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Hiatus.

2011-06-28T23:26:00.001-07:00

Oh-kay.

I know that it has been almost a year since I post something sensible here. Fret not, 10 followers (lol), cause I have not stopped writing. I have been, actually, writing for other people :( because that's what my job entails me to. But I have been writing for myself as well. I just haven't had the time to post them here because I have been so busy and it's a bit hard to sneak to Blogger and post them cause I just have tons of things to do. Seriously, mas malaki pa sila sakin. :( This post is just super short. But I'm actually trying to look at Wi Tribe's 4G and have it installed at home so I can have unlimited internet access for once and update everything that I have to, probably even optimize this site. :)

haha. Oh well, this is too much now. A stupid caller pissed me off while I'm in the middle of doing this post. Hoho. Grrr. Indianong bwiset!

Kahihiyan ni Carmina at Catherine Mones. - A Comic Relief.

2010-10-19T03:44:00.000-07:00

Nakakaaliw na nakakahiya lang na post. Hahaha. Hinahanap ni Mama yung requirements ko para mapaayos yung birth certificate ko kaya nabuksan na naman ang Pandora's box, err, red attache case containing all important documents ng pamilya. Akalain mo yun, kasama pala sa important documents ang old essays naming magkapatid.

Siguro kaya andun yun para ipaalala samin kung pano yung process ng naging paggawa namin ng essays. Hahaha. At comic relief na rin siguro.

Disclaimer: Nakakatawa talaga ang bagay na ito lalung-lalo na kung ang pagbabasehan mo ay ang ugali ni Catherine ngayon.Pangalawa. Nakakatawa yung essay ko dahil napaka-walang konsepto at napakawalang kwenta lang.

At ikatatlo. Paumanhin, mga bata pa naman kami niyan. :))

Goals In Life

I will begin this ~~(letter)~~ greeting with a big H. Followed by E, then a couple of double LL and a rolling O to complete my greetings HELLO.

I want to be a newscaster someday but first of all i will finish my studies and be a good child to my parents. Love me as I am and love my-self. To continue my illusiuns and be a good mother to my children and a good women.

But if I will decide to be a ~~(semenarian)~~ nun I will. If I could reach the heavens I will. To be a perfect people. To begine again for my life is there, I will save

So if my heart will be inlove I will make my heart clean before being inlove. I will show my love to others and make many friends.

That will be my goals in life thank you very much

Catherine Mones, grade 1.

My Family

I have a family. The members of my family are father, mother, brothers sister and a baby boy. Father is the head of our family. Mother is the one who take care of us. Mother is the one who cook, wash the laundry, who ironed the dresses and etc. My two brothers are naughty. They are studing at NTC. In that school, they are studying. The name of my brothers are Felix & Albert. Catherine is my only sister. We are always fighting. Catherine is studying in my school. Elbert is our baby. He is three years old now. He is always playing. At aged ofone he walk.

That's my family

Carmina Giezzelle Mones, grade 3.

I think I am SABAW. Therefore, I am SABAW.

Hahaha. I hope this made you smile. :)

He is GAY. I'm so freaking DEPRESSED.

2010-10-19T03:42:00.000-07:00

For the record, I love gay guys. I adore and respect them. They are so gay its infectious, I mean happy, and creative, they make good storytellers and scriptwriters and good performers, and they are so fashion forward I love them. Plus they're so strong they defy people who discriminate against them and prove themselves over and over, I may be thinking they are the stronger sex. Haha. So please don't hate me after reading this.

It all started when Issa shared this link on this page about Wentworth Miller finally outing himself as a gay man, with a picture of him and another gay guy walking along a street. And I just hate Wentworth Miller at the time. Well, up until now, thus the whole gay sulking I'm having right now. Wentworth Miller, Michael Scofield from the hit action TV series, Prison Break is gay. Its so freaking ironic, to star in an action series, a PRISON series for that matter, and be a gay man. Waw. I hate him. I hate him so much I can't stress it enough. And I hate him more for having a very cute gay boyfriend, too. And I fucking hate hime moooore for looking so happy in that picture.

I mean, seriously, its depressing. Did you know that I have cut a picture of him way back in college and I wrote an "I heart Mina" in his comic thought? Hahaha. Depressing. And I hate Isabelle too. She felt sad, she needs company, and she chose me! Hah. I cease to be your friend. Hahaha. Echos. :) Waw, I even used a gay lingo right there. Damn.

Tell me, how do gay guys multiply? Is it some kind of a virus, a 'bite', like those in zombie movies? But why do they always bit cute guys? Is this God's way of punishing mankind? By making cute guys like guys too, and in return leaving girls choosing the lesser cute guys to multiply and have ugly kids? Is this His punishment? Devolution? Or is this a way of ending the world? Human extinction? I mean seriously, when I was in elementary, the ratio was four girls to one guy, I do not know the ratio now, but I'm guessing its close to ten is to one. And then we'll have to share straight men with the gay populace. Not to mention half of the straight guys are not cute, crass, perverted and polygamous. The other half are either dead, hitched or in a happy relationship. Nice move there. I smell human extinction by 2012. Echos. There it is again.

Is it not enough that guys are hurting a girl every second that we girls need another reason to hate guys? You think you like a guy and it turns out he likes another guy? What a sadistic world we live in. The whole point? I just hope that cute guys will not end up like Wentworth Miller, or Luther Marabe. Hahaha. Tsk. Tsk talaga! Why don't guys in the likes of Tado become the gay guys? Why not? I wouldn't even care. Please. Hahaha.

I still hope Wenty and his gay lover will become straight guys again. Super sayang ang lahi. Truly sad about this, I got even sadder by the week because of this. :(

Now I'm done sulking, and ranting. I still love gay people. :)

Men!

One Step Closer: ChillCat, Our Brainchild.

2010-06-13T10:48:00.000-07:00

STEP ONE: It was one fine night in August when this idea suddenly hit me: If Cat and I love clothes, styling, and looking fine + a little money from our savings to start it off + an eye for detail + a little creativity + looking for a cute ChillCat model (that everyone will like) = PROFIT!

And voila! ChillCat was born!

STEP TWO: So now you're asking, if I thought about it in August, why only do it in March? The answer: we were kinda scared that this racket will not be a hit, that girls will not get our little vision: to eradicate the world with ugly-looking clothes one girl at a time. Haha. Okay, that's our little secret I'm sharing to everyone. But since almost every piece of clothing we have had already been borrowed by friends, we held hands and jump into the unknown seas of online selling. With things at the back of our minds like what if we get fooled by bogus buyers and all, but so far, so good. :D

STEP THREE: Another thing that made us want to do it is the fact that everytime we go to the mall, there are these clothes that are so expensive, if I bought it, it makes my wallet want to cry, and if I won't, it will make me want to cry. Believe me, I had gone through this a thousand times. And the sad thing? When you bought it, you see almost every girl in the street wearing the very same kind you are wearing! Goodness, all that for say, six, seven hundred bucks? Hell no! (Now this answers your never ending question of why not getting two piece of every kind. Plus, believe me, it's really not that possible.)

STEP FOUR: We feel for you. That's why, I believe, we are the only online shop that sells clothes that are within your budget. All under five hundred bucks, right? Our mantra: You don't have to spend much to look like a million bucks. :D

STEP FIVE: And I'm going to make this short now, please don't get sad when: we released our clothes so late, we just want each item to look fab in every way; or when somebody snag the one you really like, its really on a first come first serve basis, thus, another one of our beliefs, fashion waits for no one!

Now, cheers for all the beautiful clothes that all of you have bought, leaving Cat and I thinking "it's so close yet so far" (imagine how we always stop ourselves from not selling an item we really, really like, I could name ten for you right now!) just so we can give you fashionably cheap clothes that everyone will lurve! :D

Cheers for our beautiful model, Renzelle, the face of ChillCat and to all the people who make this racket possible. :))

Tenth Release, almost out! Find us on Facebook, ChillCat Mones. :))

- Chill. :D

OO IKAW!

2010-06-05T09:15:00.000-07:00

So you love me that much? Or hate me that much? lol. Its a thin line, that's what they say.

Yeah, keep on following me then. Haha!

I never did care about you. If it makes you happy, then.

CIAO!

He'd gone MIA. She'd gone nuts.

2010-05-25T08:52:00.000-07:00

Today is a very terrible, laughtrip, tear jerker, full of commotion, day. And it all started with the youngest boy at home.

6 am. Nagising ako ng pinagagalitan ni mama si papa for saying that her bunso has gone home when he didn’t.

