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
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Kapag sineswerte ka nga naman.
Nakakatuwa ang kauna-unahan naming karanasan sa CAMP Talent Show na ginanap sa Girl Scouts of the Philippines HQ diyan sa Faura. Simulan na natin ang istorya ng isang napakahabang araw sa buhay ng mga myembro ng BS-OT Block 20.
Hindi ako nagising nang maaga. Mabuti na lamang at kahit 7:30 na ako nagising ay wala kaming klase sa History 2, sapagkat pinayagan kami ng aming propesor na mag-ensayo para sa nalalapit na talent show. Mabuti na rin at hindi ako umuwi ng aming tahanan, at sa dormitoryo lamang natulog, kaya nakarating ako sa CAS ng 8:20 sa kakamadali.
Nagpalit na kami ng damit. Matapos mag-ensayo sa kahuli-hulihang pagkakataon, kinailangan na naming magbihis bilang paghahanda sa presentasyon namin. Ilang damit din ang aming sinubukan bago makapag-desisyon sa aming susuotin. Mahirap pala maging babae. Hindi muna kami nagmake-up sa kadahilanang ayaw naming maglakad sa Faura ng ganoon ang aming hitsura. Sinuot muna namin ni Ian ang aming mga T-shirt at pantalon habang papuntang GSP, sa ilalim ay ang aming mga karumal-dumal na mga costume.
Nagmistula kaming mga alalay. Lahat ng mga wardrobe ay sa aming mga lalaki ng block ipinadala. Puro kasi sila babae, at mahirap naman kung mapapagod sila. Nagpaka-maginoo na lamang kami at dinala ang kanilang mabibigat na mga gamit at ang mga props na gagamitin namin sa pagtatanghal. Hay, ang bait talaga naming mga lalaki sa block, hahaha.
Umulan. Tila pati ang kalikasan ay naiyak na sa awa para sa aming mga hitsura. Umambon habang papunta kami sa GSP, habang dala dala namin ang mga kagamitan, at hawak ang isang payong sa kabilang kamay. Mainit naman pagkatapos, kaya naisipan naming hubarin na ang aming mga T-shirt (mga lalaki lang, syempre) upang mahimasmasan ang init na nararamdaman ng aming mga katawan, una dahil sa kaba, at dahil na rin sa init na dulot ng panahon.
Late na nagsimula ang palabas. Ang nakalagay sa ticket, dapat 1:00 PM ang simula nito, ngunit dahil Pilipino tayo, 2:30 PM na ito na-umpisahan. Bago umupo sa kanya kanyang mga upuan, nilagay na ang mga make-up namin ni Ian, at nagdasal pagkatapos. Siyempre, sa tagal ng aming paghihintay, kumuha ang ilan sa amin ng mga litrato. At ngiti pa rin kami ng ngiti kahit hindi ko pa nakikita ang hitsura ko sa harap ng salamin. Bumili na rin muna kami ng C2 at V-Cut sa coop sa labas, bilang pamatid uhaw at gutom.
Palakpakan, hiyawan, tawanan. Bukod sa mga mismong kasali ng show na ito, mayroong dalawang intermission number na inihain sa aming ng mga propesor at faculty ng aming kolehiyo, ang CAMP. Pamilyar ang mga mukhang nakita namin doon, lalo na si Sir Mitch, guro namin sa NSTP. Tawa lang kami ng tawa, wala sa loob na kakanta pa kami mamaya sa aming pagtatanghal. Lalo pang lumakas ang tawanan noong nagmistulang mga danseur ang mga kalalakihan ng CAMP. Hindi ko alam kung mayroon pa silang mukhang ihaharap sa amin sa susunod naming mga pagkikita. Salamat sa kanila at nawala ang aking kaba. Dahil sa kanila, hindi na kami magmumukhang kahiya-hiya nina Ian, Lemuel at Chamie sa harap ng mga manonood namin.
Huli kaming magtatanghal. Lalo lamang kaming kinakabahan dahil habang pinapanood namin ang mga naunang nagtanghal sa amin, nalula kami at lalong natakot, habang palapit ng palapit ang oras namin upang magtanghal sa harap ng mga kaibigan, at kaklase sa ilang mga asignatura. Kamangha-mangha ang kanilang mga ipinamalas sa amin, naisip kong mistulang mga baguhan pa lamang kami sa talent show na ito, at ang ilan sa kanila ay mga beterano na; pinaghandaan talaga nila ang palabas na ito. Samantalang para sa amin ay 'katuwaan' lamang ito.
