lesson learned

i have one story to share. so b.l. and i decided to hitch on pico's car. ok, it was my fault coz elo who lives also in greenheights asked him to ride with him but i was nowhere to be found. b.l. doesn't like riding with him without me (ahaha) coz he's too shy. (ohh... such a puzzle...) pico dropped rjude at ministop which was only meters away from school. and how lazy of him to ride on a car when he can walk. but anyway, i'll treat that as a minute-bonding among us. as we were on the street of ortigas, i think, the one going to la salle greenhills and on the side of robinsons galleria, a car tried to cut so pico stopped for a while and moved seconds after. to our surprise, an mmda got his attention and asked him to stop the car. and we were causing much delay to those cars behind us, when pico did not pulled over cause he only thought he did something wrong about the cutting of the car mentioned earlier. i, on the other hand, thought that the car was on color coding. mmda: sir, lisensya po. pico: ano pong problema boss? mmda: seatbelt sir. (pico hands his license and bl fixed his seatbelt immediately) mmda: sir, P500 po yun. P250 sa driver, P250 sa owner. pico: baka naman po, pwede nating pag-usapan yan? mmda: hindi po pwede sir eh. baka mahuli kami. pagalitan pa. sa metrobank na lang po. pico: wala na ba talaga? kalalabas lang namin dun eh. mmda: ahh ganun ba. san ba kayo pupunta? pico: pauwi na po. mmda: san? pico: diyan po(points and refers to his license) mmda: sir sa susunod wag nyo na lang ulitin. pico: kahit san ba 'to pwede? wala na ba talaga mmda: sir ganito, 25% din kasi yung napupunta sa amin diyan eh. pico: b.l., magkano ba yun? b.l.: P125. pico: pautang naman, bayaran ko bukas. (b.l. hands out his P105 and i give P20) pico: oh boss... 'to na oh. mmda: sige. salamat. mag-seatbelt na lang kayo sir sa susunod. and he drove his car with frustration but we laughed really hard. he really talks nicely and you'd get carried away after listening to his sweet words. ahaha i can even remember pico's quote: "akala mo, wala din palang puri!"

is it really necessary that you tell the truth when you are given the right not to speak the truth at all?

god! i just experienced one

this is the frustation of a frustrated med student

nostalgia is the worst sickness man with reason may experience. it really gets into his his skin. it runs in the blood bringing corrupted oxygen. one may experience difficulty in breathing. it weakens the mind. it gives man no time to react to the world. it makes the heart beat faster into a timing no one could ever catch up with. music is the number one cause of nostalgia. it is triggered by drinking liquor, scanning pictures, surfing the net, touching memorabilia and eating food. no cure, as in medicine taken up everytime, is discovered but by sleeping temporarily or permamently. just like the sprouting of herbal medicine in the form of tea and supplements, no truth are proven on what was previously said.

tired.

i must be really really tired. after typing a lot of pages, four pages i say, really made me tired. ironically, this resulted to another lengthy post of mine. and now, i write on the time i used to write. as i write this, i view the replayed episode of conan o'brien. and according to my also tired eyes, she must be the heidi klum (check the spelling, please). as i don't understand what was happening, (i wasn't listening, my ears are plugged with a dose of hawthorne heights to calm the nerves who just received a cup of coffee.) i see o'brien wearing bra over his coat which i really find to weird to react. should i laugh or not when i don't even know what is happening. okay, okay, okay... innocence is not a reason - that's why we have kids on jail. crap. calming me down is hawthorne heights. i randomly downloaded their songs for i don't even know them except their name and single, saying sorry. i hope that listening to these randomly downloaded songs would make me love em - which i eventually did. for me, they remind me of thursday ,with its lyrics and their sound. as for their get-up in the video, saying sorry, which was played at trl months ago, they look like click five. ehehe. they all wore coat in the said video plus the same hairdo. wow, now you see i'm a poser in rating, evaluating and comparing emo bands. oh i guess, pretty good poser. also, i'm really really tired. i just don't know how to face the fact that my folder was corrupted. should i cry or what. should i accept it and get through it or be pathetic and regret its being lost. ok so bye bye to all of my pictures since April and the pictures i recently uploaded last friday. i'm terribly sorry to all of my blockmates who keep on waiting for my posting of pictures at multiply.(wish you all could read this.) not to insult some of the people there, i'm the most pathetic people in the world. crap! i now don't have any pictures of my high school graduation, which i really treasure. shit shit shit. of all the files corrupted, why do my pictures have to depart me! help me. i must be really tired by now. this post ends.

so here i go again reacting to how loud people could get in playing dota. and i'm pertaining to ohc (oh holy crap) kid. he again, as always i suppose, shouts endlessly with his irritating voice and teasing his opponents to death. also is his different kind of charm, a charm not common to us guys, his being talakera. weird right? but that's the closest thing you could get. and so here i go again, obviously clamoring for our pc coz i'm still using computer on a shop. i really do hope that after typing this and going home, i would find our cpu connected to all of the wires and cables he missed for the past few weeks. i do hope that i could do my homeworks at home, finding the right silence (music plugged on my ears) while typing endlessly for our infinite number of papers. and now this leads to a realization that i procrastinated so much that i don't have enough time to do all of the papers due next week. three papers are due next week. on friday, i have to pass my reaction paper to All That Jazz. and tomorrow, a revised edition of christian civilization paper. btw, i'm going to tell my experience about all that jazz next time. i have to go now. miss... time na ako...

oh holy crap kid

there was this kid on this computer shop i was into who would surely get into your nerves.

