Monday, January 29, 2007
[ I'm warning you. This is a post about pure nonsense, something not worth your time reading. If I were you, I'd rather close the window or read some other blog entries right after reading this opening sentence. Still, it's up to you if you want to continue your suffering. ]
STOP READING THIS ALREADY.
If you try to continue reading this entry, the thought of closing this IE (or Firefox) window earlier will haunt you until you sleep. Insomnia will bother you for several days, or worst, forever. You don't want something like that to happen, do you? I know you don't want to, so stop this nonsense.
Wala lang talaga akong magawa kaya itong post na 'to ang tumambad sa harapan ng monitor ng PC ninyo. Isang walang kwenta at hindi man lamang pinaghandaan na blog entry, sapagkat ang utak ko ay sabaw na sabaw sa mga pangyayari ngayong araw na ito. Marahil nga't halos pitong oras lamang kaming nanatili sa loob ng eskwelahan, ngunit marami pa ring maaaring mangyari. Tulad na lang ng... Wag na lang siguro, pag kinwento ko pa lalo lang itong hahaba. Lalo ka lang tatamaring basahin ito kung ganon, di ba? Kaya yun nga, wag na lang.
But if you insist, there is a high (when I say high, its really high) probability that you'd get crazy over this post and take a little walk at PGH, in the dreaded hallway of ward seven, to be exact. Or you could try and look for 'Ederlyn' and 'ChonaMae' in Friendster to temporarily escape the realm of this entry and relax your dying brain cells a bit. Perhaps it's just nosebleed that's trying to kill you right now.
Kung sino ka mang nagbabasa, nahihilo ka na siguro sa halo-halong ingles at tagalog dito, at wala ka man lang makitang relasyon o coherence (salamat sa teacher ko sa technical writing nung high school, meron pa akong naalala sa mga tinuro niya) sa pagitan ng mga talata (yes nalaman ko na ulit yung tagalog ng paragraph!) ng post na ito. Kung hindi ako nagkakamali, nais mo nang tigilan ang pagbabasa nito, ngayon pa lang. Maski sina Ederlyn at ChonaMae, mga walang kamalay-malay na nilalang ay napagdiskitahan ko na. Baka tinigilan mo na rin habang binabasa mo pa lang ang ingles na parte nito, at hindi mo na siguro inabutan ang parteng ito. Kung umabot ka man dito, marahil ay nasabaw ka na at gusto mo na ring tigilan ang pagbabasa nito, dahil maski ang tagalog ko ay walang kakwenta kwenta. O baka nabaliw ka na ng tuluyan at nais mo na ring sumama sa amin sa ward seven. Hehehe.
Better yet, you could just kill yourself with a knife, but that happens to be the corniest thing that you could have ever done in your entire life. I'd prefer dying in a freak accident rather than committing suicide. I don't want to die because of sickness, either. Hey, why are you still reading this, anyway?
Siguro nga, nais mo nang magpakamatay matapos basahin ito, pero huwag! Huwag mong gagawin yan (lalo na kung blogger ka), sapagkat marami ka pang maaaring gawin sa mundong ito, bata ka pa (kung hindi na, yun na lang ang isipin mo) at marami pang nagmamahal sa iyo, at mas marami pa yan kung sakaling mayaman ka. Kung sakali lang naman. Pero siguro, gusto mo na akong hanting-in upang ako na lang ang iyong patayin dahil sa pagpapahirap ko sa iyo para lamang mabasa ang blog entry na ito. Di ba? Wag ka na mahiya, baka nga pati Friendster Account ko hanapin mo para lamang malaman kung taga-saan talaga ako at kung ano ang itsura ko eh. Pero bago mo magawa yun, tiyak na may nauna na sa iyo. (At sinisiguro ko sa iyo, kung sino man iyon, siya yung pinaka unang (at pinakamalas na rin) nagbasa ng entry na 'to.)
Anyway, you're just wasting your time if you even had the urge to continue up to this last paragraph. Why not hover the cursor over one of the 118 (and counting) more interesting links at the sidebar and quit reading this crap. Or maybe you could just play with the drawing board, the flash movies and the tagbox (flood it with colored posts, if you know how to do it) found at the sidebar, or play with the falling snowflakes, just to compensate for the time (about twenty minutes) and patience that you spent waiting for this page to load and understanding this blog entry. You could also listen to the songs in the mini-mp3 player, if you want to [well, you don't have a choice, unless you muted the volume of the speaker or stopped the player itself]. I know you have more important things to do, so do them now; before you break out.
