andami ko gusto sabihin.
andami ko gusto ikwento.
pero masyado pa akong pagod.
masyado na akong pagod.
andami ko gusto marinig.
andami ko gusto intindihin.
di lang ikaw ang napapagod
may karapatan din ako mapagod.
Strawberry Fields Forever
After the Philo exam, I broke down. I never felt so stupid after an exam. I had to get away from everyone. I told ‘em I’ll just wait for ‘em in Starbucks to think. I wasn’t in the mood to go shopping and to eat dinner. I needed to be alone. So Pepe gave me and Kiboy (who couldn’t come with us to Tagaytay because of a family thingie the next day) a ride to Starbucks. And just when all I needed was a table, the place was packed. I decided to go to one of the bars where people study, dropped my stuff, contemplated on crying there but instead I went to the washroom. I bumped into Cathy (Jots’ cousin) who still had an exam the next day, we sorta chatted about law school.. I was on the verge of crying but I couldn’t because I didn’t want to make a fool out of myself. Then as if fate was making fun of me, Jots came out of the washroom. I had to again stop myself from breaking down. I remember him asking about the exam, and I told him to not talk to me about it because I think I was gonna cry. I didn’t think he took me seriously. I said g’bye abruptly and he said g’bye too because Cathy came out of the washroom. I had to rush inside. Then I cried. Shit. Parang telenovela. I cried inside Starbucks Loft’s washroom. Kadiri. Buckets of tears after, I went out of the washroom with my scary red eyes. I needed air. So I told Ey (a barista friend o’ mine) to just tell my friends, in case they get there before me, that I just took a walk. Krung krung no? I brisk-walked my way around Rockwell and bumped into Aiza. We talked (again) about the exam, and I cried. Yak. So I had to say g’bye to her again. That’s when I saw Ana and the gang. Ana walked with me and we decided to eat at Goodearth to cool down. There was only one thing in my mind at that time, I need a bowl of hot soup. Alas, that’s what I instructed Ana to order for me. Manifestations ng aking psychological incapacity ay nakikita na. Haha. Ikalawang Kabanata: Paspasan kung pasapasan..yeah boy!
The night before, we went on a fun fun fun ride to Gonuts Donuts in the Fort. Convoy na malupet. Pepe’s car is a pimp’s dream, therefore, we (Haze, Euns, Ces) decided to ride with him to Tagaytay. Hindi nya kami binigo. Isa itong TSG-TSG experience, think Fast and the Furious. The only difference was that he was playing his “love songs” inside the car. Ayun na, pangromansa si Pepay. Haha. The other peeps rode in Yvie’s van and Yvie, Kay and Mel rode with the BEST DRIVER of ALL TIME, MUMIEL! (tono ni Pepe). We convoyed our way to Yvie’s house in Laguna. Opo, Laguna… hindi Capiz, hindi Gen San.. Laguna lang sya. Yvie, you earned our respect, the time on the road that you had to endure everyday wasn’t easy. Astig. 
When we (finally) reached Sannet’s house, we feasted on her dogs. (That didn’t sound right. Animal rights!) WE finally got to meet Yvie’s love of her life, her two adorable dogs. After what seemed like eternity, (si Pepay kasi nagkaron pa ng Photoshoot with the dogs) we were on our way to Tagaytay. Woohoo! Wait for me my dear Cuervo, we shall be one. 
Human warmth alert. On our way to Tagaytay, I decided to ride with Mumiel. Francis gave us instructions to meet up with him at Summer Breeze. One text message made us lose it, “Sinuntok ni Yves si Pepe. Dumudugo ang ilong nya.” I couldn’t remember the exact words, but the bottom line is, DUMUDUGO ANG ILONG NI PEPE. Ayun.Kay lamig sa Summer Breeze. Sana Sana
Fast forward. Francis’ resthouse. It turned out that Geno and the rest of the peeps were waiting for us. They waited in front of the gate, for more than an hour I think. Harsh harsh world. Siguro si Manny Villar ang may kagagawan (he was at Summer Breeze, la lang).What do people like us do to relax after one whole sem in law school? WE play scrabble. Seriously. The others sang their hearts out downstairs, and some just plain chatted… But Francis, Pao and uhmm, (sino nga ba un isa?) we played Scrabble. But it wasn’t an ordinary scrabble game (no, there was no stripping involved..) I played scrabble while intoxicating myself. Shot kung shot. Bahala na si Batman. Natapos ang gabi ng masaya. Kung bakit masaya? Kwentuhan… tawanan… lasingan. May mas sasaya pa ba dun? Pagktapos ng lahat, ako’y mapayapang natulog. I think I got text message from a friend about a missing sketchpad. I think I called him to tell him that I haven’t seen any sketch pad. Bakit ako tumawag? Ewan ko rin. Prior to that, I already replied and said the exact same thing. Kadiri, lasing.
