Saturday, May 05, 2007
In behalf of my blog, I apologize to you, dear readers (if you still read my entries) for being away for such a long time. Summer has been killing me lately.
And aside from that, I had the privilege to be a guestblogger in Kuya Chico's Blog. Do not expect a long entry because I need not explain what you're supposed to do to be able to read it.
GO TO KUYA CHICO's BLOG. NOW.
CLICK HERE.
Well, then I guess I must now start honing my writing skills. Mind you, my guestblog is in Tagalog, not my usual 'forte.' Still, do comment anyway.
And aside from that, I had the privilege to be a guestblogger in Kuya Chico's Blog. Do not expect a long entry because I need not explain what you're supposed to do to be able to read it.
GO TO KUYA CHICO's BLOG. NOW.
CLICK HERE.
Well, then I guess I must now start honing my writing skills. Mind you, my guestblog is in Tagalog, not my usual 'forte.' Still, do comment anyway.
Labels: entertainment, fiction, sabaw
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Ayoko ng masyadong nag-iisip tungkol sa mga bagay bagay, lalo na kapag kailangan kong magdesisyon ng harap-harapan. Lagi kasing nangyayari yun sa akin, at minsan ay napapahamak (at napatatawa na rin) ako dahil sa mga naturang sitwasyon. Kapag tinatanong ako madalas ang sagot ko ay nasa gray areas, kaya naman sinasabi ko sa inyo na huwag na huwag niyo akong aasahan pagdating sa mga ganyan. Nung nagsaboy yata ng mga salita sa si Lord sa mundo, ang mga nakalap ko lang yata noon ay 'Hmm..' 'Ahh..' 'Ayos lang..' 'Pwede..' 'Hindi ko alam..' 'Ewan ko..' at lahat ng mga iba pang 'hindi siguradong' sagot na papasok dyan sa isip mo.
Kahit sa simpleng pagsabi ko ng order sa mga fastfood chain, hindi pa rin maiwasan na mapaisip ako ng malalim bago sabihin ang gusto kong bilhin. Nakikipag-usap din kasi ako sa kung kani-kanino habang nasa pila pa ako, para hindi ko maisip na matagal na kaming naghihintay doon. Ayan tuloy nalilimutan na rin kung ano yung bibilhin ko kaya naman wala na akong magawa kundi ngumiti na lang at minsan pa nakakatawanan ko na rin pati yung cashier na kaharap ko. Sayang nga lamang at hindi pa ganoon kalakas ang aking charm para malibre ako sa pagkain sa mga resto. Hanggang carinderia lang ang powers ko. Yuck cheap.
Maraming beses na rin yata akong napahamak dahil sa sakit (ganito ko na lang tatawagin) kong 'to, pero sorry hindi ko ito sasabihin. Sikretong malupit yun. Mabuti na lang hindi pa nangyayari sa akin ang mga pinakamalalang aksidenteng posible gaya na lang ng pag-crash ng eroplano, paglubog ng barko o pagbagsak ng mga meteors sa likodbahay namin, kundi baka wala na kayong mabasang post dito sa blog ko kundi isang epitaph na walang laman dahil hindi ko rin maiisip ang ipapalagay kung sakali. Pwede na siguro yung "Namatay dahil sa.." na message, wala na akong paki, tutal patay naman na ako. Pero malay natin, baka magbago pa isip ko.
Maski sa kahuli-hulihang pagkakataon bago ko ilathala ang post na 'to, nag-iisip pa rin ako kung hahabaan ko ba, kung English ba o Tagalog ang ipapabasa ko sa iyo at kung anong magandang pamagat slash titulo ng post na ito (Kita 'nyo na, sabi sa iyo eh). May draft muna kasi ako kapag gumagawa ng mga ganitong klase ng post, dahil siguro sa kakulangan sa oras para mag-isip ng maisusulat at dahil nga, tulad ng sinabi ko kanina dun sa itaas, ayoko ng masyadong nag-iisip sa mga bagay bagay.
Kahit sa simpleng pagsabi ko ng order sa mga fastfood chain, hindi pa rin maiwasan na mapaisip ako ng malalim bago sabihin ang gusto kong bilhin. Nakikipag-usap din kasi ako sa kung kani-kanino habang nasa pila pa ako, para hindi ko maisip na matagal na kaming naghihintay doon. Ayan tuloy nalilimutan na rin kung ano yung bibilhin ko kaya naman wala na akong magawa kundi ngumiti na lang at minsan pa nakakatawanan ko na rin pati yung cashier na kaharap ko. Sayang nga lamang at hindi pa ganoon kalakas ang aking charm para malibre ako sa pagkain sa mga resto. Hanggang carinderia lang ang powers ko. Yuck cheap.
Maraming beses na rin yata akong napahamak dahil sa sakit (ganito ko na lang tatawagin) kong 'to, pero sorry hindi ko ito sasabihin. Sikretong malupit yun. Mabuti na lang hindi pa nangyayari sa akin ang mga pinakamalalang aksidenteng posible gaya na lang ng pag-crash ng eroplano, paglubog ng barko o pagbagsak ng mga meteors sa likodbahay namin, kundi baka wala na kayong mabasang post dito sa blog ko kundi isang epitaph na walang laman dahil hindi ko rin maiisip ang ipapalagay kung sakali. Pwede na siguro yung "Namatay dahil sa.." na message, wala na akong paki, tutal patay naman na ako. Pero malay natin, baka magbago pa isip ko.
Maski sa kahuli-hulihang pagkakataon bago ko ilathala ang post na 'to, nag-iisip pa rin ako kung hahabaan ko ba, kung English ba o Tagalog ang ipapabasa ko sa iyo at kung anong magandang pamagat slash titulo ng post na ito (Kita 'nyo na, sabi sa iyo eh). May draft muna kasi ako kapag gumagawa ng mga ganitong klase ng post, dahil siguro sa kakulangan sa oras para mag-isip ng maisusulat at dahil nga, tulad ng sinabi ko kanina dun sa itaas, ayoko ng masyadong nag-iisip sa mga bagay bagay.
Labels: 'mental'ity, sabaw
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Dahil mainit na ngayon at nasabay na rin ang Holy Week, marami na sa atin ang nagsisipuntahan na sa mga beach resorts, sa kani-kanilang mga probinsya at kung saan saan pang mga komportableng lugar para magpahinga at gastahin ang kanilang oras at pera sa mga nakakaaliw na mga bagay. Pero para sa ilang bored na at walang magawa, mas pinili pa rin nilang manatili sa kanilang mga tahanan at tiisin ang init ng panahon.
Pero dahil mabait ako sa inyong lahat, narito ang ilang tips para sa mga nais ma-beat ang summer heat nang hindi masyadong gumagastos (o hindi nga ba?) at naiinggit na rin sa mga kakilala nila na nasa mga probinsya at pa-relax relax na lang ngayon.
Ugaliing gumising ng maaga. Ito ay para madama mo naman kahit paano ang lamig ng simoy ng hangin na umiihip tuwing madaling araw. Hindi mo na kailangang pumunta sa dalampasigan para maramdaman ito. Siguraduhin mo lang na hindi lang iyon ang dahilan kung bakit ka gigising ng ganun kaaga (kunwari, trabaho, etc.). Pero kung wala ka na talagang magawa pagkatapos noon, mabuti pang matulog ka na lang ulit.
Maligo kada dalawang oras. Kapag ginawa mo ito, bawat labas mo ng banyo ay preskong presko ang iyong pakiramdam. Kahit hindi ka na magpalit ng damit buong araw ay malinis ka pa rin tingnan. Daig mo pa ang mga nasa beach ngayon dahil sila, tubig-alat ang matitikman kung sakali, at kailangan pa rin nilang mag-shower pagkatapos nilang magtampisaw sa dagat. Yun nga lang ay mayroon itong side effect. Ang masakit pa ay sa katapusan mo pa malalaman kung ano yun.
Huwag magkukulong sa loob ng bahay. Tuwing matatapos ka maligo ay lumabas ka naman ng bahay. Magdala ka lamang ng payong bilang proteksyon mo sa init ng araw. Sa ganitong paraan, maaari kang makipagchikahan sa iyong mga kapitbahay na tambay din sa labas. Imposibleng wala ang mga kumpare mo doon, baka nga abutan mo pa silang nakashorts lang at nagpapaypay, samantalang ikaw naman ay fresh na fresh.
Huwag na huwag ding matutulog sa hapon o yung tinatawag na siesta. Kung susubukan mo ito, paggising na paggising mo, tiyak na magrereklamo ka na naman na mainit at baka maging kada oras na ang ligo mo imbes na bawat dalawang oras lang. Tatagaktak lang lalo ang pawis mo kung ganoon. At kahit na makipagpatayan ka pa para lang maitutok sa iyong sarili ang bentilador ay wala ring mangyayari at lalo lang kayong mapapagod. Ang mabuti pa, matulog ka na lang ng maaga para makagising ka rin ng maaga parati. Mas mapapangalagaan mo pa ang kalusugan mo, at hindi ka rin makakasakit ng iba.
Subukang magpagupit. Ito ang S.O.P. ngayong summer, ang magpaikli ng buhok. Kahit paano kasi ay naiibsan nito ang init na dulot ng panahon, at hindi na rin masyadong pagpapawisan ang iyong ulohan. Kung lalaki, maigi rin ang magpakalbo. 'In' din yata ito ngayon, yun nga lang magmumukha kang fishball. Idagdag mo pa ang iyong 'bigating' (malaking) katawan kapag nakahubad ka, naku. Dali, tusok na.
Gumawa ng mga cold beverages na gusto mo. Ilan lang diyan ang halo halo, gulaman, at kung ano ano pang papasok sa isip niyo. Yan ang usong uso ngayong summer, at bahala ka na kung ano ang napupusuan mo. Kung talagang masarap pa ang pagkakagawa mo ng mga nasabing pampalamig, bakit di mo subukang magbenta ka ng mga ganito upang magkaroon din ng pera ngayong bakasyon kahit na paano. Nakatulong ka pa sa sarili mo para magkaroon ka ng allowance / pambayad-utang. Kung hindi naman ganon kagalingan, magtiyaga na lang sa mga powdered juices at tiyaking maayos ang iyong pagtimpla kung ayaw mong lalong uminit ang ulo mo. Tandaan mo, ngayong summer dapat cool lang tayo.
Mamalagi sa mga mall. Sa kaunting barya lang (pamasahe) ay mararanasan mo ang lamig na dulot ng air conditioner sa mga ganitong establisyimento. Kahit na hindi ka mamimili ay papapasukin ka, siguraduhin mo lang na wala kang dalang bomba o kahit anong delikadong bagay. Maigi rin kung mag-sideline ka muna bilang waiter, cashier o kahit ano sa isang sikat na fastfood chain. Tiyak na mayroon kang libreng pagkain mula sa iyong mga bosing mula almusal hanggang hapunan. Kumikita ka pa ng pera sa proseso, habang pinapawi ang init ng panahon.