Sa totoo lang, hindi ko alam kung ano ang pumasok sa utak ko at ito ang ginawa ko. Siguro sa sobrang kakagamit ko ng ingles sa mga dati kong post ang dahilan sa likod nito. O marahil epekto lang ito ng 'spokening dollar' ni Heneroso sa kanyang Multiply (wag kang mag alala, hindi ko ilalagay yung link). Sobrang konyo na rin siguro, o baka LSS lang sa Love Team ng Itchyworms na tumagal ng isang linggo, o baka sadyang abnormal na nga talaga ako. Siguro, habang binabasa mo ito ay wala na ako sa mundong ito, isa nang malamig na bangkay at tumitingin na lang sa mga blog ninyo mula sa itaas. Pero sana naman hindi. Hehehe.
*or you could just press Ctrl+A to see the whole post. (that would make you spend more time to go back to the first part and read this over again. but hey, why bother right?)
STOP READING THIS ALREADY.
If you try to continue reading this entry, the thought of closing this IE (or Firefox) window earlier will haunt you until you sleep. Insomnia will bother you for several days, or worst, forever. You don't want something like that to happen, do you? I know you don't want to, so stop this nonsense.
Wala lang talaga akong magawa kaya itong post na 'to ang tumambad sa harapan ng monitor ng PC ninyo. Isang walang kwenta at hindi man lamang pinaghandaan na blog entry, sapagkat ang utak ko ay sabaw na sabaw sa mga pangyayari ngayong araw na ito. Marahil nga't halos pitong oras lamang kaming nanatili sa loob ng eskwelahan, ngunit marami pa ring maaaring mangyari. Tulad na lang ng... Wag na lang siguro, pag kinwento ko pa lalo lang itong hahaba. Lalo ka lang tatamaring basahin ito kung ganon, di ba? Kaya yun nga, wag na lang.
But if you insist, there is a high (when I say high, its really high) probability that you'd get crazy over this post and take a little walk at PGH, in the dreaded hallway of ward seven, to be exact. Or you could try and look for 'Ederlyn' and 'ChonaMae' in Friendster to temporarily escape the realm of this entry and relax your dying brain cells a bit. Perhaps it's just nosebleed that's trying to kill you right now.
Kung sino ka mang nagbabasa, nahihilo ka na siguro sa halo-halong ingles at tagalog dito, at wala ka man lang makitang relasyon o coherence (salamat sa teacher ko sa technical writing nung high school, meron pa akong naalala sa mga tinuro niya) sa pagitan ng mga talata (yes nalaman ko na ulit yung tagalog ng paragraph!) ng post na ito. Kung hindi ako nagkakamali, nais mo nang tigilan ang pagbabasa nito, ngayon pa lang. Maski sina Ederlyn at ChonaMae, mga walang kamalay-malay na nilalang ay napagdiskitahan ko na. Baka tinigilan mo na rin habang binabasa mo pa lang ang ingles na parte nito, at hindi mo na siguro inabutan ang parteng ito. Kung umabot ka man dito, marahil ay nasabaw ka na at gusto mo na ring tigilan ang pagbabasa nito, dahil maski ang tagalog ko ay walang kakwenta kwenta. O baka nabaliw ka na ng tuluyan at nais mo na ring sumama sa amin sa ward seven. Hehehe.
Better yet, you could just kill yourself with a knife, but that happens to be the corniest thing that you could have ever done in your entire life. I'd prefer dying in a freak accident rather than committing suicide. I don't want to die because of sickness, either. Hey, why are you still reading this, anyway?
Siguro nga, nais mo nang magpakamatay matapos basahin ito, pero huwag! Huwag mong gagawin yan (lalo na kung blogger ka), sapagkat marami ka pang maaaring gawin sa mundong ito, bata ka pa (kung hindi na, yun na lang ang isipin mo) at marami pang nagmamahal sa iyo, at mas marami pa yan kung sakaling mayaman ka. Kung sakali lang naman. Pero siguro, gusto mo na akong hanting-in upang ako na lang ang iyong patayin dahil sa pagpapahirap ko sa iyo para lamang mabasa ang blog entry na ito. Di ba? Wag ka na mahiya, baka nga pati Friendster Account ko hanapin mo para lamang malaman kung taga-saan talaga ako at kung ano ang itsura ko eh. Pero bago mo magawa yun, tiyak na may nauna na sa iyo. (At sinisiguro ko sa iyo, kung sino man iyon, siya yung pinaka unang (at pinakamalas na rin) nagbasa ng entry na 'to.)