Ikalimang Kabanata: Strawberry Fields Forever: The Aftermath
When I woke up the next day I told myself, “I need to puke.” I calmly went downstairs, the first washroom wasn’t available so I went to the washroom in the kitchen. Meliecar was there, I told her… “Susuka ako.” She thought it was so urgent so she finished her brushing her teeth abruptly. Di ko naipaliwanag na desisyon ko lang iyon. After I puked, I felt hungry. I tried to think about the events the night before. I only remembered the feeling of being free. Solb na ko dun.
We had plans to go to the beach but it didn’t push through because the rain was pouring really hard. Therefore, NAWALA KAMI. Three hours. Laughtrip. Pagdating sa ATC, gutom na gutom na. Badtrip ang service sa Max’s.
Huling Kabanata: Deuce Bigalow.Disgustingly funny. Dahil sa kapaguran, ako, si Kay at si Haze ay natulog sa sinehan. Dalawang beses namin “pinanood” un film, un isang beses, tulog na kami. Mapayapang mapayapa. We ate dinner at Luk Yuen. Paalaman. Balik sa Starbucks Powerplant. Balik sa realidad.
Tatak Tagaytay
uhmm, francis.. bakit nagpapaka-Korean ka?
hari ng pagka-cute.. si Pao Pao..
kay, kamusta naman ang picture na ipapadala sa penpal? haha.
kiko, at inulit mo pa. at nagsama ka pa ng reenforcement.
naks... signature pose.
the infamous resthouse.
pang-FHM na kuha ni Ana
sisters Shem and Yvie..
dont panic, that's the "normal Yvie" haha
walang pakialamanan, gusto ko kunan e!I'll See You Around is the Saddest Line
"I'll see you around is the saddest line."
I wont be able to log in for the next few nights because i will get myself wasted after the finals. Im in the library, a few minutes before my last exam in law school and i feel so sad. Uhmm, distracted. I've been thinking of what's happening and quite frankly my dear, I DO GIVE A DAMN. It's sad to not be able to express things. It's sad to look at a person's eyes and not see anything that will give you the courage to ask. It's sad that when you're expecting him to at least give you that "second" to feel that there might be something special that's going on, he abruptly turns his back on you There is no closure. For the nth time, i am in this situation. For the nth time, i'm feeling that there is another GOODBYE that i will have to say soon.
This is an open letter to you who's been making me smile for weeks. This is an open letter to you who's been (once again) making me feel that I might be capable of "feeling" and of "believing" again [for real] . "I'll see you around is the saddest line" because even if i might see you around, i dont know if you will really see. And if you cant see, then chances are... you cannot feel.
I will be wasted tonight. And tomorrow. And when i come back, i hope that this whole budding romance will not be wasted as i am.
I wont be able to log in for the next few nights because i will get myself wasted after the finals. Im in the library, a few minutes before my last exam in law school and i feel so sad. Uhmm, distracted. I've been thinking of what's happening and quite frankly my dear, I DO GIVE A DAMN. It's sad to not be able to express things. It's sad to look at a person's eyes and not see anything that will give you the courage to ask. It's sad that when you're expecting him to at least give you that "second" to feel that there might be something special that's going on, he abruptly turns his back on you There is no closure. For the nth time, i am in this situation. For the nth time, i'm feeling that there is another GOODBYE that i will have to say soon.
This is an open letter to you who's been making me smile for weeks. This is an open letter to you who's been (once again) making me feel that I might be capable of "feeling" and of "believing" again [for real] . "I'll see you around is the saddest line" because even if i might see you around, i dont know if you will really see. And if you cant see, then chances are... you cannot feel.
I will be wasted tonight. And tomorrow. And when i come back, i hope that this whole budding romance will not be wasted as i am.
LATE
It was a normal night. I resigned to my bed in solitude, notwithstanding the honks of cars right outside my apartment. I almost didn’t hear my cellphone ring but my senses seemed to have conspired to make me notice. Without looking at who the caller was, I nonchalantly said, “Hello?” What followed was a series of incoherent sentences, of gasps, of short breaths. It was hard for me to make much of what the guy on the other side of the line was saying, except for that last sentence.
“Please, come over tomorrow I goddamn need you.” I immediately recognized his voice. I know that tone of hysterical sense of urgency that never fails to make me rush to his side. There’s nothing I can do now. I’ll visit him tomorrow.