Kung gagawin mo ang isa o mas mabuti pa; ang lahat ng ito, tiyak na hindi mo masyadong mararamdaman ang init ng panahon at ang sakit sa bulsa (sana nga). Huwag ka nga lang magkakamaling gumawa ng kalokohan tulad ng pagsasayaw ng mala-rain dance sa mga tribo dahil baka matulad ka rin sa amin (at magkaroon na rin kami ng kasama sa wakas). Lagi mo ring tandaan: huwag mong isasabay sa init ng araw ang init ng ulo mo kung hindi ay magiging karumal-dumal lamang ang dapat sana'y bakasyon mo. Wala na nga ang init ng summer, yun nga lang, malamig na rehas nga lang ang hihimasin mo.
Enjoy your summer!!
*Kung gusto ninyong magdagdag ng sarili ninyong mga tips, nag-aabang lang ang comment box. Baka isama ko pa ang tip ninyo sa listahang ito. :)
*Ang huling tip ay galing kay Padre Salvi. Salamat!
Pero dahil mabait ako sa inyong lahat, narito ang ilang tips para sa mga nais ma-beat ang summer heat nang hindi masyadong gumagastos (o hindi nga ba?) at naiinggit na rin sa mga kakilala nila na nasa mga probinsya at pa-relax relax na lang ngayon.
Kung gagawin mo ang isa o mas mabuti pa; ang lahat ng ito, tiyak na hindi mo masyadong mararamdaman ang init ng panahon at ang sakit sa bulsa (sana nga). Huwag ka nga lang magkakamaling gumawa ng kalokohan tulad ng pagsasayaw ng mala-rain dance sa mga tribo dahil baka matulad ka rin sa amin (at magkaroon na rin kami ng kasama sa wakas). Lagi mo ring tandaan: huwag mong isasabay sa init ng araw ang init ng ulo mo kung hindi ay magiging karumal-dumal lamang ang dapat sana'y bakasyon mo. Wala na nga ang init ng summer, yun nga lang, malamig na rehas nga lang ang hihimasin mo.
Enjoy your summer!!
*Kung gusto ninyong magdagdag ng sarili ninyong mga tips, nag-aabang lang ang comment box. Baka isama ko pa ang tip ninyo sa listahang ito. :)
*Ang huling tip ay galing kay Padre Salvi. Salamat!
Labels: 'mental'ity, sabaw
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Grabe.
Hawak ang isang e-ticket na fresh from the printer dahil noong araw na iyon ko lamang nakuha sa e-mail, naglakad na ako papunta sa elevator ng RCBC Plaza patungong Podium 4. Doon kasi gaganapin ang kauna-unahang PBA 2007 o Philippine Blog Awards 2007. Alas singco y media na noong umakyat ako, medyo maaga-aga pa para sa mismong event kaya naman nilibot ko muna yung lugar para makipagsosyalan at kumain. Laking gulat ko na lamang noong kinamayan ako ni JV, isa sa mga bigating organizer nitong prestihiyosong awards night na ito. Sa paglilibot ko, nakita ko si Aaronjames, isa sa mga nominee para sa Bloggers' Choice Award. Nag-usap kami sa buhay-buhay, at nag-link exchange na rin ng personalan.
Nilibot muli namin ang lugar para kumuha ng mga freebies mula sa iba't ibang mga sponsor at sa wakas, matapos ang tatlumpung minuto, habang iniinom ko ang kape ko na mula sa Nescafe, nag-annunsyo na si Sir Abe na magsisimula na ang awarding kaya naman pumunta na kami sa entrance ng theater. Pero bago yun ay nabaling ang aming atensyon sa media (RPN 9). Aba, mukhang may telecast pa yata ito. Napatingin din kami sa isang advertisement ng Globe. Gamit ang internet ay binuksan namin ni Aaron ang blogs namin para tingnan kung ilan na ang page views namin. Habang tinitingnan ko ang akin ay bigla akong kinalabit ng isang lalaki mula sa likuran. Akalain mo bang si Franco pala yun, at nagkakakilala na nga kami. Nakita na rin namin sina LA, Heneroso, Kevin, Jhed at ang alagad ni Billycoy at pumasok na kami para humanap ng mauupuan.
Aba, pinatunayan nilang lahat (mga organizer) sa aming mga bloggers na hindi lang basta basta itong event na ito dahil bigla na lamang kaming pinatayo para awitin ang pambansang awit. At matapos yun ay mayroon pang makabagbag-damdaming invocation si Father Stephen Cuyos na talaga namang naka'touch' sa puso naming lahat, lalo na ng mga bloggers na naroroon. Matapos yun ay ipinakilala na ang mga emcee para i-announce ang mga nanalo sa gabing iyon. Ang bilis ng mga pangyayari, sa isang iglap lang ay nasabi na halos lahat at draw na para sa mga GC's na galing sa KrispyKreme at Globe, at ang pinaka-aabangan ng lahat: ang i-Pod at cellphone. Akalain mo bang sa swerte ng ticket #168 ni Kevin eh siya pa ang nanalo nung Nokia 3230. At ako naman, nanghihinayang dahil muntik muntikan na talaga mapasakamay ko yung i-Pod na yun. Sayang talaga.
And the winner is..
1..
3..
Nakakainis pa nga si Jayvee (biro lamang po) dahil nagpa-suspense pa siya bago niya sabihin ang huling numero ng nanalong ticket. Naisip ko talaga na medyo mataas ang pag-asa ko na manalo noon dahil yung ibang ticket na may '1' at '3' sa umpisa ay natawag na nung draw para sa mga gift bags. Ang number kasi ng ticket ko ay 130. Kaya naman todo todo ang dasal ko nun para '0' ang tawagin ni Jayvee pero napasobra yata kasi '1' ang nabanggit sa halip na yung '0' ko. Sana pala pinauna ko na si AJ dun sa pila para ako na lang ang nanalo ng i-Pod na yun, hay naku. Yun pa mandin sana ang ipinunta ko dun, bukod sa makakita ng mga bigating blogger tulad nila Bryanboy, Shari at marami pang iba, na natupad naman. Masaya na rin ako dahil nakamayan ko maski 'alagad' lang ni Billycoy. Matatanggap ko na yun bilang consolation kahit hindi ako nanalo ng i-Pod.
Pagkatapos ng awarding ay photo-op na sa harapan. Kaming mga sawing palad ay ibinaling na lang ang kalungkutan sa camera ni Kevin at naka-ilang kuha din kasama ang iba pang mga blogger. Hay, ganyan talaga ang buhay. Congratulations na lang sa inyong mga nanalo, lalo na sa iyo Kevin, ang swerte mo talaga. Sa iyo rin Hener, na nakapagpa-picture pa kay Bryanboy pagkatapos ng lahat, naku talo mo pa ang nanalo ng i-Pod at cellphone na pina-raffle. Congrats din kay Abe at sa iba pang mga organizers at volunteers para sa isang matagumpay na Philippine Blog Awards na ito. Napakasaya talaga. Sana sa 2008 at sa susunod pang mga taon ay magkaroon ulit nito at mas marami pang dumalo. At sisiguraduhin ko na rin na mapapasa akin na kung ano mang premyo ang in store para sa amin. Sa uulitin!
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*Para sa kumpletong listahan ng mga nanalo, puntahan niyo ang Philippine Blog Awards dito.
*Kung gusto niyo naman mabasa ang napakatinding invocation ni Father Stephen Cuyos, dito kayo pumunta.
Hawak ang isang e-ticket na fresh from the printer dahil noong araw na iyon ko lamang nakuha sa e-mail, naglakad na ako papunta sa elevator ng RCBC Plaza patungong Podium 4. Doon kasi gaganapin ang kauna-unahang PBA 2007 o Philippine Blog Awards 2007. Alas singco y media na noong umakyat ako, medyo maaga-aga pa para sa mismong event kaya naman nilibot ko muna yung lugar para makipagsosyalan at kumain. Laking gulat ko na lamang noong kinamayan ako ni JV, isa sa mga bigating organizer nitong prestihiyosong awards night na ito. Sa paglilibot ko, nakita ko si Aaronjames, isa sa mga nominee para sa Bloggers' Choice Award. Nag-usap kami sa buhay-buhay, at nag-link exchange na rin ng personalan.
Nilibot muli namin ang lugar para kumuha ng mga freebies mula sa iba't ibang mga sponsor at sa wakas, matapos ang tatlumpung minuto, habang iniinom ko ang kape ko na mula sa Nescafe, nag-annunsyo na si Sir Abe na magsisimula na ang awarding kaya naman pumunta na kami sa entrance ng theater. Pero bago yun ay nabaling ang aming atensyon sa media (RPN 9). Aba, mukhang may telecast pa yata ito. Napatingin din kami sa isang advertisement ng Globe. Gamit ang internet ay binuksan namin ni Aaron ang blogs namin para tingnan kung ilan na ang page views namin. Habang tinitingnan ko ang akin ay bigla akong kinalabit ng isang lalaki mula sa likuran. Akalain mo bang si Franco pala yun, at nagkakakilala na nga kami. Nakita na rin namin sina LA, Heneroso, Kevin, Jhed at ang alagad ni Billycoy at pumasok na kami para humanap ng mauupuan.
Aba, pinatunayan nilang lahat (mga organizer) sa aming mga bloggers na hindi lang basta basta itong event na ito dahil bigla na lamang kaming pinatayo para awitin ang pambansang awit. At matapos yun ay mayroon pang makabagbag-damdaming invocation si Father Stephen Cuyos na talaga namang naka'touch' sa puso naming lahat, lalo na ng mga bloggers na naroroon. Matapos yun ay ipinakilala na ang mga emcee para i-announce ang mga nanalo sa gabing iyon. Ang bilis ng mga pangyayari, sa isang iglap lang ay nasabi na halos lahat at draw na para sa mga GC's na galing sa KrispyKreme at Globe, at ang pinaka-aabangan ng lahat: ang i-Pod at cellphone. Akalain mo bang sa swerte ng ticket #168 ni Kevin eh siya pa ang nanalo nung Nokia 3230. At ako naman, nanghihinayang dahil muntik muntikan na talaga mapasakamay ko yung i-Pod na yun. Sayang talaga.
And the winner is..
1..
3..