i was supposed to look for resources for my North Am. paper. but, due to this kid, i could no longer continue what i was supposed to do. he had a voice which was parang namamalat. and i know, we all hate that coz we don't understand what he is saying. unfortunately, he also had a loud persona, as in, he screams a lot though his playmates are just two meters away. damn! imagine a kid, shouting with his namamalat - like voice while you're trying you're very best to concentrate on your paper. the worse was he likes to tease his opponents but out of unexpected eavesdropping, you would eventually be pissed off.

while i was biking around the village, i reminisced my childhood days when all i do was to play in the afternoon and no flooding papers would bother me. writing prelims paper was not even in my neurons back then. i once thought that when you become a twentysomething, something that is gravity-like would pull you to an office and making you a professional. i'm just on my first year but i'm having a hard time coping up with this (now the kid i was talking about is shouting) and i still have four more years to go just to skip what i wasn't expecting when all that i held back then was slippers for tumbang preso.

now i realized how hard it is study in an environment where people of annoying voice continue to piss you off. damn. i really miss our pc. or, this might be the product of creative juice drought.

ok apologies to the other post. anyway, i just typed that and this post on a computer shop somewhere our subdivision, because, the computer's not yet fixed! oh great! it's been a long time since i last heard children screaming while playing computer games. i think that would be the white dot days when we rush to white after class. we'd go home very late. and i can still remember how ben would make buyo (ahaha, conyo!) to the players with how he would shout at the players "balot!" ehehehe... then we also would go to the river and hang out there despite the funky smell of the janitor fish-infested marikina river. oh. i remember. yesterday, rjude, giordan (blockmates) and i played counter-strike. it's kinda lonely, you play against two or against one and you have to pay so much. (at c3, P60 per hour). i also would like to play with my former cs friends back then, when i was in grade school.

suicide letter

i'd be dead by now, i guess. the time you're reading this, i'd be on my way to somewhere i don't even know. floating around everyone's presence would by my hobby as to the point of taking a peek at how how you take a bath. ahaha... suicide letter? nope. bullshit. it's all because of all the chain letters and messages i received the past days, weeks and months. it started on emails back then. even when i was in grade school i used to have 'em. but. but. but. butt.(hehe) because of unlimited and infinite texting (for at most, five days), it is now possible. (possible sa globe) ehehe i really hate the feeling when you're anticipating for something and important and ultra-kilig texts you'll receive some crappy shitty messages of some sorts, using even god, jesus, death, mother, father, girlfriend, boyfriend, bestfriend, cross and all of the religious icons and everything they can relate to you. ahh... you just have to do everything, i mean everything! just to persuade you to do the spread of crappy and shitty and fuckingly annnoying messages. disclaimer: too much bad words in your sentences is bad.

for the second time, i'm writing my blog on a computer shop. damn! the pc's still on repair. great! it's a good thing only few are here. later's our incorporation rite. i'm going to explain that some other time. after my very very very long hiatus on my interest at photography, i'm back again. after reading some books at fully booked gateway last wednesday, my fingers and eyes are impatiently clamoring for camera. so maybe later, i'll give it a try. the rite's formal so i'll be wearing my coat for the second time around since third year's prom. memories... memories... memories...

delayed post

last weekend, i have seen the movie hard candy courtesy of a pirated dvd bought at carriedo by my sister. it's a good movie. i have seen it once and i'm planning to see it again. it's somehow hard to understand but it will take sometime for you to understand it. well, not in my case coz i asked my sister to tell the story to me first before watching it. and oh... btw, i'm typing this on a computer rental for our beloved computer crashed again for the fucking nth time already. i do hope that this day, it'll be at home. i'm kinda pressured with how i type this coz i fear people reading what i'm typing right now, with all the mistakes in grammar, spelling etc. etc. etc. ahahaha weird, right? coz people would be reading this anyway, without my revision of this post (as usual).

vanity

hold your camera parallel to the floor. you can make an angle not greater than 90. make faces... put your chin on your shoulders. put your chin on your kness. put them anywhere you want as long as you are lovely. strike a pose. press the shutter and see. if not contented, put some shades on. curl your hair. emphasize your bangs. just down frown. you are the best when take it at your bed.

nose bleed!

i'm really tired. i guess it must be the hectic schedule. i have to cut two of my classes, just to attend the signing of MOA of the new partners of pathways; USSC-RCPI and KC de Venecia Foundation. i really don't know what i was into during this afternoon 'til i reached the ateneo. it was held at the gonzaga function room. my ultra special thanks to my benefactor i was speechless the whole time. my god! my saliva's rotten during my stay there as i see very big time persons; such as Gina de Venecia, Phillip Cruz(her son), and some CEO's and president of some sort of USSC-RCPI, which happens that one of the daughter of a CEO is my friend and became my "tutor". thanks to them for they gave me a shirt. then, i get to meet dane, eumir and erika! two of my wish-to-see persons, erased. we talk, talk, talk and talk at what they call the conyo benches at gonzaga. i have to confess that my eyes are now devirginized of seeing some skin at a university. during my first few minutes at the ateneo, i thought i was still in school and following the dress code until i saw some girls in shorts and skirts. with my two-month stay at the ua&p and its dress codes, my nose really bled as i saw some hot ateneans in their mini-skirts and short shorts*. how i envy those guys wearing shorts and slippers at school, a big no!no! at my school. i got to see their newly-built swimming pool, only in the dark. pathetic! dane's right, i'm not over with dreaming at the ateneo. i'm so not over with it... *apologies to the harsh words. they are all but just expressions of admiration to those really really really hot girls.