5am. After trying desperately to lull myself to sleep, I finally accepted that my effort’s just not enough to ease that uncertainty the weird phone call created. I got out of bed, took a cold shower and almost instinctively went to the mirror to look at my reflection. Five years and I’m still fucking haunted by him. After what seemed like forever, I finally convinced myself to leave the house. I went to visit an old friend, Shane. I got into thinking of that painful day when I decided to leave him.
The rain was pouring hard; it couldn’t have been more reflective of what the gloominess that I was feeling. I called him too, begging him to meet up with me in that park right inside my village. Four years ago, I was the one gasping and weeping when I gave him my letter. It was the answer to his questioning look when I told him that I had to leave. He was dragging me down with his depression, mood swings, weariness, misery and insecurities. I left him because I was almost spent myself. I couldn’t help or “sustain” him anymore. He seemed hopeless. I left him so he could probably realize that he needed to change for me. Hell, he needed to change for himself. I wanted to know if he loved me, really loved me. Even if I knew with all my being that I would not and never have loved anyone else the way I loved him. I left him, justifying my selfish reasons. The plain truth was, I gave up on him.
I halted the car when I saw that familiar building. My heart was beating fast because somehow, I knew he wouldn’t call me if it wasn’t that bad. Shane’s apartment was unlocked so I let myself in like I always used to. I never bothered to look for the spare key. I entered his turpentine smelling apartment, dropped my bags, looked for him in the receiving area, then into the kitchen and finally in his bedroom. There I found Shane dead in his bed…Set by set like the waves of the sea, each of our special memories together flashed through my wandering mind. It took me back to where it all started.
“She maybe the face I can’t forget the…” was playing on the background that morning while I was getting ready for my first day in college. My hair was long and it was usually pony tailed so that I could give that feisty impression. It was my way of concealing how weak and vulnerable I really am deep inside. I was running late, but I didn’t care because according to my friends, professors don’t really come to class on the first day. I got to my school about 15 minutes late, with an expectant smile I entered the room. Shit, the professor’s here. I saw him, sitting in front of the class, serious and intent on listening to our professor. He took a quick glance at me, a very subtle one that got me into thinking if it was me he was checking out or that other pretty girl beside me. Suddenly, our eyes met. I knew, right there and then that he was the most beautiful man I had ever known. Shane casually gave me half-smile and returned to listening to the professor in full concentration. I resumed my usual doodling. Great, there’s something err, someone I could look forward to next Wednesday. I love Algebra.
Wednesday finally came. The class was about to start in seconds, but he wasn’t at his seat yet. Just when I almost resigned on the idea of waiting for him, the back door near where I was seated swung open and a tall young man came rushing in. I made my silent prayer that he’d sit beside me, I recognized his eyes immediately. “Almost late.” he uttered and gave me a faint smile.
Maybe a part of me already knew or maybe I was just shocked, but I scanned the area casually, and then I checked his body for vital signs. There was no pulse on his neck and his half naked body was cold. Eight hours dead at least I thought. Funny there was no blood visible but I could’ve sworn it smelled like blood in the room, faint but there was the smell of blood. I was still in shock so there were no tears yet falling down my cheeks. I called up the police and the hospital, respectively. As I waited for them to arrive I looked at Shane’s lifeless body. I noticed how handsome Shane was. More handsome and young now that he found a way to let go of his problems. More handsome and vigorous even without breathing, more handsome now that he is pale, even more handsome now that he couldn’t even smile.He found peace at last. From the head I continued to look at his neck and chest. I remembered the kisses I gave him and the kisses he gave back, I wasn’t just crying so hard I couldn’t even breathe. That day was so clear to me, it seemed that I viewed life from a new set of eyes, I had perfect vision. All my senses were heightened. I continued to feast on his beautiful body, then by chance I happened to stare at his left wrist and there a small line began to emerge from the arm. The cut was really small and thin, barely visible, and it clotted immediately. For sure it wasn’t the cause of his death. It was his silent melancholy. I realized at that moment that Shane was dead and still my heart was beating his name. It felt like my heart wants to jump to his body give him the life I took away from him. “I’m sorry I’m late.” I whispered. Then I covered my face and let myself cry until the numbness enveloped me.
by Jots (edited by Yunis)
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uhmm, I'm sorry to dude pare Jots for posting it without his permission. It's my way of saying that it's a good story line. Lam ko kasi na di mo ipo-post sa blog mo e. Apir!
“Please, come over tomorrow I goddamn need you.” I immediately recognized his voice. I know that tone of hysterical sense of urgency that never fails to make me rush to his side. There’s nothing I can do now. I’ll visit him tomorrow.
