My Personal Ranting Space

Abalos Is All About The Benjamins

2008-02-13T15:40:00.006+08:00

Moderate greed? Hindi nako magtataka kung bakit natalo na natin ang Indonesia, at tayo na ang number one. Hehehe. Mas mauutak ang mga pulitiko natin. Magaling! *palakpakan*

$130 million. Taena parang ginawa tayong insurance ah. Buhay na apo ng apo ng apo mo nun.

Ginoong Lozada, salamat sa paglabas at pagtestigo ngunit ang pagnanakaw ay pagnanakaw, kaya...

Ay, nakakapikon. Tawagin n'yo man akong uto uto at hangal, hindi parin ako nawawalan ng pag asa. Sana ikaw rin. Kawawa naman ang Pilipinas kung hindi.

Just One Of Those Days...

2008-01-25T13:26:00.000+08:00

EMO ALERT!!!

Can we cry and drink and smoke while getting a new haircut? Just wonderin'.

Tsk. Tsk. Boom!

2008-01-22T13:05:00.001+08:00

I want to pull my hair out everytime people tell me that they see a spark between me and certain guys that I eventually end up liking (well, SOME of them). Believe me, I've gotten that reaction for the umpteenth time, from different groups of people, and for different guys and if I probably combine the "forces" of those so called sparks, I could probably provide light for a whole house for a couple of seconds. At sino ako sa inaakala nyo? Si Human Torch?

Spark?! Silaban ko kaya kayo nang makita nyo ang hinahanap nyong spark!

Pero pwede rin no? Kelan ko kaya mahahanap ang Crystal (sa lahat ng na-involve kay Human Torch, pinaka gusto ko powers nya) ko para pag nagsama kami, spontaneous combustion na?! Tapos, eternal flame! Nyahaha! Taena, bitin yung beer!

Naah, but seriously. They just probably see my innate ability to mingle / blend in with the Y carriers. And I'm more comfortable smelling a hint of bleaching agent in the air because again, I basically grew up in a testosterone dominated environment. There. So please, no more sparks.

Supper Men!

2007-12-29T11:40:00.000+08:00

Pic posted without the artist's permission. Hahaha!

Miss you dinner buddies!

Kebab tayo!

More caricatures on Rhoda's Deviantart.

Home Alone

2007-12-25T06:48:00.000+08:00

What's more pathetic than being alone during the holidays, in your own house, while your whole clan's drinking, bingeing, and being merry... in beautiful Baguio (from Pagudpud to Baguio, actually) no less?! And unlike Kevin McCallister, I didn't wish for my family to disappear!

Better send me those fast food delivery numbers and flyers!

Hmmm. Check in kaya ako sa VC to try out the Matrix room? Bwahaha!

A piece of useless info I got from this link while searching for a Home Alone jpeg. Turns out the movie poster was a parody of Munch's The Scream! Coolness!

Image Sources:
Home Alone
The Scream - Edvard Munch

Ayala - Pansol - Tagaytay - Manila Roadtrip

2007-11-03T04:01:00.000+08:00

27 October 2007

Ang Alumni Meeting na nauwi sa isang byaheng mala-hillclimb/WRC (as if, hahaha) papunta ng Tagaytay. Sayang sana may dalang videocam! Kung pwede lang sanang ituloy tuloy hanggang Bohol. Hehehe.

Isipin nyo nalang na Subaru Impreza ito dahil...

Driver namin si Petter Solberg!

Sulit kahit galing pako sa opisina at walang tulog!

Hay, sa wakas! Social life... at beer!

More pics:

My Multiply Account
Joel's Multiply Account

Patay Patay Sa Araw Ng Mga Patay

2007-11-02T11:51:00.000+08:00

Charme, pasensya at salamat dahil lagi mong kailangang magbigay ng pep talk sa bawat unang araw ng "promotion" natin. Hahaha! At dahil dyan, sige, magpapapicture nako sayo. :P

Hay, sige try ko pa ng isang linggo.

Kasi naman, bigyan naman sana ako ng magagandang calls. Utang na loob!

I Want My Social Life Back!

2007-10-14T05:48:00.000+08:00

On our way home, in my PJs. The bastards went to my house at 2am to pick me up while I was supposedly reviewing for my Physics exam the next day. I was kidnapped, brought somewhere in Diliman, then was offered free booze and munchies. Hell yeah. They brought me back home pie-eyed, happy, swearing, singing.

Punyeta. And now I can't even schedule a dinner date with my friends. I WANT MY SOCIAL LIFE BACK!

I'm down to my last few straws.

Love, Capt. Spaceout

2007-10-13T18:21:00.000+08:00

I know you'll kill me for this, but... ugh.

I miss you Drew. You're one of the very few people who can tell if I'm faking my smiles. And I still smile whenever I see that F4 guy on the telly. And you always make sense. And I still think you should be a lawyer. And lawyers have a special place in my heart. And I swear I was only supposed to rest for 5 minutes back when we were doing our thesis, but the rhino's life was on the telly that's why I (unintentionally) doze off. He had a boring life. Ho-hum.

And I'm losing it, again.

And I'm not making sense, I know.

Inom tayo! I miss talking to you.

Image Source:
http://asiandramas.cowblog.fr/2347401.jpg
and, Andrew's Friendster account. Hahaha!

I Hate, I Love, I Hope.

2007-10-11T10:03:00.000+08:00

I hate the fact that I can't go to La Union this weekend with my friends because I still have to work. Fuck. Just the thought of being frozen alive in an airconditioned room (think cryogenics), "alone" while my sun whore friends are basking in the sun and riding the waves makes me want to run all the way up the 8th floor screaming "Lord, why?!" while tearing my horse-tail-like hair out. Again, the thought bubble containing the words "What the hell have I gotten myself into?" pops out.

