Monday, October 31, 2005
MA-HA-BA, part 2.
Tomorrow's November 1 already. Happy All Saint's Day, everyone.
WHY NOT, CHOCNUT?
Gitanna, in case you still haven't noticed it yet, the term "stellar" suits you well too. You have this eerie passion for stars and besides, you could be mistaken for the girl in the "Stellar" video by Incubus. O, taena, wag ka nang kumontra.
Para sa babaeng mukhang na-rape: You are stellar.
"Am I original? (Yeah)
Am I the only one? (Yeah)
Am I sexual? (Yeah)
Am I everything you need? (Yeah)
You better rock your body now..."
THE WARMTH
Ah... such lovely title for such infuriating matter.
Right after I logged in, I chanced upon the friendster account of _______, finally unearthing the fact that she has just added quite a number of photos. And so I did what everyone else was obliged to do in that kind of condition: check them out.
WOW.
Seeing those was worse than picturing Miss Lablee in a two-piece bathing suit, throwing an extremely seductive stare. And when I say worse, I mean it. What was she thinking, taking her photos with that contemptible sunglass with suggestive poses and an irritating pair of pouting lips to go along with it? It sucks. Does she actually think that it would be a focus for a pack of gorgeous guys or - most likely - perverts to add her up, make them want to meet and greet her right away, and everything else in between? Hah. Gag her with an electrical cord, please.
... Tapos meron ding pinakita si malaking kaibigan sa akin na ganun din, with the same concern of pouting lips. But the thing is that she's already beautiful enough to have herself displayed like that in almost all of her pictures. Ang sarap sabihan ng "Hahaha, hindi na maganda yan, para ka nang baboy" or something like that. Oh well.
Nakakaasar ang mga ginagawa ninyo. Bahala kayo, baka mamanyak din kayo ng taenang Lustdakedateeda na yun. Wala pang nakakaligtas sa mga kamay nun eh...
I wish to do my post justice by posting a couple of their pictures here, but that kind of thing is totally out of my power now. Hindi pwede, in other words.
IN THIS WORLD...
While dad was polishing his new car, his 4 year-old son picked up a stone and scratched lines on the side of the car. In his fits of anger, the dad took the child's hand and hit it many times, not realizing that he hit the child's hand with a wrench.
At the hospital, the child said, "Dad, when will my fingers grow back?"
Dad was so hurt that he went back to the car and kicked it a lot of times. Sitting back, he looked at the scratches the child made, which read:
"I love you, daddy."
These kind of stories creep me out. Ang tatanga kasi ng mga characters eh.
--- Anyhow, I was forced to watch "The Adventures of Shark boy and Lavagirl in 3-D" this afternoon. It was one cute movie, if you ask me. The whole dream concept got me going on the edge of my seat the whole time. (okay, maybe not the WHOLE time) And besides, I find Shark boy amusing, and Lavagirl very gorgeous with her enflamed pink hair always fondled by the wind. Splendid indeed.
"Everything that is or was began with a dream." - Lavagirl
--- Teenoe, we will have HER picture printed, placed on a dartboard, and hit with as many darts as we possibly could until the whole of her face was covered with punctures, dots and crevices SOON. Then we will purchase "Gata Salvaje" DVDs and watch it together while consuming choco-coated pretzels in your abode when your folks are not around. Ayos.
Gata Salvaje: Pusang Kalye.
HOT SHOTS
Dana Torio, happy. Salamat sa wala pa ring kupas na pagsasamahan nating dalawa. I love you, bespren.
... And as for YOU who's now apparently contented with your presently americanized means of living, I wish you all the best. I still haven't forgotten about you and your pussy cat beam. Sana masaya ka na diyan.:)
I know it wasn't enough. Don't rub it in.
Follow you home. Nickelback.
Well you can dig me up a grave
And try and stick me in the ground
Well you can tie me to the bed
And try and beat me half to death
But you can never keep me down
Well you can stick me in a hole
And you can pray all day for rain
You can shoot me in the leg
Just to try to make me beg
And you can leave me there for days
And I'll stay alive
Just to follow you home
And I will survive
'Cause you're my Mississippi Princess
You're my California Queen
Like the Duchess of Detroit
And every city in between
You can slap me in the face
You can scream profanity
Leave me here to die alone but
I'll still follow you home
I'll still follow you home
You can make a couple calls
And tell your brothers I'm in town
Put a bounty on my head
And tell my parents that I'm dead
And hope to hell I'm never found
You can steal me the keys
To your daddy's Cadillac
You can tamper with the brakes
Call it a mistake
And pray I'm never coming back
the generic generator @ 6:42 PM
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Sunday, October 30, 2005
MA-HA-BA, part 1.