5am. After trying desperately to lull myself to sleep, I finally accepted that my effort’s just not enough to ease that uncertainty the weird phone call created. I got out of bed, took a cold shower and almost instinctively went to the mirror to look at my reflection. Five years and I’m still fucking haunted by him. After what seemed like forever, I finally convinced myself to leave the house. I went to visit an old friend, Shane. I got into thinking of that painful day when I decided to leave him.
The rain was pouring hard; it couldn’t have been more reflective of what the gloominess that I was feeling. I called him too, begging him to meet up with me in that park right inside my village. Four years ago, I was the one gasping and weeping when I gave him my letter. It was the answer to his questioning look when I told him that I had to leave. He was dragging me down with his depression, mood swings, weariness, misery and insecurities. I left him because I was almost spent myself. I couldn’t help or “sustain” him anymore. He seemed hopeless. I left him so he could probably realize that he needed to change for me. Hell, he needed to change for himself. I wanted to know if he loved me, really loved me. Even if I knew with all my being that I would not and never have loved anyone else the way I loved him. I left him, justifying my selfish reasons. The plain truth was, I gave up on him.
I halted the car when I saw that familiar building. My heart was beating fast because somehow, I knew he wouldn’t call me if it wasn’t that bad. Shane’s apartment was unlocked so I let myself in like I always used to. I never bothered to look for the spare key. I entered his turpentine smelling apartment, dropped my bags, looked for him in the receiving area, then into the kitchen and finally in his bedroom. There I found Shane dead in his bed…Set by set like the waves of the sea, each of our special memories together flashed through my wandering mind. It took me back to where it all started.
“She maybe the face I can’t forget the…” was playing on the background that morning while I was getting ready for my first day in college. My hair was long and it was usually pony tailed so that I could give that feisty impression. It was my way of concealing how weak and vulnerable I really am deep inside. I was running late, but I didn’t care because according to my friends, professors don’t really come to class on the first day. I got to my school about 15 minutes late, with an expectant smile I entered the room. Shit, the professor’s here. I saw him, sitting in front of the class, serious and intent on listening to our professor. He took a quick glance at me, a very subtle one that got me into thinking if it was me he was checking out or that other pretty girl beside me. Suddenly, our eyes met. I knew, right there and then that he was the most beautiful man I had ever known. Shane casually gave me half-smile and returned to listening to the professor in full concentration. I resumed my usual doodling. Great, there’s something err, someone I could look forward to next Wednesday. I love Algebra.
Wednesday finally came. The class was about to start in seconds, but he wasn’t at his seat yet. Just when I almost resigned on the idea of waiting for him, the back door near where I was seated swung open and a tall young man came rushing in. I made my silent prayer that he’d sit beside me, I recognized his eyes immediately. “Almost late.” he uttered and gave me a faint smile.
Maybe a part of me already knew or maybe I was just shocked, but I scanned the area casually, and then I checked his body for vital signs. There was no pulse on his neck and his half naked body was cold. Eight hours dead at least I thought. Funny there was no blood visible but I could’ve sworn it smelled like blood in the room, faint but there was the smell of blood. I was still in shock so there were no tears yet falling down my cheeks. I called up the police and the hospital, respectively. As I waited for them to arrive I looked at Shane’s lifeless body. I noticed how handsome Shane was. More handsome and young now that he found a way to let go of his problems. More handsome and vigorous even without breathing, more handsome now that he is pale, even more handsome now that he couldn’t even smile.He found peace at last. From the head I continued to look at his neck and chest. I remembered the kisses I gave him and the kisses he gave back, I wasn’t just crying so hard I couldn’t even breathe. That day was so clear to me, it seemed that I viewed life from a new set of eyes, I had perfect vision. All my senses were heightened. I continued to feast on his beautiful body, then by chance I happened to stare at his left wrist and there a small line began to emerge from the arm. The cut was really small and thin, barely visible, and it clotted immediately. For sure it wasn’t the cause of his death. It was his silent melancholy. I realized at that moment that Shane was dead and still my heart was beating his name. It felt like my heart wants to jump to his body give him the life I took away from him. “I’m sorry I’m late.” I whispered. Then I covered my face and let myself cry until the numbness enveloped me.
by Jots (edited by Yunis)
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uhmm, I'm sorry to dude pare Jots for posting it without his permission. It's my way of saying that it's a good story line. Lam ko kasi na di mo ipo-post sa blog mo e. Apir!
The Week that Was and The Week That Will Be.
I shall highlight the important and pertinent parts...
