more to now
so? you wanna check me out. i've been branded. mind you, it gets more and more.. what's the more appropriate term? exciting? juicy? oh cut the crap! i'm quite disturbed. that's more to now.
April 30, 2005 at 08:32 PM in
an ode to myself Permalink Comments (0)all i want
all i wanttoad wet sprocket
NOTHING’S SO LOUDAS HEARING WHEN WE LIETHE TRUTH IS NOT KINDAND YOU’VE SAID NEITHER AM IBUT THE AIR OUTSIDE SO SOFT IS SAYING EVERYTHINGEVERYTHINGALL I WANT IS TO FEEL THIS WAYTO BE THIS CLOSE, TO FEEL THE SAMEALL I WANT IS TO FEEL THIS WAYTHE EVENING SPEAKS, I FEEL IT SAY...NOTHING’S SO COLDAS CLOSING THE HEART WHEN ALL WE NEEDIS TO FREE THE SOULBUT WE WOULDN’T BE THAT BRAVE I KNOWAND THE AIR OUTSIDE SO SOFT, CONFESSING EVERYTHINGEVERYTHINGAND IT WON’T MATTER NOWWHATEVER HAPPENS TO METHOUGH THE AIR SPEAKS OF ALL WE’LL NEVER BEIT WON’T TROUBLE MEAND IT FEELS SO CLOSELET IT TAKE ME INLET IT HOLD ME SOI CAN FEEL IT SAY...
April 30, 2005 at 08:44 PM in
decibel decipher Permalink Comments (1)baby i love your way
baby i love your waybig mountainost reality bites
SHADOWS GROW SO LONG BEFORE MY EYES AND THEY'RE MOVING ACROSS THE PAGE SUDDENLY THE DAY TURNS INTO NIGHT FAR AWAY FROM THE CITY BUT DON'T HESITATE 'CAUSE YOUR LOVE WON'T WAIT HEY OOH BABY I LOVE YOUR WAY EVERY DAY WANNA TELL YOU I LOVE YOUR WAY EVERY DAY WANNA BE WITH YOU NIGHT AND DAY MOON APPEARS TO SHINE AND LIGHT THE SKY WITH THE HELP OF SOME FIREFLIES I WONDER HOW THEY HAVE THE POWER SHINE SHINE SHINE I CAN SEE THEM UNDER THE PINES BUT DON'T HESITATE 'CAUSE YOUR LOVE WON'T WAIT HEY OOH BABY I LOVE YOUR WAY EVERY DAY WANNA TELL YOU I LOVE YOUR WAY EVERY DAY WANNA BE WITH YOU NIGHT AND DAY UH YEAH BUT DON'T HESITATE 'CAUSE YOUR LOVE WON'T WAIT I CAN SEE THE SUNSET IN YOUR EYES BROWN AND GREY AND BLUE BESIDES CLOUDS ARE STALKING ISLANDS IN THE SUN WISH I COULD DRY ONE OUT OF SEASON BUT DON'T HESITATE 'CAUSE YOUR LOVE WON'T WAIT HEY OOH BABY I LOVE YOUR WAY EVERY DAY WANNA TELL YOU I LOVE YOUR WAY UUHH WANNA BE WITH YOU NIGHT AND DAY OOH BABY I LOVE YOUR WAY EVERY DAY WANNA TELL YOU I LOVE YOUR WAY UUHH WANNA BE WITH YOU NIGHT AND DAY
April 30, 2005 at 08:46 PM in
decibel decipher Permalink Comments (0)bill of rights
am i so proud or what? i am about to memorize all the provisions in article 3. but, i have yet to establish my juice for words.. arggh! i'm still in section 7 and i have still 15 excruciating leads to scour. but, i am enjoying every bit of it all because i aced my oral recitation.. hehe.. bakit bah?! yawyaw.
May 13, 2005 at 12:28 AM in
an ode to myself Permalink Comments (0)have a clue?
McDonalds.cinnamon.garlic bread.Katipunan.Abi's Orient St.charcoal pencil.peach and cream.50 First Dates.Dawson's Creek.Legend of the Fall.After All.The Little Match Girl.CSI.Alias.Bob Ong.Conrado de Quiros.Batman.X-men.Justice League.Johnny Depp.Jennifer Garner.Good Will Hunting.Philippine Daily Inquirer.Studio 23.Looney Tunes.Archie Comics.Jughead Jones.mocca.double dutch.durian.spaghetti.People are People.Rescue Me.Eraserheads.Backstreet Boys.Fra Lippo Lippi.Lacoste.papemelroti.Picobello.Chowking.Dimsum Xpress.lactose intolerance.auditory receptive aphasia.memory loss.selective amnesia.neck erectile.vertebrae erectile&immotility.acacia.fire tree.Flairez park.bavarian.Kublai.Koi.Doritos.Pilot.Staedtler.chicken burger.shrimp.prawn.wine.Denny's mom's blueberry cheesecake.kafe mocca.mango juice.pepsi energy drink.chocolate shake.Safari.Hershey's.kitkat.almond.pistachio.Italy.custard.Penshoppe Flirt.pastel.Spain.France.Germany.Brazil.South Africa.comfort room.Con Salciccie.Rizal Street.Outland Adventure.City Triangle.Barqs.iced tea.lemon.peaches.lychees.David.Samal.billiards.badminton.bowling.A Time to Kill.Pusit.beach.taho.Corpuz et Espiritu.capiz shells.gazebo.flicks.food trips.Claveria Barqs.Carlo Rossi.bibliophile.chopsticks.Pops.Chikoi Street.
May 26, 2005 at 03:52 AM in
an ode to myself Permalink Comments (0)reward for the quite indifferent me
today. i got my grades for summer. ha! lucky me. i got good grades. nah! except for consti. arggh! it's not that rewarding, i tell you. but, an idea caught me up. i remembered it was long that i have decided and felt that learning and having fun should weigh more over double or triple digit numbers. but sometimes you feel that your efforts are not equated with how much you expected it to be reciprocated. nevertheless [what's with this word?], i mean.. anyway, got still an average worthy to be smiled at. i even got a book from my history instructor and revelation reminder for a job well done. that's enough for an ego treat (thanks bro!). and lastly, just two nights ago, i stumbled with my hum prof along some street in an almost dilapidated building (exaggerated). he remembered the mountain climber that i was [not totally me though] and i couldn't blame the man for the limited memory cos i got the same prob as he does. well, three guys and one gal. see the picture? i never realized that there are more male teachers in college up until now. so what? after all, i'm the indifferent me typing this thingy.
May 31, 2005 at 10:05 PM in
an ode to myself Permalink Comments (0)pamantasan ng balagtasan
poetry? no one likes it. well, mostly. but, i'm one of the few chosen earthlings bounded to be part of this small clique. chosen? cos it is a matter of choice. for me though. and so, most of the people chose not to be acquainted with it. what a sick world! sick because you will often get a hang for the words you chew. oo. ganun lang. bakit? eh sa feel ko magsulat este magtype dito. kaw na lang maging ako! why not. got to grab a bite muna for lunch. oo. bite. hindi lamon kasi nagpapayat nako. [sinong niloko ko!]
June 01, 2005 at 09:47 PM in
crooked opinions Permalink Comments (0)first hand with DDS
in davao, it's quite common to hear stories about mass killings and shootouts. what's not usual is when you actually get caught up with the machinations of time especially in this so-called land of promise. i admit it. i'm a bit apathetic to issues regarding it cos i know that's it's almost happening, if not everyday, then the least is once a week. here's the gist: i was with a friend, we were riding a PUJ, and just across the san pedro cathedral and a few meters away from a police outpost, we heard gunfires. three to be exact. i thought it was just the screeching of tires. i know. i was fooling myself. i knew right then that something was happening. that it's not my ordinary day. my fears ate me up when i saw people running for their lives. what caught my attention was the sight of a mother hovering towards the end of the street to take cover, her child in her arms. then, i finally wrapped my arms around gemma because i know that we were just striding along with danger. it was so fast. as our jeep came to halt, cos our driver was maybe nosy, or let me put it, just curious, i saw the incident. a familar scene for some. a familiar tidbit to the crowd. but, it doesn't actually seem familiar to me. so, i had a glimpse first of the feet, then the whole picture of a man, lying stomach on the ground, blood gushing on his temple. it was like a faucet, as one man puts it, who was in front of me. for me, it was.. nothing. umm.. i don't know. if he hadn't said it, i wouldn't have a picture of it.
my experience today is beyond words. i don't know. this is just my opinion. this would just be one of the many, if not millions of flooded thoughts that would be thrown into the thrashbin. and now, the only thing that would complete my being a davaoeña is the taste of our native fruit, durian.
i'm still alive. world will still continue to spin. and God will always bless us despite everything.
June 11, 2005 at 01:57 AM in
mis palabras de mi experiencia Permalink Comments (0)la independencia
huh? what's that? haven't thought of it. really. i forgot then i remembered a thing called the celebration of our independence day. back in high school, i know everything about holidays: national heroes' day, drug rehabilitation week, dogs' day, cats' day, fire prevention month, and including the not-so-popular [right] special holidays declared by her excellency. mind you, i didn't memorize all this stuff in one sitting. it took me years to master this art: the art of waking up early dead beaten with the race of the sun, worse with the motorcycle hitman on the loose. (haha..) consider these: you have an empty stomach, you got to be crisp and tidy - shoes polished like the glass panels of marco polo, face presentable for public viewing and scrutiny, and of course, uniform has got to be pressed and screaming with authority. and consider these more: you lurk downtown davao, with no hint of the sun coming and you brave every spooky thought that's hidden in every nook and cranny. ang lagay, napasmuhan ming tanan, nakuyapan nako [kadaghan] pero gwapa gihapon mi. kay ngano? taga city high lang man ko. ana. yawyaw. comment diay ka? ilad?!
June 11, 2005 at 07:11 PM in
crooked opinions Permalink Comments (0)pasabta ko
hala. sabta jud ni. gikan pa nig insituto de espanya. (kanang wala may enye. kay dili man ko kabalo maghimo. kay dili man user friendly ang imac. ugahip.)