Nakakainis pa nga si Jayvee (biro lamang po) dahil nagpa-suspense pa siya bago niya sabihin ang huling numero ng nanalong ticket. Naisip ko talaga na medyo mataas ang pag-asa ko na manalo noon dahil yung ibang ticket na may '1' at '3' sa umpisa ay natawag na nung draw para sa mga gift bags. Ang number kasi ng ticket ko ay 130. Kaya naman todo todo ang dasal ko nun para '0' ang tawagin ni Jayvee pero napasobra yata kasi '1' ang nabanggit sa halip na yung '0' ko. Sana pala pinauna ko na si AJ dun sa pila para ako na lang ang nanalo ng i-Pod na yun, hay naku. Yun pa mandin sana ang ipinunta ko dun, bukod sa makakita ng mga bigating blogger tulad nila Bryanboy, Shari at marami pang iba, na natupad naman. Masaya na rin ako dahil nakamayan ko maski 'alagad' lang ni Billycoy. Matatanggap ko na yun bilang consolation kahit hindi ako nanalo ng i-Pod.
Pagkatapos ng awarding ay photo-op na sa harapan. Kaming mga sawing palad ay ibinaling na lang ang kalungkutan sa camera ni Kevin at naka-ilang kuha din kasama ang iba pang mga blogger. Hay, ganyan talaga ang buhay. Congratulations na lang sa inyong mga nanalo, lalo na sa iyo Kevin, ang swerte mo talaga. Sa iyo rin Hener, na nakapagpa-picture pa kay Bryanboy pagkatapos ng lahat, naku talo mo pa ang nanalo ng i-Pod at cellphone na pina-raffle. Congrats din kay Abe at sa iba pang mga organizers at volunteers para sa isang matagumpay na Philippine Blog Awards na ito. Napakasaya talaga. Sana sa 2008 at sa susunod pang mga taon ay magkaroon ulit nito at mas marami pang dumalo. At sisiguraduhin ko na rin na mapapasa akin na kung ano mang premyo ang in store para sa amin. Sa uulitin!
------
*Para sa kumpletong listahan ng mga nanalo, puntahan niyo ang Philippine Blog Awards dito.
*Kung gusto niyo naman mabasa ang napakatinding invocation ni Father Stephen Cuyos, dito kayo pumunta.
Labels: blog awards, sabaw
Saturday, February 10, 2007
[ Author's note: If you are going to read this entry, read it from the start or else, everything will be spoiled. ]
Sabado, malapit nang mag-alas nueve y media ng gabi.
Tahimik akong nagbabasa ng isang aklat sa sala ng aming tahanan nang biglang may lumapit at sumubok na mang-istorbo sa akin. Sa pag aakalang aalis rin siya matapos ang ilang sandali, hindi ko lang muna siya pinapansin, at itinuloy ko lamang ang aking pagbabasa. Ngunit hindi niya pa rin talaga ako tinitigilan, kaya naman sinubukan kong itaboy na lamang siya at lumipat na rin ako ng pwesto upang doon na lamang matiwasay na ituloy ang naudlot na babasahin.
Ilang minuto na rin ang nakalipas, muli ko siyang nakitang papunta sa direksyon ng aking kinauupuan. Napagtanto kong nais niya talagang guluhin ang aking katahimikan, sapagkat kahit anong taboy ang aking gawin ay ayaw niya pa rin akong tigilan. Sinubukan ko siyang hampasin ng tangan kong libro, ngunit agad siyang nakaiwas. Ilang beses ko ring sinubukang hampasin siya, ngunit tila yata alam na niya kung saang direksyon ko ibabaling ang aking kamay upang paluin siya. Dahil doon, pinalipas ko pa rin ang kanyang pangungulit sa akin at hinayaan na lamang muna siya roon sa aking tabi.
Ngunit hindi nagtagal at napikon na rin ako sa kanyang presensya. Pinakiramdaman ko ang bawat kilos niya habang naroon pa siya sa tabi ko. Inihanda ko na ang aking kanang kamay upang subukan ang aking masamang balak sa kahuli-hulihang pagkakataon. Matapos kong umipon ng buwelo at lakas, inabangan ko siya at tuluyan nang lumapat na ang aking kamay sa malamig at matigas na salamin ng lamesa. Isang malakas na lagabog ang narinig.
BLAAAAAAAAG!!
Umalingawngaw sa buong bahay ang tunog ng ubos-lakas na palo ko sa lamesa. Halos mabasag ang salamin nito, at tuluyan na ngang nabasag ang katahimikan ng paligid. Tinamaan ko siya sa kanyang ulo, at mabilis na dumanak ang kanyang dugo sa aking kamay. Pinagmasdan ko muna siya sandali. Naroon siya, nakahandusay sa lamesa, naliligo sa sarili niyang dugo. Matapos kong itapon ang kanyang bangkay at hugasan ang aking duguang mga kamay, lihim akong napangiti at nasabi ko na lamang sa aking sarili:
"Patay kang lamok ka."
Labels: 'mental'ity, entertainment, sabaw
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
[ Random tagalog post ahead. (except for some [italicized] terms) Get yourself ready, some blood may still drip from your nostrils. This is another nonsense post, so if you do not mind, try to read the other entries instead. But if you do have 'love and concern' for this blog, then please, continue. ]
Aba, tingnan niyo nga naman oo. Sumobra na yata talaga ang pagdurugo ng aking ilong (marahil ang mga ilong niyo rin) nitong mga nakaraang mga araw sa aking mga huling isinulat. Kaya naman heto, bumuo ako ng isang tagalog na entry na para lamang sa inyo, mga mahal kong mambabasa ng blog na ito.
Ayun, dahil siguro sobrang lamig ng panahon ngayon, mas ninais ng aking mga daliri na magsulat (magtype) sa tagalog kaysa ingles. Pero nalilito pa rin ako habang ginagawa ko ito, paano ba naman, ang gusto ng utak ko eh, ingles ang isulat ko pero hindi naman dapat. Kaya hayan, pinipilit kong maging tagalog ito, dahil wala na rin namang pumapasok na kakaibang salita sa utak ko. Tila ba naubusan ako ng lakas para mag-isip ng sobrang lalim na mga kataga upang maibaling ang inyong atensyon sa kabilang mundo. Hindi sa mundo ng mga yumao, kundi sa mundo ng mga baliw at mga nasisiraan na ng ulo. Hehehe. ;)
Ngunit dahil sa isang di inaasahang pagkakataon, bigla na lamang dumami ang mga salita sa aking bibig! Bigla na lang silang nagsulputang parang bula mula sa kawalan at dahil doon, ginanahan na akong magsulat. Este, magtype pala. Pero sa totoo lang, wala ka naman talagang mababasa dito na may katuturan, dahil walang kwenta ang ginawa kong ito. Hindi, biro lang. Pinapa-excite lang kita para lalo mong basahin ang entry ko. (Yan ang mga taktika ng mga magagaling mang-uto este, mga blogger pala.) Ang tawag nga ng mga spokening dollar (pahiram ng iyong napakagandang kataga, kaibigang Heneroso) dito ay "delaying tactics" pero mas gusto kong tawagin na lang itong simpleng pang-uuto.
Tama na nga, subukan na nating pumasok sa aking personal na buhay. Nagsasawa na rin naman ako sa kakasulat ng tungkol sa mga bagay bagay sa aking paligid (tingnan mo na lang yung mga nasa ibaba ng post na ito) na mga makalaglag-panga at makapanindig-balahibo sa sobrang lalim ng mga salita sa bawat talata. Kaya heto nga, rinatrat ko ng mga tagalog para mawala na ang patuloy na pagdanak ng dugo mula sa inyong (ating) mga ilong. Pero meron pa rin yatang side effect eh. Sakali mang hindi tumulo ang dugo mula sa inyong mga ilong, maaari rin namang manggaling ito sa tenga, bibig at kung saan saan pa di ba? Basta ang sinigurado ko lang naman sa inyo, hindi na kayo mano-nosebleed, pero sa iba ewan ko na lang. Bahala na kayo dun, wala na akong kinalaman diyan, kaya huwag niyo akong sisihin ha?
At dahil Miyerkules na ngayon, walang pasok! Yeah! Pero wala rin akong dahilan para magpakasaya dahil may eksaminasyon kami sa Biyernes para sa asignaturang Chem 14 at kailangan kong mag-aral matapos kong i-lathala ang ginawa kong ito. Sa mga oras na ito ay ginagawa ko na rin ang unang burador (first draft) ng concept paper ko para naman sa Comm II. Nagmamadali na nga rin akong tapusin yung burador dahil nalalapit na rin ang deadline ng pagpapasa nito. Madaling araw pa lang, marami na akong nagagawa. Napakagaling ko talaga. (sumang-ayon ka na lang.) Nagagawa kong magsulat (magtype) ng post na ito habang may mga mas importanteng bagay rin akong ginagawa. Multitasking ang tawag diyan, pero ang iba sa inyo, tinatawag itong 'cramming.' Pero dahil nga magaling ako, ayokong gamitin ang salitang 'cram,' dahil negatibo ang magiging labas ko sa mga paningin ninyo. Magmumukha akong isang sobrang bum na estudyante at tamad mag aral o gumawa ng project [tinatapos sa kahuli-hulihang minuto], kaya naman mas gugustuhin ko kung tatawagin niyo na lamang akong isang 'multitasker' kaysa naman 'crammer.' Mas maganda pa pakinggan di ba? O, wag ka nang umangal. Wala ka nang magagawa.
Siguro naman ay nahalata mo [kung sino ka man na nagbabasa ngayon] nang sabaw na sabaw na ang utak ko matapos kong gawin ang post na ito ano? (Hint: tingnan mo kung anong oras na.) Kaya naman, sige mga mahal kong mambabasa. Dahil kailangan ko na kasing tapusin ang iba ko pang mga gawain. Dito na nagtatapos ang isang naaaaaaapaaaaaaakaaaaaaaa sabaw at walang kwentang blog entry. Panandalian nga lamang pala ang mga post na katulad nito, sapagkat naghahanda lang talaga ako para sa mga susunod pang kababata, este kabanata ng blog kong ito. Maaaring gumawa muli ako ng isa pang liham, o di kaya naman ay makabuo na rin ako ng isang maikling kwento. Istey tyund.
Aba, tingnan niyo nga naman oo. Sumobra na yata talaga ang pagdurugo ng aking ilong (marahil ang mga ilong niyo rin) nitong mga nakaraang mga araw sa aking mga huling isinulat. Kaya naman heto, bumuo ako ng isang tagalog na entry na para lamang sa inyo, mga mahal kong mambabasa ng blog na ito.
