Archive for September, 2006

30
Sep

Milenyo Sux

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The noise from a bunch of debris slamming into my bedroom window woke me up from my peaceful slumber. I checked out the scenario outside, and heck, I swear it was an exact notion of a nightmare.

Debasteyting. Milenyo was just so debasteyting.

I tried calling Saladboy to tell him how the bubong of my kapitbahay is starting to fly away, but alas, nothing but a steady toot-toot on the phone. Just then, the lights started to flicker, went dim, tapos biglang nag-brownout.

Great.

I slithered my way to the phone and tried dialing Saladboy’s number again. Toot-toot. I dialed another number, then another. Toot-toot. Shit.

Id: Keep on dialing.

Ego: BOBO ka? Busy nga diba!

I followed my id and as you would have thought, after dialing gazillions of numbers, I ended up with nothing but a puffed-up index finger, and a bleeding ego.

Deym. Nakidalamhati ang ulan sa ‘king frustration as the wind began to blow like hell. It was all dreamy-ish and suddenly I got an eerie feeling.

I was half-expecting that a ghost or something would show up, you know like in horror flicks when my lil sister came screaming like a maniac, walang tubig!

Miseries. Miseries.

Good thing the maelstrom’s now over.

23
Sep

Serves you right.

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It was not deliberate. It was not my fault.

I just wish I had a camera with me to capture that sour face. And as I think of you, I wish I had done it on purpose. The mere thought of it gives me unexplainable bliss. I can imagine how much extra bliss it gave me if I really had planned on it. And it justifies everything.

It was your fault. You should have known better than to goof around like that and not listen. Poor thing.

Now you know who you’re dealing with.

I had every right to call who I want to call. It just so happened that it was you who caught my eye. I never thought you were that vulnerable.

And, if I remember it right, I repeated the question several times, rephrased and translated it into a language anyone, even a retarded tree frog would understand.

I asked you a question; you did not know the answer. Simple as that.

You came in late? The hell I care.

If it makes me evil, then yes, I am. Drop dead.

17
Sep

Respite, respite and nepenthe

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It was Friday.

Feeling all drained and exhausted from a day’s swim, I can barely focus my attention in class and all I did was to stare blearily into nothingness.

I was about to drift off when out of the blue, my dearest and most notorious professor, Ginang Carmencita Padilla Amon announced that our final meeting would be on October 12.

I don’t know why, but there was something in the way she said it that sent sudden spurts of adrenaline into my system. Sudden spurts that triggered violent jolts of electricity flowing through my veins and made my body roar back to life.

In an instant, I’m all wide-awake and hyper.

OCTOBER 12, 2006. *sob* The feeling is really beyond words.

I can’t buh-lieve it! Finally… after threading five taxing months, I am now counting down the days till the end of the semester! I’m so ecstatic I feel like doing two hundred cartwheels!

No Profs, no Know-It-All classmates, no sociological theories, no swimming, and no scandals, just days of sweet respite and nights of absolute quiescence. I can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel. I can’t wait!

14
Sep

I am a Sociopath.

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My being aloof and cold with THEM (I don’t wanna mention their names), is really off the wall, I must admit. But I do have my reasons.

Being a semi-pseudo-sociopath has some interesting pros by the way, here are some:

>When you are a sociopath, you need not engage yourself in platonic rituals (waving goodbye, sharing meals, laughing at corny jokes etc.)

>When you are a sociopath, you do not feel compelled to join THEM and eat lunch or whatever (and spend your money on something that does not taste like food at all)

>When you are a sociopath, you get to focus on the smaller details of your inner self, and learn to appreciate simplicity.

>When you are a sociopath, you need not say sorry and feel guilty for committing something which is quite shallow and pointless.

>When you are a sociopath, you wouldn’t have to hang out with THEM and tolerate the yabang of one of THEM.

>When you are a sociopath, no one would snatch your snack away from you, which in plain language, I call buraot.