I love having breakfast in bus (coined after "breakfast in bed") and saying good night while the sun's still up. My friend waits up for me to get off from work then we go straight to Jollibee (eww, yeah I know), buy breakfast and eat during our bus ride home while I go on ranting about how fucking sleepy I was during my shift. I always enjoy moments like that wherein I get to talk to someone about how my day went after working for 8 frikkin hours. And yeah, how many people can say that they just had ice cream for breakfast?

Isse kreyyam por sahle ere.

I hope I can go out of town this weekend.

First Day Funk

2007-09-19T01:32:00.000+08:00

I guess this'll be my own version. Okay. Feet hurt. Finally got an electronic ID that works! I think more than the training, that'll be the only thing that I'll look forward to everyday. Getting the chance to swipe my card to get in. Aylavet! Feet hurt. They gave us kits with another set of forms to fill out, a manual and a handbook. Double love. I love getting kits and filling out forms. Kaya suking suki ako nung mga islambuk nung gradeschool. What is your favorite color? Define love. Who is your crush? Ang pinaka panalong sagot sa tanong na "Describe yourself" ay "Judge me". At sa "What are your hobbies?" "MTM - many to mention". Lupet no? Yuck. Hahaha!

Feet hurt. Pantry food sucks. Yesss! An excuse to buy a cool lunchbox. Feet hurt. Got an orange, doodle free notebook, which I bet will be full of random thoughts and of course doodles by the end of my second training day. Feet hurt. Sucks to know that I'm the only one who lives up north. Waaay north. Feet hurt. Feels weird to realize that I'll be getting off / arriving at the same bus stops that I used to go to back in college. The only difference is, now I'd have to cross the street to go home. God bless the walkways. Feet hurt. Got a free spill proof coffee mug.

Feet hurt. Note to self, bring flip flops.

My dear fat ass, please cooperate. I need to complete my pre employment medical exam within the week. Additional note [to self], buy Dulcolax.

I'm officially part of the workforce. Now, show me where my taxes REALLY go.

Pinoy Si Adan At Eba!

2007-08-25T01:30:00.000+08:00

Dahil may hang over pako sa emo post ko sa private blog, ishashare ko nalang yung natutunan ko sa isang inuman session namin (labo).

Nagdedebate na ang mga tomador tungkol sa Diyos at relihiyon nang biglang bumanat ang lalaking nagdala ng toma na kasing lasa ng Baileys: ang Cream of (Jessica) Alba (sorry ser, di ko na matandaan pangalan nyo) ng...

Dapat talaga naging Pinoy nalang sina Adan at Eba para kinain nalang nila yung ahas.

Anakngtokwa naisip mo pa yun?! :))

Wanted

2007-08-24T03:14:00.000+08:00

I just got word that people (my friends of course) from Ayala, QC, Hong Kong, Canada, US and even France (!) are looking for me.

I'm here. I'm not hiding from you (or y'all, ya heard?!).

That's funny. Hmmm. Magkano na ba nakapatong sa ulo ko?

Banana Pancakes

2007-08-07T12:18:00.000+08:00

*singing*

Song is meant to keep ya
From doing what you're supposed to
Like waking up too early
Maybe we can sleep in
I'll make you banana pancakes
Pretend like it's the weekend now

I'm just in a swell mood. It's raining hard outside. Jack's playing. Got an unexpected text, looking forward to being with the retards on Saturday. Went out of my room and lo and behold... banana pancakes!

Can't you see cant you see,
You gotta wake up slow

Helpless

2007-08-07T01:08:00.000+08:00

I just got a text from Jen telling me about her dad's condition.

It's sad feeling helpless knowing that someone needs you but he's nautical miles away. But I just realized that it's distressing to have that person at arms reach and still be helpless.

Dude, please hug your dad for me. At tama ka, gusto ko lang maka-tyansing! Hahaha! Iba talaga ang tama ng Buddha-ish tummies.

My Life Is A Succession Of People Saying Goodbye

2007-08-06T00:25:00.000+08:00

And the list goes on. I honestly dunno how to react everytime I hear people telling me that they have to fly out of the country to work, or study, or be there for good.

Why do they all have to leave in order for them to fulfill their dreams?

Hay. And once they're there, I just get sad everytime I read blog posts saying how sad they've been, and it even makes me sadder to think that no matter what I do, I'm rendered helpless and the least that I could do is to just give them comforting words over the Internet. That no matter what we do, the encouragement given by a simple pat on the back or the solace that we get from having our arms locked around each other cannot be replaced by typing four characters on our keyboards (>:D< ; that's four, not counting the Shift key). And I also get sad thinking that now, we can only share our lives through a monitor.

Well, I can't blame/hate them for leaving. Maybe one day I will also take the paths that they all took. We'll never know. Then, it'll be my turn to say goodbye.

Schnappi Das Kleine Krokodil

2007-08-01T05:42:00.000+08:00

Schnappi

Das Kleine Krokodil

Ich bin Schnappi, das kleine Krokodil
Komm aus Ägypten, das liegt direkt am Nil
Zuerst lag ich in einem Ei
Dann schni-, schna-, schnappte ich mich frei

Schni Schna Schnappi
Schnappi Schnappi Schnapp
Schni Schna Schnappi
Schnappi Schnappi Schnapp

Ich bin Schnappi, das kleine Krokodil
Hab scharfe Zähne, und davon ganz schön viel
Ich schnapp mir was ich schnappen kann
Ja ich schnapp zu, weil ich das so gut kann

Schni Schna Schnappi
Schnappi Schnappi Schnapp
Schni Schna Schnappi
Schnappi Schnappi Schnapp

Ich bin Schnappi, das kleine Krokodil
Ich schnappe gern, das ist mein Lieblingsspiel
Ich schleich mich an die Mama ran
Und zeig ihr wie ich schnappen kann

Schni Schna Schnappi
Schnappi Schnappi Schnapp
Schni Schna Schnappi
Schnappi Schnappi Schnapp

Ich bin Schnappi, das kleine Krokodil
Und vom Schnappen, da krieg ich nicht zu viel
Ich beiß dem Papi kurz ins Bein
Und dann, dann schlaf ich einfach ein

Schni Schna Schnappi
Schnappi Schnappi Schnapp (schnapp!)
Schni Schna Schnappi (ja!)
Schnappi Schnappi Schnapp (schnapp!)
Schni Schna Schnappi (mhmm!)
Schnappi Schnappi Schnapp (ja!)
Schni Schna Schnappi
Schnappi (hmm) Schnappi Schnapp

Cute song. I bet it'll get on my nerves after a while. But not as annoying as that frikkin crazy frog. And that stupid purple dinosaur. Poor kids.