Heto na. Kinailangan na naming pumunta sa backstage upang maghanda para sa aming pagtatanghal. Puro tawanan pa rin ang naririnig. Napakagaganda ng mga babae sa block namin lalo na ng mga oras na iyon. Hindi na ako magbabanggit ng mga pangalan sapagkat lahat sila ay kasali, at pahahabain lang nito ang aking dapat ilagay dito. Ngunit kahit maganda pa sila, hindi maikakaila na mas maganda kami ni Ian kesa sa kanila. Minsan pa lang ako nagcross dress sa buhay ko, at ito na yata ang pinaka-masaya. Noon lang namin nakita ang aming mga sarili, sapagkat may salamin doon, at inayos namin ang aming mga hitsura sa kahuli-hulihang pagkakataon. Salamat nga pala sa aking mga sponsor, sina Mia (orange at black na flip flops, green na palda, red na bag at white na headband) at Chia (pink na tube at pink rin na shades) para sa pagpapahiram sa akin ng mga gamit at damit pambabae. Bahala na kayong magmuni-muni kung ano ang hitsura ko nung mga oras na iyon.
Hindi ko na maipaliwanag ang ilang mga eksena noong kami'y nagtanghal na. Wala akong masyadong nakitang reaksyon ng mga manonood sapagkat kinailangan kong alisin ang aking salamin (eyeglasses) upang maging ganap na babae (bading) kami ni Ian. Ang masasabi ko lang ay ginawa lang namin ang aming makakaya noong oras na iyon. At proud kami roon. Manalo o matalo, nag-enjoy lang kami sa palabas.
Meron pa. Matapos banggitin ang mga nanalo (hindi kami kasali roon, tulad ng aking inaasahan) mayroon pang After Party na ginanap sa Abas diyan sa J. Nakpil St. sa Malate. Uminom kami at nagsayawan hanggang alas nueve ng gabi, di alintana ang ibang taong nakapalibot sa amin, pagkat sila'y taga-UP rin. Basta nag-enjoy na lang kami nung gabing iyon. Naka-usap namin ang ilang mga taga-CAMP, at nakarinig ng ilang papuri at katatawanan mula sa aming mga batchmate, lalo na sa pagganap naming bakla ni Ian.
Nakipagsapalaran, tila isang adventure ang aming ginawa noong araw na iyon. Natapos ang lahat sa KFC Padre Faura, sa pagbili ng pagkain, huling hirit ng mga tawanan, bago kami nagsipag-uwian. May NSTP pa ako mamaya, ngunit duda ako kung papasok pa si Sir Mitch, ngayong alam na namin ang kanyang lihim.
Bahala na lang kung makapal pa rin ang mukha ko upang magpakita sa CAMP.
*Edit: sandali lang ang NSTP namin kanina, mga 20 minutes. Siguro pati si Sir Mitch may hang-over din dun sa ginawa niya. XD
Nakakatuwa ang kauna-unahan naming karanasan sa CAMP Talent Show na ginanap sa Girl Scouts of the Philippines HQ diyan sa Faura. Simulan na natin ang istorya ng isang napakahabang araw sa buhay ng mga myembro ng BS-OT Block 20.
Hindi ako nagising nang maaga. Mabuti na lamang at kahit 7:30 na ako nagising ay wala kaming klase sa History 2, sapagkat pinayagan kami ng aming propesor na mag-ensayo para sa nalalapit na talent show. Mabuti na rin at hindi ako umuwi ng aming tahanan, at sa dormitoryo lamang natulog, kaya nakarating ako sa CAS ng 8:20 sa kakamadali.
Nagpalit na kami ng damit. Matapos mag-ensayo sa kahuli-hulihang pagkakataon, kinailangan na naming magbihis bilang paghahanda sa presentasyon namin. Ilang damit din ang aming sinubukan bago makapag-desisyon sa aming susuotin. Mahirap pala maging babae. Hindi muna kami nagmake-up sa kadahilanang ayaw naming maglakad sa Faura ng ganoon ang aming hitsura. Sinuot muna namin ni Ian ang aming mga T-shirt at pantalon habang papuntang GSP, sa ilalim ay ang aming mga karumal-dumal na mga costume.