I mean it. And this time, it's totally nonsensical.
Consider yourselves properly warned.
F.U.
I didn't actually fancy being there, but I was left with no other preferences to choose from. I had to serve that certain kind of obligation; opting otherwise would mean that I wouldn't be indebted to enjoy paradise together with a choir of angels in there as soon as death comes to fetch me any moment anymore.
There was nothing else that I could have possibly done back then other than to blink my eyes out of sheer disbelief.
"A reading from the Holy Gospel according to..."
And then it hit me.
I was inside a Mass, for crying out loud - a consecrated gala that I've been evading from for the past few hours. And now how the hell was I to entail the true Catholic nature of paying special attention to it when I know for a fact that I feel like doing the other way around?
Ennui indeed consumed me the entire ceremony and it definitely showed. I've only known a handful of masses which I really paid a lot of attention to, and that one was positively not amongst them.
Then came the homily part. Everybody was requested to take their respective seats and to listen. But I think what they're trying to do is just to let the people suffer the heavy trouble of trying to bear with the tedious elaborations of the priest about a certain biblical matter. For me, at times, homilies resonate through my head more like a lot of hoopla other than something which are intended to be applied on a regular basis. Pumapasok sa isang tenga, tapos lumalabas agad sa kabila.
Unexpectedly, (since it was, apparently, a mass) it seemed to fly quicker than a ray of light: a ring back tune to the tone of something classical resounded in a shrilly high volume through a sleek green tote bag from behind, which created a minor stir-up.
"Oh, bakit ngayon ka lang? Oo... Oo... Nasaan? Oo, papunta na yata sila doon... Galing na akong St. Luke’s kanina, baka bumalik pa ako dun... HAHAHA!"
A seemingly rich old woman in green kept on discussing stuff with God knows who on the other line as if she was in another place with nothing around her but the sunshine, some rocks, grass, flowers of different sorts and some shit. But what made her really irksome was the fact that she unabashedly kept on chatting with different people on the phone (it was quite apparent since topics changed every now and then) almost the entire time span of the homily until before the kneeling part, not even minding to keep it low nor to go outside in case she couldn't just possibly leave things unattended.
"Oo, nabili ko na rin yun... Sinabi na nga ni *insert name here* na kukunin na niya yung paycheck... Yes, yes..."
(Uy, tangina, hindi yan yung mga eksaktong dialogues hah. Yan lang yung mga pagkakarinig ko. Hehe...)
I wanted to stuff some shit inside her garb and hit her real hard, but I just couldn't. I mean yes, I was bored and all, but I couldn't act just like that in the middle of the crowd, INSIDE A MASS. Things might get nasty and most importantly, I'd be ruining the sacred spirit of it all. In short, nakakagago at nakakabastos yun.
Her sharp cackles still echo in my head as they were one inevitable phantom.
Right then and there, there was nothing else I could have possibly done other than to swear... and swear... and swear.
Then came the Communion part. After I partook with the so-called sacred meal with Christ, I sat down, pelted God with my requests (a few of which are, honestly, selfish) chained with a pregnant pause, then turned to my left to whisper something to my mother in a fashionably low way.
"Quiet, hindi pa tapos ang Mass."
It was the old woman.
Aggravated, I went on thinking "Putangina, ikaw nga diyan kung ano-anong mga bobong pinaggagawa mo, eh sa mahinang bulong lang... Taena..."
(The thing is, nabobohan ako sa ginawa niya. Siya nga diyan, mas bastos tapos ewan. Nakakabanas talaga. If you were in my shoes, you'd feel the same. Ang kapal kasi eh. Siya nga yung mas nakakahiya, tapos mamamahiya siya. Ay... ewan ko sa kanya... Sige na, mababaw na kung mababaw... Eh putangina, totoo namang nakakairita un eh...)
I knew that old woman (whom I wanted to cripple that time since some people turned their heads to nose round or whatever when she reproached me) had something against me, and so did I. I don't know. I hate her. I really do. I wanted to flay her alive, like Kitchie Nadal. I wanted to smack her right on the face. I wanted to latch her underwear on her head and keep it that way forever. I wanted to throw at her piles of horse dung. I honestly WANTED to. But I couldn't, and we all know it.
