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…
Monday, March 31
Discover'd some site that offers an "Alanis Morisette Lyric Generator". [sorry, pam!] It ask'd me to name one thing i really hate, 6 plural nouns that have sumthin to do wit it, ma fave color, ma fave poet, and an ex-boyfriend's name and came out wit tha three songs below:
Song No. 1:
"Will to Live"
I feel miserable
Ants make me ill
I feel miserable
Bugs tear at my foundations
I feel miserable
Pests are dragging me down to the depths of misery
I want to die
Is it because of cockroaches that I feel this way?
With the white rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Or am I lost in tale of pablo neruda, adrift far from home
I don't think so, I don't think so.
Franz Broke My Will to Live
Franz Broke My Will to Live
Franz Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
Franz Broke My Will to Live
I feel miserable
Mosquitoes rot the flesh from my bones
I feel miserable
Insects defeat my purpose
I feel miserable
Stinkers are doing their best to impale my soul
I want to die
Is it because of cockroaches that I feel this way?
With the white rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Am I lost in tale of pablo neruda, adrift far from home
I don't think so, I don't think so.
Franz Broke My Will to Live
Franz Broke My Will to Live
Oh God, franz Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
Franz Broke My Will to Live
Song No. 2:
"I Think"
I Think ants are really a huge problem
I Think bugs are too much on my mind
I Think pests have got a lot to do with why the world sucks
But what can you do?
Like a white rain, beating down on me
Like a pablo neruda line, which won't let go of my brain
Like franz's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on cockroaches
Blame it on cockroaches
Blame it on cockroaches
I Think mosquitoes are gonna drive us all crazy
And insects make me feel like a child
I Think stinkers will eventually be the downfall of civilization
But what can you do? I said what can you do?
Like a white rain, beating down on me
Like a pablo neruda line, which won't let go of my brain
Like franz's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on cockroaches
Blame it on cockroaches
Blame it on cockroaches
Like a white rain, beating down on me
Like franz's smile, cruel and cold
Like pablo neruda's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on cockroaches
Blame it on cockroaches
Blame it on cockroaches
Song No. 3:
"Why"
Ants, insects, mosquitoes
Why God, Why?
Insects, pests, cockroaches
Why God, Why?
What have I done to deserve this white horror?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of cockroaches
Like a pablo neruda character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?
Bugs, ants, stinkers
Why God, Why?
Cockroaches, stinkers, mosquitoes
Why God, Why?
What have I done to deserve this white disaster that is my life?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of cockroaches
Like a pablo neruda character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?
What have I done to deserve this white misery?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of cockroaches
Like a pablo neruda character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
*Go on, click here to have your own Alanis inspired song!*
Song No. 1:
"Will to Live"
I feel miserable
Ants make me ill
I feel miserable
Bugs tear at my foundations
I feel miserable
Pests are dragging me down to the depths of misery
I want to die
Is it because of cockroaches that I feel this way?
With the white rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Or am I lost in tale of pablo neruda, adrift far from home
I don't think so, I don't think so.
Franz Broke My Will to Live
Franz Broke My Will to Live
Franz Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
Franz Broke My Will to Live
I feel miserable
Mosquitoes rot the flesh from my bones
I feel miserable
Insects defeat my purpose
I feel miserable
Stinkers are doing their best to impale my soul
I want to die
Is it because of cockroaches that I feel this way?
With the white rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Am I lost in tale of pablo neruda, adrift far from home
I don't think so, I don't think so.
Franz Broke My Will to Live
Franz Broke My Will to Live
Oh God, franz Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
Franz Broke My Will to Live
Song No. 2:
"I Think"
I Think ants are really a huge problem
I Think bugs are too much on my mind
I Think pests have got a lot to do with why the world sucks
But what can you do?
Like a white rain, beating down on me
Like a pablo neruda line, which won't let go of my brain
Like franz's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on cockroaches
Blame it on cockroaches
Blame it on cockroaches
I Think mosquitoes are gonna drive us all crazy
And insects make me feel like a child
I Think stinkers will eventually be the downfall of civilization
But what can you do? I said what can you do?
Like a white rain, beating down on me
Like a pablo neruda line, which won't let go of my brain
Like franz's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on cockroaches
Blame it on cockroaches
Blame it on cockroaches
Like a white rain, beating down on me
Like franz's smile, cruel and cold
Like pablo neruda's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on cockroaches
Blame it on cockroaches
Blame it on cockroaches
Song No. 3:
"Why"
Ants, insects, mosquitoes
Why God, Why?
Insects, pests, cockroaches
Why God, Why?
What have I done to deserve this white horror?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of cockroaches
Like a pablo neruda character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?
Bugs, ants, stinkers
Why God, Why?