MIA for almost 24 hours si Adelbert Mones. At kung kilala mo si Evangeline Mones, alam mong grabe yan kung mag-alala pag kulang ang mga anak niya. Syempre, lalo na ang bunso niya. By the time that I woke up, she’s gone ballistic. She’s almost a madwoman, crying, almost hyperventilating I was afraid she’d have heart attack (she do have that disease).

Text and call brigade has been done on the search for his missing boy. Suddenly, the house turned into a call center facility (I’m exaggerating on that part). Seriously, I was getting nervous and my mind was painting lots of scary pictures as to what has happened with my brother. No offense meant on people living on Tondo, but let’s admit it, crime rate at that place is freaking high especially in some places. The worse I have on my mind was my baby brother going home lifeless. Knock on wood. I was praying that the worse thing that could happen to him was with a broken nose or something. Mukha kasing maangas yun, plus the mohawk, so you could just imagine kung gaano kami ka-alala sa batang yun.

Off they went to Tondo, (Cat and Mama) and I was left to look after Peyu and should Adelbert come home, I could notify them immediately. (For their adventure in Tondo, please refer to Cat’s note. Hahaha)

They went home around 12 pm and I was just glad that our little boy was safe and sound. Apparently, he’d gone to his classmate’s father’s burial and got drunk he couldn’t even text where the fuck he is making everyone at home nervous and almost at a breakdown.

Sabi ko nga sa kanya, bat di ka nagtetext. Hindi niya raw memorize yung number naming. His phone swam in water that’s why. To which I retorted with, “Sa susunod tatattoo-an na kita ng lahat ng number ng tao dito sa bahay ng hindi mo makalimutan”. I was so mad at those two lesbians who fetch him, if something did happen to my brother, I swear, I would have them raped. The annoying part? It was as if they don’t care. His girlfriend would not answer the damn phone, the lesbian turned off her phone, and nobody knows where they are. Thank God for his pals, Kenneth and Kenneth for taking their time out text brigading everyone they knew in order to locate our baby. Even if Kenneth Mora said ‘Badtrip sinira tulog niya’, at least he helped.

Now I have three realizations for this day:

1. You would never know when you’ll need your friends’ help. Most of them are there during booze time, girls and fun time, you’ll only know who really cares for you when you get in deep shit. At least Adelbert found two. Choose your friends wisely. I have.
2. Men, in whatever size, shape or age, would never ever fail to make a woman cry. My father seemed like he doesn’t even care his boy’s gone. Says he was just out for some pussy, sorry for the term, which was backed by my uncle, they laughed which made mama more furious than ever. Jervy, just went back to sleep. Kuya Albert showed a bit emotion, but nothing more. Us girls almost lost it. Tas sila ganun lang? Grabe, now, I would never again dare understand how their minds work.
3. Love your mom. I mean my mom almost gone crazytowne today. A simple text as to where the hell are you would go an effing long way.

Now the only thing that bugs me is that, if your son made your day really bad, would you bitchslap him so he won’t do it again or you go to the mall with him and buy him a new cellphone? My mom did the latter. Now I just want to go out and don’t text her, I’d probably have a new cellphone when I come back. Hahaha.

Ang Hirap Maging Babae: How Not to Wear Your High-heeled Shoes

2010-04-25T08:35:00.000-07:00

Two things prompted me to write this. First is that Multiply draft post “Ang Hirap Maging Babae” that I’ve been having a hard time shortening (I remember Joseph’s calling my attention to shorten posts) that I finally had the idea of breaking it down into three or four parts. Depending upon my rant levels, that is.

Second is that one time when I’m riding a bus then a friend texted me asking how was I doing, to which I retorted with, “Masakit ang paa”. All because I was wearing those sky-high heels and walked along Ortigas Ave. under the scorching heat of the sun.

So much for an intro. Now here are the tips on how not to wear your high-heeled shoes.

1. Never grow up. Unless you live in Neverland, or you die young, its pretty much inevitable for you not to wear those killer shoes. At one point in their lives, I would bet my head on it that 99% of the girls I know had worn high-heeled shoes. Even three of the girls I know who claim to be lesbians had worn a pair during JS prom.

2. Never go to a shoe store that sells to-die-for shoes. Like those times when Issa and I would always, always drop by Shoe Salon just to try on those beautiful Keds wedges. Or in my poor case, never go to ukays with high-heeled steals that looks good on my feet. So you can’t help it. You’ve seen it, tried it on and for the love of Tyra Banks and Giselle Bundchen, it has one in your size. SO you bought it. Spent more than a weeks’ salary for that pair that added oomph! to your style. In my case, I saw one that I liked, tried it on and for the love of Imelda, it fits! (as ukays only have one size, one style) I am Cinderella! And its just over a little hundred bucks and still in very good condition. What could be cooler than that? So I bought it.

3. Its meant for walking not for looking so it did looked great! You feel great! Everyone’s jealous of your purchase. And then it happened. After walking in it sexily, you felt it. A slight pang of pain that makes you twinge every now and then. And then you had to walk some more to get to the main road. So you became irritated but dealt with it the rest of the day. Hence, the TIIS-GANDA word.

4. You go home almost crippled, corns and calluses on every toe, wearing that what-a-feet-killer-you-damn-shoes-I’m-never-wearing-you-again look plastered on your face. So what do you do? You tend to your feet, massage it and curse a bit. Then you go to sleep swearing you’ll never wear them again even if your life depended on it.

5. You wake up, take a bath, don on your clothes and eye those pair again.

End of story? Pikit-mata habang sinusukat at isususot muli, making yourself believe that it happens kasi bago pa yun.

P.S. Then you remembered you forgot to ”bite” them so they wouldn’t hurt again. Damn superstitions.

Reminiscing and Journal Writing

2010-04-25T08:26:00.002-07:00

I remember Patty saying something about girls who keeps journals way back in first-year college that I now forgot. (Enlighten me on this one, Pat.)

But if there’s one thing I’d like to say about girls who keeps journals, it’s the fact that these girls love to keep memories about the not-so distant past, however sad, crazy or stupid it may be. They’re never afraid to look back, learn from their mistakes, laugh at their stupid ranting, smile at their emo moments, and once in a while wince at what they did back then. In short, they’re one heck of bravery stuck in a 120-pound or so body.

I for one have journalsss. Sometimes, I don’t even get myself as to why do I have one, two, three, four journals; not counting my notebook-turned journals during those I-am-so-bored-with-your-class-I-better-rant-about-it-moments or my articles written in scratch papers, yellow papers, even at the back of my reviewers. I don’t know, probably because when the verbal diarrhea hits you, you’ll poo in any available sheet of paper you can see.

Some few nights ago, I was having a conversation with Mae about last outing’s inebriation moments when I told her I my college buddies and I compose a “Inuman Session 101: The Stages of Inebriation” back in the days. (see post in another article) lol. It made me search for one of those journals where I’ve written it and skimmed through the first few pages.

Yuck. I was bitter and emo back in 2005. Stupid boy-girl problems. Later on, journal became mooore emo with my ‘slit my throats’, ‘feel so empty’ rants I wanted to hurl. Seriously. As in I’m wincing as I type those words. Middle part appeared I’ve moved on and start ranting about profs, blockmates, subjects that I hate or love as well as inuman-bonding sessions with friends (the part where I’ve found the inuman session 101 post). Last part seemed like I started becoming lazy at writing and started rewriting quotes I like from movies, TV shows and books, and one from the Bible. :)

And that was just my pocket journal. Cool, right? I was able to squirm at my own mushiness and smile at my misadventures and started to remember things I would normally forget had I not jot it down on a piece of paper.

So what’s the whole point of this? Apart from the fact that this is my first ‘tapusang’ article in ages, I’d like to say be not afraid to write. I think the sexiest thing in the world is when a person is able to voice out what he thinks. People don’t need to see it if you’re afraid to show it. Do it for yourself. Just think. What if one day you’ll end up having Alzheimer’s? Wouldn’t you want to remember? (enter The Notebook scenes here) And laugh, smile, cry, loathe, love and feel the way you did back then?

Now ask me why I keep journals. Nothing. Just because. :)

Ooh, My Virgin Mind!

2010-04-25T08:24:00.001-07:00

I could’ve uttered the words, “Oh, my virgin eyes!” at a tender age of four had I known how to speak English back then. My story might shock moralists, and may even judge my mother and crucify her for exposing me to such kind of pornography; while hormone-raged teenagers under eighteen might envy me and say how cool my mom is for bringing me to such, wonderful (?) place, a number of times.