Di bale. May araw din naman yung taong yun eh. Wala lang.
the generic generator @ 6:35 PM
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Monday, October 24, 2005
Julie Tearjerky
grabe. ang weirdo na ng mga nangyayari sa akin ngayon. pakiramdam ko'y patang-pata ang aking katawan at ako'y nararapat nang mahiga instead ng paggawa ng katarantaduhang ito.. wala lang..
hindi naman sa weirdong weirdo, pero ewan ko. sa tinagal-tagal naming pagpapractice para sa intramurals namin bukas, aba, tangina, ngayon ko lang naramdaman yung bigat ng load ng pagpapractice.. kahit kasama lang ako sa pep squad, wala, pamatay pa rin yung trabaho.. pero shempre, dapat pa ring i-acknowledge yung pagod ng batch leader, kasi walang-wala yung pagod namin sa kanyang mga paghihirap..
trabaho ng pep squad ang magpakababa ng boses, maglagay ng buhay sa bawat cheer na ipapa-voice out sa kanila ng batch leader, ang maglead sa mga gagawing steps ng cheerdancers.. kung papatay-patay ang pep, wala nang mangyayari sa batch pagdating ng intrams.. at shempre, dapat, may pakialam din ang pep sa pwedeng kahinatnan ng batch kapag ang sinunod lang nila eh yung mga makasarili nilang pagnanasa.. dito pumapasok yung concern ng pep para sa kanilang buong batch...
ang JUNIORS. ang magagaling na pep ng JUNIORS. ginagawa ba natin ang trabaho natin ng maayos?
wala lang, kasi naiinis ako.. sa inaraw-araw na ginawa ng diyos eh putangina, mukhang iilan lang talaga sa pep squad ng juniors ang kumikilos ng angkop sa mga pangyayari.. i mean, yung mga pursigido talagang magpractice, yung mga may mga bagay na tinatawag nating dedication and persistence.. kasi kahit sino namang nasa lugar ng mga taong nagpupumilit na gandahan at babaan yung pagdedeliver nila ng cheers and the hand movements that go along with it tapos makikita na yung mga taong nasa paligid niya eh wala naman talagang pakialam sa mga nangyayari eh mababanas din ng sobra kagaya nito..
tapos may mga tao pang reklamo ng reklamo.. akala mo, mga perpektong tao sila na hindi nagkakamali at kung ano-ano pang mga hirit na pwede nilang ibanat ng matindi.. bwisit, nakakapurga na kayo.. ang malas ko naman, natabi pa ako malapit sa inyo.. diyos ko..
kanina lang talaga ako napuno.. kasi sumobra na eh.. nakakapurga na talaga.. isa pa yang TOOTSIE na yan... (malakas ang kutob ko na forever kang nasa hot list ko..) tangina, pinaayos-ayos pa yung batch shirt ko na may maling pangalan.. eh pepwede namang makipagpalit na lang ako kay siyel nun ng shirt.. tae, ang bobo talaga..
"Tomorrow morning if you wake up
and the sun does not appear
I will be here..."
*sigh* wala lang...
looking on the bright side, may mga bagay pa rin naman akong pwedeng gawin para maremedyuhan ito kahit papaano.. kagaya na lang ng pagpu- "putangina, ano bang gusto ninyong mangyari sa buhay ninyo, mga hayop kayo!" sa mga pep members na mukhang walang pakialam sa batch at iba pa.. haha.. pero wala lang, in fairness, literal na nahigh blood talaga ako sa mga taong yun kanina.. as in nahihirapan na akong huminga and all.. O, ilaw sa gabing madilim...
teka, pagod na ako.. wala na namang kwenta itong sinulat ko.. hindi na kasi siguro ako marunong mag-english.. oh god, this is not good.
but God is good! he will never forsake me.. that, i know.
good luck na lang sa akin. wag niyo na lang pansinin yung mga sinabi ko kung ayaw niyo.
the generic generator @ 6:47 PM
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Saturday, October 22, 2005
away from the sun
"Awareness always the first step towards change."
To all those who are concerned: (I believe you know who you all are) I will not change because you asked me to. I will change because I know I can. I want to show you that I CAN because I really know I can. Get it? Give that thought the permission to delve deep into your mojos. I CAN.
Haha.
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-- Today's the 22nd of the month! Rejoice and be glad, for the number 22 is the apple of my biological windows.
-- Gitanna, the person who doesn't believe that I do watch the Sesame Street segment "Elmo's World," dropped me a line a little while ago only to consume the hefty coins which inhibited her pocket. Hah. What a very noisy girl she was. She picked the wrong time to make a butt of jokes out of me. Why? Don't ask.
-- Jadamilda is now becoming less of the insolent fool that she was, and I think that it is something to be happy about. Not only will the promulgation of stupidity brought about by stupid people will cease, but the population of the people of the same sort will also be cut short as well. Perhaps it is because she has now fully come to realize that she had already gone way beyond the red line and have rubbed people's heads of her idiocy for too long. Just to top it all of, a big kudos for you, dearest!