Nagmistula kaming mga alalay. Lahat ng mga wardrobe ay sa aming mga lalaki ng block ipinadala. Puro kasi sila babae, at mahirap naman kung mapapagod sila. Nagpaka-maginoo na lamang kami at dinala ang kanilang mabibigat na mga gamit at ang mga props na gagamitin namin sa pagtatanghal. Hay, ang bait talaga naming mga lalaki sa block, hahaha.
Umulan. Tila pati ang kalikasan ay naiyak na sa awa para sa aming mga hitsura. Umambon habang papunta kami sa GSP, habang dala dala namin ang mga kagamitan, at hawak ang isang payong sa kabilang kamay. Mainit naman pagkatapos, kaya naisipan naming hubarin na ang aming mga T-shirt (mga lalaki lang, syempre) upang mahimasmasan ang init na nararamdaman ng aming mga katawan, una dahil sa kaba, at dahil na rin sa init na dulot ng panahon.
Late na nagsimula ang palabas. Ang nakalagay sa ticket, dapat 1:00 PM ang simula nito, ngunit dahil Pilipino tayo, 2:30 PM na ito na-umpisahan. Bago umupo sa kanya kanyang mga upuan, nilagay na ang mga make-up namin ni Ian, at nagdasal pagkatapos. Siyempre, sa tagal ng aming paghihintay, kumuha ang ilan sa amin ng mga litrato. At ngiti pa rin kami ng ngiti kahit hindi ko pa nakikita ang hitsura ko sa harap ng salamin. Bumili na rin muna kami ng C2 at V-Cut sa coop sa labas, bilang pamatid uhaw at gutom.
Palakpakan, hiyawan, tawanan. Bukod sa mga mismong kasali ng show na ito, mayroong dalawang intermission number na inihain sa aming ng mga propesor at faculty ng aming kolehiyo, ang CAMP. Pamilyar ang mga mukhang nakita namin doon, lalo na si Sir Mitch, guro namin sa NSTP. Tawa lang kami ng tawa, wala sa loob na kakanta pa kami mamaya sa aming pagtatanghal. Lalo pang lumakas ang tawanan noong nagmistulang mga danseur ang mga kalalakihan ng CAMP. Hindi ko alam kung mayroon pa silang mukhang ihaharap sa amin sa susunod naming mga pagkikita. Salamat sa kanila at nawala ang aking kaba. Dahil sa kanila, hindi na kami magmumukhang kahiya-hiya nina Ian, Lemuel at Chamie sa harap ng mga manonood namin.
Huli kaming magtatanghal. Lalo lamang kaming kinakabahan dahil habang pinapanood namin ang mga naunang nagtanghal sa amin, nalula kami at lalong natakot, habang palapit ng palapit ang oras namin upang magtanghal sa harap ng mga kaibigan, at kaklase sa ilang mga asignatura. Kamangha-mangha ang kanilang mga ipinamalas sa amin, naisip kong mistulang mga baguhan pa lamang kami sa talent show na ito, at ang ilan sa kanila ay mga beterano na; pinaghandaan talaga nila ang palabas na ito. Samantalang para sa amin ay 'katuwaan' lamang ito.
Heto na. Kinailangan na naming pumunta sa backstage upang maghanda para sa aming pagtatanghal. Puro tawanan pa rin ang naririnig. Napakagaganda ng mga babae sa block namin lalo na ng mga oras na iyon. Hindi na ako magbabanggit ng mga pangalan sapagkat lahat sila ay kasali, at pahahabain lang nito ang aking dapat ilagay dito. Ngunit kahit maganda pa sila, hindi maikakaila na mas maganda kami ni Ian kesa sa kanila. Minsan pa lang ako nagcross dress sa buhay ko, at ito na yata ang pinaka-masaya. Noon lang namin nakita ang aming mga sarili, sapagkat may salamin doon, at inayos namin ang aming mga hitsura sa kahuli-hulihang pagkakataon. Salamat nga pala sa aking mga sponsor, sina Mia (orange at black na flip flops, green na palda, red na bag at white na headband) at Chia (pink na tube at pink rin na shades) para sa pagpapahiram sa akin ng mga gamit at damit pambabae. Bahala na kayong magmuni-muni kung ano ang hitsura ko nung mga oras na iyon.