Download song.

Sources:
Lyrics - http://www.lyricstop.com/d/daskleinekrokodil-schnappi.html

Image - http://dot.kde.org/1105642626/1105644167/1105644703/1107113962/1112262378/1114115385/Schnappi.gif

Salamat sa kalokohang 'to Rhoda. Kinakanta ko ng alas singko ng umaga.

Writer's Block

2007-07-28T01:37:00.000+08:00

I guess I'd have to content myself in writing one liners or one paragraphed entries for a while. I have topics queued in my head but when I start writing, words seem to elude me.

It's like my head just throws in tons of information so fast that my brain can't keep up and my locomotive skills aren't that fast either that by the time I'm able to process a whole sentence in my head, I have just managed to write a couple of words and the whole thought just gets...lost.

Writer's block ka dyan. Kinakalawang lang utak mo!

33, 69, 82

2007-07-27T02:29:00.000+08:00

Seek and ye shall find!

Congratulations. Now, start seeking.

Prison Break Part Deux

2007-07-26T02:07:00.000+08:00

Eto ang literal na prison break! Mga preso ng Cebu na sumasayaw sa saliw ng Thriller ni Michael Jackson.

Subukan nyong imagine-in sila Burrows, Scofield (ahay, puso ko!), Sucre, Abruzzi, at iba pa na sumasayaw. Hahaha! Love it.

Hmmm. Pero hindi ba dapat yung mga gumaganap na mumu yung nakakatakot? Eh bakit parang dito ata, mas nakakatakot pa yung baklang naka-pink? Kung ako yung multo, baka imbes na makasayaw ay tumakbo nako at nagsisisigaw.

Prison Break

2007-07-25T23:39:00.000+08:00

...brings families closer.

It did mine.

And Wentworth... DING IT!

Ayokong Maging Sikat

2007-07-07T00:33:00.003+08:00

Naikuwento ko narin lang naman ang tungkol sa mapait na karanasan namin ng aking aso, naisip kong itutuloy tuloy ko na.

Isa sa pinakamabigat na dahilan kung bakit ayokong maging sikat ay dahil ayokong maging kapangalan ng hayop, kadalasan ay mga aso.

Minsan ay humahagalpak kami ng aking mga pinsan sa kakatawa pag nakakita kami ng cute na aso at kapag tinanong namin ang pangalan ay kakaiba o di kaya'y kapangalan ng kung sino man ang laman ng balita nung mga panahong kakapanganak palang o kakabili palang sa kanila.

Uumpisahan ko muna sa paglilista ng mga pangalan ng mga aso namin na natatandaan ko pa.

Gardo
(Rulin' the doggie world)
Kung sa tagalog ay Bantay ang tawag sa mga asong nagbabantay sa bahay, English version naman ang samin. Sosyal kami eh. Sabi kasi ng kuya ko, "kita mo nga naman, sa tindig palang, guard dog na guard dog na ang dating". Swerte pa sya dahil pang macho talaga ang pangalang naibigay sa kanya. Katukayo ni Machete. Isa sa mga pinagseselosan kong aso. Nung tuta palang sya, minsan ay makikita ko nalang na katabi nya ang tatay ko matulog. Na eenjoy nya ang bango at init na ibinibigay ng kili kili ng tatay ko.

Doglas
(In doggie heaven. RIP)
Hindi yan wrong spelling. Kasi nga naman DOGlas. Gets? Gets.

Felix
(In doggie heaven. RIP)
Kung merong Felix the cat sa TV, meron naman kaming Felix the dog. Itim kasi sya at sabi ng mga pinsan ko, meron syang mga katangiang maihahalintulad kay Felix the cat. Hanggang ngayon ay di ko maisip kung ano. Uh, baka kumakain din sya ng daga? Ewan.

Chavit
(In doggie heaven. RIP)
Hahaha! Kainitan kasi nun nung impeachment kay Erap. Ayaw naman naming Erap kasi parang ang sagwa.

Choochie
(In doggie heaven. RIP)
Wala lang. Gusto ko lang isama sa listahan. Napakaliit nyang labrador kaya cute ang pangalan. Isa sa mga pinagselosan kong aso dahil buti pa sya may Yakult na pasalubong ang tatay ko. Ako wala.

Marami pa kaming naging aso pero yan lang ang mga kakatuwang pangalan.

Eto naman ang listahan ng mga pangalan ng aso ng mga kaibigan at kapitbahay ko:

Brownie
Kulay itim kasi sya kaya yan ang ipinangalan nung lasenggerong may ari. Lasing siguro sya nung pinangalanan nya yung aso. O, o baka naman color blind sya!

Bill at George
Bwahaha! Labrador lang ng kaibigan ko ang mga hinayupak! Walang kinatatakutan ang mga asong ito. Maliban nalang kung labasan mo sila ng baril. Kahit pellet gun lang o kahit anong mukhang baril ang ilabas mo, tatahimik na sila. Weird. Yung Bill and George din kaya na kilala nating lahat tatahimik pag nilabasan natin ng baril? Hmmm.

Fulgoso
Need I say more? Kapanahunan to ni Mari Mar. Eto yung mga panahong naalala kong marami akong kasabay na matatandang babaeng nagsa-sign of the cross sa jeep dahil humaharabas ang pagpapatakbo nung mamang drayber. "Aysusmaryosep manong, hindi po kami nagmamadali". "Pasensya na po ale, hindi ko na po kasi maaabutan ang Mari Mar". Naknampucha. Tuwang tuwa na nga ako sa bilis dahil feeling ko asa Gran Turismo ako eh. Agaw trip naman tong matandang to. Tsk.