Anyway, you're just wasting your time if you even had the urge to continue up to this last paragraph. Why not hover the cursor over one of the 118 (and counting) more interesting links at the sidebar and quit reading this crap. Or maybe you could just play with the drawing board, the flash movies and the tagbox (flood it with colored posts, if you know how to do it) found at the sidebar, or play with the falling snowflakes, just to compensate for the time (about twenty minutes) and patience that you spent waiting for this page to load and understanding this blog entry. You could also listen to the songs in the mini-mp3 player, if you want to [well, you don't have a choice, unless you muted the volume of the speaker or stopped the player itself]. I know you have more important things to do, so do them now; before you break out.
Sa totoo lang, hindi ko alam kung ano ang pumasok sa utak ko at ito ang ginawa ko. Siguro sa sobrang kakagamit ko ng ingles sa mga dati kong post ang dahilan sa likod nito. O marahil epekto lang ito ng 'spokening dollar' ni Heneroso sa kanyang Multiply (wag kang mag alala, hindi ko ilalagay yung link). Sobrang konyo na rin siguro, o baka LSS lang sa Love Team ng Itchyworms na tumagal ng isang linggo, o baka sadyang abnormal na nga talaga ako. Siguro, habang binabasa mo ito ay wala na ako sa mundong ito, isa nang malamig na bangkay at tumitingin na lang sa mga blog ninyo mula sa itaas. Pero sana naman hindi. Hehehe.
*or you could just press Ctrl+A to see the whole post. (that would make you spend more time to go back to the first part and read this over again. but hey, why bother right?)
Labels: 'mental'ity, entertainment, sabaw
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Perhaps this was the worst forty minutes of my whole week.
7:50 AM. Fresh Start.
The thought of coming early for the make-up class in Physics 21 continued to bother me. I was still browsing for sources in our research paper for Comm II but then I have to be in school by 8:30. Concerned about the schedule, [I cannot remember where RH 115 was, that's why I wanted to get there early] I turned off the PC and started to put in my bag all the necessary things for the day. [or maybe not..]
8:00 AM. Paranoid.
After fixing my things, I rushed outside to take a jeepney ride. While waiting impatiently for the slow elevator, I took a glance at my watch. I still have twenty minutes to spare, but I wanted to get to school as early as possible. I decided to use the stairs, [a little exercise, plus I was just on the third floor of the building anyway] greeted some people on the way, and at last, got out of the IRTC building. Running fast, now, running faster.
8:13 AM. Daydreaming.
With the six pesos in my hand, I took a jeepney ride to school. As I got down to Padre Faura, something struck me from within. Something, weird. I was checking my pockets, whether I left my phone, or perhaps a ballpen, or maybe a twenty-peso bill. But no, of all things: I LEFT MY WALLET. After waiting for the stoplight to turn red, I immediately crossed the street, as I was also running for the jeepney that was waiting for passengers at the corner. I got down again at Ayala, met some familiar faces and went back to my room to get the damn wallet. 8:15 AM. I still have some time.
8:17 AM. A Second Attempt.
There I was again at the corner of Ayala Boulevard, the lane that divides PNU and TUP into to sections; waiting once again for another jeepney to take me back to where I came from, the street of Padre Faura. While inside, I thought of the fact that it is indeed, Thursday today. It's bowling day. Sure I had the money already in my wallet, but still..
I WAS NOT ABLE TO PUT MY PE SHIRT INSIDE MY BAG.
I got down immediately at Kalaw and ran as fast as I could towards the mini-tunnel to Adamson University, and mingled with the huge crowd of mixed white and blue uniforms of the students, not minding the fact that I was the only one who does not wear such. Not minding the bumps along the way, I had to go back to the dormitory for the second time around.
8:27 AM. Faster now, faster.
Late now, hurrying, hurrying.
For the second time now, I saw myself again inside a jeepney, spending another six pesos for the fare. Traffic wanted to scare me, but It din't. But still there's a fact that happened to be one more thing to worry about. As I walked towards the gate of CAS, I was about to get my wallet only to find out that MY ID WAS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND IN THE WALLET. Just as I turned around, I saw our professor in Physics 21 come in. Now I really must hurry.
8:30 AM. At last.