VAMOS A IR A CONDO ESTE SABADO. SI TENGO BASTANTE DINERO, VAMOS A PAGAR PARA EL CONDO, PERO SI NO DINERO, VAMOS A ESPERAR PARA AGOSTO. HASTA EL SABADO, VERDAD?
ang ako ra dyung nasabtan kay naa daw kaon sa sabado. unya domingo na man ta ron. matay! napan-os na tingali tong handa sa kumag. kay sosyal na man to. unya kay naa diay blessing kay sosyal na lagi. kay naa na syay condo unit. daghan. isa ka box. mangayo ka? tag tulo diyes ang tapok. ana. ang agosto dira kay iyaang deadline para muuli na syag dabaw. unyag wa pa sya, magkalimtanay na lang tang tanan o di kaha mag-amoeba mix na lang tag sugod karon para daghan pud tag mahibal-an sa isig kanato, isig katawo, isig kaplato. lami ang sisig. ana sila. ambot. tingalig tinuod. why not? try mo. bleh. ;p
June 11, 2005 at 07:22 PM in
articulares calamares Permalink Comments (0)movin to the country
movin to the countryam gonna eat a lot of peachesmovin to the countryam gonna eat a lot of peachespeaches come in a canthey were placed there by the manin a factory downtown
PUPUNTA AKONG JAPAN. PAKELAM NYO.
July 26, 2005 at 09:41 PM in
decibel decipher Permalink Comments (0)meet my brothers
am goin to a place where i am supposed to be prim and finesse. heck. i am gonna meet my brothers. one, whom i haven't met. the other i haven't seen for a long time. my time is up for now. i have to go. run with the wind and a throbbing mind. will someone please get a piece of my migraine?
July 26, 2005 at 09:48 PM in
articulares calamares Permalink Comments (0)coffee and the beanstalk
my name is jacky. right. as in jacqui. yeah. jacqi. i'm about two days old in the land of sleepless and counting. the jack in me got a beanstalk. yes, i'm quite a stalker too. but who are you to tell me things not to do?
i had coffee for breakfast, lunch and dinner. with a to-go and stroll-away variations.
starbucks. the origin coffee. the coffee experience. seattle's best. coffee and the bean. figaro. havana. all in luzon.
blugre. basti's brew. coffee monster. cafe palma. katipunan. exclusive in davao.
i have to tell myself in public that i am this and that. but i thought it would be overkill and that it would be self-incriminating. and that it wouldn't be good especially for a goody two shoes like me. much more, i'll be taking some people with me down. i wouldn't want that to happen. and that's it. i'm keepin myself with a big zip in the mouth.
July 31, 2005 at 08:39 PM in
mis palabras de mi experiencia Permalink Comments (0)to meet or not to meet
so okay we met. who cares? i do. haha!
KOI - noun ~ long haired moronistic anti-social economist verb ~ to skin alive with the use of pigmented eyes
BENJA - verb ~ we're friends [yawyaw koi] adjective ~ anti - smoking advocate gerund ~ he can run and walk streets under pressure
P.S. kanang matulog sa ta ha? kay naa man tay ginatawag nga life is a cycle with sleeping hours to consume. why not? mangape na pud ta! now na.
July 31, 2005 at 08:50 PM in
mis palabras de mi experiencia Permalink Comments (0)hail hale
my bud and i are going to a concert. heck yup! i've got tickets. i died just to get them. but now i'm alive cos it would be useless if i didn't rise from the dead and watch that damn crap. but you know, i'd rather be with my brothers vir trinken cos it would be meaningful. not that my life here is wasted and stagnant [cos really i'm having the time of my life] but i miss those crooks.
so where am i heading? a. koi's at pampanga b. benja's at caloocan c. blueposts in ponciano d. la verna hills 90210
verdict: a & b are good options but i don't have the money to buy myself a ticket. a plane ticket that is. a map and a helicopter. and lots of flowing cash and coffee. of course, a good alibi that's worth the parents' consent even if they don't actually know where you're at a particular time of the night(?). d is very sick. don't ask. i've been there most of my life. so, that's why. c is the least and the most that i can have. it's just a block walk from a friend's apartment. so, i can probably crash in if everything turns out to be lame.
of course. the topic's supposed to be hale right? yeah. hail them. shoot them. we've got something in common. what do you think? okay. you! you've got no head. i've got a lot of migraine. so, what do you want? wanna trade? hah!
August 10, 2005 at 07:36 PM in
mis palabras de mi experiencia Permalink Comments (0)puto, taho anyone?
last week? was such a week for me.
WARNING: Children below the five-foot mark are advised to take the parental guidance because the message you are about to uncover includes graphic images that will certainly corrupt your already corrupt system. As for those who have reached the age requirement and are still skeptical about the material world you're living in, you are still forwarned cos this might lead to severe chronic identity crisis and depression segmentation.
well, what makes up a week? for some, it would mean lounging in a bar or maybe party all night 'till the break of... [dawn. nope. dawn is mine. it's jacky official word. so, you don't wanna mess with this word. cos you'll get a piece of me. and that wouldn't be nice. it wouldn't be a good sight for you to behold. especially now that it wouldn't be good to see me raging in temper, angst ridden cos you've crossed the fine line between insanity and my comfort zone ego. cos i have a reputation, a name, and a dignity to protect.] until you get broke and you wouldn't have anymore the bucks to buy decency to stride in a taxi when you see stars shooting up in the clear arena of apollo bursting.
so what was my week like? to cut the story short and to secure my future travails within the unwalled city, i didn't sleep for three days straight. coffee was my ultimate partner. i had never been much acquainted with the real score of the little things that compose the human drama and i had all myself to thank for that wonderful experience. of course, it wouldn't be complete without the buena mano to the constant magpuputo who traverses the streets with humility and pride. it wouldn't be grand if not for the usual magtataho who comes up with a smile in his eyes. i know all these stuff cos.. i am the magpuputo and magtataho.. no. i was with them. in the few seconds that my little conversations has taken me, i got to know them.
and i had all the sun that i needed. the air. the space. the wind. the ride. myself.
August 10, 2005 at 08:38 PM in
mis palabras de mi experiencia Permalink Comments (0)quantum erratum
in my post dated july 31 of this year entitled coffee and the beanstalk, i mistakenly typed coffee and the bean which supposedly should have been coffee bean and tea leaf. somewhat like that. i was overwhelmed with all the shops you can hangout. i had to do this because i'm afraid i might get sued by the worshippers and addicts of the involved cafe. peace in.
August 16, 2005 at 09:31 PM in
to err and to ebb is human Permalink Comments (0)the mystery of lil mr. chips
bakit mas masarap ang mr. chips na nakalagay sa maliit na pakete? bakit walang gana kung malaki? bakit matagal nauubos? pero pag maliit, ang bilis parang kidlat? ewan. natanong nyo na ba yan sa mga sarili nyo? kung hindi pa, gawin nyo na. malapit nang magunaw ang mundo. at least man lang, etong simpleng misteryo ng buhay natin ay mabigyang kasagutan. para naman may maibahagi tayo sa bayan. oo. para sa bayan ka jackie! mabuhay ka.. ipadayon ang pakigbisog! pakiglambigit.. lambitin.. hayan.. nabitin ako. kaya.. bibitinin ko rin kayo! waah..
August 19, 2005 at 03:17 AM in
crooked opinions Permalink Comments (2)what's with the bling?
bling. bling. napakalakas na ugong, kampanang tumutunog! [kampanerang kuba theme played here]wala lng! am adding color here. sino ang mas magaling? si darna o si imang? ang sugo o ang panday?hmpf! wala akong pakelam. bakit? hindi ako kapamilya, kapuso, kalapati, kabute, kalabaw...kabarkada mo ako!
August 26, 2005 at 11:37 PM in
crooked opinions Permalink Comments (0)ang akong kalipay kay sama ra sa langit nga walay kahumanan
Sa pagsuwat nako ining papela, dili nako mabalewala ang hangin nga nagaagi kanako. Dili pud mawala akong atensyon sa paglantaw sa panganod, murag panapton nga gikumot ug gipilo. Apan ako, nagpabilin gihapon sa akong ginalingkuran samtang ang akong utok galupad kauban sa mga langgam.Kaniadto, ang pagtan-aw nako sa mga butang lahi ra kaayo. Mao siguro pud nga sa pagdako nako ining kalibutana, daghang nahitabo sa ako nga dili dalian nga masulti. Mutuo ko nga naay tawo labaw pa kanako, apan mutuo sad ko nga ako labaw uban sa lain pang mga tawo. Usahay lisud sabton, apan mas lisud nga dili man lang sulayan ang pagsabot.Ako ang tawo nga kung daghan pang butang nga angay pang buhaton, himuon nako. Bisan daghan pag apan nga muabot, atubangon nako. Bisan nga mapakyas pa ang tanan, tarungon nako. Malipay nako sa paghinumdum nga ako nay gibuhat nga matarong. Ako ang tawo nga maskin unsa pa kagamay ang gihatag, dawaton nako. Nga maskin unsa pa kadako ang sala, dawaton nako. Apan usa ra akong gipangayo, na unta sa pagdawat nako, ang kaayuhan ang magpaibabaw ug ang kadautan dili muusbaw.Wala koy ginagunitan. Kung naa man, maayo pa nga ihatag. Wala koy ginatindugan. Kung naa man, dili husto para ako mapasidunggan.Ako, isa ra ka tawo, wala nailhan pero inila sa mga tawong nidulot sa akong kinabuhi. ug sa ing-ani, ang akong kalipay kay sama ra sa langit nga walay kahumanan.
NOTE: this is a product of a dropped philo subject.
August 26, 2005 at 11:56 PM in
tula-dula-bula Permalink Comments (0)i could not ask for more
i could not ask for moreedwin mccainost tobey maguire
LYING HERE WITH YOULISTENING TO THE RAINSMILING JUST TO SEE, THE SMILE UPON YOUR FACEAND THESE ARE THE MOMENTS I THANK GOD THAT I'M ALIVEAND THESE ARE THE MOMENTSI'LL REMEMBER ALL MY LIFEI FOUND ALL I'VE WAITED FORAND I COULD NOT ASK FOR MORE
LOOKING IN YOUR EYESSEEING ALL I NEEDEVERYTHING YOU ARE, IS EVERYTHING TO ME
AND THESE ARE THE MOMENTSI KNOW HEAVEN MUST EXISTAND THESE ARE THE MOMENTS, I KNOW ALL I NEED IS THISI HAVE ALL I'VE WAITED FOR (YEAH)AND I COULD NOT ASK FOR MORE…
I COULD NOT ASK FOR MORE THAN THIS TIME TOGETHERI COULD NOT ASK FOR MORE THAN THIS TIME WITH YOUAND EVERY PRAYER HAS BEEN ANSWEREDAND EVERY DREAM I’VE HADS COME TRUEYEAH, RIGHT HERE IN THIS MOMENT, IS RIGHT WHERE I'M MEANT TO BEOH, HERE WITH YOU HERE WITH ME…OOH, YEAH, OH YEAH, OH YEAH
AND THESE ARE THE MOMENTS I THANK GOD THAT I'M ALIVEAND THESE ARE THE MOMENTS I'LL REMEMBER ALL MY LIFEI'VE GOT ALL I'VE WAITED FOR YEAHAND I COULD NOT ASK FOR MORE
I COULD NOT ASK FOR MORE THAN THIS TIME TOGETHERI COULD NOT ASK FOR MORE THAN THIS TIME WITH YOUAND EVERY PRAYER HAS BEEN ANSWEREDAND EVERY DREAM I’VE HADS COME TRUEYEAH, AND RIGHT HERE IN THIS MOMENT IS RIGHT WHERE I'M MEANT TO BEHERE WITH YOU HERE WITH ME…
I COULD NOT ASK FOR MORE THAN THE LOVE YOU GIVE ME'CUZ IT'S ALL I'VE WAITED FORAND I COULD NOT ASK FOR MORE (MORE)OOH AND I COULD NOT ASK FOR MORE
August 27, 2005 at 12:43 AM in
decibel decipher Permalink Comments (1)i won the golden ticket to willy wonka's cigarette factory
last night, my brother and i bonded together. [i really have to write this one cos tisn't usual for us to be talking without having to pull out a dagger of words against each other] so anyhow, when i arrived home from a four-day vacation in lima, i was starving mad. i din't find any food. [why? cos i think i'm not good using my eyes. i tire instantaneously. yeah. instantaneous velocity is magnitude of the accelaration due to gravity divided by my 75 grade mark from statistics. that's how you'll get it. promise. try it!]