Gringo
Ang manugang ni Barbie. Hehehe. Kawawa naman tong asong to dahil sa sobrang puti ng balahibo nya, akala siguro nung mga may ari eh whiteboard sya sa sobrang dami ng graffiti nya sa katawan.

Hmmm. Napansin ko lang na mga artista o mga pulitikong may kagaguhang ginawa ang mga kadalasang ipinapangalan ng mga tao sa mga aso. Kelan kaya magkakaron ng asong may malaking nunal para hindi na ma-OP si madam president?

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May naalala ako. Ikukwento ko lang. Usapang hayop narin naman. Nagkaron kami ng pusa dati na kulay kahel at puti. Sobrang linis at sobrang malandi kahit nung kuting palang kaya pinangalanan naming magpipinsan na Lyla.

Isang malanding tawag sa malanding pusa.

Sa sobrang lambing nun ay lagi syang lumalapit sa'min para magpahimas. Kapag nag palms down ka at nakita nya, tatalon pa sya sa palad mo para mahimas mo lang ang balahibo nya. Eeeenyways.

Lumaki na sya nun. Isang araw, isa sa aming magpipinsan ang nakapansin ng kakatuwang bagay sa kanyang katawan kaya tinawag nya (kung sino man sya) kaming lahat.

"Tignan nyo o!"

*tinaas niya ang buntot ni Lyla at sumilip ang lahat*

*nagulat ang lahat sa kanilang nakita*

"LALAKI PALA SI LYLA!!!"

May itlog ang pusa namin.

*hagalpakan ang lahat*

Ang Aso Ko Ay Isang Dogfather

2007-07-06T04:17:00.000+08:00

Minsan sa isang inuman session namin ng kuya ko at ng barkada nya ay biglang may nagsalita

"Pare, dog-father talaga yang kangaroo ninyo"

Hindi ko alam kung dahil sa kalasingan o dahil sobrang nakakatawa lang talaga pero tawa kami ng tawa nun. Onga pala, "kangaroo" ang tawag nila sa mga aso dahil mukha nga naman daw kangaroo ang mga ito. Pero ngayong hindi nako lasing, naisip ko na tama nga naman. Dog father talaga si Gardo o kahit na sinong aso na matinong inaalagaan ng kanilang mga "amo". (parang anlabo ata) Pano ko nasabi? Ganito kasi...

Ang malanding aso naming si Gardo ay kailangang hainan mo ng masarap na pagkain dahil kung hindi ay hindi nya ito kakainin at problema mo pa ang paglilinis ng kainan nya pag nangyari ito. Pag hindi mo lilinisan eh magkakaron kayo ng mga pesteng ipis, langaw at daga. May special diet pa sya dahil sabi nila, bawal pakainin ang aso ng mga pagkaing may vetsin dahil malalagas ang balahibo nito. Dahil bwakaw ang pamilya ko at minsan ay sapat lang ang pagkain sa bahay para saming lahat, nagkakaron ng mga panahon na wala nang natitira para sa aming alaga. Dapat ay bilhan pa namin sya ng mamahaling dog food na mas mahal pa sa kinakain namin. Mamahalin dahil hindi sya kumakain ng mga mumurahin lang. Malandi talaga. Kailangang bilhan din sya ng sarili nyang sabon dahil malalagas lang ang balahibo nya kung Tide ang ginamit sa pagpapaligo. Kailangang meron din syang sariling tuwalya dahil kung pinakawalan mo sya nang basa eh panibagong sakit ng ulo dahil magiging mas madumi sya kung magpapagulong gulong sya sa labas ng bahay na basa. Pagkatapos kumain ay masarap matulog, lalo na pagkatapos ng tanghalian kaya matutulog muna sya ng ilang oras na minsan ay nakataas ang apat na paa. Teorya nga namin, baka nananaginip pa sya dahil minsan ay gumagalaw at umuungol sya habang natutulog. Pagkagising ay maghahanap nanaman ng panibagong gagawin. At kadalasan ay ayaw naming makipaglaro at makipag kulitan kaya nababagot sya at lalayas muna ng bahay at makikipaglaro sa mga ka-berks nyang aso ng kapitbahay. Napag alaman kong doon sya tumatambay sa isawan sa may kanto at bukod sa pag aabang ng mga tira tirang mga parte ng manok, baka at baboy na hindi kinakain ng mga tambay ay tinatawag sya ng amoy ng nilulutong bituka, dugo at kung ano ano pang lamang loob. Sarap! Pag nagutom na at napagod sa pakikipag harutan ay saka lamang sya babalik sa bahay upang tignan kung tapos na kaming kumain at meron nang handang pagkain para sa kanya. At kadalasan ay kailangan mong bitawan ang kung anomang ginagawa mo para lamang buksan ang gate dahil dumating na sya, at kung hindi ay mabubwisit ka lang sa kakaungol nya sa labas ng bahay. At ito ang malupit, magkakalat sya ng kung anong bagay ang gusto nyang ikalat at ikaw ang taga linis pagkatapos. Jebs pa ang ipapalinis sayo pag sinuwerte ka. Buti nalang at layas ang aso namin at dun sya sa labas nagkakalat. Pagdating naman sa paglilinis ay kailangan pa syang buhatin para lang mawalisan ang kinahihigaan nya. Kung makikipagtigasan ka ay wala kang mapapala dahil hindi sya tatayo at iisnabin ka lang maliban na lang kung sisipain mo sya (at hindi kami naninipa ng aso).