Cockroaches, stinkers, mosquitoes
Why God, Why?
What have I done to deserve this white disaster that is my life?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of cockroaches
Like a pablo neruda character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?
What have I done to deserve this white misery?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of cockroaches
Like a pablo neruda character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
*Go on, click here to have your own Alanis inspired song!*
Sunday, March 30
Thank gawd! Ma eyes have now slightly recover’d from that raccoon-eyed look it had acquired after bein’ made up for graduation. Cold cream and facial wash diden seem to work at first as I woke up tha following morning lookin’ at tha mirror at smudged eyes like those of tha gurl in Take That’s How Deep Is Your Love music video.
***
Graduation show’d diff’rent colleges’ gimmicks to make them stand out among tha rest. Legal Management grads each bought gold medals to wear in tha ceremony while Behavioral Science studes brought their college yearbook to show-off to us Journ studes [and perhaps other colleges as well] seated at their back. Our own gimmick wuda been to wear tha bookmarks Ruth gave each of us tha previous day which show’d both individual pictures and group pictures wit a pencil attach’d and tha words: “Peryodista ka! 4C5 Journ Batch 2003” [or sumthin like that] which explain’d why most of us were seen carrying it. Only problem is, Ruth forgot to give us ours, and not all got reminded to bring their bookmarks.
***
Tha faculty administrators tried but had no way of preventing verbal, communicative, and expressive Arts and Letters graduates from takin’ pictures, rooting and cheerin’ for their chums, inserting a pre-song joke, and generally makin’ it a happier and lighter event for all. Right after tha event, as tha graduates slowly deserted their seats, some knew that tha happy crowd they came to know as friends individually is fleeing from them as well and helplessly shed tears at tis. Even Felice –who made fun of those who cried at our retreat- cuden help tha tears that came to her when Emil, our anti-social, indifferent, autistic [he really is] classmate approach’d, hugg’d her & bid her goodbye.
***
Afterwards, tha clan spent an eternity in tha car scoping out tha perfect place to dine. Paver told our ikot-happy driver to go to Malate to scope for more places but Raffy [ikot-happy] diden seem to find tha idea so great & seem’d to think not eatin’ at all to be tha right idea, and so we diden get to choose a place to dine at Malate either as he took us there but quickly whizzed past tha potential places to eat, not givin’ us tha chance to clearly read tha names of tha restaurants we were passin’ by until soon we found ourselves almost home. Paver sensed our driver’s “topak” mood and told him to just take us to a gasoline station first when we were two blocks away from home. As our driver went out to pay for gas, paver told us his plan of ditchin’ Raffy and grantin’ him his wish to go home and lettin’ brover take his place at tha wheel instead. We all agreed to tis and I jokingly told paver to hand over our driver’s wage wit tha words “Tis is your last pay for bein’ apurado!” As Raffy went back and our plan wuz told to him, guilt seem to have gotten to him as he told us he’ll escort us to a dining place first. We were in tha middle of Tomas Morato, Q.C. when it finally dawn’d on me that he juz wanted a free ride to his home, specially when Pa told him “O, diba dito na sakayan mo? Sige kami na bahala..” before he exited wit his pay on hand. And then it took eons before we decided on a place to eat. As I wuz hungry, I pointed out tha first random diner I saw but paver had excuses for each place I pointed:
1] “Kumain na tayo sa steak house nung grad ng kuya mo.”
2] “Hindi natin alam yan, ano naman maoorder natin diyan?”
3] “Naku eh bar yan eh, hindi naman kainan talaga!”
4] “Anliit masyado!”
6] “Eh katabi lang yan ng tinuro mo a! Kahit ano na lang pinipili mo!”
He wuz so choosy that later when we were desperate and considering tha places I’ve earlier pointed but he rejected we were faced wit diff’rent probs:
7] “Ala naman parking! Piliin niyo naman yung may parking!”
8] “Abot hanggang labas ang tao, o! Eh di maghihintay na naman tayo! Gutom na nga eh!”
We ended up eatin at a Spanish restaurant call’d Alba where a bunch of grandfather types play’d their big guitars for us. Tha bill wuz remotely big so it’s hard to figure why we still considered goin’ to 7-eleven before going home.
***
Graduation show’d diff’rent colleges’ gimmicks to make them stand out among tha rest. Legal Management grads each bought gold medals to wear in tha ceremony while Behavioral Science studes brought their college yearbook to show-off to us Journ studes [and perhaps other colleges as well] seated at their back. Our own gimmick wuda been to wear tha bookmarks Ruth gave each of us tha previous day which show’d both individual pictures and group pictures wit a pencil attach’d and tha words: “Peryodista ka! 4C5 Journ Batch 2003” [or sumthin like that] which explain’d why most of us were seen carrying it. Only problem is, Ruth forgot to give us ours, and not all got reminded to bring their bookmarks.