my button eyes found... just a suitcase on the floor with a bag of chips inside it. then using my inquisitive imagination, i thought to myself -- my brother's here. (as if i needed imagination huh?) he wouldn't like it if i'd steal (i mean have a taste of that hunger quencher) i can already picture him growling with his nose blowing fire. that would be a cool sight. nah! that's the last thing i needed at that moment. i needed time to rest. so there, i laid myself to a nap. but before i could, i heard him walked up to take a pee. so, with all smiles beaming up, I SAID: "yo brother! how's it been? glad you're here. there's something new with you, i know it. did you have your hair cut today? it doesn't look like you just got out from bed huh? so, i see you have unpacked your things. can i have your *!@^?" (sorry. no dropping of brands here. they din't pay me to write about their product, unless it's a must have for my poor self). HIS ANSWER: no answer. at all. so, i took that as a no. but i still got up and opened the whole thing with my fingers, teeth, feet and hair. NO COERCION. i won the battle. with my charms and stupendous personality.
that was just the beginning. later that night, he invited me to watch the old, original, not-so-long-ago charlie and the chocolate factory in our local setting. whoa! i always loved classical movies.. i mean the singing and stuff. plus! mis ojos wouln't get strained because the colors are not so sharp. willy wonka. (why can't i help but think of ponkan?) i like chocolates. but i wouldn't die for it. i'd rather die for... no, i wouldn't die for anything. am still young! for ponkan maybe? lol.
how i wish i can go to charlie. even if my lungs would dry out from asphyxiation? (whatever) tuberculosis? pneumonia? meningococcemia maybe! so where is willy wonka? i hope he has this promo that i can avail. say, buy and get all the doritos that i can and try finding the golden nugget. so i can be in pluto! all expense paid trip! but that is too ambitious. i can hardly pay for my own credit. debit? krebek.. krebek..
August 27, 2005 at 11:28 PM in
an ode to myself Permalink Comments (3)first cup never dies
I have never been a coffee lover nor addicted to it. Actually, I despise it. Whenever my mother asks me to make her a cup of coffee, I freak out. Not that I’m "acting" to be excused from a task, I just don’t like tasting it before handing it to her. The sight of me even holding her cup is like a sign of defeat and surrender. I have to take a sip to know if it is just right to her impeccable taste. (But nah! I can only doubt.) I have never succeeded because more often than not, she will just sarcastically say, "Are you gonna kill me with too much coffee dear? Don’t you know diabetes run in the family?" Sometimes, she simply comments on my poor soul by adding "Next time, tell me if you can’t do a petty thing. Your coffee is as bland as Jenny’s cooking (referring to her employer’s new cook’s "expertise"). Oh well, if I have just the right to say what is on my mind without totally putting my allowance in grave danger, then probably I would.
Hey! I’m not washing dirty linens in public because, for the record, my mom is really good. I just can’t help but SOMETIMES get frustrated over her nags about everything. After all, who doesn’t have a mother who won’t put her nose under the things we do? Perhaps she needs a break from all of her stresses and obligations. So, there go the cups, liters, barrels and drums of coffee that she gradually takes in her system.
The undying role of coffee is to calm, relax and alert you at all times. Enjoying the sensations coupled with every sip of that darn thing is like smoking pot. You see, it is even cheaper than the cheap man’s cocaine and to realize its legality is a blessing in disguise. (Talk about the heaven’s rejoicing with us!) Anyway, this is how my coffee story begins.
When I was growing up, I said to myself I would never let coffee enter my body for it will destroy my brain cells (just like cigarettes and beer). Just recently, I was really taken aback when a friend invited me to hangout with him in a cafe. Even knowing that he was a coffee addict and I wasn’t really made a big problem. But since he insisted, I gladly joined him. We went to Blugre at Land Co Building in Bajada. I liked the place, the ambiance and the couch. He told me a secret, if you want to call it that way (we weren’t actually paying for the coffee, but instead for the expensive soft cushion and the name of the establishment). He was right! When the expensive liquid touched my taste buds, I couldn’t help but paint a slight smirk in my face. But it quickly faded away when we had big slices of my favorite cinnamon.
What made me agree with that faintest idea was still a shock to me. But, there was only one realization that struck me: "Cherish every little experience you have especially your first times." Actually, when we had called it a night, I was thinking hard. Maybe it was time for me to loosen up a bit. I should just open to all the changes. I am not getting any younger. Before it’s too late for me to try anything, I should have done it myself.
That first cup was my ultimate passport to independence. It was so little yet so striking. It was a turning point for me to think, speak, and act the way I like. I know my limitations and its consequences. Right now, I know I’m still learning. But, I don’t want to be left out with an experience and regret it for the rest of my life.
My friend called me the next day and asked me if I want to do it again. I said "Why not?" For me, what matters most is the feeling of every experience with that special person marked in the heart. Also, I simply can’t turn back time. Life is long. It has many obstacles and experiences. With those, I should take the chances and risks. Months from now, I’ll be legal. I can do what I want (but not quite).Still, I have to remain tamed. My first cup remains a legacy.
Note: i wrote this when i was a freshie. an idealistic, young freshie that is.
August 27, 2005 at 11:46 PM in
mis palabras de mi experiencia Permalink Comments (2)tragedy or absurdity
Romeo and Juliet as showcased by both the movie and the play is artistically done and justified by the characters that portrayed it. Personally, I admire the creativity of the story. It is quite appealing to my critically distorted mind. But as the play unfolded to hold its judgment and conclusion, I may say that I readily lose the enthusiasm in the process. I do not really know if the reason for my disappointment and not “liking" the play was the tragedy that had befallen to the protagonists or the foolishness and absurdity of their actions.
Maybe, I should consider myself to be one of the hopeless romantics that ever walked on land. The idea of not being able to open my mind that it isn’t pretty everyday or that it isn’t always love that makes the world go round is a ground that you consider and recognize yourself as a dearly hopeless romantic individual. It maybe true for some of the people, just maybe, but I don’t really believe it myself. I do not see it that way. I am not the aforementioned statements.
The fact that I sustained myself from watching it is a truth that I can tolerate genres like this. (Hey, I’m being way too selfish!) Tolerate isn’t the word, but rather accept is befitting. I always claim to be open to changes, so I think that it would be the best time for me to not yet close doors or hold barriers, but rather expand my horizons in learning form the absurd and tragic events to hit human life. After all, who said that it is not possible for us to experience events like falling in love then crashing down into the pit and repeating these actions? Who told that it is not right to be foolish, absurd and silly at times when everybody else is being fooled?
The bottom line is this: I may not be cool with the idea that life and love isn’t always butterflies and cotton candies, but, I know I am still learning. I will eventually seize the core of it all: Live, love and be merry! That’s what matters most.
Tip: Don't mind this too much. It's not about love. It's about having to pass a requirement.
August 29, 2005 at 06:42 PM in
crooked opinions Permalink Comments (1)ignatian indignation
THE FOLLOWING SCENES ARE TAKEN FROM THE VAULT OF HISTORY HIDDEN FROM EXISTENTIALISM. whatever. don't sue me or anything. am just a poor kid, as the description of this blog suggests, who doesn't own a publishing house so i guess you have to sympathize with me. OR ELSE! AM. GONNA. KILL. YOU? NO. THE PC OFF. so wadya say huh? friends? bleh : p
If I could just pay a blind eye or pretend to be deaf or even play dumb as if nothing happened, then probably that would have been the case, my case, that is. I wasn’t there when the momentous event took place. I went home early dreading for an anticipated failed accounting quiz that day. I had remorse on my pocket since I hadn’t witness that spontaneous monumental plight of Ateneo, considering it was only the second time that had befallen to the city’s most prestigious university. When I heard of the news the next day, I wasn’t really troubled. In fact, I didn’t care at all. What would it have to do with me? Less, what would I have to do with it? I was just a student.
When the word broke out during the succeeding days and weeks, any of the campus corner can be heard filled with frets, whines, grumbles, murmurs and any possible sound a human mouth can make. Everybody was fussing all about it, even the apathetic affluent bulk, who never care to how much a greenback to a peso they spend, displayed a sense of concern, but only to a degree of course, because that would just have killed their purpose of possessing the I-don’t-care attitude. Add to it the mock, blank and confused faces of students and the grudges, sympathy and sincere emotions battling over the faculty and non-teaching personnel. The enduring silence of the floating atmosphere was later transformed into a dying arena of soundless minds ready to fire out its hidden power. I could just smile. I even jumped for joy. I thought that would only mean one thing - no classes. So, there’s no point of going to school after all that would basically suggest no homework to do, no quizzes to worry and no morning struggles of waking up early in going to school. Yet, reality’s rule and mastery hit me. Realization struck me in the most excruciating ego busting scene of my life. I was really ashamed. I thought strike meant rejoicing, celebration and jubilation. Well, for students maybe. But, it didn’t follow as always for everyone, not for me, especially this time.
Thinking of it, what could have struck the Union’s anger and fury towards the administration? With a limited knowledge and understanding about this issue, I readily opened myself to the different views of both sides. It is not right for me to cast my vote or give insight when in fact I do not know my stand. It is but the highest time that I would be a critical thinker I deemed myself to be. I must weigh all the pros and cons of the matter in order for me to bequeath a sound valued judgment based not on any inclination but on the grounds of my own personal standards in conformity with what is just and right.