Ayun, dahil siguro sobrang lamig ng panahon ngayon, mas ninais ng aking mga daliri na magsulat (magtype) sa tagalog kaysa ingles. Pero nalilito pa rin ako habang ginagawa ko ito, paano ba naman, ang gusto ng utak ko eh, ingles ang isulat ko pero hindi naman dapat. Kaya hayan, pinipilit kong maging tagalog ito, dahil wala na rin namang pumapasok na kakaibang salita sa utak ko. Tila ba naubusan ako ng lakas para mag-isip ng sobrang lalim na mga kataga upang maibaling ang inyong atensyon sa kabilang mundo. Hindi sa mundo ng mga yumao, kundi sa mundo ng mga baliw at mga nasisiraan na ng ulo. Hehehe. ;)
Ngunit dahil sa isang di inaasahang pagkakataon, bigla na lamang dumami ang mga salita sa aking bibig! Bigla na lang silang nagsulputang parang bula mula sa kawalan at dahil doon, ginanahan na akong magsulat. Este, magtype pala. Pero sa totoo lang, wala ka naman talagang mababasa dito na may katuturan, dahil walang kwenta ang ginawa kong ito. Hindi, biro lang. Pinapa-excite lang kita para lalo mong basahin ang entry ko. (Yan ang mga taktika ng mga magagaling mang-uto este, mga blogger pala.) Ang tawag nga ng mga spokening dollar (pahiram ng iyong napakagandang kataga, kaibigang Heneroso) dito ay "delaying tactics" pero mas gusto kong tawagin na lang itong simpleng pang-uuto.
Tama na nga, subukan na nating pumasok sa aking personal na buhay. Nagsasawa na rin naman ako sa kakasulat ng tungkol sa mga bagay bagay sa aking paligid (tingnan mo na lang yung mga nasa ibaba ng post na ito) na mga makalaglag-panga at makapanindig-balahibo sa sobrang lalim ng mga salita sa bawat talata. Kaya heto nga, rinatrat ko ng mga tagalog para mawala na ang patuloy na pagdanak ng dugo mula sa inyong (ating) mga ilong. Pero meron pa rin yatang side effect eh. Sakali mang hindi tumulo ang dugo mula sa inyong mga ilong, maaari rin namang manggaling ito sa tenga, bibig at kung saan saan pa di ba? Basta ang sinigurado ko lang naman sa inyo, hindi na kayo mano-nosebleed, pero sa iba ewan ko na lang. Bahala na kayo dun, wala na akong kinalaman diyan, kaya huwag niyo akong sisihin ha?
At dahil Miyerkules na ngayon, walang pasok! Yeah! Pero wala rin akong dahilan para magpakasaya dahil may eksaminasyon kami sa Biyernes para sa asignaturang Chem 14 at kailangan kong mag-aral matapos kong i-lathala ang ginawa kong ito. Sa mga oras na ito ay ginagawa ko na rin ang unang burador (first draft) ng concept paper ko para naman sa Comm II. Nagmamadali na nga rin akong tapusin yung burador dahil nalalapit na rin ang deadline ng pagpapasa nito. Madaling araw pa lang, marami na akong nagagawa. Napakagaling ko talaga. (sumang-ayon ka na lang.) Nagagawa kong magsulat (magtype) ng post na ito habang may mga mas importanteng bagay rin akong ginagawa. Multitasking ang tawag diyan, pero ang iba sa inyo, tinatawag itong 'cramming.' Pero dahil nga magaling ako, ayokong gamitin ang salitang 'cram,' dahil negatibo ang magiging labas ko sa mga paningin ninyo. Magmumukha akong isang sobrang bum na estudyante at tamad mag aral o gumawa ng project [tinatapos sa kahuli-hulihang minuto], kaya naman mas gugustuhin ko kung tatawagin niyo na lamang akong isang 'multitasker' kaysa naman 'crammer.' Mas maganda pa pakinggan di ba? O, wag ka nang umangal. Wala ka nang magagawa.
Siguro naman ay nahalata mo [kung sino ka man na nagbabasa ngayon] nang sabaw na sabaw na ang utak ko matapos kong gawin ang post na ito ano? (Hint: tingnan mo kung anong oras na.) Kaya naman, sige mga mahal kong mambabasa. Dahil kailangan ko na kasing tapusin ang iba ko pang mga gawain. Dito na nagtatapos ang isang naaaaaaapaaaaaaakaaaaaaaa sabaw at walang kwentang blog entry. Panandalian nga lamang pala ang mga post na katulad nito, sapagkat naghahanda lang talaga ako para sa mga susunod pang kababata, este kabanata ng blog kong ito. Maaaring gumawa muli ako ng isa pang liham, o di kaya naman ay makabuo na rin ako ng isang maikling kwento. Istey tyund.
Labels: random thoughts, sabaw
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
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, December 11, 2006
Before I get myself killed by a 300-point Histo II exam tomorrow, I'll just use this opportunity to introduce the Top Ten so-called 'prisoners' of Block 20, the potential patients waiting in line at the 7th Ward of the PGH, the Psychiatric Ward. It's fun being with us, by the way. Try laughing out loud (literally) when we're around, whatever it is, we will surely laugh with you.
[The names were hidden by using their initials, to protect the real identity of the persons (except number 7, who happens to be yours truly). Anyway, you know yourselves, don't you?]
JO [Patient Number One]: Better known as my 'bespren,' she is the most (hyper) active in the block. Considering the fact that she is a girl, she has always been tagged with the nickname 'Manny,' because she also lives in Pacman's hometown, General Santos. And, she's proud of it. Famous quotation: "Heehee!!"
KL [Patient Number Two]: The only 'baliw' in our block (but she's currently recruiting allies, including JO), hates LA a lot. She's annoyed by noisy people (sergeant at arms, eh?) but she is noisy herself. She even had a recent quotation to mark, but I'd rather not say the whole phrase here. "Huwag kang mag-react...."
RR [Patient Number Three]: She's another jolly person in the block. She has been greeting everyone "Merry Christmas" lately, while singing Christmas Carols. By the way, her name should always come in 'BIGGIE' sizes. This lady here has so many boy_friends. Famous quotation: "Ang labo mo."
DM [Patient Number Four]: My former 'sweetie' (she doesn't want it anymore and I don't know why), she is another sabaw woman. She would usually utter words at the wrong place, at the wrong time. She's fun to be with, practically. Famous quotation: "Sabaw."
MM [Patient Number Five]: A nocturnal human being whom I call 'bru' (she calls me that nickname, too) She has the voice of a boy teenager (nagbibinata hahaha), and when combined with RR and DM, it's a blast. She knows basically anything and everything under the sun. Famous quotation: "Hay, life. :-<"
LA [Patient Number Six]: Ah, LA. He's a proud member of the UP Manila Chorale, gifted with a glorious voice, and a tremendous body figure (Peace be with you). Aside from his 'gorgeous' body which RR called the Pangaea, he is also known for his famous quotation, "I hate you."
AU [Patient Number Seven]: No comment. I'd just say he's also one of the patients. He is the author of this blog so please, if you do not mind, do not protest anymore.
EM [Patient Number Eight]: He is a friend of AU and DP, known for his hilarious drawings of some professors (even blockmate(s) sometimes). He is AU's partner in crime whenever he feels like teasing 'someone' or making issues in the block, and that includes our professors. Famous quotation: "(yells anything)!!!!!!!"
DP [Patient Number Nine]: He is another partner in crime of AU or EM, he loves to set things on fire. When Patients 7, 8, and 9 come together, they form the unstoppable 'UPM' gang, or when with AV, they're also known as *'PAID'. Famous quotation: "Sunugin."
AT & GC [Patients Number Ten]: These two are the least AB normal people of the block, and they still need some more 'attention'. However, when with JO, they form the infamous 'Powerpuff Girls,' another strong alliance in the block.
When you call GC, it should always be in the form of "Hi G!" and always smile afterwards. She never fails to smile everyday, and knows it whenever I want to throw a joke. Famous quotation: "Hi A! :)"
AT however, has a tendency to replace patient 9, because she has been showing the 'signs' lately. She is always teased for her height, and now for her bad bathing habits. Famous quotation: "n_n"
Whoever you are, currently reading this blog entry: Think of this nonsense as something helpful to you. If you think you are the most abnormal person alive, think again. Think twice (or thrice, if that is the case). At least now you know there are people like you, or even worse than you, who think differently from the others. It is a gift, not a curse. Look at the bright side: Now you know who to avoid whenever you go to Robinson's Place Ermita. Mind you, there are thirty of us, and these persons are just the top ten who qualified.
[The names were hidden by using their initials, to protect the real identity of the persons (except number 7, who happens to be yours truly). Anyway, you know yourselves, don't you?]
When you call GC, it should always be in the form of "Hi G!" and always smile afterwards. She never fails to smile everyday, and knows it whenever I want to throw a joke. Famous quotation: "Hi A! :)"
AT however, has a tendency to replace patient 9, because she has been showing the 'signs' lately. She is always teased for her height, and now for her bad bathing habits. Famous quotation: "n_n"
Whoever you are, currently reading this blog entry: Think of this nonsense as something helpful to you. If you think you are the most abnormal person alive, think again. Think twice (or thrice, if that is the case). At least now you know there are people like you, or even worse than you, who think differently from the others. It is a gift, not a curse. Look at the bright side: Now you know who to avoid whenever you go to Robinson's Place Ermita. Mind you, there are thirty of us, and these persons are just the top ten who qualified.
Think it over. I just did.
*The PAID group has recently come up with their latest project last November, The U.P. Bulag Organization (U.B.O.) The organization aims to beg for alms to be able to enjoy their Christmas. Their motto is: Piso mo, Pasko ko. They have just finished Phase One of the project at the RH lobby, and will now move to CAMP.
Labels: 'mental'ity, block 20, entertainment, sabaw
Thursday, December 07, 2006
I have recently received a number of pick-up lines from my textmates. I've got nothing to rant about because we just played bowling and basketball today, and Im really tired. I'll just post some of the pick-up lines that I got here. You can use them all you want, but as I always do, I'm warning you: use them at your own risk.
You're like...
my kuto: I can't get you otta my head. (no comment)
my sweat: You relieve me when I'm hot.
SM: You've got it all. ( gamitin daw ba pati SM. )
Globe: You make great things possible. ( at dinamay pa ang Globe. )
my pustiso: I can't smile without you.
my shoes: You're always there wherever I go.
constipation: YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY.
*****
Mga pamatay na pick-up lines:
"You're name must be mickey, because you're so fine."
"Miss, alam mo bang exam ako? Kaya sagutin mo na ako."
"Uy! Papicture tayo! Para ma-develop tayo sa isa't isa!" ( this one is already
used up )
"Excuse me, are you a dictionary? Because you give meaning to my life."
"I must be a bad shooter, because I keep on missing you."
"Pinaglihi ka ba sa keyboard? Kasi type kita."
"Eh sa permanent marker pinaglihi ka? Di kasi kita maalis sa isip ko."
