PR job, then stop twisting in embarrassment and come and whack some sense into ma slacker-school head.
***
me as a PR person: Willing to work hard and do all that tha job requires.
Willing to accept huge salaries and product freebies.
Not willing to do tha talking and convincing tha people bit.
me as a radio DJ: Willing to play alternative, hiphop, pop and r&b songs.
Willing to accept complimentary CDS and concert passes.
Not willing to talk wit anyone on air.
me as a model: Willing to pose.
Willing to accept free clothes.
Not willing to be still for more than two minutes.
me as a call center agent: Willing to undergo “American accent neutralization”.
Willing to accept huge salaries and company perks.
Not willing to memorize American or any other country’s geographical locations.
me as maver’s assistant baker: Willing to bake.
Willing to eat rejects.
Not willing to wait for tha bread to bake in tha oven.
It’s…
I…
He…
Sorry, can’t tell! Nyahnyahnyah!
***
After listenin’ to a PR person give some PR talk about her PR job, lately, I’ve been lookin’ for PR person job openings in tha net but came up wit nuthin’ of tha kind. That’s when it came to me. Maybe there are no ads for PR job openings precisely because there are no PR persons to advertise tha need for PR job openings on tha net. If you are a classmate reading tis and you think I completely flubbed tha definition of a PR job, then stop twisting in embarrassment and come and whack some sense into ma slacker-school head.
***
me as a PR person: Willing to work hard and do all that tha job requires.
Willing to accept huge salaries and product freebies.
Not willing to do tha talking and convincing tha people bit.
me as a radio DJ: Willing to play alternative, hiphop, pop and r&b songs.
Willing to accept complimentary CDS and concert passes.
Not willing to talk wit anyone on air.
me as a model: Willing to pose.
Willing to accept free clothes.
Not willing to be still for more than two minutes.
me as a call center agent: Willing to undergo “American accent neutralization”.
Willing to accept huge salaries and company perks.
Not willing to memorize American or any other country’s geographical locations.
me as maver’s assistant baker: Willing to bake.
Willing to eat rejects.
Not willing to wait for tha bread to bake in tha oven.
Sunday, April 13
“Congratulations! It’s a child!” It seems like more and more gurls ma age are growin’ tummies and preparin’ to be mums. Sometimes I think I can’t be surprised anymore but lately I wuz surprised again wit news of anotha one. So wut does tis mean? Are guys fed up too much wit our PMS bitching that they’d rather raise a child and be free of our bitchin’ for 9 months? Why can’t they use birth control? Haven’t they learned from their parents’ mistakes? So guys, next time your girlfriend is bitching, instead of bitching back, treat her out and celebrate tha fact that you won’t be raising a child any time soon.
Sunday, April 6
my immortal
i'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all of my childish fears
and if you have to leave
i wish that you would just leave
because your presence still lingers here
and it won't leave me alone
these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
and i've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me
you used to captivate me
by your resonating light
but now i'm bound by the life you left behind
your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
and i've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me
i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
and though you're still with me
i've been alone all along
i'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all of my childish fears
and if you have to leave
i wish that you would just leave
because your presence still lingers here
and it won't leave me alone
these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
and i've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me
you used to captivate me
by your resonating light
but now i'm bound by the life you left behind
your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
and i've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me
i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
and though you're still with me
i've been alone all along
Friday, April 4
Wednesday, April 2
Bato. Maraming tao ang pumapansin sa similaridad ko sa naturang bagay. Minsan kasi hirap sila sa akin. Hirap akong pasayahin. Hirap akong patawanin. Hirap inisin. Hirap pagalitin. Hirap pa-imikin. At minsan mahirap rin kausapin. Dati, dine-deny ko pa ang pagiging bato. Ngunit ngayon, tila mas angkop nga ito sa akin kesa noon. Bato na nga ako, batong-bato pa ako ngayon dito. Wala akong magawa sa bahay. Sa tingin ko, masyado ata akong naging mabilis sa pagtakbo kaya nakatigil ako ngayon –hindi pa umaabot, hindi pa nakakahabol sa bahagi ng sariling nauna na upang makapagtapos. Ngayong hindi ko pa maharap ang realidad, hayaan niyong itala ko muna ang mga nagawa ko sa nakalipas na araw upang mabigyang suri ang aking kinabukasan bilang isang ganap na tao:
1] Huwebes: Gumawa ng plano para sa Sabado kasama ang isang hayskul friend na dumalo sa isang programang pagtatapos sa San Beda upang mangareer ng crush na may girlfriend na umuwi sa Cotabato.
2] Biyernes: Umattend ng sariling pagtatapos.
3] Sabado: Tinamad sumunod sa plano. Sa halip ay bumili ng 4 na pares ng makulay na hoop earrings.
4] Linggo: Nag-surf ng Internet ng 3 oras sa tanghali at 3 oras ulit sa gabi.