After a third attempt of going back and forth from UP and the dormitory, I was running late for class. As I hurried for RH115 [and still wondering where that room was] I was able to see a blockmate and ask her where to go. Professor Robidillo's [Chem 14.1] infamous 'misplaced' eyeglasses and beautiful smile just brightened up my day.
As I entered the classroom, I was half-disappointed and at the same time thrilled to see only four, five, six or so people inside the vast classroom deprived of chairs and a single table leg, RH 115. After all those running and scrambling earlier in the day, the few minutes of fun and more fun was able to compensate for my tiresome efforts. Good thing I wasn't late. Still, I was able to learn my lesson: never to leave valuable things unattended. ;)
7:50 AM. Fresh Start.
The thought of coming early for the make-up class in Physics 21 continued to bother me. I was still browsing for sources in our research paper for Comm II but then I have to be in school by 8:30. Concerned about the schedule, [I cannot remember where RH 115 was, that's why I wanted to get there early] I turned off the PC and started to put in my bag all the necessary things for the day. [or maybe not..]
8:00 AM. Paranoid.
After fixing my things, I rushed outside to take a jeepney ride. While waiting impatiently for the slow elevator, I took a glance at my watch. I still have twenty minutes to spare, but I wanted to get to school as early as possible. I decided to use the stairs, [a little exercise, plus I was just on the third floor of the building anyway] greeted some people on the way, and at last, got out of the IRTC building. Running fast, now, running faster.
8:13 AM. Daydreaming.
With the six pesos in my hand, I took a jeepney ride to school. As I got down to Padre Faura, something struck me from within. Something, weird. I was checking my pockets, whether I left my phone, or perhaps a ballpen, or maybe a twenty-peso bill. But no, of all things: I LEFT MY WALLET. After waiting for the stoplight to turn red, I immediately crossed the street, as I was also running for the jeepney that was waiting for passengers at the corner. I got down again at Ayala, met some familiar faces and went back to my room to get the damn wallet. 8:15 AM. I still have some time.
8:17 AM. A Second Attempt.
There I was again at the corner of Ayala Boulevard, the lane that divides PNU and TUP into to sections; waiting once again for another jeepney to take me back to where I came from, the street of Padre Faura. While inside, I thought of the fact that it is indeed, Thursday today. It's bowling day. Sure I had the money already in my wallet, but still..
I WAS NOT ABLE TO PUT MY PE SHIRT INSIDE MY BAG.
I got down immediately at Kalaw and ran as fast as I could towards the mini-tunnel to Adamson University, and mingled with the huge crowd of mixed white and blue uniforms of the students, not minding the fact that I was the only one who does not wear such. Not minding the bumps along the way, I had to go back to the dormitory for the second time around.
8:27 AM. Faster now, faster.
Late now, hurrying, hurrying.
For the second time now, I saw myself again inside a jeepney, spending another six pesos for the fare. Traffic wanted to scare me, but It din't. But still there's a fact that happened to be one more thing to worry about. As I walked towards the gate of CAS, I was about to get my wallet only to find out that MY ID WAS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND IN THE WALLET. Just as I turned around, I saw our professor in Physics 21 come in. Now I really must hurry.
8:30 AM. At last.
After a third attempt of going back and forth from UP and the dormitory, I was running late for class. As I hurried for RH115 [and still wondering where that room was] I was able to see a blockmate and ask her where to go. Professor Robidillo's [Chem 14.1] infamous 'misplaced' eyeglasses and beautiful smile just brightened up my day.
As I entered the classroom, I was half-disappointed and at the same time thrilled to see only four, five, six or so people inside the vast classroom deprived of chairs and a single table leg, RH 115. After all those running and scrambling earlier in the day, the few minutes of fun and more fun was able to compensate for my tiresome efforts. Good thing I wasn't late. Still, I was able to learn my lesson: never to leave valuable things unattended. ;)
Labels: entertainment, flashback, sabaw
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Suddenly it was evening. Windows were flung open in hope of wind, but there was none. The tense, afternoon air was still trapped inside the house. The cicadas shrilled in the dusty trees, and the fireflies fluttered about in the dim part of the empty lot beside our home, vague and restless in the twilight.
The moon slowly ascended above the houses, swollen and yellow in the young evening. Darkness rose like a mist from the yard. Beyond the halo of the street lamp, the leaves of the trees had caught the first ray of the moon; a radiance that was spreading in the sky. The moon was gradually brightening and silvering.