"Kumakain ka ba ng asukal? Ang tamis kasi ng mga ngiti mo eh."
"Di ka pa ba napapagod? Kanina ka pa kasi tumatakbo sa isipan ko."
"Surgeon ka ba? Kasi ikaw lang ang nagkapagbukas ng puso ko!"
"Hindi pa rin ba nakukulong ang tatay mo? Kasi ninakaw niya ang pinakamagandang bituin sa langit."
"Lecture mo ba ako? Lab kasi kita."
At ang pinaka-pamatay sa lahat:
You're like...
*****
Mga pamatay na pick-up lines:
used up )
At ang pinaka-pamatay sa lahat:
"Miss, alam mo bang hindi tayo tao, hindi tayo hayop at hindi rin tayo halaman?
BAGAY TAYO. BAGAY."
Those are the corniest that I have. Ikaw? Meron ka bang ibang alam? Share mo naman. :)
Hay, nonsense na post ito. Hahaha.
Labels: entertainment, language games, sabaw
Monday, December 04, 2006
Conio or Konyo, a slightly 'better' term for our very own version of the English language, has almost always been widely used in the country today. It is usually referred to as an informal dialect of Tagalog that has been infused with some common English terms.
It's truly amazing on how we Filipinos are able to convert any English verb (or in some cases a noun, too) into a Tagalog verb by following the normal verb tense constructions of Tagalog. We usually do it by doubling the starting sound of the verb or noun to be translated. The sentence "I will use the computer" can be easily converted to "Magko-kompyuter ako," by following these standards.
Some English words can sometimes be written in Tagalog phonetic spelling, too. Some common examples are : kompyuter (computer), radyo (radio), ispiker (speaker), drayber/drayver (driver), notbuk (notebook), kibord (keyboard), siyampu (shampoo, not nine and ten combined), magasin (magazine). I don't think the keyboard is actually spelled like that, but the others I'm sure of. You can also give some examples of your own.
English words have already invaded our Tagalog vocabularies. The infusion is inevitable. We (yes I admit, I am also one of the perpetrators) have already forgotten the classic Tagalog words passed on to us by our ancestors as time passed by. Despite of the presence of these purely Tagalog words, we habitually substitute the English word instead. I guess you have noticed this already, and there is no need for me to explain it to you.
*So mga dude pare, maliit na favor lang tong ia-ask ko ha.. Tigilan na natin ang use ng konyo language ha? Kase kahit mahirap i-explain, I know naman na na-understand niyo yung point na gusto kong iparating sa inyo. Stop na natin ang paglalaro ng language game na ito okay? Sige, I'll update na lang this blog later kase tatapusin ko pa yung mga asaynment ko. Magbablog-hop din pala ako maya maya.
It's truly amazing on how we Filipinos are able to convert any English verb (or in some cases a noun, too) into a Tagalog verb by following the normal verb tense constructions of Tagalog. We usually do it by doubling the starting sound of the verb or noun to be translated. The sentence "I will use the computer" can be easily converted to "Magko-kompyuter ako," by following these standards.
Some English words can sometimes be written in Tagalog phonetic spelling, too. Some common examples are : kompyuter (computer), radyo (radio), ispiker (speaker), drayber/drayver (driver), notbuk (notebook), kibord (keyboard), siyampu (shampoo, not nine and ten combined), magasin (magazine). I don't think the keyboard is actually spelled like that, but the others I'm sure of. You can also give some examples of your own.
English words have already invaded our Tagalog vocabularies. The infusion is inevitable. We (yes I admit, I am also one of the perpetrators) have already forgotten the classic Tagalog words passed on to us by our ancestors as time passed by. Despite of the presence of these purely Tagalog words, we habitually substitute the English word instead. I guess you have noticed this already, and there is no need for me to explain it to you.
*So mga dude pare, maliit na favor lang tong ia-ask ko ha.. Tigilan na natin ang use ng konyo language ha? Kase kahit mahirap i-explain, I know naman na na-understand niyo yung point na gusto kong iparating sa inyo. Stop na natin ang paglalaro ng language game na ito okay? Sige, I'll update na lang this blog later kase tatapusin ko pa yung mga asaynment ko. Magbablog-hop din pala ako maya maya.
Labels: language games, 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
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Alas, I had time to continue ze list.
Pinoy games. Pabitin, palosebo, basagan ng palayok. A few basic rules make individual cunning and persistence a premium, and guarantee a good time for all.
Balagtasan. The verbal joust that brings out rhyme, reason and passion on a public stage.
Tabo. All-powerful, ever-useful, hygienically-triumphant device to scoop water out of a bucket and help the true Pinoy answer nature's call. Helps maintain our famously stringent toilet habits.
Pandesal. Despite its shrinking size, still a good buy. Goes well with any filling, best when hot.
Jollibee. Truly Pinoy in taste and sensibility, and a corporate icon that we can be quite proud of. Do you know that it's invaded the Middle East, as well?
The butanding, the dolphins and other creatures in our blessed waters. They're Pinoys, too, and they're here to stay. Now if some folks would just stop turning them into daing.
Pakikisama. It's what makes people stay longer at parties, have another drink, join pals in sickness and health. You can get dead drunk and still make it home.
Sing-a-long. Filipinos love to sing, and thank God a lot of us do it well! (Well, except some of the people who sing "My Way" in some bars..)
Kayumanggi. Neither pale nor dark, our skin tone is beautifully healthy, the color of a rich earth or a mahogany tree growing towards the sun.
Handwoven cloth and native weaves. Colorful, environment-friendly alternatives to polyester that feature skillful workmanship and a rich indigenous culture behind every thread. From the pinukpok of the north to the malong of the south, it's the fiber of who we are.
Movies. Still the cheapest form of entertainment, especially if you watch the same movie several times.
Bahala na. We cope with uncertainty by embracing it, and are thus enabled to play life by ear.
Papaitan. An offal stew flavored with bile, admittedly an acquired taste, but pointing to our national ability to acquire a taste for almost anything.
English. Whether carabao or Arr-neoww-accented, it doubles our chances in the global marketplace.
The Press. Irresponsible, sensational, often inaccurate, but still the liveliest in Asia. Otherwise, we'd all be glued to TV.
Divisoria. Smelly, crowded, a pickpocket's paradise, but you can get anything here, often at rock-bottom prices. The sensory overload is a bonus.
Barong Tagalog. Enables men to look formal and dignified without having to strangle themselves with a necktie. Worn well, it makes any ordinary Juan look marvelously makisig.
Filipinas. They make the best friends, lovers, wives. Too bad they can't say the same for Filipinos.
Filipinos. So maybe they're bolero and macho with an occasional streak of generic infidelity; they do know how to make a woman feel like one.
Catholicism. What fun would sin be without guilt? Jesus Christ is firmly planted on Philippine soil.
Dolphy. Our favorite, ultra-durable comedian gives the beleaguered Pinoy everyman an odd dignity, even in drag.
Style. Something we often prefer over substance. But every Filipino claims it as a birthright.
Bad taste. Clear plastic covers on the vinyl-upholstered sofa, posters of poker-playing dogs masquerading as art, over accessorized jeepneys and altars--the list is endless, and wealth only seems to magnify it.
Mangoes. Crisp and tart, or lusciously ripe, they evoke memories of family outings and endless sunshine in a heart-shaped package.
Unbridled optimism. Why we rank so low on the suicide scale.
Street food. Barbecue, lugaw, banana-cue, fishballs, IUD (chicken entrails), adidas (chicken feet), warm taho. Forget hepatitis; here's cheap, tasty food with gritty ambience.
The siesta. Snoozing in the middle of the day is smart, not lazy.
Honorifics and courteous titles. Kuya, ate, diko, ditse, ineng, totoy, Ingkong, Aling, Mang, etc. No exact English translation, but these words connote respect, deference and the value placed on kinship.
Heroes and people who stood up for truth and freedom. Lapu-lapu started it all, and other heroes and revolutionaries followed: Diego Silang, Macario Sakay, Jose Rizal, Andres Bonifacio, Apolinario Mabini, Melchora Aquino, Gregorio del Pilar, Gabriela Silang, Miguel Malvar, Francisco Balagtas, Juan Luna, Marcelo H. del Pilar, Panday Pira, Emilio Jacinto, Raha Suliman, Antonio Luna, Gomburza, Emilio Aguinaldo, the heroes of Bataan and Corregidor, and a lot more.
Flora and fauna. The sea cow (dugong), the tarsier, calamian deer, bearcat, Philippine eagle, sampaguita, ilang-ilang, camia, pandan, the creatures that make our archipelago unique.
Pilipino songs, OPM and composers. "Ama Namin," "Lupang Hinirang," "Gaano Ko Ikaw Kamahal," "Ngayon at Kailanman," "Anak," "Handog,""Hindi Kita Malilimutan," "Ang Pasko ay Sumapit"; Ryan Cayabyab, George Canseco, Restie Umali, Levi Celerio, Manuel Francisco, Freddie Aguilar, and Florante-- just some of the examples of our musical gift.
Metro Aides. Against all odds, they continuously prove that cleanliness is next to godliness.
Sari-sari store. There's one in every corner, offering everything from bananas and floor wax to Band-Aid.
Philippine National Red Cross. PAWS. Caritas. Fund drives. They help us help each other.
Favorite TV shows through the years. "Tawag ng Tanghalan," "John and Marsha," "Champoy," "Ryan, Ryan Musikahan," "Kuwarta o Kahon," "Public Forum/Lives," "Student Canteen," "Eat Bulaga." In the age of inane variety shows, they have redeemed Philippine television.
Quirks of language that can drive crazy any tourist listening in. "Bababa ba?" "Bababa!"
"Sayang!" "Naman!" "Kadiri!" "Ano ba!?" "pala." Expressions that defy translation but wring out feelings genuinely Pinoy. Di ba ang chorbah? :D
Cockfighting. Filipino men love it more than their wives (sometimes).
Dr. Jose Rizal. A category in himself. Hero, medicine man, genius, athlete, sculptor, fictionist, poet, essayist, husband, lover, samaritan, martyr. Truly someone to emulate and be proud of, anytime, anywhere.
Nora Aunor. Short, dark and homely-looking, she redefined our rigid concept of how leading ladies should look.
Filipino Christmas. The world's longest holiday season. A perfect excuse to mix our love for feasting, gift-giving and music and wrap it up with a touch of religion.
Relatives and kababayan abroad. The best refuge against loneliness, discrimination and confusion in a foreign place. Distant relatives and fellow Pinoys readily roll out the welcome mat even on the basis of a phone introduction or referral.
Festivals. Sinulog, Ati-atihan, Moriones. Sounds, colors, pagan frenzy and Christian overtones.