Let's start. What’s the first thing that comes in your mind when you hear the song “Wonderful Tonight”? Probably love? JS prom? Someone's theme song perhaps? For me, the first thing that comes into my mind are poles, smog, that awful stench from beer and cigarette smoke, big grotesque-looking guys with bellies you could mistook for a six-month old baby bump, cheap-looking blinking lights, and girls, dancing and grinding to that tune, while stripping their bodies off of that skimpy swimsuits. Oh, yes, the insides of a cheap beerhouse, invaded by a young, innocent child. Now, you might ask, what kind of sick parents do I have?

Before you go crucify my mom or burn her at stake, I would first like to tell you how I did get there in the first place. See, my parents own a small ice delivery business. We sell blocks, crushed, tubes, cubes and cracked ice to the neighborhood, and even to nearby schools, carinderias, sari-sari stores, and yes, to cheap neighboring beerhouses. Every afternoon, our delivery boy would bring in ice to these places, and since it’s still early to pay and customers come in at night, obviously, my mother would be the one to come back and get the payment at night, when the cash starts to flow. And I would tag along and while mom gets the money, I wonder and watch as these girls show to the rest of the world everything they have, every single night.

And, oh, it’s not just me; my sister too, had been there hundreds of times that when she was still young, she said she would one day grow up and become a “Japayuki”.

Now I know you’re picturing me now as a teenager who since had saw lewd scenes countless of times, I might as well be a stripper myself, that, or I’m twenty-one, out of school, unemployed, with three kids, my eldest aging five. You’re right about three things there, I’m twenty-one, out of school, because I graduated from a reputable state university, thank you very much, and I’m recently unemployed. But no, I’m not nuts to even get myself pregnant at fifteen, and have three mouths to feed at twenty-one.

Now, what’s my point? I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the current situation of our country with regards to the reproductive health bill, as it is one of the major problems in the land today, as stressed out by Sir Howie Severino via GMA 7’s “Kandidato” and his documentary “Papa, Papa, Paano Ko Ginawa?” and I think that I’ve found a viable answer to our worsening teenage pregnancy problem. No, I’m not saying let’s bring all our kids at Pegasus so they could watch girls stripped and men ogle their goodies and corrupt their minds, I’m saying let’s not keep the information from them. Sooner or later they’ll find out about it, or they’re going to find answers on their own. Who knows, they might even experiment on it and voila! nine months later, a new baby is born.

I remember my parents not giving us “the talk”, it’s really not the norm here in the Philippines to have that, parents are scared from having that talk. But mine did it in a different way, like my mom and I taking a bath together, and I see what a grown female body looks like, minus the stretch marks, (sorry, mom!), or that I always see my parents sharing a kiss (that’s a smack, fyi) or that if I do have questions, they answer and talk to me like I’m an adult. They did not tell me about “birdies” and “flowers”, nor when a girl and a boy kissed, the girl gets pregnant crap. Plus I’ve learned about condoms and pills in elementary. It was so cool, by the way, because I totally feel like we’re on equal grounds, but in the end, my mom always tells me pieces of advice that I took by heart.

All I’m saying is if we keep everything to the little ones, or that we do not talk about it, they will find someone who would tell that to them, be it sexy music videos, adult magazines or even try it out themselves. I think its better that it will come right out of our mouths. At least we know what and what not to say at a certain time.

It all boils down as to how parents do it with their kids, I’m not saying you expose them to such things like what my parents did, ours is a special case. The secret? Know what your kid is doing, communicate with them, and be their friend, like how my parents did. Now you’re saying what do you know? You’re not a parent. Exactly, I’m not. I’m on the other side of the wall, so I know how every kid like me on the other side of the wall thinks.

What was that saying again? Ah, curiosity killed the cat.

Cat, my sister, if you’re wondering by the way, did not pursue her “dream” of becoming a "Japayuki". She’s on third year now, one of the brightest in her class, and we’re both virgins by the way. Shh, don’t tell her I tell.

:)

Peysbuk Tsat.

2010-02-17T21:36:00.001-08:00

Isang araw sa Peysbuk Chat.

Mina: hoy!

Kras: oh??

M: Wala lang. :)

K: Bat nga?

M: Wala lang nga. Kailangan ba lagi may dahilan? Kamusta?

K: Okay lang. Kaw?

M: Sweldo na a? Libre ko?

K: onga!

M: Hahaha. Napaghahalataang mukhang libre e no?

K: yaan mu. Pag nabayaran ko na lahat ng utang ko, libre kita. Tas date tayo.

M: nyahaha. Lol

(after a few minutes)

Kras is now offline.

Hahahaay, patawa talaga. Nyahaha. Sino magtuturo ng Flirting 101 kay Carmina? Nyahaha. Parang gagu lang. Paano ka sasagot sa mga ganun? Nyahaha. :D

Nosebleed.

2010-01-27T19:53:00.000-08:00

I was looking for some email I mailed myself sometime last year, when I was still studying. And look what I stumbled upon:

“Now, judging Lozada’s statement to the narrative paradigm, Fisher says that “The ground for determining meaning, validity, reason and truth must be a narrative context: history, culture, biography and character. Now, I have only watched few of Jun Lozada’s statement to Senate hearings and though there are few glitches here and there, I could say that his statement has consistency and coherence. Whatever his first statement was, it is still his statement in the last hearing.”

“Having said all of this, I do believe that it has sufficed all narrative rationality’s aspect. The story flows smoothly which satisfies structural coherence. Lozada’s story and others’ (witnesses and alleged people’s story) has congruency which satisfies material coherence and also the characterological reference where all the characters in the story are believable to be in it.”

And then some more,

“I do admit that groupthink is not good and it limits your capabilities as a person. So as to prevent groupthink, I chose Irving Janis’ methods in order to prevent his. In my group’s case, is first, we should do the work beforehand so we will not be pressured. Second is, we should develop action plans and alternatives and to not just stick to the first thing that comes in our minds. We should also apply the “devil’s advocate” to question all everyone’s idea and have the prerogative to be a “critical evaluator” so all of us can express our ideas or objections without fearing rejection.”

I pretty much don’t understand most of what I’ve said. Oh, theories, theories, I spoke like I understood what my classmates had reported during those restless time. Hihi. When in fact, I think I don’t. I can’t even remember what was my report all about. At least right now, I believe I don’t. Bull crap. I don’t even understand nor remember what those theories mean, and what can they do to my life. Or yours.

Lesson learned: Not everything that has been taught to you at school, you could use for the future. Pretty much like this one.

What the hell am I talking about?!

Now, ask me more about Comm. Theories. :D

P.S.

I got 89/100 in this one. :))

On Cynicism and Believing.

2010-01-25T17:42:00.000-08:00

As a little girl, I’ve dreamed o f prince charmings sweeping you off your feet and happily ever afters; believed in knight in shining armors and in love conquering all. Oh yes, good ol’ Santa, too.

And then I grew up. Realized that prince charmings sweeping you off your feet, are indeed, dreams. Frogs pretending to be prince charmings are everywhere. Walt Disney and the Grimms brothers should be sued for feeding lies to little girls all over the world. And then you realized some more that knight in shining armors are just figment of little girls’ imagination. Up to this writing, I’m good I got over them. And one thing I’m happy about, I hate damsels in distress. They annoy the hell out of me. Its probably Disney and the Grimms brothers’ subtle way of stomping in women’s shoes. Very discriminating if you’d ask me. And clever!

I was eight, or nine when I found out that Santa Claus wears panties and cooks good food. I’ve noticed then that Mama’s handwriting was that of Santa and then my sister and I found out that they took us for a ride. Up to this day, I’ll never get why parents made their children believe that Santa Claus exists even if they could only use him during Christmas time.

At 21, I’ve learned that although lollipops and ice creams and chocolates are good picker uppers, they never really erase bad feelings; that as klutzy as I could be, I could deal more with skinned knees, paper cuts and Mama’s spanking than to lose sleep over some guy who doesn’t even care; that its easier to find the value of X in an Algebra exam than to answer someone’s question, “Have you been crying?”

At 21, I think, I’ve become a cynic. Always questioning, trying to rationalize everything, never believing. I’ve long stop believing in magics and fairytales. Everything has been Photoshopped, used SFX, manipulated by man. Now who could blame me? I’ve watched magicians share their secrets on TV, saw how a tool called “magic wand” could edit and beautify one’s photo, I’ve seen how people could be deceiving, its disgusting.