Last Week:
The week starts out rock-steady with a grounded, happy-feeling Monday; your heart's in the right place, it's plain to see. But Tuesday or Wednesday could bring a little tussle with someone who's just not as practical in matters of the heart as you are. Try to entertain their out-there point of view -- you just might like it. If you get some wacky ideas about the realm of romance, well, Thursday, Friday and Saturday are excellent times to give them a try. Sunday's the time for relaxing and rejuvenating, so don't let someone else rush you.
This Week:
Your famous sensuality is very much in the forefront from Monday through Wednesday; the stars are sending some serious heat your way, so get some romance cooking. Now's not the time for hesitation; Thursday and Friday are, however. Engage your practical side when it comes to love, and zero in on what's really happening rather than barging forward. The remainder of the weekend finds you in a happy, secure mode -- secure enough that if you're single, you can take a risk, and if you're coupled up, you'll want to tell (and show) them how much you care for them.
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This is beginning to be really interesting. But as of the moment. Consti muna.
Last Week:
The week starts out rock-steady with a grounded, happy-feeling Monday; your heart's in the right place, it's plain to see. But Tuesday or Wednesday could bring a little tussle with someone who's just not as practical in matters of the heart as you are. Try to entertain their out-there point of view -- you just might like it. If you get some wacky ideas about the realm of romance, well, Thursday, Friday and Saturday are excellent times to give them a try. Sunday's the time for relaxing and rejuvenating, so don't let someone else rush you.
This Week:
Your famous sensuality is very much in the forefront from Monday through Wednesday; the stars are sending some serious heat your way, so get some romance cooking. Now's not the time for hesitation; Thursday and Friday are, however. Engage your practical side when it comes to love, and zero in on what's really happening rather than barging forward. The remainder of the weekend finds you in a happy, secure mode -- secure enough that if you're single, you can take a risk, and if you're coupled up, you'll want to tell (and show) them how much you care for them.
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This is beginning to be really interesting. But as of the moment. Consti muna.
Of Corpses and Cases
I thought it was gonna be a very bad day. Who wouldnt? I woke up without no one in the house but me, myself and i because apparently, everyone went to Bulacan. I couldnt for obvious reasons. So, i decided to do the most natural thing that i can do, go to Starbucks and study. Ho-huuum right? I texted Ana and told her that i'll be coming so i'll met up with her there. Mainit ang aking ulo... Napapagod na talaga ako ng sobra at higit sa lahat, i'm uber panicking (di man halata) for the Consti Exam. I survived the whole afternoon with apathy and obliviousness. Ayun.
I was productive (or so i thought) i got to give na rin Joseph his "edited" short story and i got to read almost half of what i was supposed to read. Then Ana came and she entertained me by narrating her "Civil Service Exam" stories.. err, nightmares. Basa, basa, basa ulit. You wouldnt believe how Starbucks can transform into a real time punishment-inflicting Freezer. There are days like that. So Ana and I decided to continue our "quest for knowledge" outside Starbs. Matapos ang ilang minuto ay dumating ang aming kaibigan na si Jots. He was asking us if we wanna buy anything from KFC, sakto. We ought to go to Powerplant with Jots, since Ana's going home na rin and since i badly needed time to relax.
Lakad, lakad, lakad. Kwento,kwento,kwento. Tingin shades. KFC. Lakad. Ana went home. Lakad. HUmor Post to buy a card for Tina. A newfound friend na barista sa Starbucks who's on her way to Dubai sa THursday. Sadness. Then Joseph popped the "yahoo moment" of the day. "Gusto nyo ba manood ng sine?" Isip-isip. Consti. Isip-isip. Sige na nga. So we decided na rin to go look at the Movie ScHed. He was so psyched about watchin, "Into the Blue" apparently, he was asking this med student to watch the flick with him. Ayun na, "panakip butas" nanaman ako. Ouch. Dont dwell on the idea kasi nga gusto mo magrelax diba?
Balik Starbs para i-deliver ang "mainit-pa-sana-kung-nahanap-lang-agad-ang-HUmor Post" KFC take out. Chitchat with Melo na hyper sa kakiligan because of her "DJ Lover". Upo sandali. Jots came back sa table namin. Kwento. Head back to Powerplant. Surprise. Wala na Into the Blue dahil may shifting sila ng Corpse Bride. 40 yr-old Virgin na lang. SUrprise, late kami ng 15 minutes. So there, Corpse Bride na lang. Buy tix. Lakad lakad. Hanap ng Chips. Bisitahin si Mitch sa Starbs sa Cinema. Feeling talaga namin ni Jots kami ang dahilan kung bakit dumami ang tao sa Starbs dun. Kapal. Bili ng Nachos WITH EVERYTHING (sana narinig nyo kung pano sinasabi, laughtrip talaga!) at ng Melon Shake (?) ... Kwento-kwento ng mga profound and not so profound na bagay-bagay. Ayon kay Jots, "Naks, date." [Argh] Game na... Corpse Bride time. [Mumiel! and Yvie! CB... hahaha]
Oops bago ko makalimutan... I am totally looking forward to watching "Little Manhattan". Isa syang malaking Aww flick. Jots, aminin mo! Wag mo ko iwan sa ere... nag-awww ka din. hahaha.