>When you are a sociopath, you have the luxury of going home early.

>When you are a sociopath, you feel more independent.

>When you are a sociopath, you wouldn’t have to deal with PERSONS breaking down mentally.

>When you are a sociopath, you need not wait for anything, or anyone.

14
Sep

Ang Broadway Centrum

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I thought that going to Broadway Centrum (Eat Bulaga) would be such an experience. It turned out, really, to be AN experience.

Ok, it would be an understatement if I would call Broadway Centrum ‘just grimy’.

Everything, from the handrails to the seat, is covered with an unseen army of potential pathogens. I was so appalled at the sight of it all, being a person deeply blinded by the ferocity of beauty. And I can smell all sorts of stuff. ALL sorts of stuff, that I find pretty obscene that I prefer not to enumerate them here.

My classmate is sooo excited, however, about Broadway Centrum and all that Eat Bulaga thingie. And who am I to complain about what I see, smell, feel, hear, and gawd, even taste, if he’s so like soaring in the heights of gaiety.

I don’t know if some of you remember ‘The Scariest Places on Earth’ TV show, which features a number of relatively spooky places most of which are hospitals, titanic houses, dungeons, castles, or any deserted place. I honestly think they should feature Broadway Centrum in that, say, Broadway Horror or something like that.

And, if I were to choose between the Gobi Desert and the Broadway Centrum I would choose the first, well because it is clutter-free in the desert, and all you see is sand. No annoying and disturbing ‘things’.

I vow never, EVER, to enter that ghastly Broadway Centrum.

Nonetheless, I’m still watching Eat Bulaga.

14
Sep

Spell Lunod

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Never, in my entire 17 years of existence did I wish that I would take swimming as PE1.

But just like Newton’s discovery of the Law of Gravitational Pull, it came up like, poof. And there it was, neatly written in bold letters: Swimming.

Did I mention that I dislike sports? Anything that has to do with lifting anything heavier than a two-button mouse is not my thing. And no, I am not the geeky type. I am just one of those people who do not extract enjoyment from ‘ball’ sports (volleyball, basketball, softball, baseball etc.) Good gracious! I can hardly dribble, and now I’m asked to swim?!

Ok, swimming is not comparable to any ‘ball’ sport, but, it’s still a SPORT, graced by a ‘highest governing body in the implementation of rules in swimming’, the Federation Internationale de Natation de Amateur.

How amusing.

And then there’s this whole thing about chlorine and other chemicals (according to our discussion) in the water that might potentially make me less of a person.

After a day’s swim, I noticed blisters, or in my case, butlig. In my face.

Gawd, I am so dead pissed off.

Right then, I thought that it would be cool to get a nice tan. But then since most Filipinos are way too xenocentric, (which in sociology means ‘the idea of what is best and that one’s lifestyle, products or ideas are inferior to that of others’) this thing about tan is not so cool anymore. But boy, do I give a damn.

Life can be so cruel.

14
Sep

READ and HELP: Sleeping Disorder, No, Not Insomnia..Worse.

By lordphilo16 1 Comment
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>Counting sheep and/or lambs won’t work.

>Watching mushy VH1 won’t work.

>Sleeping pills, I must say, won’t work.

>Reading old magazine won’t work.

>Reading older magazine won’t work.

>Staying put won’t work.

>Lacing up stories won’t work.

*sigh*

Batet sanay na q ng 2am pa before dozing off?

and mind you..maaga p un..

what’s wrong with my body clock.

no, I haven’t eaten anything weird lately..

well, aside from the wasabi I gobble up an hour earlier..

I guess that would qualify for being ‘weird’.

I mean it’s not everyday that you get to hear that a 17-year-old (just turned) is voraciously devouring wasabi every now and then.

No.

But seriously.

Hell, I can’t sleep!

What is wrong with you, nervous system…?

Function properly wil ya?

HELP