hello... wla lng :) yes... yes... wla na ako gaano balita sa inyo... kamusta na? haay... anyway... 2nd sem na! oh man! haay... oo nga pala... post ako ng pic... eto ang "Family" ko sa ADMU... yes... ako lng ang "girl"... ako, c Neal, c Jansen at c TJ yan... c TJ ang lolo ko, c Jansen ay daddy at anak ko c Neal... hahahahaha... c Jansen lng ang d math major... anyway... wla lng :) cla kaclose ko ngaun :) hehehehe... anyway... wla lng! kanina pa ako nag-aanyway... wla magwa eh... nilulubos ko na sembreak... belated sa mga nagbday at advance sa mga magbbday! :)
1. jungle juice p rn ba ang official juice n tntnda sa retail?
2. buhay pa ba ang retail?
3. c ate julie p rn ba ang ngttnda sa retail?
4. aus na ba ang upuan ng bahay kubo?
5. mayroon p rn bang fountain sa lobby ng masci?
6. andun p rn ba c mang danny?
7. ngkalat p rn ba ang mga pusa n ari ng isang janitress? (d b? f m nt mstaken..)
8. e ang mga manok kya?
9. andun p rn kya ang bilihan ng futlong?
10. c ate pepsi p rn kya ang ngttnda dun sa bilihan ng sopdrnks at snacks?
11. andun p rn kaya c baby face?
12. cno n kya ang head sa canteen?
13. may nasabhan kya ulit c mam aseron ng "wla,wla,wla"?
14. bati n kya c mam labay at c zut?
15. may lake p rn kya sa may comsci bldg?
16. ang lovers' lane... ganun p rn kya?
17. may mga benches p rn b sa may corridor papuntang cr?
18. may pngbago kya ang mga cr?
19. nandun p rn kya ang mga vandalisms?
20. cno n kya ang ngoocupy sa m21? (sna nmn mttnong studyante ang mga andun)
hay... i just really miss masci... and of course... ang moshies.... :D
Sembreak na mga katoto (parinig sa La Salle... haha) at ito ang panahon ng pagsasaya, pagdiriwang at... BOREDOM???!!! Tama ang inyong nabasa, boredom... Hay, sobrang bored na ako dito sa bahay namin sa cavite.. walang ka-hapenning-happening... Una, walang pandak na buwan-buwan eh nanghoholdap sa aming mga dormers... Pangalawa, walang mga dormmates na kainis-inis... Pangatlo, walang bombang sumasabog sa may tulay... Pang-apat, walang lindol na tatama habang nasa computer chair ka! Haha... Haha.... Huhu.... Bored na bored na ako...
Hay... siyempre kapag patuloy na hinihigop ng kumunoy ng --(ano ba ang boredom sa tagalog...) kabutasan?? (hehehe) kasawaan? ayun, tama... kasawaan...} kasawaan.... -- ang --instinct naman... mabaho sa loob?? (wahehehe) Tama na Ginel... Alam kong nakkatawa ang mga joke ko... O Json, kung ayaw mo nang sumakit pa ang tiyan mo sa sobrang katatawa... itigil mo na ang pagbabasa nito... HAHAHHAH!!!! sige na nga... instinct na lang...-- instinct ng tao ay kumawala... humulagpos {ahhh.... hindi niyo alam ibig sabihin niyan no??? Mga atenista, sabihin natin nang sabay-sabay ang ibig sabihin ng HULAGPOS: kumawala sa gapos... hahaha... sino nagsabing conyotic kami... HAHAHA --devil's laugh, a la paulo-- sa tanikalang gumagapos sa atin.... kaya ayun, binuksan ko ang TV at nanood... haha..