The clean moonlight finally gleamed down upon the town. It looked majestic up in the night sky, making the leaves look like sheathed daggers and silver robes. As I walked in the moon-white empy streets, past the mute shuttered houses, I sensed something cold. The wind finally blew a strong gust, one that would send shivers down your spine. The wind shattered the stillness of the hour, the moon and the wind were like comrades together, against the huge, deep and silver night.
The moon had completely transformed the town. The streets looked wider and cleaner, the lights of the cars added up a patch of light in the darkness of the night. The houses assumed loveliness in the wash of the moonlight. As I gazed up at the moon; the moon would lift me up, soaring away to the center of the night. For a moment, it was only between the moon and myself, alive with light. I could feel the moon's heart beating.
Here I am once again, dreaming under the bright and soundless moonlight sky.
*sorry for the lame post (as I see it)
The moon slowly ascended above the houses, swollen and yellow in the young evening. Darkness rose like a mist from the yard. Beyond the halo of the street lamp, the leaves of the trees had caught the first ray of the moon; a radiance that was spreading in the sky. The moon was gradually brightening and silvering.
The clean moonlight finally gleamed down upon the town. It looked majestic up in the night sky, making the leaves look like sheathed daggers and silver robes. As I walked in the moon-white empy streets, past the mute shuttered houses, I sensed something cold. The wind finally blew a strong gust, one that would send shivers down your spine. The wind shattered the stillness of the hour, the moon and the wind were like comrades together, against the huge, deep and silver night.
The moon had completely transformed the town. The streets looked wider and cleaner, the lights of the cars added up a patch of light in the darkness of the night. The houses assumed loveliness in the wash of the moonlight. As I gazed up at the moon; the moon would lift me up, soaring away to the center of the night. For a moment, it was only between the moon and myself, alive with light. I could feel the moon's heart beating.
Here I am once again, dreaming under the bright and soundless moonlight sky.
*sorry for the lame post (as I see it)
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Papers and folders were everywhere in my computer desk, waiting to be read. Books from high school and college were piled in the same rack, not to mention those notebooks with corny stickers that have my name printed on them. The phone's headset is still plugged in my ears, playing songs randomly. My gaze wandered through the room, only to see that I was the only one left downstairs.
Gathering up my things for tomorrow, I tried to go up to my room and sleep. I lay myself down on the queen-size bed, putting away all the day's frustrations, hassles and pressure, and still trying to text everyone a morning message, looking for another person who also broke the rule of having a normal sleeping time. After waiting for a few minutes, still there was no reply. Perhaps I was the only one awake this time. After realizing that, I tried to close my eyes. I tried.
Forty minutes have gone by, and still my eyes were open, wandering aimlessly through the darkness of the room, illuminated lightly by the lamp post at the sidewalk. Though my muscles were weary and aching, I was still able to sit up, walk and go downstairs. After turning on the lights, I picked up a pack of chips from the cabinet, and got another bottle of red iced tea from the refrigerator. I turned on the computer, and while waiting for the system to start up, checked my phone for messages. Success. Someone was still alive, at this time of the day. It was 1:12 AM, and the hands of the clock were continously ticking. I only have about 4 hours left to sleep, but it's not yet time to do that. I just can't.
After finishing the light meal, here I am, typing this blasted blog entry, still desperately trying to sleep even in the computer chair. I tried to played slow songs in the player, but still no good. I read some of the handouts in Histo 2, but still I was able to finish them without getting sleepy. I turned off the lights, leaving the job of shedding light on the room to the LCD of the computer monitor. The room was filled with darkness again. I didn't have the strength to go back up anymore, so I decided to stay downstairs and wait until the feeling creeps in.
Alas, I had the perfect time for sleep. After taking a final glance at the silvery white moon outside and also my phone's clock, at 2:40 AM, finally my eyes were like on a kaleidoscope, spinning around. At last, it is time. With barely two hours of sleep, I still have to wake up early tomorrow morning, or should I say later at 5:00 AM, as soon as the alarm from my phone goes off. Until then, I'll have to keep my eyes closed.
So, yes, good night.
Gathering up my things for tomorrow, I tried to go up to my room and sleep. I lay myself down on the queen-size bed, putting away all the day's frustrations, hassles and pressure, and still trying to text everyone a morning message, looking for another person who also broke the rule of having a normal sleeping time. After waiting for a few minutes, still there was no reply. Perhaps I was the only one awake this time. After realizing that, I tried to close my eyes. I tried.