Nakakatuwa din syang panoorin kapag lumalabas kami ng bahay na kasama sya. Malakas ang loob nyang awayin ang kung sino mang hayop na makita sa daan. Marahil ay iniisip nyang kung ano man ang mangyari ay nandyan kami para sa kanya kung sakali mang madehado sya. I got yo' back ika nga. Kakagatin namin ang kung sino mang asong kumagat sa kanya. Parang ganun. Raaar! Kaya tinatawanan lang sya ng handler nung gi-normous na itim na rottweiler kapag hinahamon nya ito (yung aso syempre). Ang kapal ng mukha ng hinayupak na Gardong yan na manghamon kahit na hanggang sa dede lang sya nung hinahamon nya. Buti nalang ay may kadena yung aso. Baka mas mabilis pakong tumakbo pauwi pag nagkataon.

Katulong ako ng aso ko. Aren't we all? (di ko alam sa tagalog). Ayus lang. Wala namang kapalit ang kabatuganan... ay katuwaan pala, ang katuwaang ibinibigay nya sa amin sa tuwing tuwang tuwa syang batiin ang sino mang dumarating sa bahay. Nakakatuwa ding inihahatid nya lahat ng taong umaalis hanggang sa traysikel at minsan pa nga ay nakikipag paligsahan sya sa pagtakbo. Oo, kalaban ang traysikel na sinasakyan ko. May isa pa ngang pagkakataong ilang beses tumigil yung sinasakyan ko nang makita nya kong lulan nito pauwi.

"Ah manong, dun pa po yung bahay ko"

"Eh mam yung aso po kasi baka masagasaan ko"

*dungaw*

"Ah aso ko po yan. Stuy, Gardo!"

Pinasakay ko nalang sa traysikel at sabay kami umuwi kaysa naman abutin kami ng isang taon kakahinto. Tinamaan nga naman ng...

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Isang gabi ay nagpasama ako sa kapatid ko sa tindahan para magpaload. Sumama nanaman ang Gardo. Laking dismaya namin nang makitang sarado na ang tindahan. Kailangan kong makapag reply sa nagtext kaya kahit gabing gabi na ay naglakad kami ng naglakad para makahanap ng bukas na tindahan. Pauwi ay nakasalubong kami ng tatlong askal na wari ko'y magkakapatid dahil magkakamukha sila at lahat ay lumabas galing sa isang bahay. 3 to 1. Patay. Naramdaman din siguro ni Gardo ang naramdaman ko. Dehado ang aso ko pota. Unfair. Naisip ko na gaya ng mga Mafiosi, hindi rin teritoryo ni Gardo ang lugar na yon kaya walang reresbak pag nagkataon. At tumapak sya sa ibang teritoryo ng walang paalam kaya lagot talaga sya. Nagsimulang magtahulan ang tatlong aso. Tahimik lang si Gardo na naglalakad at nagpapanggap na wala syang nakita at siguro ay para narin sabihin sa tatlo na makikiraan lang sya at wala syang balak makipag away. Katulad ng aso ko, mayayabang din ang tatlo kaya't dahan dahan nilang kinorner si Gardo sa damuhan. Sumisigaw na si Gardo at para bang umiiyak. Wala naman kaming magawa ng aking kapatid kundi ang sigawan lang ang tatlo para matakot at lumayo. Kung pwede ko lang buhatin ang aso ko at tumakbo pauwi ay ginawa ko na. Kaso baka hindi pako nakakalapit ay kinuyog nako nung mga yun. Aspalto pa naman at napakalinis ng daan sa amin kaya wala akong mapulot na bato. Hindi narin ako nagtangkang magpulot ng kung ano pa man dahil baka natuyong jebs ng aso pa ang mapulot ko dahil madilim. Buti narin siguro yun dahil kung nagkataon ay baka kami naman ang pagbuntunan. Naiiyak nako at pinagagalitan ko ang aking kapatid para tulungan akong sigawan ang mga aso para layuan na si Gardo. Matapos ang ilang sandali ay nagpasya si Gardo na maglakad ng paunti unti habang sinusundan sya nung mga hinayupak habang galit na galit na tumatahol. Pagdaan ng ilang bahay, salamat sa dyos at tumigil sila ng kakalakad at tuluyan nang nilubayan ang aso ko. Buti nalang.

Tangina. Hanggang dyan lang ang abot ng ihi nyo no? Belat.

Mayabang nako ngayon at nakuha ko na mag-belat dahil wala na kami sa teritoryo nila. Pero pucha.

Grabe ang naramdaman kong kaba nun. Isang babala. Wag lang silang magkamaling pumunta sa mga lugar na inihian namin ng aso ko kung ayaw nilang maging pulutan. Hmph.

Matitikman nila ang bangis ni Don Gardo Corleone. Raaaaaaaaaffff!

Mamu Sheena

2007-07-03T00:06:00.000+08:00

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"you are my very special kitten"

made my day. ROFLMAO! =)) Who would've thought... Mama Sheens ako nung High School, Mamu Sheens na pala ako ngayon.

Naalala ko tuloy yung commercial ng gatas: "Is that you lolo?" "Look at my mole." "Ayan! Sige nga sayaw tayo halika..."

Amishu Tito Aldwinee! ;))

Preschool Psyche

2007-06-21T17:15:00.000+08:00

Remember the stuff we usually draw (or have drawn at least once) in preschool? The one with two hills, possibly a stream, a rice field, a tree (which sometimes bears fruits: apples or oranges), a "bahay kubo" (for us Pinoys) or a small house, a couple of clouds covering the sun and maybe a couple of inverted boobies that serve as our birds.

Most of us usually draw that or the picture of a family: a dad, mom, an elder sister, and elder brother, and the baby (depending on the number of members our families have).

Oh incidentally, I just remembered hearing a certain news way back that tells teachers (especially the ones in preschool) to refrain from describing a family as a group that has a mom, a dad, etc because it supposedly affects those kids who have single parents or something like that. But anyways...

My point:

Since Psychiatrists / Psychologists can somehow interpret stuff regarding our personality by letting us draw say, a man, I was thinking, is there any possible psychological explanation why children always draw those things?