I’ve seen myself morphed into a nonbeliever. How every politician is but another greedy dog in my eyes; how I feel paranoid that an unfortunate looking person would any moment scream “Holdap to!”

As of this writing, I’ve been trying to locate that innocent little girl inside me. And you know what? I think I found a little piece of her today. That happily-ever-after-yearning-love-conquers-all-believing is still here. And it took one ~~good~~ great book about love to make her come out.

And if she would ever experience ‘a love so powerful it leaves you powerless in the process’ even just for a year, or eight months, or four days, or for even 36 fleeting minutes, just like in that story, then that would be enough to last her a lifetime. What’s that cliché again? Its better to love and lost than to have not love at all? Yep. That sounds about right. If you’d ask me, I’d probably say its like that of a shooting star. Its beautiful, spectacular, something even science can fully explain. But it’s there, and all that’s left to do is to savor its existence, and make a wish. Because, one moment its there, then its gone. Just. Like. That. And the sad part? Sometimes it happens once every lifetime. Not even.

Sheesh. Now I’m being cheesy. Don’t you think I’m starting to sound like a lovestruck puppy? Or a damsel perhaps? Damn.

P.S.

Don’t you wonder why the word believe has the word LIE in between it? I do.

Sequence VS. Sequins

2010-01-04T18:04:00.001-08:00

A lot of people are having errors when it comes to these two very different words. And I don't blame them. A lot of which fall on the category where they call “sequins” as “sequence”.

Real life example:

Scenario 1:
Mina: Yung isang kasama mo, yung nakakainis, yung bading yung Ingles ng Ingles.
She: Sino? Yung makintab yung sapatos na punung-puno ng sequence?
Mina: Hahaha. Hindi, hindi yun. *zips mouth

Scenario 2:
She1: Ay, oo tas maraming sequence diba?
She2: Hahaha. Ampanget naman nun, masyado ng papansin.
Mina: *looks at food, took a mouthful, zips mouth

Okay, I know you’re thinking “Si Mina, hindi nagsalita? Hindi nangorek?” Well, I didn’t I honestly don't know!

LOL. Seriously, its getting on my nerves. I know, I know, its such a small thing, but why am I making a big thing out of it. Because, it’s a small thing, and yet people don’t get it.

SEQUENCE = pagkakasunod-sunod i.e. dance sequence, or even dream sequence, or pinagsama-samang scenes, equals sequence, if my film aesthetics serves me right.

On the other hand, SEQUINS = that makulay na bagay na mukhang kaliskis pag mararami, at mukhang cheap pa gmararami o depende s anagsusuot at kulay. Yung shape bilog na may butas sa gitna.

Why am I fussing over this? LOL. Its just that my sister and I had a conversation about this and she relayed how her classmate (note: my sister’s a BroadComm major so imagine my surprise a Comm major not knowing this) laughed at her and fought that sequence nga is how sequins is called. She even said “Sequins nga yung tawag dun! Anong Bisaya? Kahit sang dictionary tama ako. Hahaha. LOL. You be the judge.

Oh-kay. I’m not saying I am THAT good. I’m not. Not even good. I am so bad at prepositions I forgot how to use them all right. Haha. Another thing was when I said "cans" in regard to the Cannes Film Festival. LOL. Then JB corrected me, and I said, "Ah, "can" ba basa dun?" Hahaha. See? The whole point? Pag mali, mali. Wag ng ipilit. :D

And, oh, Bisaya nga kami. :)

Kwentong New Year.

2010-01-02T04:48:00.001-08:00

Sequel ng Kwentong Pasko. Gaad. I'm bad at thinking catchy titles. Help me. :D

This might be the saddest (?) ugh scratch that, different New Year celebration ever. For one, Paopao, my 21-month old niece was a firecraker victim. And no, we didn't gave her Sinturon ni Lolo, natalsikan siya ng something from the kwitis na pinaputok ni Papa. Eff. Ang mas nakakainis pa? Ako ang may buhat sa kanya. Kawawa ang makinis na legs ng baby ko. :( Although, aliw na aliw ako pag sinasabi niya yung words na "Chakit, chakit." pertaining to her first degree burn. Papa felt so guilty with the firecracker incident. To think that this was the first time I saw him lighting them.

Two, Padis Point trip the night of January 1 was eventful. Sa daming beses naming nagba-bar, ngayon pa lang kami napaaway. And no, we didn't started it, but when push came to shove, remember that when my sister gets pushed, she'll push back, and I'm right behind her, pushing her too. lol. Very GG. :D The stupid girl at the bar started it, she unleashed our inner demonyitas and she ended up giving the peace sign not long after giving us the finger. Plus the fact that I got so pissed at brother's friend. Story in another post. lol. XD

Just this afternoon, Mama was asking Cat if we got into a fight the night before. Cat said, "Bat ako lang? kami kaya ni Ate." Hahaha. Being known as the goody-goody girl at home, pays off. Hihihi. Mama thought she started it. Nyahaha. *evil laugh

Anywhores, and for what its worth, there really was a cute, super ma-appeal bassist that Cat had a photo that Halloween special over at Padis. The snag? He sung ".. and my only PRAYERS is that you'll realize.." and "...and who will be DER to catch you IP you fall..". But since he was so cute and so maangas, I kept on saying "Okay lang, okay lang" and forget the fact that I am a diction freak, and he was committing lots of errors. He's forgiven, forgiven, forgiven. Too cute not to forgive, like Wendell Ramos cute! :D

Note to Self: Never go clubbing again with brother's friend.

2010-01-02T04:19:00.000-08:00

Reasons are:

a. too protective.

b. too protective I can't seem to dance with all the other guys without him lurking just in the corner of my eyes.

c. band vocalist thought he was the boyfriend. Eew much.

d. too protective again, that he could start a fight with other guys touching my waist while dancing. We're in a freaking bar, and we're just dancing, so back off!

e. when I refused to a slow dance, he literally held my arm tight, and for a while there, I'm seeing red. Damn.

f. the night ended with me, pissed off.

g. Oh, did I mention? Toooo protective.

So no, I'm not going out with him again. For the record, we were in a group. So do not think of it as a date-date.

Kwentong Pasko.

2009-12-26T06:34:00.000-08:00

Pangungunahan na kita. Hindi ko paborito ang Pasko. Mas paborito ko ang bagong taon. at maldita ang post na ito, dahil bad trip ako at hindi ma-access ang Multiply. lol.
Kaya kung ayaw mong mabadtrip.

Christmas eve. Punta kami simbahan for the mass before Noche Buena. I don't even know how Catholics call that mass, Simbang Noche Buena, perhaps? Anyhoots, we were so early so we bum outside the church first. I was with my siblings Cat and Adelbert, and Jeff. Suddenly, there was a kid who passed by and I bluntly said, "Ay, o, pangmatanda yung damit niya. Hahaha." to which with my sister retorted, "Ang maldita mo! Isang dipa lang simbahan sayo!" "E pangmatanda naman talaga damit niya. Hahaha."

Afterwards, my sister then noticed a boy, playing with a Kent doll. Sabi nya, "Te, Baing na bading yung bata o! Hahaha." Then she realized, the boy's mom was sitting beside our group, "ay, katabi lang pala natin yugn nanay nung bata. Ang ingay natin!" Hahaha. lol

Oh-kay. So mch for Christmas eve kamalditahan. :P

Noche Buena. Nothing much. We ate, and then we had chitchats, then we drank til 3am.

Christmas Day. So a lot of kids are knocking outside our house, looking for mama and papa, or me and my sister. By noon that day, I've distributed my gifts, I've only got Peyu's and James'. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I'm pissed off with 2 of my mom's goddaughters. I mean, ang tatanda niyo na,may mga anak na kayo namamasko pa kayo? Hello? hahaha. di ko nga napigilan sarili ko, sabi ko dun sa isa, "Ate Ging, grabe ka naman! Ang tanda mo na a. Haha. kasama pa mga anak a? hahaha." I said that jokingly. lol. Ang kapal kasi e.

Ayun lang. Hahaha. naiirita lang talaga ko. :P

This blog's all over the place. Happy Christmas then. :))

A Very Happy Christmas, Indeed. :D

2009-12-22T20:21:00.000-08:00

Alam mo yung pag wala kang magawa tapos naisip mong i-type yung name mo sa search bar, for kicks lang? Wala lang, bored ka e. I did that some thirty minutes ago. Una lumabas Friendster profile, Facebook, Multiply, then other "Carmina" and "Mones" yung sumunod.