-- I sincerely am considering for Dana Torio to be next week's "English Angel." She speak English very nice, like mug with good design. Very good English speaker, gooder than Angela. She are the bestest English Angel!
-- I will not try to hunt down the person that I was back again. My agenda for this year is to replenish myself with all the pleasant qualities my friends want from me to grant their wishes. (and needs) I will not try to be somebody else.
-- Crouching Tiger Hidden Ham, here we come. We will bite your head off and consume your insides, for we are far more omnipotent than you think you are. HAHAH!
-- Para dun sa mga ungas na hindi bumubuka ng bibig tuwing may batch practices, putangina ninyo. Now our section would always have to take all the blame. Kung pagbabarilin ko kaya kayo isa-isa? Ang tigas niyo naman... Para talaga kayong mga gago... Gustuhin ko mang magsabi ng mga pangalan dito eh hindi naman pwede... I can't risk my credibility this way. Basta, taena ninyo, sana mamatay na kayo.
Sigh...
Goddammit. I forgot the point which I am about to stress in this entry. My brain is not functioning once again, and my English has become too faulty. Oh god.
Isa itong walang kwentang entry. Sorry, wala kasi akong magawa.
Away from the Sun. Three Doors Down.
It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
Can anyone do what I've done
I missed the life
I missed the colours of the world
Can anyone tell where I am
'Cause now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down, away from the sun again
Away from the sun again
I'm over this
I'm tired of living in the dark
Can anyone see me down here
The feeling's gone
There's nothing left to lift me up
Back into the world I've known
'Cause now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down, away from the sun
That shines the life away from me
To find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
I'm so far down, away from the sun again
It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
And now I can't do what I've done
And now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines the life away from me
'Cause now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down, away from the sun
That shines the life away from me
To find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
I'm so far down, away from the sun again
-- Hehe. That is my favorite song as of now. Hanggang sa muli!
Aqua Teen Hunger Force: Who rocks the house?
Lalalala, lalalala, Elmo's World.
the generic generator @ 4:40 PM
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Wednesday, October 19, 2005
WHAT GLORIOUS DAY.:)
God must really love me.
the generic generator @ 6:36 PM
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Sunday, October 16, 2005
Naiinis talaga ako...
Kung galit kayo sa akin, sabihin ninyo. Katangahan kasi yung pagpapaligoy-ligoy. Pinapahirapan niyo lang ang sarili niyo sa pagkukunwaring masaya kayo pag kasama at kaharap ako, pero ang totoo ay kapag nakatalikod na ako, kung ano-anong mga katarantaduhan ang pinag-uusapan ninyo tungkol sa akin.
Backstabbing is one of the most pathetically rash things a person could do to his mate.
Inaamin ko, ganun din ako, kaya ang tigas naman ng mukha ko para magreklamo. Pero ibang kaso ito eh. Kaibigan ko kayo. Hindi kayo kung sino-sino lang. Ang mahirap lang kasi dito, you ARE NOT helping me grow in any way whatsoever sa ginagawa ninyong iyan.
Ilang patunay: JAMILLE, nababanas ako sayo. I have my reasons - wala akong paki kahit gaano pa kababaw as long as I have some. Pati na rin kay BEA. Taena mo kasi, ang epal mo talaga. Amoy banyo hininga mo.
Ah, basta. Yun na yun. Ang point ko lang, nakakasakit na kayo ng tao. Ano ba ito? Gumaganti kayo?
Sobrang sarap kasi gumanti eh... as in literal na masarap... alam ko yan, madalas kong ginagawa yan eh... However, we guys should also know WHEN to stop. I believe we all are... beings gifted with sharp intellects.
Hindi na nakakatuwa, putang ina. Yung mga taong inaasahan kong... basta. Ayoko nang mag-elaborate. Magmumukha lang matigas ang mukha ko. Pero kasi, napapadalas na yang mga katarantaduhang iyan. Hindi na maganda.
Alam kong sobrang marami nang mali sa ugali ko. I am, if truth be told, trying to alter them all to their best. It takes time, kaya don't expect the change to be that sudden. Sana pati kayo, magbago na rin, kasi kung ako lang ang magbabago, diyos ko, wala na... Kawawa naman tayong lahat...
At ilang beses ko na bang sinabi yan?
I am so sorry if ever you people feel obliged to bear with me.
Paga Manikan drew this on my concert ticket last night using my favorite orange pencil. Gwapo.
the generic generator @ 12:54 PM
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Wednesday, October 12, 2005
"Mang Jose, parang si Daimos din..."