Economically speaking, Fr. Edmundo Martinez is not doing anything bad when you look into it in the point of view of the university as an educational institution but in the mechanism of a business oriented entity. He is only in agreement with the principle of generating more profits by cutting and reducing cost. Unfortunately, that means the termination of some employees. Given the reason that this is done when an employee’s work is considered to be redundancy work. For instance, the administration will definitely choose and prefer to employ a worker who can do multiple tasks rather than hire two or more employees for only one specialization. This way, it will cut costs that will follow bigger profits and funds for the university. In the same manner, that if they fire out an extra librarian or clerk because of the very reason that the administration want to slash the increment expenditures, then I do not find any trouble with that.
When we speak of morality, this is very complex because every individual has his/her own principles and values of which is morally right or wrong. It won’t sound good when you hear an employee’s job come to an end with over thirty years of service in the institution. It will really be harsh. Just think of the family and their futures at stake. They are greatly depending on their jobs as a survival kit to face life’s adverse effects. I pity them. But what can I do?
As we dig deep into it, we do not merely surface the ground for any substantial causes for the administration to do this course of action. We check for any leakages and lapses that will eventually put up a bigger drainage system malfunction. I believe that with economics alone, an institution is never an institution, neither an organization nor a body, but would just be only an establishment. With an institution like ours, we value the people within it, whether from different classes, statuses and positions in the Ateneo community. The interrelated parts make up the whole. That people includes the administration, the employees, be it be that they are Union members or not, and of course, the students.
Being a student, I thought I never had the say with what’s going around the campus. I thought I was just a student. But, hey, I wasn’t just a student; I comprise the whole of the Ateneo community. I, together with the rest of the student population who really just thought that they are only students and do not know the purpose they have to serve, compose the major volume of the people within this institution. Still, I say, I am a student but I have realized and recognized my rights and standards that will equip me to better give sound judgments and weigh things according to its rightful reasons.
August 29, 2005 at 06:53 PM in
crooked opinions Permalink Comments (0)take a backseat spidey!
i hate doing this. i can just edit my writeup [i mean typeup? or maybe typedown?] and all thing will be alright. but, i still insist. anyway, instead of tobey maguire in my not-so-recent post about i couldn't shouldn't wouldn't ask for more, haha... good thing i got hooked up with cuba gooding jr. in his movie men of horror and terror. nah. 'twas the fighting temptations with my alter ego beyonce javier. in the jacket of the vcd, i found out that there wrote the real OST of my dumb lyrics. shud be jerry maguire. ya know? jerry? from tom and jerry. ya know yer history ah! ser gute! a su. isa kang asong ulol. lol.
August 29, 2005 at 07:15 PM in
to err and to ebb is human Permalink Comments (0)below this.. is a long story
below is a compilation of testicles. testes. yeah. what's it with ya? haven't you gotten your piece of praises and glories wrapped in a heap of downgrade mockery? hah! bring me the money. er, monkey maybe? it's gone loose. why? i told ya to keep an eye on big coikie monster! ye brat.
September 01, 2005 at 01:04 PM in
koinfiguration Permalink Comments (0)i don't have testicles. i have a pair of ovaries.
Coy, 06/16/2004: this testis is called, "THE ATTACK OF THE BEEFY MARKET HOODLUMS"
Coy, 06/16/2004:
trading day at wall street closed badly as it plunged to its century low with the main share benchmark index slipping 989.72 points, the most disgusting market performance in all history.
Coy, 06/16/2004:
ibig sabihin! bagsak na ang economy ng mundo! namumulubi na si bill gates at nagtatyaga na lang kumain ng amaging tutong ang prinsipe ng brunei sa mga sandaling ito. kung bakit nangyari ang ganitong malagim na sakuna sa pangkalahatang pandaigdigang mercado, ay hindi na rin bago sa kagaguhang ginawa ni nick leeson sa disgrasyang inabot ng strait times ng singapore.
Coy, 06/16/2004:
kani-kanina lang, wala pang 5 minutes, ay naibulong na rin sa'kin ng mga ka- friendster ko sa FBI na natukoy na nila ang katauhan ng mga pinaghihinalaang kriminal. ang phenomenal four. apat na mga pipitsuging stock broke-errs ng mga markets sa asia-pacific region na dating mga nagtitinda lang ng mga pekeng VCD sa public market ng kani- kanilang mga bansa. ang lagay, kung nabago ng pagputok ng mt. pinatubo sa philippines ang klima ng daigdig, gayun din ang kabalahuraang dulot ng mga hunghang na ito sa world market.
Coy, 06/16/2004:
sa mga oras na ito ay hina-hunting na ng interpol ang apat. at dahil magaling ako, ay naunahan ko na naman ang reuters na makahanap ng mga kinakailangang impormasyon tungkol sa mga katauhan ng apat na kriminal. eto, iisa-isahin ko. top secret information ito kanya malas mo at ikaw ang isa sa mga unang nakaalam. pag nagkataong malaman ng mga autoridad na me alam ka, iisipin nilang kakunsabo ka nila at kakasuhan ka nilang obstruction of justice at ikukulong ka nila sa azkaban. kaya matakot ka na. so eto na nga ang mga profiles ng phenominal four >>
Coy, 06/16/2004:
SUSPECT #1: Ms. Jacqueline Ja Pan OCCUPATION: Tokyo Nikkei Stock Exchange Broke-Err NATIONALITY: French-Peruvian, naturalized Japan! HUMBLE BAGINNINGS: tagakiskis ug kawayan sa Tokyo Public Market para himuong chopsticks, ug ibaligya, sa? Japan! FAMILY BACKGROUND: anak sa Executive Secretary na kabit ni Alberto Fujimori bago pinababa sa presidency at nag- asylum sa? Japan! MARKET INVOLVEMENT: engaged in unstrategic blue chips buying. jittery on speculation of bankruptcy due to unclear government policies on trade, sa? Japan! BIGGEST MISTAKE: entered into a bearish partnership, and eventually into a losing merger with Ms. Kai Lee of the Hang Seng Stock Exchange. pulled down the Nikkei Index due to underground trading affecting all other stock markets in the Asia-Pacific Region. Kamusta? Japan
Coy, 06/16/2004:
SUSPECT #2: Ms. Kai Lee OCCUPATION: Hongkong Hang Seng Stock Exchange Broke-Err NATIONALITY: Chinese-American HUMBLE BEGINNINGS: nagabaligya ug ukay- ukay sa Hongkong Tiangge. MARKET INVOLVEMENT: making underground deals on unregistered stocks and bonds. indiscriminate hoarding, for fear of premature forecasts of bad market performance and growing concerns about the Hongkong Post-British economy and disappointing company revenues. MOST STRATEGIC MOVE: able to convince Ms. Jacqueline Ja Pan to enter into a partnership, with ulterior motives to make Ms. Jacqueline Ja Pan pay for all her hotel bills, property taxes, and community chest taxes. bingka-bingka! malipay ug tagaan ug 1 dollar. may na lang. maluoy, limuuuus.
Coy, 06/16/2004:
SUSPECT #3: Mr. Mark O' Polo OCCUPATION: Taipei Weighted Stock Exchange Broke-Err
NATIONALITY: Dutch-American, naturalized F4 fanatic. HUMBLE BEGINNINGS: nagabaligya ug tanang matang sa mga F4 souvenir items sa sidewalk sa Taipei MARKET INVOLVEMENT: holds the biggest share of stocks ng Mark-O Polo International chain of hotels. tagasamsam ng mga dollar reserves, T- bills, at mga certificate of titles ni Ms. Jacqueline Ja Pan. SECRET TO SUCCESS: Engaging into a bullish partnership of tycoons with Mr. Nicolas Park Nam Coy, venturing into property and luxury hotels business monopoly. FAVORITE SONG: Maerk A Wuesh
Coy, 06/16/2004:
SUSPECT #4: Mr. Nicolas Park Nam Coy OCCUPATION: Seoul Kospi Stock Exchange Broke-Err NATIONALITY: Korean-Brazilian, naturalized Askal. No relation to Sandara and the author of Message in a Notebook. HUMBLE BEGINNINGS: tagalako ug kimchi sa Seoul MARKET INVOLVEMENT: Walaaaaa laaaaaang. clueless trader pero panalo pa riiiiiiiinnn... [Jackie yawyaw. waaaah!]
Coy, 06/16/2004:
WARNING TO THE INTERNATIONAL COMMUNITY: ang apat na identified suspects na ito na sinisisi sa pagbagsak ng world market ay lubhang mapanganib sa inyong kalusugan at dapat iwasan para sa kapakanan ng inyong sariling katinuan. mangyari, kung namumukhaan nyo ang mga ito, o nakitang malayang gumagala sa mall o tumatambay sa pinakamalapit na coffee shop ay gawin po lamang ang mga karampatang pag-iingat. magsuot ng mga protective gears at gas mask bago magpa- autograph.
Coy, 06/16/2004:
this testis is called, "FATTY PIGLET FLOATS IN FLOOD WATER SO I'M NOT GONNA SINK COS I GRILLED PIGLET AND THREW THE SHRIMP ON THE THE BARBIE AND I WANNA GO HOME COS I SWALLOWED A BARREL AND CHRISTOPEHR COLUMBUS SAILED TO EL SALVADOR ON CHRISTMAS EVE SO I DON'T MIND THE YELLOW SUBMARINE COS MY NAME IS CHRISTOPHER ROBIN"
Coy, 06/16/2004:
bakit may mga kumag na sa kalagitnaan ng kasiyahan ng barbeque party ay nagpupumilit pa ring umuwi? di ba sila nag-eenjoy? AKO? WALA LANG, TRIP KO LANG UMUWI. pa'no yung isang kumag? MAAGA DAW KASI PASOK N'YA SA FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL N'YA KINABUKASAN. EWAN KO LANG. BASTA AKO, TRIP KO LANG UMUWI. pa'no yan, eh ga-bewang ang taas ng tubig baha na nakaharang sa labas? AH! EH, WALA AKOM PAKELAM! HARANGAN MAN AKO NG TSUNAMI AT WATERPOUT, UUWI AKO DAHIL TRIP KO NANG UMUWI. pa'no yung isang kumag? EWAN KO, PERO ME SUSPETSA AKONG WALA NA RIN S'YANG PAKELAM, LUMUTANG MAN S'YA SA TUBIG BAHANG NAKANGANGA AT MAG-DOCK MAN SA LOOB NG BUNGANGA N'YA ANG MGA NAGLILITAWANG MGA YELLOW SUBMARINE. bakit naman? KASI MASAMA LOOB N'YA. bakit naman? KASI SIRA NA GABI N'YA. bakit naman?