I clicked the next button, and then I read the word, "Game show" and my name with Inquirer, I was like, "Whoa! Totoo ba to? Napublish na yung ginawa ko? Weh?" Hahaha. LOL.

I was so happy, elated even. Happy na Christmas ko! Haha. The article's the one I posted here at Multiply, "Nung Sumali Ako ng Gameshow".

But here it is at PDI's site --> http://opinion.inquirer.net/inquireropinion/columns/view/20091113-236090/Game-show

Thing is, being published over at PDI is one of my life's to do list, and ayun, nangyari na. Haha. Another one down.

Ultimately, I'm so thankful for this year. Sooobrang dami kong na-accomplish sa buhay ko. 2009 is my year.

First, we were able to pass our thesis. Given na ang bibigat ng panelists namin. Hello, Sir Roel, Ma'am Yo?

Second, I was able to graduate without any hassle. :D

Third, I was able to become a part of I-Witness' 80 participants for the docu-seminar. :D

Fifth, my article's on Youngblood na!

Plus the fact that I've got great friends, gained new insights, and my family's still intact. So truly thankful for this year. Thank you, Lord. Good job!

Hehe. So thankful for all the blessings He showered upon me this year. Thankful for the gift of being able to write... stuff. Haha. Since most of these accomplishments I've done through writing. :))

This year's a blast.

XD

Memory Gap.

2009-12-11T00:08:00.000-08:00

Meron ako dapat ikekwento e. Pero nalimutan ko na. Nakalimutan ko na sa dami ng ginagawa ko. Nyeta. Ito yung gma panahong nagnanais at nangangarap akong bumalik sa pagkabata e. tsk.

Iisipin ko ulit. Tapos, ikukwento ko rin. Kung maaalala ko pa.

Magkano nga pala Memo-plus? Bago ko makalimutan.

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Ano nga ulit yun?

Minsan, ang sarap mong tusukin sa mata.

2009-12-09T22:19:00.000-08:00

Mahaba na naman siguro to. Pilit kong iniisip kung pano ikekwento to ng di awkward o chicken na lalabas e. Eff. Mahirap ata.

Hindi naman talaga ko dapat pupunta. Wala na kasi akong moolah, pero pucha, nung nagtext ka ng “Sabay na tayong magpunta?”, biglang nagbago isip ko. Willing na kong biglang gastusin yung huling ilang daan kong tinatagong allowance, makasama ka lang.

Okay lang. Hindi mo naman alam e. Excited nga kong makasama ka. Tawang-tawa nga ko sa text mo sakin nung sinabi kong iiwanan na kita, dami kasing eche bureche e late na nga tayo, tinetext na nila ko. Para kang batang mawawala. Sabi mo pa nga, “Sunduin na kita? Sige na, please.”

Sus, kung ganyan ka ba naman kabait sakin lagi e.

Mas nakakatawa ka nung sinundo mo ko sa babaan ng jeep. Naghahanap ka pa, e nasa harap mo na kaya ako! May sinasabi na ko saka mo lang ako nakita. Nakakainis ka talaga, kaya minsan, sarap mo tusukin sa mata e. Asa harap mo na, hinahanap pa.

Alam mo ba, natuwa-kinilig nga ko nung akala nung mga bata, girlfriend mo ko. Sus. Kung alam lang nila. No pansin nga ko sayo. A ewan. Naiinis na rin ako madalas sa sarili ko. Bwisit ka kasi, ang tagal niyo na ng girlfriend mo. Maganda ba yun? Cool kaya ako. Akin ka na lang.

Haynaku. Minsan talaga, mas masarap na lang tusukin mata ko. At ng matauhan na. Tsk.

Wala Kang Kwentang Ina.

2009-12-09T18:07:00.000-08:00

BAD TRIP. Bad trip.

Yun lang talaga yung mga salitang naiisip ko para i-describe yung umaga ko ngayon. Alam mo yung pakiramdam na wala kang magawa? Yun. Badtrip diba?

Ang aga-aga, na-bad trip ako. Gusto mo rin bang ma-bad trip? Ganito kasi yun. Nakasakay ako ng jeep kaninang umaga. May kasakay akong mga unfortunate people. Yung isa, putol yung paa, may saklay, tapos kasama niya yung asawa niya, na pupusta akong bata pa, pero may mukhang pinatanda na ng kahirapan, tapos yung anak yata nila. Baby, mukhang ilang buwan, pero ipupusta ko rin na malamang isang taon mahigit na yung bata.

Sa buong duration ng biyahe, yung bata, dausdos ng dausdos sa mga hita ng ina niya. Hindi ko alam kung nagpapadausdos siya, o dumudulas lang siya mula sa pagkakahawak ng nanay niyang parang wala ng lakas. Alam mo kung anong nakakatakot? Nakaupo sila sa dulo ng jeep. Anak ng pagong talaga! Hindi ko maintindihan. Hindi ko talaga maintindihan kung bakit hndi niya mapigilan yung anak niya s apagbagsak mula s amga kamay niya. Takot na takot akong pag biglang pumreno e mahulog siya ng jeep.

Yung tatay? No reaction. Maya-maya, napansin ata ng babae na tinitignan na sila ng mga tao, nagdesisyon siyang padedein yung bata, nilabas niya yung suso niya tas dumede yung bata, ang hirap ng posisyon nung baby. Hay, naku talaga!

Kapag nga naman babad trip-in ka sa umaga. Hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit may mga ganitong nanay na nag-eexist. Sabi kasi ni Mama, lahat ng nanay daw, mahal ang anak nila, ewan ko dito. Dapat lahat ng mga iresponsableng nanay, kinakatay. Naintindihan ko na ngayon yung feeling ni Kara David nung ginawa niya yung “Hingalo ni Bunso”, nakapag-iinit nga naman ng ulo ang mga pabayang magulang. Burn in hell talaga.

Kung ako, hindi ko kayang buhayin sarili ko, nunca na mag-anak ako. Para ano? Para pahirapan lang siya? Di na rin.

Isa na lang, gusto kong sabihin sa nanay na yun nung pababa na silang "Wala kang kwentang ina, umayos ka."

The thing with Adel Tamano...

2009-12-05T09:35:00.001-08:00

..is aside from the fact that he looks hot, haha, he's also yummy on the inside. I mean, I've been under Sir Tamano's presidency at PLM and I really, truly believed that he did made a CHANGE. He's like our own Barrack Obama.

For starters, renovations were very much apparent in PLM vicinity during his term. The school cafeteria (I'm calling it cafeteria kasi sosyal na!) has been renovated, has its own air conditioning system and you can really eat inside unlike before that PLMayers call it 'pugon'. I remember staying inside the canteen whenever its cold outside. Haha.

The Al Carunungan Library (damn, I know the name, geeky much?) now has computers with internet, which could be use by students for free. Although, you've got to have patience as one of your virtues since it loads sooo slow. I just don't know if it improved since we left. Last I heard, PLM's a WiFi hotspot now!

The catwalks been renovated too, as well as a new University Activity Center was built behind Tanghalang Bayan.

And not only that, Sir Adel also increased the employees salary. Kuya --- (crap, I forgot the name of CMC technician, help me out here Kamaskom) could attest to that. i could still remember our chat when he told us about it. He was really commending Sir Adel for what he did, and a whole load of information he also shared with regards on the employees' benefit that they now enjoy were all courtesy of him.

Aside from that, Sir Adel is very much visible in the campus. Unlike Tayabas who rarely comes out of his office, usually with his guards pa, Sir Adel goes about on his own observing and talking with the students, ladies' shrieks (professors and students alike) follow him everywhere, I for one admits that I stalk him during his gym sessions at the PT Gym. Haha. Mondays, 4pm onwards. Hahaha.

If there's one thing I hate about Sir Tamano, aside from his sizzling hotness which is so hard to resist, haha, is the fact that he's so showbiz. I didn't like the fact that he got connected with the Katrina Halili-Hayden Kho scandal and get cameo roles on Pinoy movies. Showbiz, much? But I can't blame him, if he wants to make a name for himself now that he's running for office (senator) its probably just right to make 'ingay' for people to get to know him. But I really think its a bad idea.

Last week, I found out PLM's entrance exam is now for free. Whoa! Free education. He really is being true to his words. I remember him saying that countless times, and now, it really is. If he's doing this as part of his strategy, I don't even care, the thing is, he is helping a lot of kids make their dreams come true.