Folk dances. Tinikling, pandanggo sa ilaw, kari?sa, kuratsa, itik-itik, alitaptap, rigodon. All the right moves and a distinct rhythm.
Native wear and costumes. Baro't saya, tapis, terno, saya, salakot, bakya. Lovely form and ingenious function in the way we dress.
Sunday family gatherings. Or, close family ties that never get severed. You don't have to win the lotto or be a president to have 10,000 relatives. Everyone's family tree extends all over the archipelago, and it's at its best in times of crisis; notice how food, hostesses, money, and moral support materialize during a wake?
Calesa and karitela. The colorful and leisurely way to negotiate narrow streets when loaded down with a year's provisions.
All Saints' Day. In honoring our dead, we also prove that we know how to live.
Handicrafts. Shellcraft, rattancraft, abaca novelties, woodcarvings, banig placemats and bags, bamboo windchimes, etc. Portable memories of home.
Pinoy greens. Sitaw. Okra. Ampalaya. Gabi. Munggo. Dahon ng Sili. Kangkong. Luya. Talong. Sigarillas. Bataw. Patani. Lutong bahay will never be the same without them.
OCWs. The lengths (and miles) we'd go for a better life for our family, as proven by these modern-day heroes of the economy.
The Filipino artist. From Luna's magnificent "Spoliarium" and Amorsolo's sun-kissed ricefields, to Ang Kiukok's jarring abstractions and Borlongan's haunting ghosts, and everybody else in between. Hang a Filipino painting on your wall, and you're hanging one of Asia's best.
Tagalog soap operas. From "Gulong ng Palad" and "Flor de Luna" to today's incarnations like "Bakekang" (yes, bakekang)--they're the story of our lives, and we feel strongly for them, MariMar (soooooo old) notwithstanding.
Midnight madness, weekend sales, bangketas and baratillos. It's retail therapy at its best, with Filipinos braving traffic, crowds, and human deluge to find a bargain. Come to think of it, Rob Manila has a Sale tomorrow. But then, sa foundation day celebration of Masci na lang muna. :D
Quality of life. Where else can an ordinary employee afford a stay-in helper, a yaya, unlimited movies, eat-all-you-can buffets, and the latest fashion but here, in the Philippines.
Hmm. I guess that would be enough. I don't know how to end this list, but well. Okay. Thanks again to my references! Gambatte ne for me! :D
Pinoy games. Pabitin, palosebo, basagan ng palayok. A few basic rules make individual cunning and persistence a premium, and guarantee a good time for all.
Balagtasan. The verbal joust that brings out rhyme, reason and passion on a public stage.
Tabo. All-powerful, ever-useful, hygienically-triumphant device to scoop water out of a bucket and help the true Pinoy answer nature's call. Helps maintain our famously stringent toilet habits.
Pandesal. Despite its shrinking size, still a good buy. Goes well with any filling, best when hot.
Jollibee. Truly Pinoy in taste and sensibility, and a corporate icon that we can be quite proud of. Do you know that it's invaded the Middle East, as well?
The butanding, the dolphins and other creatures in our blessed waters. They're Pinoys, too, and they're here to stay. Now if some folks would just stop turning them into daing.
Pakikisama. It's what makes people stay longer at parties, have another drink, join pals in sickness and health. You can get dead drunk and still make it home.
Sing-a-long. Filipinos love to sing, and thank God a lot of us do it well! (Well, except some of the people who sing "My Way" in some bars..)
Kayumanggi. Neither pale nor dark, our skin tone is beautifully healthy, the color of a rich earth or a mahogany tree growing towards the sun.
Handwoven cloth and native weaves. Colorful, environment-friendly alternatives to polyester that feature skillful workmanship and a rich indigenous culture behind every thread. From the pinukpok of the north to the malong of the south, it's the fiber of who we are.
Movies. Still the cheapest form of entertainment, especially if you watch the same movie several times.
Bahala na. We cope with uncertainty by embracing it, and are thus enabled to play life by ear.
Papaitan. An offal stew flavored with bile, admittedly an acquired taste, but pointing to our national ability to acquire a taste for almost anything.
English. Whether carabao or Arr-neoww-accented, it doubles our chances in the global marketplace.
The Press. Irresponsible, sensational, often inaccurate, but still the liveliest in Asia. Otherwise, we'd all be glued to TV.
Divisoria. Smelly, crowded, a pickpocket's paradise, but you can get anything here, often at rock-bottom prices. The sensory overload is a bonus.
Barong Tagalog. Enables men to look formal and dignified without having to strangle themselves with a necktie. Worn well, it makes any ordinary Juan look marvelously makisig.
Filipinas. They make the best friends, lovers, wives. Too bad they can't say the same for Filipinos.
Filipinos. So maybe they're bolero and macho with an occasional streak of generic infidelity; they do know how to make a woman feel like one.
Catholicism. What fun would sin be without guilt? Jesus Christ is firmly planted on Philippine soil.
Dolphy. Our favorite, ultra-durable comedian gives the beleaguered Pinoy everyman an odd dignity, even in drag.
Style. Something we often prefer over substance. But every Filipino claims it as a birthright.
Bad taste. Clear plastic covers on the vinyl-upholstered sofa, posters of poker-playing dogs masquerading as art, over accessorized jeepneys and altars--the list is endless, and wealth only seems to magnify it.
Mangoes. Crisp and tart, or lusciously ripe, they evoke memories of family outings and endless sunshine in a heart-shaped package.
Unbridled optimism. Why we rank so low on the suicide scale.
Street food. Barbecue, lugaw, banana-cue, fishballs, IUD (chicken entrails), adidas (chicken feet), warm taho. Forget hepatitis; here's cheap, tasty food with gritty ambience.
The siesta. Snoozing in the middle of the day is smart, not lazy.
Honorifics and courteous titles. Kuya, ate, diko, ditse, ineng, totoy, Ingkong, Aling, Mang, etc. No exact English translation, but these words connote respect, deference and the value placed on kinship.
Heroes and people who stood up for truth and freedom. Lapu-lapu started it all, and other heroes and revolutionaries followed: Diego Silang, Macario Sakay, Jose Rizal, Andres Bonifacio, Apolinario Mabini, Melchora Aquino, Gregorio del Pilar, Gabriela Silang, Miguel Malvar, Francisco Balagtas, Juan Luna, Marcelo H. del Pilar, Panday Pira, Emilio Jacinto, Raha Suliman, Antonio Luna, Gomburza, Emilio Aguinaldo, the heroes of Bataan and Corregidor, and a lot more.
Flora and fauna. The sea cow (dugong), the tarsier, calamian deer, bearcat, Philippine eagle, sampaguita, ilang-ilang, camia, pandan, the creatures that make our archipelago unique.
Pilipino songs, OPM and composers. "Ama Namin," "Lupang Hinirang," "Gaano Ko Ikaw Kamahal," "Ngayon at Kailanman," "Anak," "Handog,""Hindi Kita Malilimutan," "Ang Pasko ay Sumapit"; Ryan Cayabyab, George Canseco, Restie Umali, Levi Celerio, Manuel Francisco, Freddie Aguilar, and Florante-- just some of the examples of our musical gift.
Metro Aides. Against all odds, they continuously prove that cleanliness is next to godliness.
Sari-sari store. There's one in every corner, offering everything from bananas and floor wax to Band-Aid.
Philippine National Red Cross. PAWS. Caritas. Fund drives. They help us help each other.
Favorite TV shows through the years. "Tawag ng Tanghalan," "John and Marsha," "Champoy," "Ryan, Ryan Musikahan," "Kuwarta o Kahon," "Public Forum/Lives," "Student Canteen," "Eat Bulaga." In the age of inane variety shows, they have redeemed Philippine television.
Quirks of language that can drive crazy any tourist listening in. "Bababa ba?" "Bababa!"
"Sayang!" "Naman!" "Kadiri!" "Ano ba!?" "pala." Expressions that defy translation but wring out feelings genuinely Pinoy. Di ba ang chorbah? :D
Cockfighting. Filipino men love it more than their wives (sometimes).
Dr. Jose Rizal. A category in himself. Hero, medicine man, genius, athlete, sculptor, fictionist, poet, essayist, husband, lover, samaritan, martyr. Truly someone to emulate and be proud of, anytime, anywhere.
Nora Aunor. Short, dark and homely-looking, she redefined our rigid concept of how leading ladies should look.
Filipino Christmas. The world's longest holiday season. A perfect excuse to mix our love for feasting, gift-giving and music and wrap it up with a touch of religion.
Relatives and kababayan abroad. The best refuge against loneliness, discrimination and confusion in a foreign place. Distant relatives and fellow Pinoys readily roll out the welcome mat even on the basis of a phone introduction or referral.
Festivals. Sinulog, Ati-atihan, Moriones. Sounds, colors, pagan frenzy and Christian overtones.
Folk dances. Tinikling, pandanggo sa ilaw, kari?sa, kuratsa, itik-itik, alitaptap, rigodon. All the right moves and a distinct rhythm.
Native wear and costumes. Baro't saya, tapis, terno, saya, salakot, bakya. Lovely form and ingenious function in the way we dress.
Sunday family gatherings. Or, close family ties that never get severed. You don't have to win the lotto or be a president to have 10,000 relatives. Everyone's family tree extends all over the archipelago, and it's at its best in times of crisis; notice how food, hostesses, money, and moral support materialize during a wake?
Calesa and karitela. The colorful and leisurely way to negotiate narrow streets when loaded down with a year's provisions.
All Saints' Day. In honoring our dead, we also prove that we know how to live.
Handicrafts. Shellcraft, rattancraft, abaca novelties, woodcarvings, banig placemats and bags, bamboo windchimes, etc. Portable memories of home.
Pinoy greens. Sitaw. Okra. Ampalaya. Gabi. Munggo. Dahon ng Sili. Kangkong. Luya. Talong. Sigarillas. Bataw. Patani. Lutong bahay will never be the same without them.
OCWs. The lengths (and miles) we'd go for a better life for our family, as proven by these modern-day heroes of the economy.
The Filipino artist. From Luna's magnificent "Spoliarium" and Amorsolo's sun-kissed ricefields, to Ang Kiukok's jarring abstractions and Borlongan's haunting ghosts, and everybody else in between. Hang a Filipino painting on your wall, and you're hanging one of Asia's best.
Tagalog soap operas. From "Gulong ng Palad" and "Flor de Luna" to today's incarnations like "Bakekang" (yes, bakekang)--they're the story of our lives, and we feel strongly for them, MariMar (soooooo old) notwithstanding.