Hay... sobrang napamahal na sa akin ang ETC (It's all good!!) Hahaha... alam kong hindi nyo nararamdaman ang nararamdaman ko kasi masayang masaya kayo sa mga sembreak nyo... Ako? hay... stuck sa Will and Grace, Starting OVer, CSI, ano pa ba? hmm.... MTB (haha...) minsan DAISY SIETE (hahaha... lalong hahahaha!!!!) hahaha.... hay... nababaliw na ako... ganito ata ang walang magawa... hahaha... nako, gusto ko rin pala ung knock first.... papuntahin ko kaya sila dito sa pinas (e di ang layu-layo na ng linakbay nila) tapos biglang, sobrang ang ganda ng kwarto ko... TAPOS wala na silang gagawin kundi tumunganga at sabihing nasa WOW MALI sila!!! Haha... E di ang sosy na natin niyan... Knock First goes to WOW Mali... O kaya Victim na lang kaya... Total sikat naman sila... Hm....
Hay... Ung starting over naman sobrang napaka-epal.... wala lang... ur trying to change a person accdng sa standards na sinet ng society... DIBA!!! Their individuality is gone.... nasty show... wala lang... human right advocates should put the show down.... a la animal rights advocates na rumampa rin sa catwalk dahil sa fur lingerie.... hahaa... tama. ganito, invite natin ung gabriela tapos papuntahin sa amerika (ung ticket sa kanila muna sabihin natin babayaran natin mamaya) tapos pasalihin natin sila sa starting over... tapos, after so many episodes magtataka ung gabriela advocate kung bakit hindi pa siya grumagradweyt... ang bait naman daw niya... tapos biglang sigaw ng "WOW MALI!!" Haha.... di ba.... wow mali goes to amerika.... hay... dapat talaga pakinggan to ng wow mali.... tingnan mo naman kasi ung mga pinalalabas nilang gags.... san ka ba naman nakakita ng taong grasa na nagbebenta ng mineral water??? artistang sumasayaw sa daan??? COme on!!! Ung suggestion ko talaga mas cool.... hay...
Iba talaga kapag walang magawa no...
ciao....
haha....
hulaan niyo kung sino ako....
sori talaga kung nonsense at sobrang waste of time ang pagbasa sa post ko...
The mere fact na nagpost ako ay ibig sabihin:
1. Tumatakas ako sa nanay ko dahil mahal na ang internet bill namin.
2. I-eendure ko ang papapagalit ng tatay ko dahil gusto niyang gamitin ang fone
3. Papakiusapan ko ang kapatid ko na ako muna ang mag-internet.
4. I'll endure the day na hindi nanunood ng Daisy Siete... hahahahahah!
Di ba, total sacrifice itong ginagawa ko? Haha... Cge... :)
well, been a long time since I wrote my thoughts here. if I had no personal blog, pauulanan ko talaga ito ng posts! haha...
carry lang.
i was surfin the net and got the lyrics of my place by nelly and when i read it, I thought of you guys -- moshies. check this out, i bet you've already heard of it!
When we laugh or we cry it's together
Through the rain and the stormiest weather
We gon still be as one it's forever, it's forever...
after that, did a bit of contemplatin' (uhmmm...ooohhh...Buddha...Buddhaa..harhar)
okay, I'm not getting really sentimental here but that part of the song was sort of a wake-up call for me. I realized many things, one of which was that I missed moshies. no matter how fun my first sem in college was, I can't turn my back from the fact that moshies is my family and every once in a while, I must go back to "our world" because it's where i do belong.
well, that realization supposedly shouldn't be overly dramatic but i guess, it somehow is. eewww...yuck sticky very itchy! pero totoo naman. so what the heck!
okay, what am i really tryin to point out?
i miss moshies.
i miss M21.
i miss my home.
kasi galing akong dorm. so miss ko na bahay namin, kala nyo ha! hehe...joke!
corny talaga ni ginel. tsktsktsk.
hmmm...
that ends my post. i'm gonna miss posting here. 2 weeks na lang, busy ulit buhay ko!
ugh.
to the UPD peeps: hey, i walked along teletubby land yesterday to get my classcard in math 17 (which was well, i don't wanna talk bout it! harhar.) and well, i missed those walks. grabe, pag naglalakad ako dun dati, i'm always in a hurry, yesterday was not an exception! haha...kaasar! naghintay ako until 1:30 PM para magopen yung windows, i mean the administrative office at the 2nd floor. hay.
but everything went well naman.
teka lang. gusto ko pang magkwento pero sa blog ko na lang. ok?