And with this, I end this post by saying, get to know this guy. And perhaps spare him a spot on your ballot?

haha.

:))

Copy-Paste.

2009-11-30T08:00:00.000-08:00

Haha. LOL. So what if I'm copy-pasting my previous blog entries on my Multiply site to my Blogger site? Hahaha. Its my site anyway. Sue me.

Haha. The not so cool thing is that, I've been meaning to post something really, really worth reading, something that won't waste your time, but I don't have the time. I just don't know, sometimes, out of nowhere, something will pop out of my head, and I'll get my handy-dandy notebook and I'll doodle those thoughts, and then, I'd look at the people around me, and they'll look at me like I'm some kind of a freak or whatever. Hahaha.

I'll still write. Whatever. Somebody behind me is arguing with somebody. I can't think. My chismosa nature is winning over my writer side. Bwahaha.

Savemore Shopping at MakeUp Bullying.

2009-11-30T07:54:00.002-08:00

Kulang isang linggo matapos mag-power trip ni Mother Earth at malasin ang Metro Manila sa eenie-minie-moe nila ni Ondoy e nagpunta ako ng Savemore Supermarket tatlong hakbang mula sa bahay namin. Yun ung mga panahong gusto pa atang mag-encore at si Pepeng naman daw hahagupit satin. Oops, hindi po ako nagpunta dun para maghanda sa parating na bago. May paniniwala kasi ako na kapag in-anticipate ng mga tao yung bagyo, hindi nangyayari at hindi tumatama sa area na yun. At, TAMA ako.

Nagpunta ako kasi, wala na kong pagkain e.

Anyhoo, di nagpunta na nga ako, kaso pagsilip ko, anak ng putakte, ang daming grocery hoarders, lahat ng pila mahaba, at lagpas-bente ang counters dun. Di na ko tumuloy, nagpunta na lang ako kinabukasan para mamili ng mga masusustansyang pagkain. Hehe.

Sa loob ng Savemore, na hindi ko alam bat Savemore e sa tuwing nagpupunta ko, nauubos pera ko, may mga tao pa ring naggogrocery pero di na tulad nung una, di yun, pinuno ko na yung blue basket ko ng Cheez It, Mentos, Nestea Ice Tea, Choco Chum, Prima Toasted Bread, Polo Candies, Lucky Me Supreme Bulalo, Happy Peanuts, Trolli Gummy Worms, Tortitas, Trolli Sidewinder at Nachos. O diba? Ang sustansya? Haha. Medyo nahiya lang ako nung nasa counter na ko kasi lahat ng mga nauna at mga susunod sa pila sakin, talagang mga karne, noodles at gulay mga binili. Yung nasa likod ko, parang di pa siya makapaniwala habang nakasilip sa basket ko, gusto ko sana sabihin, "Oo, hindi sila pang-bagyo, pake mo?" Hehe. Kiber na lang.

Cashier: May SM Advantage Card po kayo?

Ako: *iling lang

Cashier: I've received five hundred pesos, Ma'am, your change, *binilang yung sukli*, two hundred blah blah blah.

Ako: (sa isip-isip ko) Siyet. Yun lang, two hundred twenty five and blah centavos? Whew. *Sabay tingin sa cashier at abot na rin ng pinamili sa bagger.

LOL.

Ang pointless ng point ko. Tara, is da you? Hehe. eto na, parating na yung point ko.

Anyhoo again, palakad na ko sa labas ng mapatingin ako sa isa pang counter. Wala lang, naalala ko lang bigla yung lagi kong tanong, bat lahat ng mga saleslady at cashiers ng SM pare-pareho makeup? Sa probinsya ba ganun din? Lahat kasi halos ng malls, mapa-high end o low end e pare-parehas sila e. Seriously, bat pare-pareho silang blue, pink o green lang ang alam na eye makeup? At fuschia pink na blush on at lipstick? Sinasabi ba sa orientation ng mga baguhang saleslady at cashiers na dapat e ganung kulay lang ang pwede nilang gamitin? Sino kayang HR ng mga to? katawa kasi e. Pinagmumukhang ktawa-tawa yung mga baabe. Tapos isang tumpok lang sa bawat pisngi yung may blush on? Ano ba yun, kala ba nila porcelain dolls mga babaeng to? Kala ko nga yung makeup naimbento para mas mapaganda o ma-enhance pa yung features ng isang babae, pero parang sa puntong to, ginagamit sila para maging katawa-tawa.

Sensya na ha, sa mga guys na nagbabasa nito, kung meron man, hehe, kasi babae rin ako, at naiinis ako na nagmumukha silang katawa-tawa. Weird no? Talagang pare-parehas sila ng 'do'. Parang Barbie dolls gone wrong. Haha.

Sana magkaroon ng seminar si Ricky Reyes o kahit si Angel Aquino sa mga girls na to. At ng matuto na rina ko ng smoky-eyed na hindi ako magmumukhang raccoon. Haha. I mean, I'm not that of a good makeup artist either, heck, I don't even deserve to be called an artist in that arena, but man, I do have eyes, both still have 20-20 vision and I'm not colorblind, pero nasusuya ako sa mukha nila. Gusto ko nga punasan yung excess makeup ng mga babaeng to pag nagbabayad ako e, haha. Kilo-kilo ang makeup, at kung babae ka, naiintindihan mo ko. Kasi sa totoo lang, mabigat naman talaga makeup sa mukha, diba?

haha. Pasensya na sa nonsensical rants ko, eto yata ang epekto ng mga 'masusustansyang' pagkaing kinakain ko, hehe, lahat na naman napapansin ko.

Siyet. Di ko lam pano tatapusin, kaya ganito na lang bigla na lang tooooooooooooooot. insert color bars here.

:P

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HIATUS.

2009-11-26T06:52:00.000-08:00

Am'ma revive this site when I get the time. Sheesh. Time. That's what I need. Badly. And a whole lotta money! Yeah, yeah. Call me materialistic or 'mukhang pera', but I do. I need it. Who doesn't.

TEXTMATE, anyone?

2009-10-14T08:41:00.001-07:00

Bakit ba naimbento yung manners? I mean, may table manners, etiquette, at kung anu-ano pang tawag dyan. Dati kasi, nung bata pa ko, iniisip ko, kaartehan lang. Tipong pang mga burgis lang na nauso na rin sating mga hindi naman mapepera. Tipong pangdagdag lang sa lesson sa home economics, sa Good Manners and Right Conduct, o Religion saming mga nag-aral sa Catholic school.

Pero nung nauso yang text, cellphone, na parang lifeline na ng bawat tao sa mundo, sa Pilipinas lalo, e saka ko naisip ang pangangailangan nga ng mga tao sa manners na yan. Inis na inis kasi ako sa mga taong walang kunsiderasyon sa iba e.

Tulad na lang nung mga taong kung makapagtext e sobrang iksi na. Yung hindi mo na makuha yung thought ng message. Alam ko, nauso to, kasi dati, 160 characters alng ang capability ng mga mobile phones, however, ngayong pwede na namang up to 2000 characters e grabe pa ring magputol, naka-unlimited na sila niyan ha. Isama mo na rin yung kung magtext e iniiba-iba pa yung spelling at kung anu-anong kaartehan pa yung idadagdag. Sure, guilty rin naman ako dito e. Nung high school ako. Guilty ako dun sa mGa ganiTo mAgtExt, pA-cUtE pA kAsi aKo nUn. But that was eons ago, at hindi ko alam kung bakit ko naisip yun. Salamat na lang at natauhan din ako. I plead temporary insanity. No, scratch that, uhm, I was a teenager, therefore, I was entitled to be irrational. Hahaha. Pero naloloka talaga ko, lalo na pag nakaktanggap ako ng text message galing sa kapatid kong bunsong lalaki. Prang ganitoe xhia mgtext.haiszt!opoh! Yan, ganyan, ganyan siya makipaglandian sa mga babae niya sa text. Pati nga nanay ko e, yung gumagamit ng "me" at "u". Yun guilty siya diyan.

Bat ba kasi nauso tong ganito? Sino kayang unang nagtext sa mga ganitong paraan? Nakakbobo kasi e. Nung isang araw, tinanong ako ng tita ko kung ano ang spelling ng "occasion", o diba? Nakakabobo. Nakakalungkot lang, kasi alam naman na nating lahat to e. Ilang beses ng ginawan ng thesis, ng documentary, pasong-paso na. Pero wala pa rin.