Forty minutes have gone by, and still my eyes were open, wandering aimlessly through the darkness of the room, illuminated lightly by the lamp post at the sidewalk. Though my muscles were weary and aching, I was still able to sit up, walk and go downstairs. After turning on the lights, I picked up a pack of chips from the cabinet, and got another bottle of red iced tea from the refrigerator. I turned on the computer, and while waiting for the system to start up, checked my phone for messages. Success. Someone was still alive, at this time of the day. It was 1:12 AM, and the hands of the clock were continously ticking. I only have about 4 hours left to sleep, but it's not yet time to do that. I just can't.
After finishing the light meal, here I am, typing this blasted blog entry, still desperately trying to sleep even in the computer chair. I tried to played slow songs in the player, but still no good. I read some of the handouts in Histo 2, but still I was able to finish them without getting sleepy. I turned off the lights, leaving the job of shedding light on the room to the LCD of the computer monitor. The room was filled with darkness again. I didn't have the strength to go back up anymore, so I decided to stay downstairs and wait until the feeling creeps in.
Alas, I had the perfect time for sleep. After taking a final glance at the silvery white moon outside and also my phone's clock, at 2:40 AM, finally my eyes were like on a kaleidoscope, spinning around. At last, it is time. With barely two hours of sleep, I still have to wake up early tomorrow morning, or should I say later at 5:00 AM, as soon as the alarm from my phone goes off. Until then, I'll have to keep my eyes closed.
So, yes, good night.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
For the boys of our block, each passing day inside the premises of UP Manila is never complete without noise.
Armed with the corniest jokes that weren't forwarded last night (due to the possible case of flooding the inbox our blockmates' phones) and 'philosophical ideas' on the back of our heads, as always, we enter the classroom with smiles on our faces.
From dude pare to pareng idol, from walktalking (walking and talking at the same time haha) to 'philosophizing' our daily conversations (Q: Ui, 'san kayo? A: Nasa [current location]..), all goes down to making fun of the conio language accompanied by our latest phrase. We're always playing language games even without knowing it. Always sabaw, we are prepared for every conversation, interesting or not. Even texting, is not an exception.
Sometimes, we'd be inside the clasroom, laughing like idiots over something that I guess even you (reader) wouldn't find funny at all. Sometimes we'd just be lurking at the library, barging into even the most innocent atmosphere in the college and spending our free time, comforting ourselves with the aircon to temporarily escape the hot sun outside. Or you could also see us walking inside the Robinson's Mall, looking around, criticizing even those (in)security guards who welcome you whenever you enter the mall. Sometimes you'd see us at the GAB Canteen, chatting with the people at Smokey's (a hotdog stand), drinking iced coffee and still, laughing like idiots while talking to each other. So what if we always laugh? Laugh, laugh, laugh. What's the point of hiding happiness anyway?
DotA is our sanctuary, the ever reliable realm of that game never failed to amuse us. From using the hero names as counterparts of some of our blockmates in the real world to creating weird names and phrases from past 'experiences' in class, the game turns out to be more thrilling than it was without doing those things. We'll be having more fun, now that we have more people to play it with. And with every game we play, we always have this thought that 'this is for the block' blah, and that we should win it for the glory of Block 20.
From corny to funny, these things just happen 'unexpectedly', and we don't give a damn about them. We just don't want the class to turn out boring for us, and we like what we are doing. Block 20 Boys will always be Block 20 Boys. Hats off, you gay noobs.
"Over our dead bodies, we love OT." - a recent quote from EM, AU and AV. Though DP was not with us that time, I know he'd also agree. I just know, oompa loompa. :)
Armed with the corniest jokes that weren't forwarded last night (due to the possible case of flooding the inbox our blockmates' phones) and 'philosophical ideas' on the back of our heads, as always, we enter the classroom with smiles on our faces.
From dude pare to pareng idol, from walktalking (walking and talking at the same time haha) to 'philosophizing' our daily conversations (Q: Ui, 'san kayo? A: Nasa [current location]..), all goes down to making fun of the conio language accompanied by our latest phrase. We're always playing language games even without knowing it. Always sabaw, we are prepared for every conversation, interesting or not. Even texting, is not an exception.