Coy, 06/16/2004:
KASI NATALO S'YA SA LARONG MONOPOLY AT DI N'YA MATANGGAP NA NA-BANKRUPT S'YA. talaga?!!! OO TALAGA, YUN 'YON. kawawa naman. KAWAWA TALAGA! TALUNIN KA BA NAMAN NG MGA KUTONG LUPA. NATURINGAN KA PA NAMANG DEAN'S LISTER SA BUSINESS COURSE NA TINI-TAKE UP MO SA MOST REPUTABLE UNIVERSITY NG CITY, KUNG DI KA BA NAMAN MAHIYA SA BALAT MO SA LAGAY NA YAN. oo nga naman. OO TALAGA! PERO ME ISA PA 'KONG SUSPETSA EH. DI LANG TALAGA AKO SURE PERO SURE NA TALAGA AKONG ISA 'TO SA MGA DAHILAN.ano naman yang isa pang dahilan na yan? KASI NGA NAKA-ISANG PLATO NA S'YA NG RICE. ano ba naman yung isang platong rice? natural lang naman na napaparami ang kain kasi nga party naman yun di ba?
Coy, 06/16/2004:
OO PERO NGA KASI NAGDAGDAG PA S'YA NG DALAWA PANG PLATO EH. BALE, KASI, NAKA- TATLONG BALIKAN S'YA. KUNG SUSUMAHIN, BALE, SA TATLONG BALIKAN NA YUN, NAKA- TATLONG PLATO NG RICE S'YA, ISANG BOWL NG FRESH GREEN SALAD, ISANG PLATITONG LECHE FLAN, AT ISA'T KALAHATING DOSENANG STICK NG PORK BARBECUE. BALE, LABIN-WALONG STICKS YUN. OO. aaah. ayun namam pala. aba eh, di na masama! sulit! tiba-tiba! OO NGA EH. bakit ikaw, ga'nong karami ba nakain mo?
Coy, 06/16/2004:
NAKUP! WAG MO NA ITANONG. NAKAKAHIYA. NAKAKALAHATING PLATO LANG AKO NG GREEN SALAD AT ANIM NA STICK NG BARBEQUE. ang hina mo naman! OO NGA EH. o, so bakit nga kayo nagpupumilit umuwi? dinig ko maganda naman daw yung movie na pinanuod nila. sana naki-socialize muna kayo at nakinuod para makapagpahinga man lang sandali. EH SA TRIP KO NA NGA KASING UMUWI! pa'no nga yung isang kumag? ano ba yang suspetsang sinasabi mo? YUN NA NGA. ano? nahihiya ba s'ya sa kasibaan n'ya at baka isuka n'ya lahat ng kinain n'ya? nahihiya ba s'yang baka mangyaring ganun? HMMMNN??? HINDI. TINGIN KO HINDI RIN.
Coy, 06/16/2004:
e bakit nga s'ya nagpupumilit ring umuwi? EWANG KO. PERO MALAKAS TALAGA SUSPETSA KOEH. na ano nga? ETO ATIN- ATIN LANG HA? ano? KASI TINGIN KO NAEEBAK NA TALAGA S'YA KASI. talaga?! kung sabagay nakakahiya talaga yung ganun. kababaeng tao umeebak sa bahay ng me bahay. pangit yun! di maganda. ALAM MO, HINDI NGA HALATA EH. OO TALAGAAA... ANG GALING N'YA NGA EH. EH DI ANG TAAS NG TUBIG NUNG LUMUSOB KAMI SA BAHA DI BA? ME KADILIMAN AT MAAMBON-AMBON PA NUNG TIME NA YUN. SYEMPRE INGAT NA INGAT AKO SA INAAPAKAN KO AT BAKA MA-SHOOT AKO SA MANHOLE AT MAGLAHO NA LANG AKOM BIGLA. o tapos? MANTAKIN MO, NAGAWA N'YA PANG MAG- SOMMERSAULT SABAY SPLIT SA KALAGITNAAN NG BINABAHANG DAAN?! 'alang 'ya! at naeebs pa s'ya sa lagay na yun ha? SINABI MO! PERO EWAN KO LANG TALAGA HA? WALA AKONG SINASABING MASAMA, BASTA AKO TRIP KO LANG TALAGANG UMUWI NA NUNG TIME NA YUN KASI............. [jackie yawyaw.waaah.]
Coy, 05/27/2004:
BREAKING NEWS!: fresh from the oven. so, i was like, sitting on my throne at about 1:15 in the afternoon of May 26, 2004. i was mourning. i had every reason to be mourning. why? consider this! every once in a while you forget about your carbo intake when you come across a perfect blend of a best tasting pasta treat that you just can't resist cos it looked and tasted temptation and you just can't have enough of it cos it was made even more special by a proud mom, for the commoners of johannesburg (uy! blue's clue!) to celebrate the day the empire formally introduced the Princes in Dawning to society.
Coy, 05/27/2004:
so tell me why i shouldn't be mourning over this whole grand idea. i just could not accept the fact that for all its worth, i finally reached the throne and had to contemplate about letting go. that for all it has become, it's turned into a mass of errr... i couldn't quite describe its shape, much less, the smell, much less, the color, cos humanity knows am colorblind. i could only imagine it, flipping its
fins, and eventually ending up into a pool of high-technology septic submarine models. ugh! goodbye nemo! it's a sad thing. beauty is indeed, fleeting, and parting is such an oxymoron.
Coy, 05/27/2004:
so here's what happened: [ang lagay, intro pa lang na naman yun?!] my gadget sounded. i have to mention that it was set to level 5 and the shock it brought me almost cut nemo into pieces. i received a text message from jackie, and i quote, "i THNK i knw d titles u wer referng 2. i just knw wen i was thnkng over 8 sa CR..." Sent: 26- May-2004 13:16:10
Coy, 05/27/2004:
FAST FACTS!:
Coy, 05/27/2004:
1. she just celebrated her 2nd debut. meaning, she's now 118 years old, and counting.
Coy, 05/27/2004:
2. she is the Princess in Dawning [UNDERSTATEMENT]
Coy, 05/27/2004:
3. she's just successfuly written a book about some low life forms, called, "MORON'S DOMAIN: REVISITED!", where she sounded so much like j.d.salinger.
Coy, 05/27/2004:
4. the book sounded a self- incriminating, "...outraged, cynical, pathetic, disturbed, lost, confused, hollow, empty, and void girl...", but had the nerve to follow it all up with, "a beauty that could launch a thouhsand ships!" (talking about her helenic self). i would have to agree about the latter anyway.
Coy, 05/27/2004:
5. her mind is at work and she instantly becomes a genius when she's inside the CR, as the SMS suggests. so don't be surprised if in athens, when you visit the ladies room and all of a sudden you hear somebody screaming, eureka!, eureka! relax. it's ok. it's just jackie. she's doing ok. no reason to be alarmed. just having the time of her life in one of the cubicles.
Coy, 05/27/2004:
so here's what hit me during that mourning over nemo moment when i received her text... considering what i asked you to consider, and considering the FAST FACTS i gave you, COULD IT BE, AND I MEAN, COULD IT BE POSSIBLE, AND IS IT APPROPRIATE, TO SAY, THAT JACKIE, HAS GOT THE BEAUTY THAT COULD LAUNCH A THOUSAND SOMETHING THAT SOUNDS LIKE, "SHEETS", JUST TAKE OFF THE DOUBLE "E" AND REPLACE IT WITH AN "I" AND READ IT FAST??? [ mind you, i'm not cussing. i am just a poor prose trippin' medical prodigy... man!!! i hate it when i have to defend myself! ]
Coy, 04/21/2004:
THE SCRAMBLED EGG CONSPIRACY bakit may mga taong hindi marunong magprito ng sunny side up? dahil ba ang mga ito ay hindi napagkikinitaan ng sunny disposition sa buhay? tao ba sila?
Coy, 04/21/2004:
num minsang nagmagaling si Bratty Aphrodite at si demi-god Herc' the Jerk at nagvolunteer magprepare ng breakfast sa Sparta, pinagbabasag ng mga kumag ang pula ng apollonic sunny side up nilang handa. buti na lang at natauhan, at pagkatapos warakin ang pang anim, ay naisipang sumangguni na lamang sa Hera's Hotline. may day Mother Hera! apollonic sun, blasting, over! at dahil to the rescue ka'gad si Mother Hera, naagapan am pampito.
Coy, 04/21/2004:
shining through na sana ang apollonic sunny side up. subalit! dala nam matinding SELOS, INGGIT, at pagka- INSECURE sa mga bagay na kelangan i- encourage i-develop ni Mother Hera dahil s'ya lang ang nakakagawa at t'yak akom magiging malaki ang pakinabang sa future n'ya, ay nag-conspire ang Uhuging Kumag Bratty Aphrodyte at Utoting Kumag Herc' the Jerk, para isabotahe ang sunny side up ni Mother Hera. ang resulta: makulimlim am breakfast. hindi sunny ito, bagay na
lubos na ikinatampo ni Apollo. ang lagay: WAAAAH! DI KABALO MAGLUTO UG ITLOG SI JACKIEEEEE!!! WAAAAAHH...
Coy, 04/21/2004:
PAALAALA MO KAYA: upang mapangalagaan ang interes ng mga pinagpipitaganang mga tauhan sa pangyayari ay gumamit ako ng code name. oo, code name, para hindi halatang ang tinutukoy kong Mother Hera ay si Gemma, na ang tinutukoy kong Uhuging Kumag Bratty Aphrodite at Utoting Kumag Hercules the Jerk ay sina Jack en Coy naman talaga, at si Apollo ay hindi halatang ginampanan n'ya rin ang sarili n'ya bilang matampuhing sun god! buti na lang talaga at naisipan kong mag-code name. hah! bakit ba!!