***
Tha faculty administrators tried but had no way of preventing verbal, communicative, and expressive Arts and Letters graduates from takin’ pictures, rooting and cheerin’ for their chums, inserting a pre-song joke, and generally makin’ it a happier and lighter event for all. Right after tha event, as tha graduates slowly deserted their seats, some knew that tha happy crowd they came to know as friends individually is fleeing from them as well and helplessly shed tears at tis. Even Felice –who made fun of those who cried at our retreat- cuden help tha tears that came to her when Emil, our anti-social, indifferent, autistic [he really is] classmate approach’d, hugg’d her & bid her goodbye.
***
Afterwards, tha clan spent an eternity in tha car scoping out tha perfect place to dine. Paver told our ikot-happy driver to go to Malate to scope for more places but Raffy [ikot-happy] diden seem to find tha idea so great & seem’d to think not eatin’ at all to be tha right idea, and so we diden get to choose a place to dine at Malate either as he took us there but quickly whizzed past tha potential places to eat, not givin’ us tha chance to clearly read tha names of tha restaurants we were passin’ by until soon we found ourselves almost home. Paver sensed our driver’s “topak” mood and told him to just take us to a gasoline station first when we were two blocks away from home. As our driver went out to pay for gas, paver told us his plan of ditchin’ Raffy and grantin’ him his wish to go home and lettin’ brover take his place at tha wheel instead. We all agreed to tis and I jokingly told paver to hand over our driver’s wage wit tha words “Tis is your last pay for bein’ apurado!” As Raffy went back and our plan wuz told to him, guilt seem to have gotten to him as he told us he’ll escort us to a dining place first. We were in tha middle of Tomas Morato, Q.C. when it finally dawn’d on me that he juz wanted a free ride to his home, specially when Pa told him “O, diba dito na sakayan mo? Sige kami na bahala..” before he exited wit his pay on hand. And then it took eons before we decided on a place to eat. As I wuz hungry, I pointed out tha first random diner I saw but paver had excuses for each place I pointed:
1] “Kumain na tayo sa steak house nung grad ng kuya mo.”
2] “Hindi natin alam yan, ano naman maoorder natin diyan?”
3] “Naku eh bar yan eh, hindi naman kainan talaga!”
4] “Anliit masyado!”
6] “Eh katabi lang yan ng tinuro mo a! Kahit ano na lang pinipili mo!”
He wuz so choosy that later when we were desperate and considering tha places I’ve earlier pointed but he rejected we were faced wit diff’rent probs:
7] “Ala naman parking! Piliin niyo naman yung may parking!”
8] “Abot hanggang labas ang tao, o! Eh di maghihintay na naman tayo! Gutom na nga eh!”
We ended up eatin at a Spanish restaurant call’d Alba where a bunch of grandfather types play’d their big guitars for us. Tha bill wuz remotely big so it’s hard to figure why we still considered goin’ to 7-eleven before going home.
Saturday, March 29
“Tha realization that Iluvya”
Tha realization that you’re wonderful dawned on me today
Tis got me very pleased wit maself
Other realizations came wit it
Tha realization that I’m shy
And I’m bold
And I’m writing you a poem today
Tis is great
And I’m flying
I just hope that I don’t
Strive for your realization too
Tha realization that you’re wonderful dawned on me today
Tis got me very pleased wit maself
Other realizations came wit it
Tha realization that I’m shy
And I’m bold
And I’m writing you a poem today
Tis is great
And I’m flying
I just hope that I don’t
Strive for your realization too
Thursday, March 27
Post-baccalaureate mass a.k.a last day in school post:
Grabe, nakalimutan kong ipost dati ang sarap pala ng feeling ng pwede mong babuyin ang uniform ng kahit sinong kakilala mong dumadaan sa harapan mo. At first, I drew suns on people's backs, then I made comments like "Hope you add more to tis bulge tis summer" [wit an arrow pointin' to a healthy classmate's belly], and "This way to Kathy's heaven" [wit arrow pointing to crack of a friend's bum]. Later on, I juz drew quick random huge lines and crosses on tha backs of unsuspecting classmates. Afterall, it isn't every day that people permit you to mess wit the very clothes they're wearin'...
Grabe, nakalimutan kong ipost dati ang sarap pala ng feeling ng pwede mong babuyin ang uniform ng kahit sinong kakilala mong dumadaan sa harapan mo. At first, I drew suns on people's backs, then I made comments like "Hope you add more to tis bulge tis summer" [wit an arrow pointin' to a healthy classmate's belly], and "This way to Kathy's heaven" [wit arrow pointing to crack of a friend's bum]. Later on, I juz drew quick random huge lines and crosses on tha backs of unsuspecting classmates. Afterall, it isn't every day that people permit you to mess wit the very clothes they're wearin'...