Sometimes, we'd be inside the clasroom, laughing like idiots over something that I guess even you (reader) wouldn't find funny at all. Sometimes we'd just be lurking at the library, barging into even the most innocent atmosphere in the college and spending our free time, comforting ourselves with the aircon to temporarily escape the hot sun outside. Or you could also see us walking inside the Robinson's Mall, looking around, criticizing even those (in)security guards who welcome you whenever you enter the mall. Sometimes you'd see us at the GAB Canteen, chatting with the people at Smokey's (a hotdog stand), drinking iced coffee and still, laughing like idiots while talking to each other. So what if we always laugh? Laugh, laugh, laugh. What's the point of hiding happiness anyway?
DotA is our sanctuary, the ever reliable realm of that game never failed to amuse us. From using the hero names as counterparts of some of our blockmates in the real world to creating weird names and phrases from past 'experiences' in class, the game turns out to be more thrilling than it was without doing those things. We'll be having more fun, now that we have more people to play it with. And with every game we play, we always have this thought that 'this is for the block' blah, and that we should win it for the glory of Block 20.
From corny to funny, these things just happen 'unexpectedly', and we don't give a damn about them. We just don't want the class to turn out boring for us, and we like what we are doing. Block 20 Boys will always be Block 20 Boys. Hats off, you gay noobs.
"Over our dead bodies, we love OT." - a recent quote from EM, AU and AV. Though DP was not with us that time, I know he'd also agree. I just know, oompa loompa. :)
Friday, January 05, 2007
[ The following entry which you are about to read is absolutely fictional. The names are all created in the mind of the author, OR suggested by his friends and relatives. If you happen to be the owner of one of the names, do react immediately. This post is just a 'letter' by a former patient of Ward 7, who found heaven in the company of his fellow patients. Do not get carried away, or else.. you know. ]
Dear MamSir/SirMam/Staff/Doctors/Nurses/Patients:
Mabuhay, ako po ito, ang pinaka-mabait niyong pasyente sa ward 7 limang taon na ang nakalilipas, si Muymuy.. Bago ang lahat, belated happy new year at advancd merry christmas na para sa taong ito. Sumulat po ako dahil wala lang, naalala ko kayo nung nagmumuni-muni ako dito sa bahay.
Kumusta na po kayo dyan? Ako, heto ayos naman po, nakahanap na po ako ng isang butihing asawa na tanggap ang buong pagkatao ko.. Pero parang kulang pa rin po ang buhay ko,tila ba hinahatak ako pabalik sa dati kong tahanan, kung saan marami akong nakikitang mga kamangha-manghang mga bagay na hindi ko na nakikita ngayon. Nami-miss ko na po kayo lahat dyan.
Naalala ko pa nga po ang mga batuhan namin ng filler ng ballpen na binali para lamang magkalat ng tinta sa aming mga katawan at sa buong kwarto namin para lamang pahirapan ang buwisit na tagapaligo namin, ang mga 'wrestling' matches na ginagawa ng aking mga kapwa na lalaki na mistulang mga superstar sa kanilang daigdig, kahit na hindi pa nagkakantian ay mayroon nang nanalo dahil sa referee naming uto uto. Lalo na rin po yung mga tahimik na away ng ibang mga pasyente dun, grabe nakakabingi talaga yun. Tumatagal pa ng dalawang oras yun. Naalala ko pa rin po ang mga oras na pinapayagan niyo kaming lumabas ng kwarto upang makapaglibot-libot sa PGH na parang isang museum na bago sa aming mga paningin. Pati na rin po yung mga gumagawa ng mga party paminsan-minsan dito sa atin, aba dun po ay mukhang mga bida kami, kahit ano ang gawin namin, pinapalakpakan kami, mas maganda pa binibigyan kami ng premyo. Hehehe.
Syanga po pala, naririyan pa ba si Eric? Sya po yung nagpapayong sa gitna ng kwarto namin para daw harangan yung ilaw, pero balak magbasa kahit madilim, nagbago na ba siya? Nami-miss ko na rin po si Jolens, yung babaeng sinasampal-sampal lang namin at ginagawang punching bag pero ayos lang sa kanya, sa pag-aakalang senyales iyon ng aming pagmamahal para sa kanya. Pati rin pala si Johnny Boy, bigla kong naalala. Siya naman po yung nagsisindi ng kandila tuwing bagong taon, at nagtatakip ng tenga habang hinihintay na maupos ito at sumabog diumano na parang whistle bomb. Nandyan pa po ba siya? Eh si Patrick po, nariyan pa ba? Yung kumakanta ng 'My Way' sa lumang videoke natin na nagloloko, kahit na tahimik siyang kumakanta eh 100 pa rin ang score nya?! Nakakainis talaga yun, samantalang ako maganda ang boses 30 lang ang nakukuha ko dun. Sinungaling. Pero ayos lang po, tanggap ko na yun. Si Karlita po, hindi pa rin ba na-release? Aba, eh nauna pa akong makalabas sa kanya ah. Sabi niya dati, ire-release na siya sa susunod na linggo pero lumipas na ang isang buwan andun pa rin siya. Ilusyonada talaga yung babaeng yun. Siya rin po yung super itim na babae na umiinom ng isang kutsarang Nivea Moisturizing Milk para daw pumuti siya, nakakatawa talaga. Sana alam niya na ngayon na three times a day dapat yun iniinom para tumalab.