Thank God nga, at natauhan kaming magkapatid (Cat) kami lang ang matinong magtext sa bahay, bukod kay Papa na eversince e buo talaga magtext. Siya nga ata yung dahilan kung bakit naging buo ako magtext. Hindi niya kasi naiintindihan yung text teenager. Hahaha.

Sa ngayon, natuwa na rin ako sa advocacy ng friend ng friend ko. Nahawahan kami totally na buuhin ang bawat salita. Sa totoo lang, mas maayos, mas nagkakaintindihan kami. Mas propesyonal yung dating, no-nonsense, at hindi ka mababastos sa text, para kasing nakakahiyang gawin. Obserbasyon ko lang naman yan, lalo na ngayon na hindi na ko estudyante, hindi na ko pwedeng umarte ng mga pacute, lalo na kung hindi mo rin naman mga kaibigan yung katext mo.

Text-moso. Text-mosa. Alam mo yang mga yan? May dalawang klase yan e.

Type A. Yan yung mga nakakasakay mo sa jeep, tapos mga walang pakundangan kung makibasa sa message mo, kapag may nagtext sayo, o may katext ka. Hindi na nahiya kahit pa nakatingin na sa kanila yung katapat niya dahil nakikibasa siya, di kaya nauuna pa siyang tumawa sa joke na natanggap mo. Imbyerna diba? Minsan nga, gusto ko na lang ibigay sa kanya yung phone ko e, at sabihan ng, "Siga, mauna ka na, nakakahiya naman e." Manners, people! Nakakahiya to, lalo pag nahuli ka. Tsk.tsk.

Type B. Eto mas malupit. Kasi makikibasa siya sayo, yung kakalkalin yung laman ng Inbox mo. Haha. Eto, ginawa ko kay Ghe dati, pero alam niyang yun yung gagawin ko, tinitrip namin siya nun. Hahaha. Alam ko, ang text-mosa ko. Haha. At least hindi ako nagmamalinis, nagpapaka-self-righteous dito. Hahaha. Pero nakakainis talaga to, lalo na kung may mga importanteng messages, ganon, na ayaw mong mabasa ng iba. Tandaan natin na ang telepono ay parang sulat din, private yun. Nagpapasalamat na lang ako sa mga teleponong tulad ng akin, na may security code. Haha. Bukod sa walang makakabasa ng messages, walang makikitext ng hindi ko alam, walang makakakita ng files ko. Hehe. Secured lahat.

Ang pinakakinaiinisan ko sa lahat e yung mga group message ng group message ng mga walang kapararakang bagay. Nung nag-aaral pa ko, laking pasalamat talaga ko sa GM na to, kasi dito ko nalalaman kung lilipat ba kami ng room, wala bang prof, kung yung assignment ba e tuloy sa pagpasa, at kung iboboycott ba namin yung klase, hindi kasi ako madalas magload.

Pero ngayon na iba-iba na tayo ng mga landas, e utang na loob, wag naman niyong dalasan yung pagpapadala ng mga mensaheng tungkol lang sa inyo. Okay naman yun e. Yung alam namin na buhay pa kayo, at nag-a-update kayo samin. Pero naman, yung mga sampu, benteng message sa isang araw, too much na yun. Paggising, messages mo laman ng Inbox ko, hanggang bago ako matulog, yun pa rin. Seriously, may nagbabasa ba niyan? Ako kasi, diretso bura na e. Kung nagloload lang talaga ko, gagawa na ko ng template na may laman na "Spare me your life's details, if it isn't too important, take me off your friends' list." aat isesend ko sa mga walang sawang mag- GM. E, kaso, alam mo na, di naman talaga ko mahilig magtext, so paano ko masasabi? Hahaha.

Yung mga quotes, jokes, trivias, at mga recommended movies ni Dickson (naks, special mention), well appreciated ko yang mga yan pero yung gawin mo ba naman akong diary, e sobra na. Yung paisa-isa, ayos lang. The hell I care kung nagpunta ka sa ganito, o kung kumain ka ng ganito sa ganon. Get a life. Nakakainis pa to lalo kapag naghihintay ka ng importanteng message e. Nakaka-excite na nakakainis. Hahaha.

Kung gusto mo mang sulitin ang unlimited service mo, e gawin mo ito sa mabuting paraan, or better yet, wag ka ng magsubscribe sa service na to kung hindi mo rin naman nasusulit.Minsan talaga, istorbo na lang tong mga to. Yung isa kong kaibigan, sa inis niya sa mga GM ng GM, ang ginawa niya, hiniram niya yung phone nung may-ari, tapos, pinalitan niya yung huling number sa name niya. Ang maldita diba? Hahaha.

Alam ko naman e, naiintindihan ko rin naman yung mga nag-ggroup message, dahil masaya sila sa experience, may nakakatuwang pangyayari, may maganda silang na-achieve na gusto nilang i-share, lalo na kung malungkot sila, yung mga naghahanap ng makakausap. And believe me, kung naka-unlimited din lang ako, itetext kita. Pero wag naman puro nakakalungkot, nakaka-depress kasi yun e.

Sana man lang, sa paglalabas ko ng sama ng loob na ito, e may ma-tap ako kahit na isang tao lang. Yung maiintindihan ako. Haha. Pero sa totoo lang, hindi na ko magugulat kung after nito, e kumonti ang messages na natatanggap ko sa araw-araw. Haha. Oh well, okay rin yun. Hindi naman ako nagpapa-alipin sa telepono ko.

peace.
rakenrol.

Tsinelas.

2009-10-14T08:34:00.000-07:00

Nagsimula ang lahat sa isang pares ng kakaibang tsinelas sa loob ng Nonagon Hotel na tinuluyan namin nung elementary reunion. Naaliw si Anna. Piniktyuran. Naaliw si Ella. At pinilit akong isulat. Tutal naman daw, "magaling" akong mag-blog. Hindi naman, enjoy lang akong mag-blog, ako lang ata blogger na kilala. Haha.

Tsinelas. Tagalog na term para sa slippers, o sandals. Flipflops, kung sosyal ka. Havaianas, Happy Feet o Ipanema, kung nagpaimpluwensya ka sa pop culture sa Pilipinas.

Tsinelas. May kumalat na quote dati tungkol sa tsinelas e, yung tipong yun pa rin yung hahanapin mo pag-uwi mo sa bahay. Tipong kahit naka-designer shoes ka pa, magtsitsinelas ka pa rin pag-uwi mo.

Tsinelas. Sino kaya ang unang taong nagtsinelas? Si Rizal na nagtapon ng tsinelas sa ilog? Haha. Teka lang, nalalayo ako sa gusto kong sabihin.

Ayos. Napa-google tuloy ako ng salitang tsinelas. Abaca pala yun originally tapos ngayon synthetic na, merong mabango, merong mahal, merong may print, merong walang strap yung suot ni Joey de Leon sa Eat Bulaga!, merong mura, may luma, may bago. Yung tsinelas ko ngayon, yung Bananapeel e. Nako, wag kayong bibili ng brand na to. Cute lang siya at mukhang matibay kasi matigas pag pinisil mo. Medyo may kamahalan pa para sa P100 na presyo niya kaso ilang linggo lang, pumapasok na yung basa sa may bandang sipit. Kakainis. Pero maganda siya, nagpaloko ako sa design. Haha. Nakakaputi ng paa. Maski yung Planet ganun din. Di ko pa rin nga nahahanap yung perfect tsinelas para sakin e, pero ayos lang, magtatry pa rin ako ng ibang brand, yung kasya sa budget, hindi ako maghihikahos, at hindi ako magwawala pag nawala dahil, libo siya!

Napalo ka na ba ng tsinelas?

Bukod sa pang-porma at komportableng ibinibigay nito satin, isa pa yan sa mga matibay na ebidensya kung bakit buhay na buhay pa rin ang tsinelas ngayon. Hahaha. Naalala ko nga yung pamangkin ko. Si Peyu. Makulit kasi, papaluin ng lola namin ng tsinelas, sinabihan ba naman niya ng " Wag! Hugasan mo muna yang tsinelas mo, ang dumi-dumi, ipapalo mo sakin?" malditang bata. Ayun. Hindi nga siya napalo, natawa na rin kami. Pero masakit mapalo ng tsinelas a, lalo na yung alpombra. Wapak! Takot ako dun e. Hahaha.