Uh, just a random thought coz one time Pat brought his drawing journal and asked me to draw something. And I told him I wasn't gifted with that talent and in fact I can't even make a stick figure move or sit or whatever. So he told me to just draw something... anything that I can draw, or anything that I used to draw. Guess what I did.

I Smell Something Fishy

2007-06-05T00:10:00.000+08:00

Upon waking up, I went straight to the kitchen and saw the fish. Hehehe. Then I volunteered to clean 'em.

Got the fish and they told me to remove the scales, remove the innards and basically remove everything that I don't see when I eat 'em.

Remove everything that I don't see when I eat fish, or every part that I think isn't edible. Noted.

Oh this is going to be fun. First, removing the scales. Easy. I used to watch my lola do it when I was a kid. So I did. The scales were all over the sink and the walls after the first fish was cleaned. Oh I'm sooo dead. Then comes the icky part. Removing the guts.

"Oh man, that's gross."

"What the fuck is this?!"

"Aw fishy you stiiink!"

Aw that fish stank like hell. While I was "scaling" the fish, one of the fucking scales fucking bounced off my fucking lip while I was griping about how fucking icky it felt and smelt. That shut me fucking mouth off. Takte baka yung susunod, tumalsik na sa loob ng bunganga ko. Mahirap na.

I was already singing while I was cleaning my second fishy. Took me an hour to clean 3 pieces. Twas fun.

"Ay may itlog! Galeng!"

Was able to clean two mommy fish-ies.

*cut to the dining table after the fish was cleaned and cooked*

"O asan na yung itlog?!"

"Ah kinakain ba yun?"

*they all laughed*

The egg looked gross, man. I didn't know people even eat them. Oh yeah! Caviar! Feeling caviar! Hahaha.

Even if I wore two pieces of plastic on both hands while I was de-gutting / de-egging the damn things, I swear I can still smell the fish on my hands till dinner time. Stank like hell. Ugh.

Poknat's Back

2007-06-04T22:26:00.000+08:00

Now that Poknat's back, my High School barkada texted me to meet up at McDo Diliman (oh yeah, we call it OUR McDo) and catch up. Usual stuff.

As in other foot bridges I've crossed, the one in Commonwealth Ave. in front of OUR McDo "showed" another depressing scene (or scenes). On one part of the foot bridge you'll see people lying down holding plastic cups containing a couple of coins. On other parts you'll see moms nursing their babies while their other children sell sampaguitas. Nothing new there. Then on my way down the stairs I saw a kid holding a container filled with what we may consider "kaning-baboy". Reminds me of Mongolian barbecue wherein you'd pick whatever ingredients you want and then mix all the stuff up. It just wasn't that appetizing. I saw fish bones, chicken bones, rice with maybe a little water, etc. It was around 5pm then and I thought those were just the remaining stuff that they had for lunch/merienda and they're just saving the remaining food for their dog.

Then one of the kids ate from the container.

I dunno if I was going to barf or cry or maybe both. Aw gawd. What I thought was for their dog was actually THEIR food. Our dog eats more delicious (and I bet more nutritious) food than the kids I saw. It later made me realize how fucking stupid I was thinking that they even have dogs when they can't even feed themselves right.

What a very depressing sight to start off our small "reunion", I thought. I checked if my friends were already there and as always, I was the first one to arrive so I just smoked up. Then I saw another street kid coming up to a lady who just came out of McDo. The lady was holding a Sprite-float and when she saw the kid, she held out the beverage and the kid got it.

I just thought, hey at least the kid gets to down the "food" with soda once in a while, I can't. Hahaha!

We went to get groceries, cooked, then talked about our high school experiences, friends, who's banging who, who's working where, a tally on how many of us have babies already, how many are married, ex love teams, current love teams, who died, and so on.

As always, twas also fun to see how we (and our other friends) have "evolved" through the years, how stupid we've been back then, how some of us have completely changed our (their) "preferences", etc.

Then I got home, took a shower then went to bed. After like 5 minutes... dude. My head, my whole body felt so frikkin heavy, it's like I got literally pinned down by a fukkin sumo wrestler. I got up so fukkin late the next day but my head still felt heavy. It's like the exact same feeling you get when...

Whoever tripped and put something on one of my munchies better confess now or...

Dude, all I can say is... Chocolate ice cream goes well with cigs. :D

Keon!

2007-05-31T01:06:00.000+08:00

The other night gravity took it's toll on me and I started floating yet again. Good thing an angel flew by.

Hey kid, you're fucking adorable. Thanks for guiding me back to earth.

Oh, and your mom's really pretty. Di ba Niel?

"Picture!" *tilts head*

I want my own Keon.

Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda

2007-05-27T03:08:00.000+08:00

Q: Do you regret anything that you may have done in the past?
A: I don't regret anything because whatever happened in the past made me who I am today.

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Tanginang yan. Yuck! How I wish I'd be able to have the same beauty queen answer when asked about that topic. Truth be told, I'm a pathetic loser who regrets a lot of things that happened (or didn't) in my life. Saying words I should and/or shouldn't have said, doing things I should and/or shouldn't have done (or tried at the very least), opportunities I passed up, etc.

Insert possible contradictions here.

Yeah maybe, but still I know I could've done better, or at least I tried, or at least I'm not going to be trapped in asking what ifs ad infinitum.

Wishing for lesser regrets.

And world peas. World piss. World peace.

What's The Word?

2007-05-26T01:16:00.002+08:00

I wish linguists or heck, even people from Urban Dictionary would one day come up with a word that would describe that certain feeling wherein you're not happy nor sad, you're spacing out and just staring at one specific spot but not really thinking about anything, you feel like you're supposed to do something but can't quite figure out what, uh, something like that.

Or maybe they already have, I just haven't heard about it yet.

Yea, I really wish they do so when someone asks you how you are you'd just say, "oh I'm (insert appropriate word here)". That way you'll be spared from giving a long explanation which will eventually end up further confusing the person who asked.

Who Wants To Drink?