Hindi ko na maipaliwanag ang ilang mga eksena noong kami'y nagtanghal na. Wala akong masyadong nakitang reaksyon ng mga manonood sapagkat kinailangan kong alisin ang aking salamin (eyeglasses) upang maging ganap na babae (bading) kami ni Ian. Ang masasabi ko lang ay ginawa lang namin ang aming makakaya noong oras na iyon. At proud kami roon. Manalo o matalo, nag-enjoy lang kami sa palabas.
Meron pa. Matapos banggitin ang mga nanalo (hindi kami kasali roon, tulad ng aking inaasahan) mayroon pang After Party na ginanap sa Abas diyan sa J. Nakpil St. sa Malate. Uminom kami at nagsayawan hanggang alas nueve ng gabi, di alintana ang ibang taong nakapalibot sa amin, pagkat sila'y taga-UP rin. Basta nag-enjoy na lang kami nung gabing iyon. Naka-usap namin ang ilang mga taga-CAMP, at nakarinig ng ilang papuri at katatawanan mula sa aming mga batchmate, lalo na sa pagganap naming bakla ni Ian.
Sabi nga ni Dan sa akin, "Makakapasok ka pa kaya sa MaSci?"
"EWAN KO."
Nakipagsapalaran, tila isang adventure ang aming ginawa noong araw na iyon. Natapos ang lahat sa KFC Padre Faura, sa pagbili ng pagkain, huling hirit ng mga tawanan, bago kami nagsipag-uwian. May NSTP pa ako mamaya, ngunit duda ako kung papasok pa si Sir Mitch, ngayong alam na namin ang kanyang lihim.
Bahala na lang kung makapal pa rin ang mukha ko upang magpakita sa CAMP.
*Edit: sandali lang ang NSTP namin kanina, mga 20 minutes. Siguro pati si Sir Mitch may hang-over din dun sa ginawa niya. XD
Labels: entertainment, flashback, hangover, sabaw, talent show
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Manila before the Pacific War boasts of some charming boroughs, one of which is Ermita (the spanish of hermitage). But since time lavishes the opportunities for change and growth, Manila today has departed from its classic Spanish-Filipino ambience.
Bounded in the north by a vast 60-hectare area which we call the Rizal Park, which old name is Luneta or Bagumbayan (new land), in the south by Calle Herran (Pedro Gil today, in case you do not know), in the east by Taft Avenue (after William H. Taft), Ermita's landmarks have heeded the call of progress, modernization and tourism. As years (decades to be exact) passed by, Ermita has changed, and indeed it had a drastic metamorphosis.
Before, Luneta's historic claim was its ground where our national hero Jose Rizal, fell to his death, now Luneta promenaders love it for all the funning, relaxing and loving (love-making also included) it offers. This old field now includes Chinese, Japanese, and Italian gardens, a children's playground, and shady corners for the lovers (hmmmm).
Ermita was known before as a red-light district, which offered rows of night clubs, cocktail lounges, and beer joints that have catered to the wants of locals and foreigners as well as entertainment plus (you know what I mean, don't you?). After these nightspots were closed down by former mayor Alfredo Lim, nightlife in the area has dwindled. This has been picked up again with the help of the emergence of the nearby Malate district and the Roxas Boulevard Baywalk area in the nightlife scene.
Still, the splendid sunset at Manila Bay happily continues to hold Ermita's habitues spellbound to its scenic view. Hotels near it simply add a patch of grandeur to Roxas Boulevard's long stretch of sea (and hope, perhaps). Not to mention the neon lights that illuminate the bay at night.
Other than nightlife, there are a number of shops and boutiques that offer some good buys. The Supreme Court, just near the DOJ and NBI, the most frequented places by the media, making Ermita a noisy place, literally because of strikes and rallies around the corner. Sidewalk vendors add up to that, with the funny facts that they hide their products under cars to avoid detection from police raiders or even worse, under open manholes (!).
Universities and hospitals are also include in the attractions of Ermita, including the Philippine General Hospital, Manila Doctors' Hospital, Adamson University, Emilio Aguinaldo College, University of the Philippines and the Manila Science High School. The students of the schools menitioned have actually turned the nearby Robinson's Place into a bustling shopping center and rendezvous with several other coffee shops and outdoor-type cafes.
Whether the Ermita frequenters are attuned to the streets or the stars, Ermita is a place where one can go to bare his soul (pure or putrid, no matter what). Ermita is quite simply a place that hankers to be left alone.
I will be frequenting Ermita once more, second semester is about to begin.