END OF THE DAY.
I was productive (or so i thought) i got to give na rin Joseph his "edited" short story and i got to read almost half of what i was supposed to read. Then Ana came and she entertained me by narrating her "Civil Service Exam" stories.. err, nightmares. Basa, basa, basa ulit. You wouldnt believe how Starbucks can transform into a real time punishment-inflicting Freezer. There are days like that. So Ana and I decided to continue our "quest for knowledge" outside Starbs. Matapos ang ilang minuto ay dumating ang aming kaibigan na si Jots. He was asking us if we wanna buy anything from KFC, sakto. We ought to go to Powerplant with Jots, since Ana's going home na rin and since i badly needed time to relax.
Lakad, lakad, lakad. Kwento,kwento,kwento. Tingin shades. KFC. Lakad. Ana went home. Lakad. HUmor Post to buy a card for Tina. A newfound friend na barista sa Starbucks who's on her way to Dubai sa THursday. Sadness. Then Joseph popped the "yahoo moment" of the day. "Gusto nyo ba manood ng sine?" Isip-isip. Consti. Isip-isip. Sige na nga. So we decided na rin to go look at the Movie ScHed. He was so psyched about watchin, "Into the Blue" apparently, he was asking this med student to watch the flick with him. Ayun na, "panakip butas" nanaman ako. Ouch. Dont dwell on the idea kasi nga gusto mo magrelax diba?
Balik Starbs para i-deliver ang "mainit-pa-sana-kung-nahanap-lang-agad-ang-HUmor Post" KFC take out. Chitchat with Melo na hyper sa kakiligan because of her "DJ Lover". Upo sandali. Jots came back sa table namin. Kwento. Head back to Powerplant. Surprise. Wala na Into the Blue dahil may shifting sila ng Corpse Bride. 40 yr-old Virgin na lang. SUrprise, late kami ng 15 minutes. So there, Corpse Bride na lang. Buy tix. Lakad lakad. Hanap ng Chips. Bisitahin si Mitch sa Starbs sa Cinema. Feeling talaga namin ni Jots kami ang dahilan kung bakit dumami ang tao sa Starbs dun. Kapal. Bili ng Nachos WITH EVERYTHING (sana narinig nyo kung pano sinasabi, laughtrip talaga!) at ng Melon Shake (?) ... Kwento-kwento ng mga profound and not so profound na bagay-bagay. Ayon kay Jots, "Naks, date." [Argh] Game na... Corpse Bride time. [Mumiel! and Yvie! CB... hahaha]
MOVIETIME (ano naman ikukuwento ko diba? e nanood.. ganun.)
Si Jots ay parang pagod na pagod. Ang peaceful nya nun "nanonood" kami. Parang baby. Haha. Balik Starbs. CHikahan with Melo about her.... DJ Lover. Kwento kwento. Then Joseph gave me a ride home. So there. Relaxing diba?Fave Lines:
1. In Disappointment, we are perfectly matched!
2. It's just that things didnt go as planned.
3. Frankly my dear, i dont give a damn. (Yeah, Gone with the Wind spoof.. haay)
1. In Disappointment, we are perfectly matched!
2. It's just that things didnt go as planned.
3. Frankly my dear, i dont give a damn. (Yeah, Gone with the Wind spoof.. haay)
Oops bago ko makalimutan... I am totally looking forward to watching "Little Manhattan". Isa syang malaking Aww flick. Jots, aminin mo! Wag mo ko iwan sa ere... nag-awww ka din. hahaha.
END OF THE DAY.
Katunog Kulog
Una sa lahat chocnut, i wanna say thank you bluebayou to my friend Jason Pison for his attempt to visit me tonight twilight. Kahit na late ka na nagtext t-rex ay na-appreciate ko parin ito pirito. Why am i talking like this padi's? Well, Rockwell this is a result assault of our conversation sensation in Starbucks betamax. This is my way ashtray of coping with my depression altapresyon. Besides tha fact that my day oil of olay ended the worst way it could end amend. I tried laughin like Maria Clara rarara, tried talking like a repapip from the 70's shakey's and even tried to laugh like a gremlin aladdin. Walang epekto impakto.