5] Lunes: Pumunta sa SM upang ubusin ang nalalabing baon para bumili ng bag o sapatos. Nangako sa sariling hindi bibili ng libro dahil 20 pa ang inaalikabok sa bahay na d pa nababasa. Umuwi na may bitbit na 2 bagong libro at 0 bag/sapatos.
6] Martes: Sa bahay lang buong araw. Sawa na sa Internet. Nagpadala ng mga April Fool jokes sa text sa mga kaklaseng namimiss kung saan ang sarili ay namatay o di kaya’y papunta sa US para maging sundalo. Naubos ang load. Inisip na sumali sa mga nagbabasketbol na mga batang lalake sa labas ng bahay ngunit natauhan. Naisipang makipaglaro sa alagang grey na rabbit. Sinubukang hawakan sa tiyan upang makuha sa kulungan ngunit nagpapalag. Umakyat upang itanong sa nanay kung pano magbitbit ng rabbit. Bumalik sa rabbit upang kunin at bitbitin ito sa tenga. Binitawan ng nabigatan. Baka mapigtal ang tenga. Nakatamo ng maraming kalmot sa kamay. Nag-isip ng ibang pets na maaaring malaro. Naisip ang manok ngunit hindi rin tinuloy ang pagkuha. Tumawag na lang sa isang dating kaklase upang makibalita.pagkatapos, pineste ang tatay upang ilabas ang kanyang lumang piano organ na napapatungan ng mga kagamitan ng kaniyang tatay.
7] Miyerkules: Gumising ng maaga ng marinig na may tumutugtog sa kanyang piano organ. Lumabas upang awatin ang tatay sa paglikha ng ingay at upang agawin ang kaniyang pwesto sa pag-iingay. Nag-attempt kapain ang tamang nota sa “Out of My League” ng Stephen Speaks ngunit na-frustrate. Sumubok sa mas simpleng musika na nangangailangan lang ng isang kamay. Kinapa na lang ang tamang nota sa I Believe, ang soundtrack ng paboritong pelikulang “My Sassy Girl”. Nagtagumpay ngunit dahil siya lang ang nakapanood ng pelikula sa bahay, walang naka-appreciate. Napag-isipang mag-Internet…
1] Huwebes: Gumawa ng plano para sa Sabado kasama ang isang hayskul friend na dumalo sa isang programang pagtatapos sa San Beda upang mangareer ng crush na may girlfriend na umuwi sa Cotabato.
2] Biyernes: Umattend ng sariling pagtatapos.
3] Sabado: Tinamad sumunod sa plano. Sa halip ay bumili ng 4 na pares ng makulay na hoop earrings.
4] Linggo: Nag-surf ng Internet ng 3 oras sa tanghali at 3 oras ulit sa gabi.
5] Lunes: Pumunta sa SM upang ubusin ang nalalabing baon para bumili ng bag o sapatos. Nangako sa sariling hindi bibili ng libro dahil 20 pa ang inaalikabok sa bahay na d pa nababasa. Umuwi na may bitbit na 2 bagong libro at 0 bag/sapatos.
6] Martes: Sa bahay lang buong araw. Sawa na sa Internet. Nagpadala ng mga April Fool jokes sa text sa mga kaklaseng namimiss kung saan ang sarili ay namatay o di kaya’y papunta sa US para maging sundalo. Naubos ang load. Inisip na sumali sa mga nagbabasketbol na mga batang lalake sa labas ng bahay ngunit natauhan. Naisipang makipaglaro sa alagang grey na rabbit. Sinubukang hawakan sa tiyan upang makuha sa kulungan ngunit nagpapalag. Umakyat upang itanong sa nanay kung pano magbitbit ng rabbit. Bumalik sa rabbit upang kunin at bitbitin ito sa tenga. Binitawan ng nabigatan. Baka mapigtal ang tenga. Nakatamo ng maraming kalmot sa kamay. Nag-isip ng ibang pets na maaaring malaro. Naisip ang manok ngunit hindi rin tinuloy ang pagkuha. Tumawag na lang sa isang dating kaklase upang makibalita.pagkatapos, pineste ang tatay upang ilabas ang kanyang lumang piano organ na napapatungan ng mga kagamitan ng kaniyang tatay.
7] Miyerkules: Gumising ng maaga ng marinig na may tumutugtog sa kanyang piano organ. Lumabas upang awatin ang tatay sa paglikha ng ingay at upang agawin ang kaniyang pwesto sa pag-iingay. Nag-attempt kapain ang tamang nota sa “Out of My League” ng Stephen Speaks ngunit na-frustrate. Sumubok sa mas simpleng musika na nangangailangan lang ng isang kamay. Kinapa na lang ang tamang nota sa I Believe, ang soundtrack ng paboritong pelikulang “My Sassy Girl”. Nagtagumpay ngunit dahil siya lang ang nakapanood ng pelikula sa bahay, walang naka-appreciate. Napag-isipang mag-Internet…
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