*ang tawag kaya sa tagalog ng Ermitense (people who frequent Ermita) ay Ermitanyo?
Bounded in the north by a vast 60-hectare area which we call the Rizal Park, which old name is Luneta or Bagumbayan (new land), in the south by Calle Herran (Pedro Gil today, in case you do not know), in the east by Taft Avenue (after William H. Taft), Ermita's landmarks have heeded the call of progress, modernization and tourism. As years (decades to be exact) passed by, Ermita has changed, and indeed it had a drastic metamorphosis.
Before, Luneta's historic claim was its ground where our national hero Jose Rizal, fell to his death, now Luneta promenaders love it for all the funning, relaxing and loving (love-making also included) it offers. This old field now includes Chinese, Japanese, and Italian gardens, a children's playground, and shady corners for the lovers (hmmmm).
Ermita was known before as a red-light district, which offered rows of night clubs, cocktail lounges, and beer joints that have catered to the wants of locals and foreigners as well as entertainment plus (you know what I mean, don't you?). After these nightspots were closed down by former mayor Alfredo Lim, nightlife in the area has dwindled. This has been picked up again with the help of the emergence of the nearby Malate district and the Roxas Boulevard Baywalk area in the nightlife scene.
Still, the splendid sunset at Manila Bay happily continues to hold Ermita's habitues spellbound to its scenic view. Hotels near it simply add a patch of grandeur to Roxas Boulevard's long stretch of sea (and hope, perhaps). Not to mention the neon lights that illuminate the bay at night.
Other than nightlife, there are a number of shops and boutiques that offer some good buys. The Supreme Court, just near the DOJ and NBI, the most frequented places by the media, making Ermita a noisy place, literally because of strikes and rallies around the corner. Sidewalk vendors add up to that, with the funny facts that they hide their products under cars to avoid detection from police raiders or even worse, under open manholes (!).
Universities and hospitals are also include in the attractions of Ermita, including the Philippine General Hospital, Manila Doctors' Hospital, Adamson University, Emilio Aguinaldo College, University of the Philippines and the Manila Science High School. The students of the schools menitioned have actually turned the nearby Robinson's Place into a bustling shopping center and rendezvous with several other coffee shops and outdoor-type cafes.
Whether the Ermita frequenters are attuned to the streets or the stars, Ermita is a place where one can go to bare his soul (pure or putrid, no matter what). Ermita is quite simply a place that hankers to be left alone.
I will be frequenting Ermita once more, second semester is about to begin.
*ang tawag kaya sa tagalog ng Ermitense (people who frequent Ermita) ay Ermitanyo?
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Whew, just got back from our field trip in Ilocos. It's almost eleven in the evening and the rain still does not want to stop pouring here in our place.
It was totally a 'sabaw trip.' Sakto, sa Bus #1 kami napunta. (well, palipat-lipat nga kami sa 1 and 2, pero ayun sa 1 talaga.) Hindi pa umaalis yung bus, marami nang 'sights' sa AS pa lang (alam niyo na...), katulad nung announcement ni Catwoman dun, haha. Nun lang namin napansin ng blockmates ko. Haha, grabe. Kausap pa namin siya bago kami umalis.
Soundtrip. Yung mga kasama naming PolSci, ang sarap ng kantahan. Haha, parang wala nang bukas pero ok lang yun. Movietrip. Nanood kami ng kung ano-anong DVDs na nandun. Isa lang ata yung natapos ko nang maayos, haha. Nakatulugan ko na yung iba.
Foodtrip. Kain sa ChowKing. Sabay Laughtrip na rin, dahil sa uniform na suot naming tatlo nila Ian at Denis. Kasama na rin yung nakita ni Chamie na kapangalan ko. Then we went to the Marcos Shrine, kung saan na-confiscate pansamantala ang phone ni bestfriend kasi bawal kunan yung remains ni Marcos eh tapos nakita siya nung nilabas niya yung phone niya. Ok lang, sinoli naman na eh. Haha.
'Tokotoktrip.' Wow, akalain mo yun. Nagpunta kami sa Heritage Village para bumili ng souvenirs saka pagkain at maglakad dun sa cobblestone floor, kung saan nagbibigay ng 'tokotok' sound yung kabayong naghihila ng calesa. Eh kaso, si kuya Mike nakita namin dun sa bus nila, nalock sa loob, kaya sinubukan namin silang tulungan nung kasama niya. Ayun, medyo na-late kami sa kuhaan ng calesa. Kumusta naman ang mga lola niyo(haha.),naglakad sa Meztizo District hanggang sa makakita ng magto-tour sa 'min. Dinocumentary pa talaga ni Dom yun.