2007-05-14T00:09:00.000+08:00

It's bad enough that I won't be able to exercise my right tomorrow, I just remembered I also won't be able to drink.

I have stash in my room for the nights when counting sheeps just won't cut it. Right people [who have been to my room]? Lemme hear you say ho!

But...

This is a "fuck-you-world / I'm invisible" moment. I just want to buy booze, smoke emo cigs, sit on the grass and think. Or, just pick a spot and stare. Well, with some luck, I'd also be able to see nice asses kicking balls *grins*. I can't do that inside my room now can I?

Gah. I badly want to drink. Fuck the liquor ban. Tsk.

Hmmm... I'll be drinking as soon as the ban's lifted. Wanna come with?

So... What Now?

2007-05-13T00:28:00.000+08:00

I hate to say this but it kinda feels good to seclude myself from the world for a while (not having credits to text back, no phone calls, etc) and just bum around especially on times like these when I'm expecting to be grilled and forced to answer questions from different people ad nauseam.

Thanks for the concern. Sorry for what I've done. Can't explain why, but trust me. I had the whole week to think it through. And I did. And I did the right thing. I think.

I hope.

CONGRATULATIONS TO THE GRADUATES!

So....

what now?

Para Kay Irah

2007-05-10T01:58:00.000+08:00

Salamat para sa lahat ng mga ginawa mo para sa kaibigan ko.

Sayang lang at hindi tayo binigyan ng pagkakataong magkakilala. Sayang at nabuhay ka lang sa imahinasyon ko, sa mga kwento, tulad nila Ricky, Anjo at Billy.

Baka kung nagkataon ay magiging maikli lang ang panahon ng pagsasamahan natin, at pag nawala ka, baka mamatay lang ako sa lungkot at panghihinayang. Tulad ng nangyayari ngayon sa mga naiwan mo.

Rest well pare. Magkikita din tayo.

Patawad Kung Sakali

2007-05-09T02:34:00.000+08:00

Baka makagawa ako ng isang bagay na ipinayo kong wag gawin ng ilan sa aking mga kaibigan.

Di pa naman huli. Tignan natin. Pero kung sakali...

Patawad.

The Team

2007-05-06T01:05:00.000+08:00

Why can't we all be together again?

I was playing with Miguel. He even told me stories about their HK Disneyland trip. I swear until now I can even feel how heavy he was when I carried him.

Everything felt so real.

I miss the team. I miss the kids.

Closer

2007-04-30T03:49:00.000+08:00

Closer. Yes. That's how I'd prefer to look at you. Seeing the lines your face creates for each emotion you feel. How your lips bend and arch up to your eyes. Those eyes.

I love the way your eyes move when you examine every single inch of my face and how I'd feel a slight jolt whenever your fingers run through it. I'd close my eyes and feel how you use your lips to trace every single part. And as I open my eyes your face creates another set of lines. Dammit. You're a sight for sore eyes.

You look so good it hurts. And without me even telling you about the pain, I know you understand by the way your face wrinkles up and you nod as if saying "It's okay. I'm here.". And then as if it's the only way that you can save me from all the hurt I've been feeling, our mouths osculate. An osculation that would suck the life out of me and at the same time fill me with it.

Something tells me that if I continue on, this'll really look like an erotic article. Hahaha.

Ugh! And that accent! *faints*

Separation of Church and State

2007-04-29T13:20:00.000+08:00

They say that there is a separation between the government and the church. But is this really true?

The topics / lessons in our church during the last couple of weeks are in line with the upcoming elections. Again, they're explaining why the people within the church should not be divided because God ordered so and so and blah blah, and why we shouldn't worry because they select people whom they think would have the best interest of the church (i.e. our church) in mind.

El Shaddai (I think) also follows a "unified voting scheme".

And how sometimes we'd see representatives from the CBCP, or other churches for that matter, taking part in rallies and other movements raising the hands of politicians.

By doing these things, don't these churches somehow interfere with the affairs of the state?

Religion is one of the principal sources of law in the Philippines (others are based on the Constitution, jurisprudence, legislation, etc.). When in court, prior to being interrogated in the witness stand, people are asked to swear by the bible. Heck, you can even see the words "In God We Trust" inside the courts.

I can see the connections and all but are they REALLY separated?

Halatang lumulutang nanaman utak ko habang asa church kanina. Hehehe. Owel.

You Had Me At...

2007-04-25T03:02:00.000+08:00

...Tickets please... All the way up after the bar.

On the way to G2 with the sessionistas, a guy in a pink shirt with his locks held up by a head band caught my eye.

Everything's in slow mo.

Play background music.

"The hills are alive with the sound of music...".

I noticed something at the corner of my eye.

*screeching sounds*

He's on a date. Olats.

Why do they always have to be either taken or gay? Bleh.

Diffused Responsibility

2007-03-24T12:34:00.000+08:00

Posted Thursday, 22 December 2005

I was busy for the past two weeks but I was still able to watch MTV Whatever Things. For the record I don't really like the show. I was just surfing the channels and for some reason, I stopped to take a look at what they had in store this week. Apparently they had a contest wherein the viewers were to suggest things that they want the hosts to do. A certain viewer suggested that two of them would go in a convenience store. One would pretend to be a shoplifter and the other would pretend to be the cashier. So they did it, I didn't think it was funny but something in it caught my attention.

The "customer" was asking for something so the man behind the cash register had to bend over to look for whatever it is that the customer asked for. While he was doing this, the customer was putting the groceries inside her pockets and her jacket. Of course the other customers were able to see what she was doing. The alarming thing is that on all the instances that they did that act, people were just either smiling and shaking their heads or gaping with their eyes popping out. They didn't even bother to inform the "cashier" that he's being robbed. Either they just didn't care or they didn't want to get into trouble. Or maybe it's just a case of diffused responsibility.