Coy, 04/12/2004:
This testis is called, “AM COUNTIN' THE ANTS IN THE ANTHILL, TOO BAD I STRUCK-DEAD THE QUEEN”
Coy, 04/12/2004:
PAGE 2 of 567kg,meter/second:[paragraph 51 OMITTED] NOTE: i don't want you all interested parties to end up running away from her and realize for yourself that you! are! not! worthy, so let me set this straight first. She welcomes everybody, so you do not have to worry if you're too dumb a hick for her and still you wanna get close to her anyway. However this testis may sound, this has completely nothing to do with her choice of friends to relate with. +
Coy, 04/12/2004:
I totally trust her discrestion to decide whether to drop you off or keep you in her list of so called prankster friends. One thing you have to bear in mind though, Her over protective good for nothing sanggano brother(which happens to be me!) is always on guard with his pyroclastic molotovs, playing around with his balisung, keeping an eye on her, hiding in his invisible trench coat that got him all sweating rivers inside but had to wear it anyway for superheroic identity purposes. CLEAR?!CLEARED!! TESTIS BEGIN:>> Three things +
Coy, 04/12/2004:
about Jackie,(FOR NOW! I have to say this to remind myself that i am not writing a book.)- TASTE,SENSIBILITY,CHARM-that's jackie! (FOR NOW. there's more, you see!) So! First thing's first - TASTE! Sooo pathetic! No, just kidding. Over time, she's managed to keep herself in the raw. Don't get me wrong. It's not that she's not sure about what she really wants. No, not that. What am trying to say is, she doesn't content herself with what's good for the moment. +
Coy, 04/12/2004:
She always seeks for something better. She goes around experiencing new things, from garbage heaps to party gate crashings - name it! She always keeps her mind open, fly open, mouth open swallowed a fly almost choked herself to death, jaws fell open salivating, bag open her cellfone fell and broke (TANG**! Oh that's another long story, we'll deal with that don't worry). With books for example(oh that's too smart and less ordinary), say, with gimmick for example. She's got an attitude. A lot of times i've introduced +
Coy, 04/12/2004:
her to a lot of things in a lot of ways in various unimaginable places. mind you i'm still not talking about taste here. i'm still talking about her precursor to taste. she's got all of it. the right attitude. Curiousity, Fascination, Facilitation(Waaah!), Observant(Observer?), very keen, avoids preconceptions, avoids biases, keeps herself out of the box, keeps herself at bay(that's coz she's scared to swim? cut PD!)no reservations, just stepping on it and taking the risk... +
Coy, 04/12/2004:
BOTTOM LINE: Raped. Molested. Battered. Abused. Poor Jackie! No, just kidding. REAL BOTTOM LINE: You can take her anywhere and do anything together as long as it matters, and makes sense (note: sense, the word is a registered coy official. meaning, the word is officialy mine, but oh well i could use some for my jackie. she's grown so fast and into it, am never more proud, so...) BOTTOM BOTTOM LINE: She knows for a fact that TASTE DOESN'T NECESSARILY go with craze and trends, price tags, with waht's +
Coy, 04/12/2004:
selling like hotcakes, with the bandwagon, with where everyone is heading, wiht what everyone is screaming about and wanting to have, with to die fors, with swooning abouts, with what's popular, with who's famous, with expensive bills, with what's in, with what's constantly playing on the airwaves, with what's kewl, with intelligence even, with what's embarrasing, with what's humiliating in the eyes of the general public, with playing safe steriotypes and cliches... +
Coy, 04/12/2004:
not even with YOU and your BEST FOOT...foot...foot...phoooot(echo). Or, i could be wrong. Hah!!! So what are you waiting for?! There's jackie. Order now! Pick up that phone and call that 1-800 number on your screen! if you order within the next frew minutes, we will slash a huge 1,000 pesos on the actual price! And! we will deliver her to you, right at your doorstep! Free of charge! Oh yeah. The "Jackie- Please-Avail-Of-Her-She's-Nearing-Her- Expiry-Date" Prankster Kit is available to all sane individuals +
Coy, 04/12/2004:
(or even if u ran out of sanity, smart aleck, boring, fun, romantic, disturbed, pet groomer, masseur, student, professionals, young&old, dead or alive, PD(oh, this 1 goes exclusively 4 me only), sex maniacs (errr...4get it. remember, the overprotective brother is watching, so...). +
Coy, 04/12/2004:
The "Jackie-Please-Avail-Of-Her-She's- Nearing-Her-Expiry-Date" Prankster Kit comes with a free AAA Energizer battery to keep her going, and going... It also comes with a free lubricant to keep her in tip-top condition, a bag of Whiskas for her feline diet, just so she won't devour you in case she gets hungry once she reacher your doorstep. it also comes with free extra screws and bolts in case u get hungry too(man!if you don't call that a treat!) Her 16-valve, 4.856-peso horsepower engine is a trademark of Rolls-Royce. Decafeinated with low +
Coy, 04/12/2004:
sodium content, for your disposal. Order now! Friendly operators are standing by to hang up on you!..................... Coming up...... SENSIBILITY, CHARM, with special performances by, Beyonce Knowlles, David Copperfield, Roberta Javier, Maroon 5, Incubus, Sting, Hootie and the Blowfish, 50cent, The Boyoyong Clowns, Michael Buble, Norah Jones, Tita Miraim, John Mayer, 3-Doors- Down, Eddie Gil, Five for Fighting, Matchbox 20, Nickelback, Cirque du Soliel, and a spectacular goosebump
performance by Voo-doo Dolls, Aaliyaah, Selena, and Sadako... All that and more!, when the 74th Araw ng La Verna continues...
Coy, 03/31/2004:
PAGE 1 of 567kg,meter/second: Jackie? Bat ganun? Alam mo di ka na rin iba kasi sa'kineh, kanya hindi ko talaga maiwasangmmmmmmmm... alam mo yun? Ang hirap! Alam mo ako ang nasasaktan para sa 'yoeh. Alam mo yun? Hindi ka na rin kase iba sa'kineh. Nauutot ako. Phooooot... Bakit sila ganun sa 'yo? Sino? Ang mga kaprankster mo!!! Am pepeke! Ang kokorni ng mga testis! Ang gaganda ng mga sinasabi! Alam mo ilaglag mo na yang mga yan! Pinu-pull lang ng mga yan ang leg mo! Wala kam mahihita sa mga yan! Pare-pareho lang kayong naglolokohan! Am bababoy! Kung magsalita akala mo kung sino kang diosa! Pweh! Bakit hindi nila masabi- sabing natatakot naman talaga sila sa 'yo dahil isa kang ex-convict, takas sa mental, madalas sinasaniban ng mga lamang-lupa, na dahil me sa maligno ka?! Bakit hindi nila masabi- sabing, "I admire Jackie so much kasi parati s'yang nauutot." Bakit parang natutuwa pa sila pag sinasabi nilang, "Jackie is so eng-eng talaga, yah!" Nakakatuwa ba yun?! Ta's tinuturing mo silang mga kaibigan mo?! Akalain mo?! Utang na loob, Jackie! Desperada ka ba sa social life mo? Bakit Jakie?! Saan ba ako nagkulang sa 'yo, Jackie?! Sabihin mo nga! Hindi pa ba sapat yung balahurain natin ang mga patotyal na coños sa kofi shop? Hindi pa ba sapat ang isalampak mo ang malamig na tuyong spaghetti sa baradong lalamunan mo para lang hindi ma-charge sa bill natin? Waaaahhh!!... Hindi pa ba sapat ang fact you coy na kung ipapanganak man akong muli at ako'y magiging babae ay gugustuhin kong maging Jackie?! Hindi pa ba sapat ang mag neck exercise tayo ng madalas?(uy! bago 'to!waaaaaahhh...) Ilaglag mo na talaga yang mga yan Jackie! Mga mababang uri! Pa-cute! Cliche! So passe! Stereotype! Ano na lang ang sasabihin ng mga ka-lebel mong sina Tito Bo, Coy(ang me gawa ng testis na ito), Mahal, Mura at Dagul?! Nakakahiya, Jackie! Hay nakoh, makatestis na nga lang sa 'yo. Ang testis dapat ganito: "Si Jackie? I like her telegeh! She's so nice, and sweet, caring, thoughtful, simple, and friendly..." Ganyaaaaannn... O di ba me sense?! Unique! Orig! Sobrang bihirang ginagamit ang mga verb, este, adjective, este, pronoun na mga yan para mag-describe ng friend bah, ano ka!
September 01, 2005 at 11:25 AM in
koinfiguration Permalink Comments (1)if it's a percent error. it's a percent error!
argh! stupid pc. stupid program. stupid machine. stupid printer. when it says percent error. it's spelled as P-E-R-C-E-N-T E-R-R-O-R! keep it short and simple stupid! why is this happening? why can't some people accept that they [we] have committed something that made that error a PERCENT ERROR? more like percent TERROR. am pissed. and it makes me wanna pee all the time. because of the sssssss sound the word piss offers. stupid. stupid. and it's not even february. there's no cupid. waaaaaaaaah.....
September 01, 2005 at 09:31 PM in
komitet en sanctions et complaints Permalink Comments (0)sh*t-yembre is here... what's next?
pass the tissue will ya? i think am gonna poop. why do i smell something fishy, er.. i mean fruity and nutty? why do i hear music so familiar constantly played during the morning's newspaper? why do i skip homemade breakfast over the cafeteria's bruncheon? why is the last quarter wind haunting? why do i wanna cry or die instead? why? i wouldn't ask if i'd know, ya know? doug.
September 01, 2005 at 09:48 PM in
articulares calamares Permalink Comments (1)the mushroom: a room full of mush
last thursday night, i had pancake, coffee and blueberry cheesecake for dinner. the following day, i had nothing. i skipped breakfast again for the love of God! but before the bell rung, i went downstairs to the cafeteria to have a fast meal. and when i say fast, i mean fast. yeah. i thought i was goin to eat all by myself again but funny how strange things happen. i found myself sittin with another's company who has the same fate like me. and i quite have missed this wacko. got to talk about things (which we usually do, if we found time - last year). i thought to myself again [i dunno why i always talk to myself. lest, in my mind all the time. as if i needed someone to talk things out with. do i have a problem? a psychological disorder or something?] anyhow, since that was a dreaded day cos for crying out loud, twas the exam day for midterm, we went to our classes. i walked up to their room. i saw familiar faces. so familiar i wanted to puke. joke. nah. i kinda just miss my old crowd. the crammings and the stuff. the entries. the debit credit. i have learned so many things from my past life in stride. i finally figured out why i have such a problem with the concept of adjusting entries. tis like life. my life. everyday is a journal entry. you have to post and be still to strike an equilibrium of things. if not, no need to worry cos there's a trial to every balance that you make. after all that, you still have a chance with doin your adjustments prior to closing a chapter of your life. yeah. finally figured it out. it's a cycle doug. periodic. no shortcuts. not even a drivethru. so okay, what's my point? i din't regret having to pass all that. it made me plunge to the ground but i have sprouted to become like... a mushroom. hah! no room for mushy crap.
September 02, 2005 at 07:53 PM in
foodrinks Permalink Comments (1)am not angry
am really not. i tell ya. a picture is just a picture. yeah. whatever happened to the happy face you ask. it was flushed down the toilet.
September 06, 2005 at 10:10 PM in
komitet en sanctions et complaints Permalink Comments (1)this is not happening
why is this happening? why am i stagnant? why am i not updating my life? why? baaaakiiiiiiit? ngaaaaaaaaanoooooooo? porque? pork? que? i know. i know. my name is jacque. qui? like duh.
my week is a complete waste. well, except for some facts like:
1. now, i'm into the binding business since i made my own book.