Alam mo yung mga miniature tsinelas na ginagawang keychain? Tapos, kapag magboyfriend kayo, tig-isa kayo, hahaha. Mais, siyet. Haha. Pero ang kyut, aaminin ko. Kung sinuman nakaisip nun, haha. Hahanapin ko rin nga yung kapares nung tsinelas ko. Ayun, Naalala ko na yung punchline. Tipong, walang silbi yung isang tsinelas kapag wala yung isa. Ayun lang. Parang medyo hawig pa sa anecdote kay Rizal, cheesy nga lang. Hehe. Bat tsinelas, magagamit ba ang sapatos kapag isa lang?

Teka. Ang layo ko na talaga. Ang layo na ng nalakad namin ng tsinelas ko. Haha. Itutuloy ko na yung kwento. Ganito kasi yun. Kakaiba yung tsinelas dun sa hotel e. Yung isa, pula, yung isa blue. Tapos, may gupit sila dun sa bandang itaas, talagang mapapansin mo siya. Yun ang papansin na tsinelas. Sinukat namin, aba! Kasya, size seven, tig-isa kami ni Ella. Naisip pa nga namin na, bat kaya ganun yung tsinelas? Para di manakaw? E kahit benteng pares nun, kasya sa laki ng bag ko e. Pwera biro, ganun kalaki bag ko. Haha. Istilo? A ewan, ayoko ng isipin. Ang kulit kasi ni Ella e, nagpauto pa ko. Hahahaha.

Tsinelas. Flipflops. Alpombra. May bakya pa. Ayos, dati, minamaliit diba? Ngayon, fashion statement na. Pero bat bawal sa opisina? Di ba makakapagtrabaho mga tao kung naka-tsinelas? Asa sapatos ba ang mga utak nila? Napaka-flexible nga ng tsinelas e. Hindi nananakit at nang-mumurder ng paa. Tapos, kapag umulan, hindi masisira, di tulad ng sapatos, kailangan pa patuyuin sa likod ng ref.

A, ewan. Matutulog na rin ako. Baka mapalo ako ng alpombra ni Mama pag di na naman ako gumising ng maaga. Haha. May alpombra pa ba? Sana managinip ako, suot niya na yung isang pares ng tsinelas ko.

Woot. Mais na nga. Tsk.

Hate that I Love You.

2009-10-14T08:29:00.001-07:00

If you want to understand the concept of a love-hate relationship, then I'll give you a very concrete example. The shoes I recently purchased looked soo sexy on my feet, but it slowly and painstakingly kills my feet. But since I really, really liked seeing them on my feet, I just learn to deal with it regardless of the bruises and callouses my feet accumulated every time I wear them. I love and hate it at the same time. And I'm so close to just letting it go, but not yet. I’m waiting for it to come around and learn to know that we belong together. Hehe. See?

MY STEPFORD BOYFRIEND.

2009-10-11T07:14:00.000-07:00

The bright side of not having a work, as of press time, is having the TIME. Not having the time of my life per se, but having more than enough time to think about things that matter, or in this case, does not matter.

So you've watched the Stepford Wives, that Nicole Kidman movie that makes all women in the neighborhood be like Martha Stewart, on steroids. But wait, there's more. She's also pretty, all smiles, never whining, and follows every single command his husband tells her to do, which makes her the perfect wife. Still not getting it? Okay, think about Barbie-Martha-Stewart-and-the-best-nanny-in-the-world all rolled into one. Every guys' fantasy, so it seems.

This is a looong post, but if you have the time, keep on reading till the the last word.

So I've been thinking, what if all of this was true? what if there really is that one tiny magic microchip that could make you your own Stepford wife? I mean, I was thinking, if I were to make my own Stepford husband, or boyfriend, for that matter, I would re-modify that damn chip according to my preferences, and here's the outcome.

HE DOES NOT NEED TO BE GORGEOUS. Okay, just a bit. And he needs to be presentable. Enough that my parents and my siblings can't say a single 'lait' to him anymore than I can take. Yeah. We are that family. They'd say mga laitero't laitera. But I'd say, brave people who can be truly honest to themselves, and to the people around them, but always get mistaken as brutally frank people.

HE SHOULD NOT LIKE HIPHOP. Everything about it. Or he could, just as long as he put it in a tiny compartment inside his brain, lock the key and throw it away forever. And yes, future boyfriend, I am doing you a very big favor.

HE SHOULD LIKE READING, WATCHING MOVIES AND TV AND LISTENING TO MUSIC. So we'd have something to talk about. You could tell me which book is a good read, which TV show do you hate and which band you really like. Likewise, I could tell you what I think about this and that character or I could tell you about my love for writing without boring you to death, and you could boost my morale. I could watch movies with you and you could introduce me to new bands, or we could go to concerts of artists that we both like. In short, he should be a couch potato, like me. So we could cuddle while doing all of the above-mentioned things. :)

HE SHOULD HAVE A SPORT. So I could wear an "i-heart-(insert name here)" tee and cheer you on.

HE SHOULD BE MY WORST CRITIC, AND MY NUMBER ONE FAN. Hey, I don't like it when you always compliment me. That's my mom's job. It'll just go inside my head and I'd look like an oversized Tweety Bird. Besides, if you keep on doing that, I might end up not looking for improvements and just be there. Not moving forward. You could tell me if my makeup's too much, or if my breath stinks, or if I'm using wrong grammar, or if I'm overreacting, or if I'm being too mean to people. Tell me if my saying 'ulol' is bothering you because it's not lady-like, or if my cooking's bad, just say it they way I would critic you. But tell me too if I'm doing a good job, or if you really like my adobo, or if my new dress looks good on me. It wouldn't hurt you to worship me once in a while.

HE SHOULD BE A GOOD LISTENER AND A KEEN OBSERVER. Because, if he is, he remembers the littlest details. Like how I get an upset stomach if I drink tap water, Or how I hate banana ketchup and loves tomato ketchup.

HE SHOULD HAVE A MIND OF HIS OWN. Oh-kay. So I'm negating the whole Stepford boyfriend point, but I still think he should have a mind of his own. He should have principles and priorities. Dreams. And goals. And he knows the path to take, or at least has the map and compass to get there. Or even just a teensy bit idea, and work from there. And of course, he also dreams of going there, with me.

HE SHOULD BE SPONTANEOUS AND CRAZY. People thinks or has an idea that I am walking on a straight line. So yeah, you can make me do crazy little stuffs, spontaneous things. Make my straight go curvy as I make my journey.

HE SHOULD NEVER PULL AN EDWARD-CULLEN-STUNT ON ME. You know, leaving without a warning, leaving while I'm so high. That's just plain mean. Yes, never leave me. But since, dear, I'm stupid enough to let you have a mind of your own, when that time ever comes up, yes, you can pull the edward-stunt, and do it the way he did it. Be man enough to do it. You should have the balls and go look me in the eye and tell me it's over.

HE SHOULD HAVE A PATIENCE. After all, it is a virtue. And I mean, patience, with me. Like he could put up with all my mood swings: talking to you, not talking to you because, I am moody. Having the patience to help me when I'm shopping for the perfect dress, or shoes; the patience to go with all the chick flicks I so wanted to watch; the patience for my being a perennial latecomer; the patience with my constant ranting and unconscious repeating of stories that I like or I don't; and the patience with my meanness, because, baby, I am mean, and I am bound to say lots of it when I'm with you. And yeah, make me stop.

HE SHOULD HAVE, EVEN A SINGLE ROMANTIC BONE IN HIS BODY. Or even just a tiny romantic nerve ending, just to put up with my mushyness, and I'll make up for the entire bone for you, because I have lots of that.

And above all, HE SHOULD LOVE MY FAMILY AND MY FRIENDS. Because they mean the world to me. A few dates with them wouldn't hurt. And if he does really love me, he'd love them, or even like them or just plain understand why I keep them in my life.

Oh, and before I forgot, HIS HEART HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN. I don't have an explanation why, but I really do want this. In fact, I hope every single person in this world have this last one.

Ha-ha. Snapping back to reality, these are my words for me: "YOU WISH!" I don't even know how to put this and that when it comes to technology,let alone re-modify a microchip! Heck, I don't even know how to make my personal Multiply lay out. Ha ha ha. But hey, this is just me being imaginative, romantic, and downright demanding. I'm having delusions of grandeur if you may add. Two words again. GOOD LUCK!

So if you were to re-modify the good ol' Stepford chip, what would yours be?

P.S. My microchip has a name already: "KEN". An my patent would have to be Alex Band. Or Wentworth Miller. Or Chace Crawford. Hell, I want them all. And they'd be my ARMY.

:)