Sana po ay marunong din makipag-coooperate ang mga bago niyong pasyente dyan ano? Baka nga yung mga dati kong kilala nandyan pa rin eh. Alam niyo namang ako lang, ako lang ang binigyan niyo ng most 'special' award sa amin eh. Tandang tanda ko pa nung Christmas Party bago ako i-release binigay yan eh. Ay, Christmas Party ba 'yun? Basta, depesdida yata yun, ewan ko. At dahil dyan sa award na yan, tanggap agad ako sa piang-applyan ko ng trabaho, yun bang nagsusulat ng balita sa dyaryo. Aba, ang laki ng kita nung printing press na yun dahil sa akin ah! Pero company's secret na lang yun kung bakit malakas kami bumenta.
Sana po talaga magkaroon ako ng oras para dumalaw dyan sa inyo, nami-miss ko na talaga ang mga tao dyan, lalo na rin si miming, yung pusa dun sa may bintana na hindi naman masyadong gumagalaw, yung kaliwang kamay lang ang kumakaway. Ganun ba talaga yun? Sana nagbago na siya ng ugali ano..
Nagmamahal,
MuyMuy!
PS:
Sa spelling po ba ng cooperate, dalawa ang letter 'o' o isa lang po? ginawa ko nang tatlo dun sa letter para po sigurado kasi alam niyo naman pong hindi ako ganun kagaling sa english.. :)
Sana po matanggap at mabasa niyo ang sulat ko para sa inyong lahat kahit hindi ko alam ang eksaktong address ng ward natin. Basta nilagay ko lang po 'PGH Ward 7: Alam mo na yun.' :)
Labels: 'mental'ity, entertainment, sabaw
Monday, January 01, 2007
Up in the night sky of December 31, fireworks sparkled and made noise that welcomed the coming year, 2007.
Countdowns started, people were thrilled and excited. The media noche was waiting at the table, together with the smell of gunpowder from the firecrackers flying around the neighborhood. Strangers became friends. Families were reunited. Children jumped as high as they could, hoping to get some inches to literally grow up. New year babies were born. People stared at the sky, reminiscing memories from the past year. Everyone seemed to be happy. Almost.
While we were celebrating, the penniless were still swimming in the ocean of imagination. Half awake, they're still hoping for a better year to come their way, just like what they did last time. Celebrating with less than 12 round fruits on their table, they're still waiting for lady luck to knock on their doors.
Still, fire incidents were seen all over the place. Still, innocent people became victims of indiscriminate firing. Little kids were still brought to the hospital for one reason. A lot of money was wasted from buying fireworks, which nearly cost some lives. New year was still the same. After the smoke was clear, everything was still the same.
We're all back to square one.
*Happy New Year, everyone.
Countdowns started, people were thrilled and excited. The media noche was waiting at the table, together with the smell of gunpowder from the firecrackers flying around the neighborhood. Strangers became friends. Families were reunited. Children jumped as high as they could, hoping to get some inches to literally grow up. New year babies were born. People stared at the sky, reminiscing memories from the past year. Everyone seemed to be happy. Almost.
While we were celebrating, the penniless were still swimming in the ocean of imagination. Half awake, they're still hoping for a better year to come their way, just like what they did last time. Celebrating with less than 12 round fruits on their table, they're still waiting for lady luck to knock on their doors.
Still, fire incidents were seen all over the place. Still, innocent people became victims of indiscriminate firing. Little kids were still brought to the hospital for one reason. A lot of money was wasted from buying fireworks, which nearly cost some lives. New year was still the same. After the smoke was clear, everything was still the same.
We're all back to square one.
*Happy New Year, everyone.
Labels: new year