I enjoy reminiscing my high school days. My day starts as early as five-thirty in the morning, while the whole community is still asleep, the streets still dark and are still lighted by light posts beaming a mixture of orange and yellow colored lights, the sky still in its best tranquility: blue to bluish black horizon. Yes, the sun has yet to rise as I pack my things and ready myself to school. The trip to school from my house takes about a quarter of an hour, that's why I rise that early so as not to be too late for the first class. I was never late in class, especially the flag ceremonies, which always precedes the daily academic routine. If there was an award given to those students who have completed each day of flag ceremony, I could be included in the list. Fortunately there was none.
I was always proud to tell to other people-those who are not studying at our school-that I go to school while it is still dark, and go home until it is dark. Believe me, in the four years of my high school I have never seen sunrise inside the house. I was always out of the house even on Saturdays, and if things get really worse, Sundays are included. It had seemed in those days as if a house for me was just a place to sleep into. My mother would always kid me whenever I arrive at the door of our house. She would say, as I enter and begin to unload all my things on either the sofa or the bed, "Mabuti't umuwi ka pa?!" I would then just simply nod, give smile, and then kiss her cheek, apologizing the lateness of my arrival. Then we will eat together with the best food I have ever tasted, and will always as long as she is the one cooking. My father had died about one year ago. I miss those scenes of home, not just the house.
What excites me every morning to go to school is not that of the new things I will learn from our teachers, but the things I will learn from my classmates. I somehow managed to find time to talk to some of them, though most of the opportunities were really hard to seize. High school is good because of the people. There is a need for communication, and that need, more often than not, is addressed in simple ways no one other than our section would have ever imagined. We were a very sensitive group. And we treasure our relationships.
*****
I never had trouble choosing my NatSci class. I already new what I would choose before I entered that room full of computers and so-called "encoders," as if I have no choice but to choose it. After all the trouble of registration, that of long waiting lines, a very high random number, jam-packed registration rooms, unwanted classes, and the hitch of that "breakage fee," which had me borrowing a sum of one-hundred ninety pesos from three friends (worry not, my dear reader, I had paid them now in full, except for one), I was ready for the first semester. Welcome to college life!
What caught my attention on our very first NatSci class was not the things inside the room: an overhead projector, a blackboard hidden beneath a movable whiteboard, several wooden armchairs filled with writings of students who may have had nothing to do, a small blackboard where, I presumed, the student organizations wrote their respective gigs and sponsored events, an elevated platform adjacent the board, and the very wide, rectangular window divided into three sections, enough to ventilate the room especially on windy days. Nope, these things did not impress me on the first day. I just looked at them, no more no less. What took me is this girl who I thought was a third year student, I mistook as a nineteen year old, only to find out that she will be my classmate in this class. Not only a classmate, but my seatmate for the whole semester. A seatmate for nothing.
*****.
"What's the flower you got there?" I asked her, referring to the flower she had brought as specimen for an experiment that day.
"It's a caballero…" She replied, dryly, with no apparent emotion whatsoever.
*****
When the pedestrian crossing at Gate 3 was closed, I hated the MMDA for about a week or so. It was just so inconvenient to walk a long way to reach the overpass.
"Damn, these officials are just so cruel!" I said to myself one day as I took the long walk from KFC to that previously unused overpass, which terminates to the not-so-famous Gate 2.5. "There's simply no reason for them to close that lane." I continued, as I now ascend the stairs of the overpass. "Things were just doing fine…. It's not really good." I think I heard myself uttering. I could have had swore profusely over the deed. It was to change quickly, however.