In our psychology class, we learned that people have a tendency to ignore reacting to a certain situation hoping that someone would just come up, be a hero and save the day. In this case, since there are other customers in the convenience store, they were expecting the other people to come forward, take action, and have the balls to inform the poor cashier that he's being robbed. Sadly, the same thing is happening to our country.

It's funny how a stupid show can make you realize and see things that other people brush aside.

I admit that I am one of those people who can see the flaws but ignores them hoping that other people would step up and make everything alright. Maybe it's because I didn't want to get caught up in that whole political thingy that old people, or some people my age, are in. Sad to say I am one of those gaping customers inside the convenience store.

This is the reason why I have so much respect for people like Sir Pat, Sir Darwin and even Osh. I admire them for being able to see the flaws, and acting on it at the same time. It's because of people like them that our country, eventhough run by corrupt officials, still manages *barely* to survive. Some people just see and know that something's wrong but just rants and raves about it. But there are people like them who take a stand and act. Hats off to you and people like you.

You Who Never Arrived

2007-03-23T23:56:00.000+08:00

Due to insistent public demand. A post from my "private blog". Just to keep my blog updated while I play Dr. Phil on my friend.

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Posted Monday, 27 February 2006

Ugh. Just in case I don't want to get married, get involved with someone... whatever.

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You Who Never Arrived
Ranier Maria Rilke

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt
landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods--
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house-- , and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening...

On Making Plans

2007-03-21T01:45:00.000+08:00

One of the things I hate when making plans is the disappointment I get when it doesn't come true.

On planning a vacation. Closer vacation plans tend to materialize compared to more distant plans. The more time I spend in planning an outing, the greater the possibility that it won't happen.

On visualizing something. What's weird about me is that once I formed something in my head, 80% of the time it won't come out the way I imagined it. Sometimes, not even close.

On having long term / short term goals. When I realized I wasn't doing anything uh, productive (for lack of a better word), I did try to plan. Like in doing business plans I did try to set a goal, formulated strategies and planned on certain steps in order for me to attain them but now, eck. Let's just say that my plans would have to take a back seat so that I can perform certain responsibilities for my family.

Either my hopes are so high I was doomed to disappointment or I just wasn't doing my darndest best. I should just stop blaming everything and blame it all on me. Or maybe I'm just not that good enough.

Fate has it's own special way of making me realize how useless I've become.

Sorry sabog yung post. Kalat utak ko ngayon eh.

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Wicked Deed of the Day: Nagpintura ng isang puting linya (na hindi ko alam ang tawag) sa Dela Rosa. Kaya pag may nadaanan kayong linya na kulay puti sa tapat ng Verve, ehem. Ako ang nagpintura nun! *High five*

Stars or Angels?

2007-03-15T00:23:00.001+08:00

"Far away but seems so close" or "So close yet so far"?

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When you look at the stars, they seem so close. It's when you try to reach out to touch them that you realize that they're light years away. (Of course assuming that you've never been taught about heavenly bodies).

Angels can be beside us without us even noticing. They seem so far or it seems like they're not there because we can't see or feel them.

So, stars or angels?

Guys. Tsk. Tsk.

2007-03-14T01:38:00.001+08:00

Before I got home from school I had the chance to have another bull session with some of the guys from school. Rhoda, Pach, Aldrin and Cube were there (Ria and Chester were in Timezone the whole time playing Drum Mania and Guitar Freaks) but the rest were first time "sessionistas". They had one bull session last Saturday but I went home early so they just summarized what they talked about. Tonight's topic: Relationships.

I just got pissed when the guys confirmed the stuff that I don't understand about men.

How I hated that guys tend to be visual and how girls tend to be emotional. Go to Glorietta or any mall for that matter and try to "people watch" and observe the couples. You'd mostly see hot chicks with not-so-hot guys than hot guys with not-so-hot chicks.

How they'd tend to be uber close and sweety-sweety with a girl friend then suddenly a new girl comes along, puts old girl on standby, pursues new girl then old girl will just realize that guy just enjoys old girl's company.

Ugh! And all the while I thought I knew how guys think.

Another irritating thought. Do I need to be sexy, be all pretty and shit just for guys to start coming up to me and even try to know me better and realize that hey, I'd want her to be my girlfriend. Ugh, men.

Fags

2007-03-13T02:18:00.000+08:00

They say that cigarettes will kill you eventually. Fine. That's just fine. I only wish they'd do it faster. I draw the smoke into my lungs, extract the nicotine and the tar. It doesn't do anything for me, but I like the smoke. I like the ash. The way it falls. I like breathing out the smoke. I like smoking cigarettes. It's something normal people do. I smoke a cigarette, and pretend I'm normal. And I wish I was dead.

- Neil Gaiman, Sandman

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I started smoking when I was in Grade 2 with my cousins. We used to get cigs at our lola's (well, she's not really a relative) store then sneak out, go to the garage and smoke behind the tires. Like any other kid our age, we were just curious so we tried it.

Of course I didn't get hooked and I was even one of the people who'd always try to talk my friends out of it. The smell was the thing that I hated the most.

In college, I only smoked whenever we go out of town especially on the beach. I liked how the sea gets tranquil at night and sitting by the shore you'd just smoke up and emanate curlicues of smoke that would make the scene look like a psychedelic painting especially at sundown. Just imagine what ganja could do *wink wink*.

This was why some of my college friends were shocked when they saw me smoking in school. It just started to become a habit when I started my internship. We'd go out of the office and smoke after every meal and/or whenever we feel like it. We were able to form concepts, plan for a certain project, relax or just talk nonsense over a couple of sticks.

Hithit.

Shit ano nga ba ulit yung concept nung play?

Hithit.

Ugh. Ah, Prinsesa ng Kalikasan. Tangina, may magpapauto pa ba sa mga play na tulad nito?

Buga.

Kailangan daw ULIT iedit yung AVR!

Hithit.

Talaga yang si Scabbers nakakainit ng ulo. Kawawa naman si Pach at Pat.

Hithi... Aray ang init!

Takte ubos na pala.

*Sindi pa ng isa*.