Tuesday, March 25
“Pray not only for yourself, but for your enemies as well. After all, they are just soldiers, like you, doing what they are ordered to do.” –marine chaplain
***
Saw Mary Ruth’s idol, Jessica Zafra last Saturday at tha Powerbooks rummaging at tha sale rack in tha middle of tha store. She look’d like a normal shopper witout any make-up on and wit her hair up in an ordinary purple scrunchy. She wuz even bein’ bothersome to other sale rack hunter, bending way low over tha lowest shelf and partin’ away legs that got there first before her, intently searchin’ for a good book. We stayed to watch her cuz Mary Ruth wanted us to bask in her writer’s presence. We also bask’d at the presence of warts generously spread among her chest.
***
Bogart [Felice to some] & I agreed that we both disliked watchin’ any episode of the Lord Of the Rings movie. [I diden even git to watch tha second version out of lack of tolerance & patience for tha first one.] As Bogart wud say, “Para kang nanonood ng Panday eh!”
***
Vandalized on tha blue Arts & Letters balloon handed out to me at yesterday’s baccalaureate mass for our batch:
1] Gagradweyt ang katabi ko!
2] I will graduate witout studying!
3] http://shaynis.brainpowerd.net
Had so much fun that I vandalized two other people’s balloons as well which read:
4] I am tha summa of tis batch!
5] Gusto mo ba ng kausap? Call 1-800 CUM2ME.
6] Bold star material [wit an arrow pointing downwards]
***
Nuthin’ fill’d me wit more pride at bein’ a Thomasian than undegoin’ tha “right of passage” yesterday or passing under our school’s symbolic ancient arch along wit ma college ‘mates from first year to last, and later watchin’ a video which featured tha seniors from previous batches passin’ under tha same symbolic arch. I bet no other school has their own ancient arch for tha studes to pass under during their baccalaureate mass as an indication of completing a degree from their school. Tha poor things with their modern, boring schools. Also luuv tha fact that ma head grew tired from lookin’ up at tha fantastic fireworks & waitin for tha colorful faux stars to stop from bein’ fired onto tha quiet black sky although our eyes got spew’d by fallin’ debris of tha fireworks. Am quite pleas’d wit tis as December celebrations at our school usually got tha fireworks tired first rather than tha energetic anticipatin’ student body.
***
Saw Mary Ruth’s idol, Jessica Zafra last Saturday at tha Powerbooks rummaging at tha sale rack in tha middle of tha store. She look’d like a normal shopper witout any make-up on and wit her hair up in an ordinary purple scrunchy. She wuz even bein’ bothersome to other sale rack hunter, bending way low over tha lowest shelf and partin’ away legs that got there first before her, intently searchin’ for a good book. We stayed to watch her cuz Mary Ruth wanted us to bask in her writer’s presence. We also bask’d at the presence of warts generously spread among her chest.
***
Bogart [Felice to some] & I agreed that we both disliked watchin’ any episode of the Lord Of the Rings movie. [I diden even git to watch tha second version out of lack of tolerance & patience for tha first one.] As Bogart wud say, “Para kang nanonood ng Panday eh!”
***
Vandalized on tha blue Arts & Letters balloon handed out to me at yesterday’s baccalaureate mass for our batch:
1] Gagradweyt ang katabi ko!
2] I will graduate witout studying!
3] http://shaynis.brainpowerd.net
Had so much fun that I vandalized two other people’s balloons as well which read:
4] I am tha summa of tis batch!
5] Gusto mo ba ng kausap? Call 1-800 CUM2ME.
6] Bold star material [wit an arrow pointing downwards]
***
Nuthin’ fill’d me wit more pride at bein’ a Thomasian than undegoin’ tha “right of passage” yesterday or passing under our school’s symbolic ancient arch along wit ma college ‘mates from first year to last, and later watchin’ a video which featured tha seniors from previous batches passin’ under tha same symbolic arch. I bet no other school has their own ancient arch for tha studes to pass under during their baccalaureate mass as an indication of completing a degree from their school. Tha poor things with their modern, boring schools. Also luuv tha fact that ma head grew tired from lookin’ up at tha fantastic fireworks & waitin for tha colorful faux stars to stop from bein’ fired onto tha quiet black sky although our eyes got spew’d by fallin’ debris of tha fireworks. Am quite pleas’d wit tis as December celebrations at our school usually got tha fireworks tired first rather than tha energetic anticipatin’ student body.
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