'Cardtrip.' Upon reaching the resort in the evening and eating our precious dinner, we played card games (tong-its, pekwa, 1-2-3 pass, pusoy, etc.) until about THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING. Wow, sabaw. Wala kaming tulog talaga. Kaso, talo na ako lagi nung last parts na sa 1-2-3 pass. Sabaw na sabaw na talaga 'ko nun, kaya nagkampihan na kami ni Chamie. "yon!" Hehehe. Dito rin lumabas ang alterego ni Denis bilang isang hyper na batang akala mo ay tumira ng sandamakmak na pentel pen at rugby. Epekto ng walang tulugan.
Pero, kailangan pa rin naming gumising nang maaga. So, we went back to our lovely 'Freezing Field' and I slept for an hour or so. Sa bus saka sa bahay ko na lang babawiin yung mga kulang na oras kong tulog. 'Pag nakatulog ka kasi, marami kang mamimiss na 'fun.'
'Tulogtrip.'6:30 na ako tuluyang nakumbinsi ni Denis na gumising, haha. Anong oras na ba kasi ako natulog, mga 5 ata yun. Si Chamie pa hindi natulog. Nagsimba daw sila (nung F.C. niya.). Buti pa si Ian, nanamnam ng husto yung higaan namin.
At the end of the trip's final day (hahahaha, redundancy.), our 'busmates' went off one by one and got home. Hanggang sa kahuli-hulihang pagkakataon at tuluyan nilang 'paghihiwalay' sa araw na ito, inaasar pa rin si Anna at Ian.
Si Dr. Mateo pala, makulit din kausap. Haha. Nakikisakay din siya sa mga kalokohan namin sa block like yung mga love team issues sa block. Kawawa naman yung tatlo dun sa apat na guys na kasama. Whew, buti di ako kasama sa tatlong yun. Come to think of it, apat lang kami. Hahaha. Sorry Denis, damay ka dito.
Ang hirap palang magkwento ng mga nangyari sa field trip...Kulang pa 'tong mga nilagay ko dito kaya, mag-tag kayo. Dadagdagan ko pa 'to pag may time ako. Kung gusto niyo (blockmates ko..) lagay niyo sa tagbox. Inaantok na talaga ako.
Oh well, kailangan ko nang matulog. May pasok kasi kami bukas. ASAR.
Currently listening to:
Koda Kumi - 1000 No Kotoba (100 Words), ang aking pampatulog. ^__^
It was totally a 'sabaw trip.' Sakto, sa Bus #1 kami napunta. (well, palipat-lipat nga kami sa 1 and 2, pero ayun sa 1 talaga.) Hindi pa umaalis yung bus, marami nang 'sights' sa AS pa lang (alam niyo na...), katulad nung announcement ni Catwoman dun, haha. Nun lang namin napansin ng blockmates ko. Haha, grabe. Kausap pa namin siya bago kami umalis.
Soundtrip. Yung mga kasama naming PolSci, ang sarap ng kantahan. Haha, parang wala nang bukas pero ok lang yun. Movietrip. Nanood kami ng kung ano-anong DVDs na nandun. Isa lang ata yung natapos ko nang maayos, haha. Nakatulugan ko na yung iba.
Foodtrip. Kain sa ChowKing. Sabay Laughtrip na rin, dahil sa uniform na suot naming tatlo nila Ian at Denis. Kasama na rin yung nakita ni Chamie na kapangalan ko. Then we went to the Marcos Shrine, kung saan na-confiscate pansamantala ang phone ni bestfriend kasi bawal kunan yung remains ni Marcos eh tapos nakita siya nung nilabas niya yung phone niya. Ok lang, sinoli naman na eh. Haha.
'Tokotoktrip.' Wow, akalain mo yun. Nagpunta kami sa Heritage Village para bumili ng souvenirs saka pagkain at maglakad dun sa cobblestone floor, kung saan nagbibigay ng 'tokotok' sound yung kabayong naghihila ng calesa. Eh kaso, si kuya Mike nakita namin dun sa bus nila, nalock sa loob, kaya sinubukan namin silang tulungan nung kasama niya. Ayun, medyo na-late kami sa kuhaan ng calesa. Kumusta naman ang mga lola niyo(haha.),naglakad sa Meztizo District hanggang sa makakita ng magto-tour sa 'min. Dinocumentary pa talaga ni Dom yun.