Genesis X 12
I would just like to give this people the "kudos" they're indeed worthy of for keeping my sanity in one piece each time I find life too unbelievable to bear with.
I will never leave these guys ever. Then again, if they do, rest assured they will be damned forever.
I lab you, men. Rak on!
(GX12 is: angge, chin, joyce, jocelyn, zcheyenne, rita, price, jam, czaren, dana and ejoboy. shine on, my people!)
Now on to the exasperating parts.
Some pathetically dim idiots are trying to commune in the way we usually talk amongst ourselves - the lingo that we use to speak of things we do not wish for them to comprehend with their unfilled brains.
What a brilliant way to grab our attention.
Kilala nyo kung sino kayo, putang ina nyo. Sakaling mabasa nyo man ito, sana mamatay na kayo at mapunta kayo sa impiyerno. Kayo ay mga malalaking taena.
Ang bobo ng ginagawa nyo, mehn... Ang bobo talaga...
Wala lang.
Bes, (taena, hindi ito yung inaakala niyong bes. This is MY bes.) I am so sorry for being stupid. I did that on purpose. I should have known better, though. I still "lurv" thee very, very, very, very much, bes.
At least I now know... a few significant things.
Hahaha, taena, ang labo nun.
Oh well.
How Good It Can Be. The 88.
With the cops on your lips it's a holy routine
If you'd stop all your trips you could see what I mean
I forgot not to slip 'bout you're under 18
You had it in your hands
Leave it up to me
It's a known disease
Keep it in your fleece
Don't worry about the custom police, don't
I'll tell you just how good it can be, this lazy summer
But you got no relief from the pain in your head
And it's hollow and greased and it says that you're dead
But you make fun and tease and the things that you said
They always stab your back
And I've been holding out for love ever since I had a heart
the generic generator @ 6:27 PM
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Sunday, October 09, 2005
Run, Barbie. Run.
Hindi ko na nga ata matatakasan itong putang inang kapalaran na ito.
Congratulate me for I will flunk a lot of subjects this quarter.
Great. Just great. What a great conspiracy that was. (or, as the GREAT DIRECTOR who have always wanted having the center stage all for herself would put it, KONS-PIE-RA-SEE)
I took part in a hooha over the second quarterly examinations for sheer nothingness.
Those damned teachers indisputably had me hoodwinked with their principled statements. They made me suppose that I can easily slice through their tests easily and did not make me heed to my conscience's insinuations that I should study well.
HAHAHA. Slice through easily my ass. Those effing tests did drain my mojo away from my faulty brain after all. I think I've already lost my common sense now. Taena talaga yang mga yan, nabobo ako dahil sa kanila. Taena niyo lang talaga.
"Mukha naman kasing madali eh... Hindi na kailangang pag-aralan yan..."
I can't, for certain, blame it all on those idiots for I know that things will eventually all fall down on me. It was my decision whether to keep hold of my focus or otherwise on the things I had to deal with, after all. It was in Kim Naranja, the aspiring Oxygen's drummer's choice whether to make a great clump of shit over her second quarter marks or not. It was in her hands.
But she didn't make the most out of that effing chance, for crying out loud. I did not. I chose not to.
There is absolutely no use letting "what could have beens" reverberate all over again through my head. I must now face the lumber which this deplorable, pre-ordained fate will dish me up a silver platter later on. I have to face the consequences of my rash actions kasi, putang ina, wala ring mangyayari sa akin kung hindi. Lalaki akong tanga kagaya ni LABLEE HURNUNDEZ. Taenang yan. Hindi ko naman ata hahayaang mauwi ang lechugas kong kapalaran kagaya nung kapalaran niya.
For the aforementioned person above: "Malapit na akong mapuno sayo... Gigilitan na talaga kita ng leeg... Papakainin kita ng kalawang... Pakyu ka, gago!"
It is now because of her and that funky-smelling SURR FAIR-RYA (along with MISDABUWENDA) whom one of our classmate fancies that I will be having a lot of hammer-shaped marks this quarter.
And now, I am talking about these:
79, 78, 77...
... and how what used to be 12 now will come crashing down to either 22 or 32. In my world, that is really something to lament over for a couple of minutes.
I am a very sappy person. Deal with it, baby.
I will no longer insult my own intelligence by telling myself that things will be okay for the next few days. May lechugas na play prod pa kaming dapat harapin, at marami pang iba. Taena talaga ang buhay.
No one can never be too happy in this life. Name one who will be able to prove that postulation otherwise, and the next thing you know, you've already lost all your toes. Hihirit ka pa, eh.
Boy Tikoy: As promised. *tongue out*
the generic generator @ 7:30 PM
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