Midnight madness, weekend sales, bangketas and baratillos. It's retail therapy at its best, with Filipinos braving traffic, crowds, and human deluge to find a bargain. Come to think of it, Rob Manila has a Sale tomorrow. But then, sa foundation day celebration of Masci na lang muna. :D
Quality of life. Where else can an ordinary employee afford a stay-in helper, a yaya, unlimited movies, eat-all-you-can buffets, and the latest fashion but here, in the Philippines.
Hmm. I guess that would be enough. I don't know how to end this list, but well. Okay. Thanks again to my references! Gambatte ne for me! :D
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Woo yes, I came up with a list at last. Hey thanks to my references. :D
FROM the 1896 Revolution to the first Philippine Republic, the Commonwealth period, the EDSA Revolt and everything else, history marches on. Thankfully, however, some things never change. Like the classics, things irresistibly Pinoy mark us for life. They're the indelible stamp of our identity, the undeniable affinity that binds us like twins. They celebrate the good in us, the best of our culture and the infinite possibilities we are all capable of. Some are so self-explanatory you only need mention them for fellow Pinoys to swoon or drool. Here, from all over this Centennial-crazed country and in no particular order, are a hundred of the best things that make us unmistakably Pinoy.
Merienda. Where else is it normal to eat five times a day?
Sawsawan. Assorted sauces that guarantee freedom of choice, enough room for experimentation and maximum tolerance for diverse tastes. Favorites: toyo't calamansi, suka at sili, patis.
Kuwan, ano. At a loss for words? Try these and marvel at how Pinoys understand exactly what you want.
Pinoy humor and irreverence. If you're api and you know it, crack a joke. Nothing personal, really.
Tingi. Thank goodness for small entrepreneurs. Where else can we buy cigarettes, soap, condiments and life's essentials in small affordable amounts?
Spirituality. Even before the Spaniards came, ethnic tribes had their own anitos, bathalas and assorted deities, pointing to a strong relationship with the Creator, who or whatever it may be.
Po, opo, mano po. Speech suffixes that define courtesy, deference, filial respect--a balm to the spirit in these aggressive times.
Pasalubong. Our way of sharing the vicarious thrills and delights of a trip, and a wonderful excuse to shop without the customary guilt.
Beaches! With 7,000 plus islands, we have miles and miles of shoreline piled high with fine white sand, lapped by warm waters, and nibbled by exotic tropical fish. From the stormy seas of Batanes to the emerald isles of Palawan--over here, life is truly a beach.
Bagoong. Darkly mysterious, this smelly fish or shrimp paste typifies the underlying theme of most ethnic foods: disgustingly unhygienic, unbearably stinky and simply irresistible.
Bayanihan. Yes, the internationally-renowned dance company, but also this habit of pitching in still common in small communities. Just have that cold beer and some pulutan ready for the troops.
The Balikbayan box. Another way of sharing life's bounty, no matter if it seems like we're fleeing Pol Pot every time we head home from anywhere in the globe. The most wonderful part is that, more often than not, the contents are carted home to be distributed.
Pilipino komiks. Not to mention "Hiwaga," "Aliwan," "Tagalog Classics," "Liwayway" and "Bulaklak" magazines. Pulpy publications that gave us Darna, Facifica Falayfay, Lagalag, Kulafu, Kenkoy, Dyesebel, characters of a time both innocent and worldly.
Folk songs. They come unbidden and spring, full blown, like a second language, at the slightest nudge from the too-loud stereo of a passing jeepney or tricycle.
Fiesta. Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow is just another day, shrugs the poor man who, once a year, honors a patron saint with this sumptuous, no-holds-barred spread. It's a Pinoy celebration at its pious and riotous best.
Aswang, manananggal, kapre. The whole underworld of Filipino lower mythology recalls our uniquely bizarre childhood, that is, before political correctness kicked in. Still, their rich adventures pepper our storytelling.
Jeepneys. Colorful, fast, reckless, a vehicle of postwar Pinoy ingenuity, this Everyman's communal cadillac makes for a cheap, interesting ride. If the driver's a daredevil (as they usually are), hang on to your seat.
Dinuguan. Blood stew, a bloodcurdling idea, until you try it with puto. Best when mined with jalape? peppers. Messy but mmmmm.. DELICIOUS.
Santacruzan. More than just a beauty contest, this one has religious overtones, a tableau of St. Helena's and Constantine's search for the Cross that seamlessly blends piety, pageantry and ritual. Plus, it's the perfect excuse to show off the prettiest ladies--and the most beautiful gowns.
Balut. Unhatched duck's embryo, another unspeakable ethnic food to outsiders, but oh, to indulge in guilty pleasures! Sprinkle some salt and suck out that soup, with gusto.
Padala. A personalized door-to-door remittance and delivery system for overseas Filipino workers who don't trust the banking system, and who expect a family update from the courier, as well.
Choc-nut. Crumbly peanut chocolate bars that defined childhood ecstasy before M & M's and Hershey's.
Kamayan style. To eat with one's hand and eschew spoon, fork and table manners--ah, heaven.
Chicharon. Pork, fish or chicken crackling. There is in the crunch a hint of the extravagant, the decadent and the pedestrian. Perfect with vinegar, sublime with beer.
Pinoy hospitality. Just about everyone gets a hearty "Kain tayo!" invitation to break bread with whoever has food to share, no matter how skimpy or austere it is.
Adobo, kare-kare, sinigang and other lutong bahay stuff. Home-cooked meals that have the stamp of approval from several generations, who swear by closely-guarded cooking secrets and family recipes.
Lola Basyang. The voice one heard spinning tales over the radio, before movies and television curtailed imagination and defined grown-up tastes.
Pambahay. Home is where one can let it all hang out, where clothes do not make a man or woman but rather define their level of comfort.
Tricycle, the Pinoy's taxicab that delivers you at your doorstep for as little as PHP7.00 (but then it was just 3.00), with a complimentary dusting of polluted air.
Dirty ice cream. Very Pinoy flavors that make up for the risk: munggo, langka, ube, mais, keso, macapuno. Plus there's the colorful cart that recalls jeepney art.
Yayas. The trusted Filipino nanny who, ironically, has become a major Philippine export as overseas contract workers. A good one is almost like a surrogate parent--if you don't mind the accent and the predilection for afternoon soap and movie stars.
Sarsi. Pinoy rootbeer, the enduring taste of childhood. Our grandfathers had them with an egg beaten in.
Pinoy fruits. Atis, guyabano, chesa, mabolo, lanzones, durian, langka, makopa, dalanghita, siniguelas, suha, chico, papaya, singkamas--the possibilities!
Pinoy tastes. A dietitian's nightmare: too sweet, too salty, too fatty, as in burong talangka, itlog na maalat, crab fat (aligue), bokayo, kutchinta, sapin-sapin, halo-halo, pastilyas, palitaw, pulburon, longganisa, tuyo, ensaymada, ube haleya, sweetened macapuno and garbanzos. Remember, we're the guys who put sugar (horrors) in our spaghetti sauce. Yum!
The sights. Banaue Rice Terraces, Boracay, Bohol's Chocolate Hills, Corregidor Island, Fort Santiago, the Hundred Islands, the Las Pi?s Bamboo Organ, Rizal Park, Mt. Banahaw, Mayon Volcano, Taal Volcano. A land of contrasts and ever-changing landscapes.
Gayuma, agimat and anting-anting. Love potions and amulets. How the socially-disadvantaged Pinoy copes.
Basketball. How the verticaly-challenged Pinoy compensates, via a national sports obsession that reduces fans to tears and fistfights.
People Power at EDSA. When everyone became a hero and changed Philippine history overnight.
Beer and pulutan. "Isa pa nga!" and the Philippines' most popular, world-renowned beer goes well with peanuts, corniks, tapa, chicharon, usa, barbecue, sisig, and all manner of spicy, crunchy and cholesterol-rich chasers.
Resiliency. We've survived 400 years of Spanish rule, the US bases, Marcos, the 1990 earthquake, lahar, lambada, and many more.
Yoyo. Truly Filipino in origin, this hunting tool, weapon, toy and merchandising vehicle remains the best way to "walk the dog" and "rock the baby," using just a piece of string.
to be continued? Haha, of course.
FROM the 1896 Revolution to the first Philippine Republic, the Commonwealth period, the EDSA Revolt and everything else, history marches on. Thankfully, however, some things never change. Like the classics, things irresistibly Pinoy mark us for life. They're the indelible stamp of our identity, the undeniable affinity that binds us like twins. They celebrate the good in us, the best of our culture and the infinite possibilities we are all capable of. Some are so self-explanatory you only need mention them for fellow Pinoys to swoon or drool. Here, from all over this Centennial-crazed country and in no particular order, are a hundred of the best things that make us unmistakably Pinoy.
Merienda. Where else is it normal to eat five times a day?
Sawsawan. Assorted sauces that guarantee freedom of choice, enough room for experimentation and maximum tolerance for diverse tastes. Favorites: toyo't calamansi, suka at sili, patis.
Kuwan, ano. At a loss for words? Try these and marvel at how Pinoys understand exactly what you want.
Pinoy humor and irreverence. If you're api and you know it, crack a joke. Nothing personal, really.
Tingi. Thank goodness for small entrepreneurs. Where else can we buy cigarettes, soap, condiments and life's essentials in small affordable amounts?
Spirituality. Even before the Spaniards came, ethnic tribes had their own anitos, bathalas and assorted deities, pointing to a strong relationship with the Creator, who or whatever it may be.
Po, opo, mano po. Speech suffixes that define courtesy, deference, filial respect--a balm to the spirit in these aggressive times.
Pasalubong. Our way of sharing the vicarious thrills and delights of a trip, and a wonderful excuse to shop without the customary guilt.
Beaches! With 7,000 plus islands, we have miles and miles of shoreline piled high with fine white sand, lapped by warm waters, and nibbled by exotic tropical fish. From the stormy seas of Batanes to the emerald isles of Palawan--over here, life is truly a beach.
Bagoong. Darkly mysterious, this smelly fish or shrimp paste typifies the underlying theme of most ethnic foods: disgustingly unhygienic, unbearably stinky and simply irresistible.
Bayanihan. Yes, the internationally-renowned dance company, but also this habit of pitching in still common in small communities. Just have that cold beer and some pulutan ready for the troops.
The Balikbayan box. Another way of sharing life's bounty, no matter if it seems like we're fleeing Pol Pot every time we head home from anywhere in the globe. The most wonderful part is that, more often than not, the contents are carted home to be distributed.
Pilipino komiks. Not to mention "Hiwaga," "Aliwan," "Tagalog Classics," "Liwayway" and "Bulaklak" magazines. Pulpy publications that gave us Darna, Facifica Falayfay, Lagalag, Kulafu, Kenkoy, Dyesebel, characters of a time both innocent and worldly.