Napapaisip ako tuloy. Kaya ba katunog ng pag-ibig ang tubig dahil dumadaloy din ito hanggang sipsipin ng lupa dahil sa katigangan? Kaya ba katunog ng puso ang tuso dahil mapaglaro rin ito? E kung ganun, bakit katunog ng Yunis ang Bungisngis kung sa totoo naman ang mas katunog ng Yunis ay pagtangis? =(
Napapaisip ako tuloy. Kaya ba katunog ng pag-ibig ang tubig dahil dumadaloy din ito hanggang sipsipin ng lupa dahil sa katigangan? Kaya ba katunog ng puso ang tuso dahil mapaglaro rin ito? E kung ganun, bakit katunog ng Yunis ang Bungisngis kung sa totoo naman ang mas katunog ng Yunis ay pagtangis? =(
Epekto ng Hyperacidity sa Starbucks.
Something's just not right. I dunno what and why i'm feeling this but today's a manifestation of why a long time ago, i decided to stop going with the flow of instability and romance. I'm being my old paranoid self and i feel like fate is trying to warn me to begin thinking again or else, i will definitely find myself HURT for the nth time. Optimism is at its lowest because of unexpected events. Ayoko talaga ng naiiwan ako sa ere.. ayoko ng naninimbang pa ako. At higit sa lahat, ayoko ng feeling na i sacrificed something only to find out that everything's to no avail. Nakakalungkot at nakakadismaya. Sa tingin ko kaya ako sinikmura ay dahil dito sa depresyong nararamdaman ko. Argh. Pero there's no one to blame. Lord, patapos nanaman ba ang kasiyahang na ito?
Mula sa mga [Livejournal] friends ko at sa mga nagpapasaya ng buhay ko.
Anj, i agree. It's always a good thing when you see your crush's profile in your "Who Viewed Me" list.
Paloys, for some unknown reason alam kong magco-comment ka about that grammar booboo. di mo ako binigo. pero di nga, totoo ba un? in fairness, if not for "typecasted" mejo keri un sagot nya.
What am i talking about? Well, i got that email which "allegedly" contains the Pinay Miss International's "winning answer". I have no idea kung totoo ito.
Paolo Manalo never fails to make me nod in amusement. His talent as a writer overwhelms the novice in me. Kaya naman ang Jolography ay nananatiling isa sa mga pinakapaborito kong koleksyon.
At dahil nga na-inspire ako ng sobra sa kagalingan ni idol Paolo Manalo (na sa tingin ko ay iniisip nang stalker nya ako)... Jots, madaliin na natin un Palanca entry natin. Harhar. I promise to edit your short story as soon as the finals is over. Ipagpatuloy mo lang ang iyong pagsusulat. Pag nanalo ka, uhmm. Astig ka. Hehe.
Annamitzie, nakakatawa na nagkukuwentuhan tayo sa cellphone. Parang kailan lang ay wala tayo load lagi. Nagbabago na nga talaga ang panahon. Gaya ng pagbabago sa mga pananaw natin sa buhay.
Paloys, for some unknown reason alam kong magco-comment ka about that grammar booboo. di mo ako binigo. pero di nga, totoo ba un? in fairness, if not for "typecasted" mejo keri un sagot nya.
What am i talking about? Well, i got that email which "allegedly" contains the Pinay Miss International's "winning answer". I have no idea kung totoo ito.
Paolo Manalo never fails to make me nod in amusement. His talent as a writer overwhelms the novice in me. Kaya naman ang Jolography ay nananatiling isa sa mga pinakapaborito kong koleksyon.
At dahil nga na-inspire ako ng sobra sa kagalingan ni idol Paolo Manalo (na sa tingin ko ay iniisip nang stalker nya ako)... Jots, madaliin na natin un Palanca entry natin. Harhar. I promise to edit your short story as soon as the finals is over. Ipagpatuloy mo lang ang iyong pagsusulat. Pag nanalo ka, uhmm. Astig ka. Hehe.
Annamitzie, nakakatawa na nagkukuwentuhan tayo sa cellphone. Parang kailan lang ay wala tayo load lagi. Nagbabago na nga talaga ang panahon. Gaya ng pagbabago sa mga pananaw natin sa buhay.
MANHID
For the first time this week, i went out of my exam room with a smile. Salamat Leg Prof, salamat Atty Ramirez. I got distracted by her using my blockmates' names in the questions but t'was a pretty fair exam. Mas ok sana kung ginamit din un name ko. Right Yvie?
People have been calling me Miss Leg Prof / Leg Prof Goddess. Isa itong sumpa! Pepay at Melo, 87 kaya kayo.. three points lang. three points lang! Grr. Bakit ako pinaparusahan ng ganito.