'Cardtrip.' Upon reaching the resort in the evening and eating our precious dinner, we played card games (tong-its, pekwa, 1-2-3 pass, pusoy, etc.) until about THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING. Wow, sabaw. Wala kaming tulog talaga. Kaso, talo na ako lagi nung last parts na sa 1-2-3 pass. Sabaw na sabaw na talaga 'ko nun, kaya nagkampihan na kami ni Chamie. "yon!" Hehehe. Dito rin lumabas ang alterego ni Denis bilang isang hyper na batang akala mo ay tumira ng sandamakmak na pentel pen at rugby. Epekto ng walang tulugan.
Pero, kailangan pa rin naming gumising nang maaga. So, we went back to our lovely 'Freezing Field' and I slept for an hour or so. Sa bus saka sa bahay ko na lang babawiin yung mga kulang na oras kong tulog. 'Pag nakatulog ka kasi, marami kang mamimiss na 'fun.'
'Tulogtrip.'6:30 na ako tuluyang nakumbinsi ni Denis na gumising, haha. Anong oras na ba kasi ako natulog, mga 5 ata yun. Si Chamie pa hindi natulog. Nagsimba daw sila (nung F.C. niya.). Buti pa si Ian, nanamnam ng husto yung higaan namin.
At the end of the trip's final day (hahahaha, redundancy.), our 'busmates' went off one by one and got home. Hanggang sa kahuli-hulihang pagkakataon at tuluyan nilang 'paghihiwalay' sa araw na ito, inaasar pa rin si Anna at Ian.
Si Dr. Mateo pala, makulit din kausap. Haha. Nakikisakay din siya sa mga kalokohan namin sa block like yung mga love team issues sa block. Kawawa naman yung tatlo dun sa apat na guys na kasama. Whew, buti di ako kasama sa tatlong yun. Come to think of it, apat lang kami. Hahaha. Sorry Denis, damay ka dito.
Ang hirap palang magkwento ng mga nangyari sa field trip...Kulang pa 'tong mga nilagay ko dito kaya, mag-tag kayo. Dadagdagan ko pa 'to pag may time ako. Kung gusto niyo (blockmates ko..) lagay niyo sa tagbox. Inaantok na talaga ako.
Oh well, kailangan ko nang matulog. May pasok kasi kami bukas. ASAR.
Currently listening to:
Koda Kumi - 1000 No Kotoba (100 Words), ang aking pampatulog. ^__^
Labels: entertainment, field trip, flashback, sabaw
Monday, August 14, 2006
I just had the bloodiest long exam ever in a language class, considering it was just the first one. Pano pa kaya yung susunod pa?
Ang saya talaga. Napakalapit nung nireview ko sa lumabas dun sa exam.
I went through all my notes in Comm, everything, but the exam was way beyond what I thought it would look like.
I thought, "Maraming word collocations, hyponymy saka ambrit english 'to." but nothing among those three appeared in the exam. Kung ano pa yung last lesson, yun pa yung lumabas. And to think, our prof told us that EVERYTHING will appear in the test. Kahit ba sabihin na application type yun, sabi niya everything, dapat everything talaga.
Ang saya talaga.
Magugulat pa 'ko kapag nalaman kong pumasa ako dun sa exam na 'yun.
Sunugin si Mrs. Salazar..
Currently listening to:
Eraserheads - Overdrive
Ang saya talaga. Napakalapit nung nireview ko sa lumabas dun sa exam.
I went through all my notes in Comm, everything, but the exam was way beyond what I thought it would look like.
I thought, "Maraming word collocations, hyponymy saka ambrit english 'to." but nothing among those three appeared in the exam. Kung ano pa yung last lesson, yun pa yung lumabas. And to think, our prof told us that EVERYTHING will appear in the test. Kahit ba sabihin na application type yun, sabi niya everything, dapat everything talaga.
Ang saya talaga.
Magugulat pa 'ko kapag nalaman kong pumasa ako dun sa exam na 'yun.
Sunugin si Mrs. Salazar..
Currently listening to:
Eraserheads - Overdrive
Labels: anger management, flashback