Folk songs. They come unbidden and spring, full blown, like a second language, at the slightest nudge from the too-loud stereo of a passing jeepney or tricycle.
Fiesta. Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow is just another day, shrugs the poor man who, once a year, honors a patron saint with this sumptuous, no-holds-barred spread. It's a Pinoy celebration at its pious and riotous best.
Aswang, manananggal, kapre. The whole underworld of Filipino lower mythology recalls our uniquely bizarre childhood, that is, before political correctness kicked in. Still, their rich adventures pepper our storytelling.
Jeepneys. Colorful, fast, reckless, a vehicle of postwar Pinoy ingenuity, this Everyman's communal cadillac makes for a cheap, interesting ride. If the driver's a daredevil (as they usually are), hang on to your seat.
Dinuguan. Blood stew, a bloodcurdling idea, until you try it with puto. Best when mined with jalape? peppers. Messy but mmmmm.. DELICIOUS.
Santacruzan. More than just a beauty contest, this one has religious overtones, a tableau of St. Helena's and Constantine's search for the Cross that seamlessly blends piety, pageantry and ritual. Plus, it's the perfect excuse to show off the prettiest ladies--and the most beautiful gowns.
Balut. Unhatched duck's embryo, another unspeakable ethnic food to outsiders, but oh, to indulge in guilty pleasures! Sprinkle some salt and suck out that soup, with gusto.
Padala. A personalized door-to-door remittance and delivery system for overseas Filipino workers who don't trust the banking system, and who expect a family update from the courier, as well.
Choc-nut. Crumbly peanut chocolate bars that defined childhood ecstasy before M & M's and Hershey's.
Kamayan style. To eat with one's hand and eschew spoon, fork and table manners--ah, heaven.
Chicharon. Pork, fish or chicken crackling. There is in the crunch a hint of the extravagant, the decadent and the pedestrian. Perfect with vinegar, sublime with beer.
Pinoy hospitality. Just about everyone gets a hearty "Kain tayo!" invitation to break bread with whoever has food to share, no matter how skimpy or austere it is.
Adobo, kare-kare, sinigang and other lutong bahay stuff. Home-cooked meals that have the stamp of approval from several generations, who swear by closely-guarded cooking secrets and family recipes.
Lola Basyang. The voice one heard spinning tales over the radio, before movies and television curtailed imagination and defined grown-up tastes.
Pambahay. Home is where one can let it all hang out, where clothes do not make a man or woman but rather define their level of comfort.
Tricycle, the Pinoy's taxicab that delivers you at your doorstep for as little as PHP7.00 (but then it was just 3.00), with a complimentary dusting of polluted air.
Dirty ice cream. Very Pinoy flavors that make up for the risk: munggo, langka, ube, mais, keso, macapuno. Plus there's the colorful cart that recalls jeepney art.
Yayas. The trusted Filipino nanny who, ironically, has become a major Philippine export as overseas contract workers. A good one is almost like a surrogate parent--if you don't mind the accent and the predilection for afternoon soap and movie stars.
Sarsi. Pinoy rootbeer, the enduring taste of childhood. Our grandfathers had them with an egg beaten in.
Pinoy fruits. Atis, guyabano, chesa, mabolo, lanzones, durian, langka, makopa, dalanghita, siniguelas, suha, chico, papaya, singkamas--the possibilities!
Pinoy tastes. A dietitian's nightmare: too sweet, too salty, too fatty, as in burong talangka, itlog na maalat, crab fat (aligue), bokayo, kutchinta, sapin-sapin, halo-halo, pastilyas, palitaw, pulburon, longganisa, tuyo, ensaymada, ube haleya, sweetened macapuno and garbanzos. Remember, we're the guys who put sugar (horrors) in our spaghetti sauce. Yum!
The sights. Banaue Rice Terraces, Boracay, Bohol's Chocolate Hills, Corregidor Island, Fort Santiago, the Hundred Islands, the Las Pi?s Bamboo Organ, Rizal Park, Mt. Banahaw, Mayon Volcano, Taal Volcano. A land of contrasts and ever-changing landscapes.
Gayuma, agimat and anting-anting. Love potions and amulets. How the socially-disadvantaged Pinoy copes.
Basketball. How the verticaly-challenged Pinoy compensates, via a national sports obsession that reduces fans to tears and fistfights.
People Power at EDSA. When everyone became a hero and changed Philippine history overnight.
Beer and pulutan. "Isa pa nga!" and the Philippines' most popular, world-renowned beer goes well with peanuts, corniks, tapa, chicharon, usa, barbecue, sisig, and all manner of spicy, crunchy and cholesterol-rich chasers.
Resiliency. We've survived 400 years of Spanish rule, the US bases, Marcos, the 1990 earthquake, lahar, lambada, and many more.
Yoyo. Truly Filipino in origin, this hunting tool, weapon, toy and merchandising vehicle remains the best way to "walk the dog" and "rock the baby," using just a piece of string.
to be continued? Haha, of course.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
It rained heavily in Manila for the fifth time around, still at the same time of the day.
News reports came in telling that these 'what-I-call-thunderstorms' were just effects of the southwest monsoon and a storm in China. Well, if that's what they say. Kokontra pa ba ko?
Thunder roared, raindrops poured. (Wow. Now that I thought of it, it rhymes.) Exactly eight o'clock in the evening, the rain said 'hello' again to Manila. After raining for five days, I just thought of roaming around the city to see what it looks like when its raining so hard. I came up with this list:
Manila's finest streets were flooded. This seldom happens. In my four years of stay in Manila, I have never expected that it would instantly be flooded after about twenty minutes of continous rain. Faura and Kalaw were like rivers, not streets. Well, I'm just glad that after a day, the flood goes away too.
People, mostly students, were stranded in Kalaw and Faura streets. Of course when streets are flooded, who would think of walking with their leather shoes on? The only people that I saw walking in the rain aside from those with umbrellas were the ones wearing flipflops, sandals, slippers, tsinelas..
Malls (SM Manila and Robinson's Place Ermita) were suddenly full of people, who should be going home by now on a regular basis. (that includes me.) People stayed inside the malls for one reason: they can't go out, of course. The raindrops were pouring so hard that people without umbrellas would feel the rain like hale. Ouch. Anyways, if you would like to know which mall had more people inside, SM is the answer.
Vehicles, private or public, remained stopped. If passengers were stranded, so were jeepneys. Its hard to pass through a flooded road, you know. If ever you thought of riding a jeepney during a rainy day, think again. If you want to do it anyway, you'd arrive 2-3 hours later, regardless of your distance from home.
LRT trains were jampacked. Obviously, the LRT would be the best means of transportation in a day like this. Better buy a ticket worth fifteen pesos than spend 25-50 pesos for a pedicab ride amidst the flooded streets. (unless you're too much of an explorer. Dora?) Riding a jeepney wouldn't help much, either. Ikaw? Gusto mong lumusong?
So much for that list. At least after writing (typing if you play our language game.) this blog entry, I was able to put an end to one of our homeworks this weekend. Considering the fact that its the hardest of them all, its an achievement.
Philo - TTD: Philo always comes first. Don't ask why.
Philo - Reaction paper: This one's next.
Chem - Homework: I highly doubt if I'd be in the mood to do it.
Chem - Review: Argh, same as above.
It definitely is a lucky Saturday.
Currently listening to:
Parokya ni Edgar - Sampip
News reports came in telling that these 'what-I-call-thunderstorms' were just effects of the southwest monsoon and a storm in China. Well, if that's what they say. Kokontra pa ba ko?
Thunder roared, raindrops poured. (Wow. Now that I thought of it, it rhymes.) Exactly eight o'clock in the evening, the rain said 'hello' again to Manila. After raining for five days, I just thought of roaming around the city to see what it looks like when its raining so hard. I came up with this list:
So much for that list. At least after writing (typing if you play our language game.) this blog entry, I was able to put an end to one of our homeworks this weekend. Considering the fact that its the hardest of them all, its an achievement.
It definitely is a lucky Saturday.
Currently listening to:
Parokya ni Edgar - Sampip
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Wednesday: its been a day after the bloody 2nd DepEx in Math 11.
9 people (including yours truly) in our block had to take the exam in the hallway. Hassle. Still, we had some laughs. A guy and a girl were talking while passing around the chairs to be used by the Lucky 9 (this is our group name, Raina. yay.)
Guy: O yan. 9 tayo. Bigyan mo nga ako ng pangalan ng group na may 9 members.
Girl: Aha! S-Club 7!
Guy: *laughs out loud.* Susunugin kita!
Anyway..
Argh. I had an overdose of ice cream..*cough,cough* Still, I can't eat that much, stupid braces. It's a Wednesday anyway, I have time to rest.
But then, I still have Things-To-Do. I'm stuck in Module 6 of Unit 2 and Module 4 of Unit 5. So, no rest for me. Absolutely. I'm sure to have a headache sooner or later. Luckily, it won't last for that long because tomorrow (a Thursday) will definitely be a *grmm* sabaw day. Gina (you-know-who, blockmates) will not be around tomorrow. Know what? If we follow UP R&R, Gina should drop Comm already. Tomorrow would be her sixth absence. Six absences mean FIVE.
Oh, suddenly I remembered what Doctor Heart's unexpected speech was yesterday:
"HUMAYO KAYO AT MAGPARAMI."
Speaking of Philo, I have to do my 'Things-To-Do'.
Currently listening to:
Frio - Alive
9 people (including yours truly) in our block had to take the exam in the hallway. Hassle. Still, we had some laughs. A guy and a girl were talking while passing around the chairs to be used by the Lucky 9 (this is our group name, Raina. yay.)
Guy: O yan. 9 tayo. Bigyan mo nga ako ng pangalan ng group na may 9 members.
Girl: Aha! S-Club 7!
Guy: *laughs out loud.* Susunugin kita!
Anyway..
Argh. I had an overdose of ice cream..*cough,cough* Still, I can't eat that much, stupid braces. It's a Wednesday anyway, I have time to rest.
But then, I still have Things-To-Do. I'm stuck in Module 6 of Unit 2 and Module 4 of Unit 5. So, no rest for me. Absolutely. I'm sure to have a headache sooner or later. Luckily, it won't last for that long because tomorrow (a Thursday) will definitely be a *grmm* sabaw day. Gina (you-know-who, blockmates) will not be around tomorrow. Know what? If we follow UP R&R, Gina should drop Comm already. Tomorrow would be her sixth absence. Six absences mean FIVE.
Oh, suddenly I remembered what Doctor Heart's unexpected speech was yesterday:
"HUMAYO KAYO AT MAGPARAMI."
Speaking of Philo, I have to do my 'Things-To-Do'.
Currently listening to:
Frio - Alive
Labels: sabaw
Monday, September 04, 2006