Thanks Meliecar for reading my blog. You were asking me why my "some kind of a love life" is so magulo. Well, if i know the answer to your question i wouldnt be as distracted as i am right now. =P As for cute na cute na si Pao Pao, kahit na ang readership ng blog ko ay unknown sa akin, ilalagay parin kita sa mga links. Kahit na tungkol sa Physics ang mga sinusulat mo.
Haze, dont feel too depressed. Kasi after nun Crim exam i was telling Ana and Kiboy na parang di na kaya ng coping mechanism ko un sobrang negativity sa paligid. Ramdam na ramdam ko na, di na kinakaya ng aking ever-cheerful personality. I'm not saying that we shouldnt let depression beat the hell out of us but we should at least try to fight it. Ewan ko ba. Di naman ako masaya pero ayoko din maging malungkot. :|
Mumiel! (tono ni pepe) wag mo na pinagiiisip un lalaki na un. I shall reiterate, for the sake of those who cannot seem to grasp the idea of MERELY FINDING SOMEONE PHYSICALLY ATTRACTIVE. Appreciating someone's attractiveness is not synonymous to crushing on this person and is definitely not synonymous to falling head over heels in love with him. Di totoo na kami'y nababaliw kay Starstruck Moment kahit na sa mga panahon na ito ay kami ang nadidiin. Totoong parang kailan lang ay nasambit namin ang aming paghanga sa kanya ngunit subalit datapwa't... WALA KAMI KRAS SA KANYA. KRAS.. K-R-A-S! THE, T-H-E.! YAK, Y-A-K!
Last night, i wrote a new blog entry. It's a sorta confession. But when i logged in again tonight, i realized... It wasnt saved and published. Wala na. Nasira na ang momentum ko. Ayoko na ulitin ang pagsusulat nun. Isa lang ang masasabi ko. "Sa tingin ko ay gusto na kita. Pero bigyan mo ko ng reason para i-welcome ko na ang idea na pwede tayo. Kumbaga sa Wonderfalls, say something. Give me something that's worth fighting for."
This line is dedicated to all the men i dated. "We have no tomorrow. But we HAD yesterday." Mula sa radyo ng aking sinakyan na cab pauwi.
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People have been calling me Miss Leg Prof / Leg Prof Goddess. Isa itong sumpa! Pepay at Melo, 87 kaya kayo.. three points lang. three points lang! Grr. Bakit ako pinaparusahan ng ganito.
Thanks Meliecar for reading my blog. You were asking me why my "some kind of a love life" is so magulo. Well, if i know the answer to your question i wouldnt be as distracted as i am right now. =P As for cute na cute na si Pao Pao, kahit na ang readership ng blog ko ay unknown sa akin, ilalagay parin kita sa mga links. Kahit na tungkol sa Physics ang mga sinusulat mo.
Haze, dont feel too depressed. Kasi after nun Crim exam i was telling Ana and Kiboy na parang di na kaya ng coping mechanism ko un sobrang negativity sa paligid. Ramdam na ramdam ko na, di na kinakaya ng aking ever-cheerful personality. I'm not saying that we shouldnt let depression beat the hell out of us but we should at least try to fight it. Ewan ko ba. Di naman ako masaya pero ayoko din maging malungkot. :|
Mumiel! (tono ni pepe) wag mo na pinagiiisip un lalaki na un. I shall reiterate, for the sake of those who cannot seem to grasp the idea of MERELY FINDING SOMEONE PHYSICALLY ATTRACTIVE. Appreciating someone's attractiveness is not synonymous to crushing on this person and is definitely not synonymous to falling head over heels in love with him. Di totoo na kami'y nababaliw kay Starstruck Moment kahit na sa mga panahon na ito ay kami ang nadidiin. Totoong parang kailan lang ay nasambit namin ang aming paghanga sa kanya ngunit subalit datapwa't... WALA KAMI KRAS SA KANYA. KRAS.. K-R-A-S! THE, T-H-E.! YAK, Y-A-K!
Last night, i wrote a new blog entry. It's a sorta confession. But when i logged in again tonight, i realized... It wasnt saved and published. Wala na. Nasira na ang momentum ko. Ayoko na ulitin ang pagsusulat nun. Isa lang ang masasabi ko. "Sa tingin ko ay gusto na kita. Pero bigyan mo ko ng reason para i-welcome ko na ang idea na pwede tayo. Kumbaga sa Wonderfalls, say something. Give me something that's worth fighting for."
This line is dedicated to all the men i dated. "We have no tomorrow. But we HAD yesterday." Mula sa radyo ng aking sinakyan na cab pauwi.
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