2. i watched my fave shows in full spin.
3. i stayed up late for some hookin time with cable programs in the wee hours.
4. i ate like a pig while riding the PUJ. [paki ko bah kahit na masikip sa loob e sa gutom lang talagako. anong magagawa ko. kawawa ang mga kaibigan kong butiki. baka mag-aklas sa loob ng tiyan ko. mahirap na.]
5. i am so in demand. you know? like demand is inversely proportionally to supply. i need supply. sufficient supply of fresh air. may day! may day! heelp!
6. my long lost teacher-mentor and i made some connection, er.. communcation i mean.
7. i rejected my ex-classmates offer to watch some stupid moronic film. i did. and this isn't me. [yet i've been telling myself this for almost a year now. see what happened? nothing happened.]
8. am officially broke.
well, maybe my week isn't such a waste at all. i still have tomorrow. and tomorrow after that.
September 08, 2005 at 09:24 PM in
komitet en sanctions et complaints Permalink Comments (2)the hobbit had it
they say, old habits die hard.
but i don't believe this. cos .
i say: old habits, hard or not, still habits.
get it hobbit?
why is it that hobbits don't die early? does it mean if they're short, they live long? if they're short, they're still long? and if they're long, they would die old?
i know i am old. and if i'm old, i won't die long. if i don't die long, then that would make my life short. guess i'd rather be old huh?
OLD. BOLD. COLD. FOLD. GOLD. HOLD. MOLD. SOLD. TOLD.
i am old. yet my mind is bold. sometimes am cold. i don't know what to fold. i sure don't like gold. the authority put me on hold. so i pretended i am a mold. they thought i want to be sold. cos i was never told.
September 08, 2005 at 09:38 PM in
crooked opinions Permalink Comments (3)this is not any other battle
this is not any other battle rather a case of the regular bottleOf bottle sessions, scratch papers, hoarse voices and stressed fingers. and by bottle, i mean plastic, not pilsen. there would be doodling and beating... and of course drinking!like you need water in your system doug!sa wala akong magawa. hindi ko alam kung papaano ikonek ang bote sa musika.mapagkakamalan naman yata akong tumutoma neto o. makaalis na nga!
September 15, 2005 at 12:13 AM in
tula-dula-bula Permalink Comments (2)mao jud ning gabhiana
dili ta manguli? ana. kay canvassing man. kanang naa man tay mga ginikanan nga naghulat kung asang lugara na pud nangalagpot ang kaanakan nila.
kinsa ang nagkuha ani? kinsa ang maniniyot ani ha? aber? dili man klaro nga wako giganahi. kay ngano? gahi man. ang unsa? ang akong nawng. krimen. usa ka dako nga krimen.
wala man ko nagpraktis ug hikog ani. kanang unta dili na lang unta naka-cord ang id kay basig mahuna-hunaan nato nga maghikog. waah! ngano? ngano.
dili ta magPDA. kay makasuka man k. kanang dili man ko physical touche. este touch diay. KUSGA PA ATEH!
September 21, 2005 at 09:38 PM in
mis palabras de mi experiencia Permalink Comments (1)you gave me the wrong cd
i have this classmate. she's a doll as my teacher puts it. she talks in pure english only and she's got this accent of a million dollar baby. yeah. and she gave me the wrong cd. and i don't know how to contact her cos my phone's missing its memory. yeah. nevertheless, i don't have her number. crap. and our project is going to doomsville. doomsville? i wonder if the place offers ice cream. or they have cds with the right content. blah!
September 22, 2005 at 09:20 PM in
komitet en sanctions et complaints Permalink Comments (3)water and peach C2
my million dollar baby with a twang in her tongue and i, with um, a not so important character in this entry, had a little forum in the cafeteria. guess what is it all about? you don't wanna ask cos you'll be puking right after you read the words gut, gut and more guts. yeah. okay so you're not affected. how about intestines, the big and small ones doing sommersault in your peritoneal cavity? we are so productive. i mean educational. whatever. i had wanted to grab some pasta, say fettucini i think, yet my money's only good for a hot brew? nah. that's so kikoi. i bought the sweet but not so sweet cassava over the counter. and then, i noticed a peculiar habit that only ms. dolly the sh*tty can do. well, tisn't really so peculiar at all, but maybe unusual. so i guess, it's still peculiar. maybe. i think. i'm sure?
September 29, 2005 at 12:34 AM in
foodrinks Permalink Comments (0)Claveria barqs
beyond the towering arena of landmarks in the metro and the total bustling of scenes, i walk away into the flux of the ordinary.
when my feet dictates my mind to make up for lost space, i usually walk this side of the pavement.
and this night is not less of the not so unusual.
am taking someone with me.
this time, am not with my usual companion.
cos eventhough i love my self that i prefer to be alone, i'd rather be with someone else.
the street barks of the usual.
of bar-b-qs.of sticks, and sauce.of smoke and softdrinks.of coffee canister glass.of standing positions.of stars hanging just above.of drizzle slowly fading.of people in uniform.of smiles and laughs.of hunger and thirst.of poverty.of chance and possiblity.of epic, love and destruction.of the ordinary.but with the touch of the new.
claveria barks barqs.
there is no such thing as an ordinary day.©
September 29, 2005 at 01:13 AM in
mis palabras de mi experiencia Permalink Comments (2)Wan't some dumpling? How about some pimpling?
PIMPLING - noun the act of putting aside your social life for some credits in the transcript. - adjective a big TH. trying hard para pumasa. - adverb? pimplingly (i.e. Jacky went up the hill to roll over the hill to get a pail of water) asa ang pimpling didto ha? implied sya. ana. kay lisud ma'g explain.
and what do you call yourself huh? a PIMPLER sir.very good jacqui. how about some life? i'd think about it sir but thanks anyway.okay. just tell me so that i can book you to japan er. right away sir.ang lagay? kanang makalimot man ta nga sosyal being diay ta. so, mas gipili pa ang paglibot sa world kaysa makipagcharmus-charva-kugmo-uga sa mga fone-yemas nga fwentips. ana.
October 11, 2005 at 12:37 AM in
komitet en sanctions et complaints Permalink Comments (0)L' Auberge Espagnole
so i went to spain last sunday. no big deal. really. i even had a taste of barcelona's prime. i can speak catalan if you'd like me to. you see, i've been meaning to tell this to all of you but i was caught in my vacation in sicily. poor me. the rent is 180, 000 pesetas. wanna share? call me. wait. don't. just contact me as much as possible here. ok? tata.
October 11, 2005 at 01:06 AM in
mis palabras de mi experiencia Permalink Comments (0)patatawarin
para sa aking mga kababata
i'll be out for a couple of days, weeks or a month maybe. i dunno. so, just drop by your entries sa pinakamlapit na suking tindahan. all fan mails will be redirected to japan. PO box local 8331.
if you can catch me, you'll probably catch cold so magsuot ng hawaiian shorts 'pag bumili ng pakete ng noodles sa tindahan ni aling nena.
bahay namin maliit lamang. pero pero pero malinis to hantud sa kusina sa among silingan.
kay ngano diay? humana man akong EXAMS. spell exam daw beh? T-H-A-N-K-Y-O-U! M-E-R-R-Y-C-H-I-S-M-I-S-1-9-0-8yipee! makatulog nako. wala na munang kaibi-kaibigan. kasi frens na ulit kami nam bahay namin. tambay muna koaks sa kanya.pwede pud mo makipagplastikan sa ako. diari o:
rsjazky_07_ajj@yahoo.comOctober 13, 2005 at 03:38 AM in
articulares calamares Permalink Comments (0)i'll wait
i hope to see you in the morning.
October 16, 2005 at 11:20 PM in
koinfiguration Permalink Comments (2)hopefools
i hope we dream our dreams away 'cos it won't cost us any penny. i hope we dream even if we're not sleeping.
what's wrong with me?
you ask. i don't know. nothing's wrong. everything's cool. cool as the sun. ich bin heute slacht. anak ng pan de kugmong uga!
November 27, 2005 at 04:26 PM in
komitet en sanctions et complaints Permalink Comments (0)siya talaga idolo ko
ba't bah? kung siya pala? me angal? idolo ko na si rizal. pramis. at wiling wili ako sa pagbabasa ng autobiography nya. pati na rin geography ng paglalakbay ng demonyo este henyo. sana man lang kahit katiting maging tulad ko sya. wag lang yung height kasi pasado nako dun eh. kung mabubuhay akong muli, mas nanaisin ko talagang maging si richal kasi you get to see the whole wide webby world tas pwede pakong maging lengua. lengua? di mo 'lam yun? yung marunong ng iba't ibang LENGUAhe. duh!ganun. kung ako yung babaeng richal. ang pangalan ko eh joseng chichiw richal. nickname ko eh chiw. hehe.. chiw..
November 27, 2005 at 05:02 PM in
an ode to myself Permalink Comments (0)wala akong life!
pag TTh. lang naman. oo. TTh. tryin' trying hard! but then again, i got my MWFs all to myself. hehe.. 7.40am-7.30pm. lecture. discussion. laboratory. lec. lab. mantakin nyo! ganun. ang saya diba? so spontaneous?! tig- wawan enihaf bale yung lec tsaka yung lab nman eh tig-tatatlong oras. kapal gooms! kapal kubal sa lubot ug sa lapa-lapa kay kapoy kaayo! perti. bwisit. pagkatapos kong makuha diploma ko.. aalis na talaga ako for good. and for bad. excited na akong makatabi sa pagtulog ang mga bangkay! kelan pa? KELAAAAAAN!
November 29, 2005 at 04:15 AM in
komitet en sanctions et complaints Permalink Comments (1)what i want for christmas
is my two front teeth back!i won't expect any cos it won't happen still.i won't anticipate the coming cos there'd be none.i won't hope cos there's no more point tryin.
November 29, 2005 at 04:21 AM in
articulares calamares Permalink Comments (0)putting up with my mother's odd behavior
my mother's clearin up the cobwebs in our house. er.. i mean, she's got this odd funny look over her face. i wonder what's the reason. hell i know. 'tis christmas. ugh! before i left home for my shortened classes, our tree's been erected straight and decent. wah! kasi ho? pasko na pala. langya!
December 07, 2005 at 02:34 AM in
mis palabras de mi experiencia Permalink Comments (0)av got a lota thins in ma mind but am not tellin ya anythin
December 07, 2005 at 02:37 AM in
crooked opinions Permalink Comments (0)there's still reason to like christmas after all
so, we had our party last night that made me shiver through the cold winter night, that made my pocket full of posies shiver. hahaha.. to that someone who made my christmas, for that someone who got my christmas back for me, thank you.
December 09, 2005 at 03:27 AM in
mis palabras de mi experiencia Permalink Comments (0)makita kang muli
makita kang mulisugarfree
Bawat sandali ng aking buhayPagmamahal mo ang aking taglaySan man mapadpad ng hanginHindi magbabago aking pagtinginPangako natin sa MaykapalNa tayo lamang sa habang buhayMaghintay
Ipaglalaban ko ang ating pag-ibigMaghintay ka lamang, Ako’y daratingPagka’t sa isang taong mahal mo ng buong pusoLahat ay gagawin makita kang muli,Makita kang muli
Puso’y nagdurusa nangungulilaIniisip ka ‘pag nag-iisaInaalala mga sandaliNang tayo ay magkapilingIkaw ang gabay sa aking tuwinaAng aking ilaw sa gabing mapanglawTanging ikaw
Ipaglalaban ko ang ating pag-ibigMaghintay ka lamang, ako’y daratingPagka’t sa isang taong mahal mo ng buong pusoLahat ay gagawinMakita kang muli, makita kang muliMakita kang muli
December 09, 2005 at 03:31 AM in
decibel decipher Permalink Comments (0)yuck fou
basta. ayoko na. naiinis ako. nandidiri ako. ampaplastik.eat your brands. eat up your labels.
you yuckin shoot jack be humble jack be hick!
you slimey old carotene bondook!
YUCK FOU!
December 09, 2005 at 03:58 AM in
articulares calamares Permalink Comments (1)tapos?
eh ano ngayon? sino bang nagsabi na umalis ka? sino bang nag-utos na mangibang planeta ka? sino bang may gusto? sino bang malungkot? sino bang umiiyak? sino bang nasasaktan? tangnang buhay to.
hithit ka nang hithit. di ka naman natutunaw.inom ka nang inom. di ka naman nalulunod.
di ka na nagtanda.di ka na natuto.di ka na nakaalala.
bumalik ka na kasi. pucha naman.
bumalik ka na muning. hinahanap ka na sa bahay. di kumpleto ang pamilya.
December 09, 2005 at 04:10 AM in
crooked opinions Permalink Comments (0)do I have to say the words?
do i have to say the wordsbryan adamsost my childhood
Rescue me from the mireWhisper words of desireRescue me - darling rescue meWith your arms open wideWant you here by my sideCome to me - darling rescue meWhen this world’s closing inThere’s no need to pretendSet me free - darling rescue me
I don’t wanna let you goSo I’m standing in your wayI never needed anyone like I’m needin’ you today
Do I have to say the words? Do I have to tell the truth? Do I have to shout it out? Do I have to say a prayer? Must I prove to you how good we are together? Do I have to say the words
Rescue me from despairTell me you will be thereRescue me - darlin’ rescue me
Every dream that we shareEvery cross that we bearCome to me - darlin’ rescue me
December 09, 2005 at 04:32 AM in
decibel decipher Permalink Comments (0)the distance
the distanceevan and jaron
The sky has lost it’s colorThe sun has turned to greyAt least that’s how it feels to meWhenever you’re awayI crawl up in the cornerTo watch the minutes passEach one brings me closer toThe time you’re cominback
I can’t take the distanceI can’t the milesI can’t take the time until I next see you smileI can’t take the distanceAnd I’m not ashamedThat with every breath I take I’m callinyour nameBut I can’t take the distance
I still believe my feelingsBut sometimes I feel too muchI make believe you’re close to meBut it ain’t close enoughNot nearly close enough
I can’t take the distanceI can’t the milesI can’t take the time until I next see you smileI can’t take the distanceAnd I’m not ashamedThat with every breath I take I’m callinyour name
I brave fire and I brave rainTo be by your side I’d do anythingI can’t take the distance
I will go the distanceI will go the milesThat’s how much you mean to me’cause I can’t take the distanceI can’t take these milesI can’t take the time until I next see you smileI can’t take the distanceAnd I’m not ashamedThat with every breath I take I’m callinyour nameI can’t take the distance
It’s hard to rememberAs long as you’re awayWhen I find solaceThere’s only one way
December 09, 2005 at 04:38 AM in
decibel decipher Permalink Comments (0)i'm dying
i know it. am dying. i see the symptoms. i see the signs.
kitakits n lng. sa McDo.
December 12, 2005 at 08:46 PM in
articulares calamares Permalink Comments (0)ending my end
there are certain sacrifices i have to do.
sometimes, on the point of breaking down.
true.
on one end, i do this for the other's end even if it means ending my end.
confusing huh? how much more when you're inside my head? wanna trade?
December 13, 2005 at 03:14 AM in
crooked opinions Permalink Comments (0)grand slam
so i cut class again. and then what?
would i rather spend the one and a half period in a classroom doing a very old grade schooler activity than make time out for my wretched buddies in a drinking session? uhmm. i mean, food trippin party poopin hip swingin escapade.
grand slam.
what? my cutting frenzy? nah.
it was an 18" pizza with four flavors wrapped in glittering gold. haha..
well, it wasn't that much good but the size entices you to take a bite, then a couple of mouthfuls. viola! it's magic. you're now a living balloonist? whatever.
the good news, we didn't ask for a sponge to wash the dishes afterwards.
and better, we asked for the bill with no hesitations.
the best part of it, it was free. nyahaha...
December 13, 2005 at 03:32 AM in
mis palabras de mi experiencia Permalink Comments (0)Il Postino
i met the postman yesterday for the first time. he had in his hands my i-report issue delayed for a couple of weeks. i told him briefly my instruction not to leave anything if nobody's around the house. he can easily enter the fence cos we don't own a dog (if that thought helps) so that he can slid down any of my stuff through our door, of course if there is any.
"hey mr. postman! is there a letter for me?"
"hah! save your breath miss.. for another christmas! wahaha"
December 21, 2005 at 01:06 AM in
mis palabras de mi experiencia Permalink Comments (3)eleven past five
"as i hastily took out my hanky from one of my pockets, my watch snapped. i picked it up and it read eleven past five. time told me i had to go home. for the first time, i didn't listen to myself. i heeded his advice. "
December 23, 2005 at 01:32 AM in
enlisted Permalink Comments (0)chorizomas
it was the morning of christmas eve. the big day bigger then pbb's big day or big night. the most celebrated moment of the year. and when i woke up, the heavenly smell greeted my olfactory sensation. we're having a feast! i couldn't wait. i rushed to the dirty kitchen. and when i say dirty, i mean it.
"what's for breakfast? ahh..."
matulog tag balik kay daman ra man diay. ikatulog kay ordinaryo ra kaayo nga adlaw. pero sumatotal, lami baya. ameeehn!
walang katulad ang chorizo pag pasko!
December 26, 2005 at 03:40 AM in
mis palabras de mi experiencia Permalink Comments (0)madilim na pasko
nanggaling ako. sa tiyan ng nanay ko. eh bakit, kaw? san ka ba?
oo na. seryoso to. para to sa sangkatauhan. sa kapakanan ng samabayanan. oo.
lalung-lalo na ng mga tiga la verna. pis tri bai!
mantakin mo yung mantika natutulog! aba! hindi ko sya binili para lang tutulug-tulogan ako.
pag tuntong ko pa lang ng kanto, binalaan na ako ng balakubak boys sa nakagigimbal na nangyari. sa di inaasahang pagkakataon. sa kalunus-lunos na sinapit ng mga residente ng Barangay La Beerna sa pagsapit ng pasko. sa napakawalang hiyang hustiya! hindi na nahiya!
ang lagay? walay suga ang pis tri. pisti! (uy! pun intended) ang phase three lang! unya gatambling ang mga tawo sa phase one, twoA ug twoB. tubiiiiig?! nasaan kana!
kay ngano? nangutana paka? wala man nakabayad ug bill sa kuryente ang Meralco sa NAPOCOR? close ta? ana...
asa ka ana? pasko? magtutukay na lang tag mata ani? nganong tutok man ka ha? pasumbag ka? ugahip!
PUNyemas! mangayo kag yema? dara alamigas.
the grinch stole Christmas again!
good thing... tenk yow. kay para mahimbing ang tulog sa isig panulay este pamalay nato.
pero! shoot... nibalik man ang suga! ilad ka? ako ilad. nailad ka do! yawyaw tuwad. hikog. ambak barko.
December 26, 2005 at 03:54 AM in
mis palabras de mi experiencia Permalink Comments (0)gibantayan sa gwardya
ang akong celfon, bawawow.
naa kay nang rose didtos agdao.
gipabantayan sa nako kay manong gwardya.
kay naa daw mukawat ka niya?
tinuod kaha?
aw. ambot.
pangutan-a si favian ver, asawa ni nang rose didtos agdao.
i tenk yow. baw.
December 27, 2005 at 11:26 PM in
mis palabras de mi experiencia Permalink Comments (0)a silent song
eto na siguro yun. ang huli kong post sa taon.
i have to think and thank all for a good year. i ain't getting younger but the years certainly are older. huh?
for jessica, my lab partner. i have never done it without you. for holding the poor frog while i scram for the door.
for awitenista. i got to see people under the lens while music was playing.
for the outland adventure team: kuya bong, ayies, gemma and junjun. the apo expedition is truly an achievement. a dream come true. on my part.
for my asep experience in talicud. my foster family and the community. koprasan and baybay dagat. never felt good to be back there once more.
for my summer school. i appreciated art and politics. our shadow presentation made me go back to my childhood days.
for kalasag. a new launch. hope we make it. to the new batch, good luck! we didn't choose you for nothing. you're potentials. p.s. to the new press, patience for putting up with us.
for olympus. thanks for greeting me with honesty. for the reality of justice and injustice. to koi and benja, for your sacrifices, you both fightin the gods of sleep and sanity. for the one thousand experience. i have never been weakened.
for davao and the kadayawan celebration. to katipunan, my sanctuary. to sta. ana, for the sunrise. to the streets, i saw what you're hiding in the night. to blanche, for the drinks and the exposure.
for rizal writes and claveria barqs. for tanya and our volleyin of messages. for not any other battle. for september, you still end.
for my waiting and being hopeful. for my patience. for my trips around the world with my senses.
for my tradition, which never make it to the year. for my over a month sickness of sorts. for my gym time that's just about hangin out.
for christmas spirit, even if i didn't feel you all throughout. but you never fail to give a reason to be merry.
and last, for God and my family.
and tomorrow, i die. before the year can even start. and if i don't, aren't you lucky enough?
p.s. am thankful, yes am hopeful.
December 28, 2005 at 12:45 AM in
an ode to myself Permalink Comments (0)