The caballero flower grows on shrubs that have horizontally lying leaves closely resembling that of the malunggay. Its flowers, as I soon observed or discovered, which of the two is better I do not care, have colors yellow and red. The flowers, as I soon learned in class, are that of an inflorescence, or in layman's terms, a group of flowers that acts as one. They do have protective adaptations against attacks that may destroy them.
The said closure of Gate 3 to pedestrians compelled me not only to use the overpass, but to walk along paved walks between grasses and several plants. There are two, forming a fork shaped like the letter Y. The paving that turns immediately to the right leads to the Science Education Complex. The other part of the fork again leads to another fork, one leading to the
JGSOM Building to the right, the other straight ahead to the Meron pond (again, I just discovered that a while ago). These paved walks of rectangular blocks of stone and concrete makes the agony of my walk a little lighter, for they provide some leisurely pace for me.
But what really make these paved walks special to me are the caballero shrubs that flutter in the gentle breeze of the morning, especially at around seven o'clock, the time of my arrival. At the beginning of the fork there immediately can be seen two caballero shrubs at each side of the path, as if welcoming every person who passes by. They make my mornings beautiful. I really love their colors, the way they flutter into the smooth blowing of the wind, the shine they posses when they are struck by sunlight. They were slowly becoming an inspiration for me.
*****
"What will you choose next semester as your next NatSci?" I casually asked her.
"I think we would not have any NatSci next SEM…." She answered in her usual tone.
"But if there will be…?" I further inquired.
"Maybe I would take Chemistry." She replied, rather convincingly.
"Ok." I nonchalantly continued.
*****
We never had long talks with each other.
I define long talks as those that open up opportunities for knowing each other better, rather than the usual knowledge about a person. Those are the kinds of conversations which make me understand a person more deeply, and in turn that person will know some piece of my life. I just love knowing different persons, especially those who are remarkably special. An offshoot of my belonging to a very delicate group of individuals.
How I had always wished that the time will come for such talk for us, that the opportunity will soon knock on our doors. But it has yet to come.
Sometimes, as I walk through that paved pathway leading to the SEC, looking at the caballero flowers that are in full bloom, I ask myself if it is a grave sin to want to know a girl better. Sometimes, when I am so absorbed to those flowers I also ask why the opportunity had not come yet. Then I start to envy their bloom, their colors, and their beauty. I stare closely at them, very close that half an inch of a step and my nose will touch one of the leaves, and say more to myself than to them, "If I am just as close to her as to these flowers…."
*****
"From what province were you from?" One day I asked her.
"From Cagayan Valley." She replied, again, with that same old dryness.
I stop for a while, verifying the location of the Cagayan Valley through remembering my past lessons in Philippine geography. After I had resolved with full certainty that it was the Cagayan of the north, I continued:
"So, you know how to speak Ilocano?"
"Nope. I know Tagalog better. At home we speak Tagalog."
"Where do you exactly live in Cagayan?"
"In Tugguegarao."
"Wow, exactly at the capital!" I said, for lack of a thing to say.
*****
I don't know if this is just a certain kind of loneliness, a feeling of great solitude, or just a premature view of things. I am really not quite sure of what I am thinking, of what I am feeling.
There is this fine line between love and infatuation, and I think I am between the two. Or possibly nowhere to be found in these domains. I really don't know, but there is something that makes me sick, that makes my heart beat fast, that pounds my mind and crushes my very being every time I-see those flowers in the paved pathway. Those flowers were becoming my inspiration, but lately they are becoming the very reason of this unexplainable sadness.
*****
It has been a week since I was able to open up a conversation with her.
As the semester nears its final stretch I am slowly discovering this new life I am trying to survive into. This life where at the beginning appears to be easy, to be uncomplicated, to be misery-free, is slowly replaced by an existence of too much work, too much pain, too much cramming, too much hollering and howling and bawling over requirements that are nearly impossible to finish, of tests that appear impossible to pass, of teachers that are so hard to please, of grades that are in the failing zone. There's just too much of everything in this life that the ones I am looking for were slowly disappearing; that of sensitivity and a personal relationship.
*****
I have been quiet in the last few days. Although I still present to my friends-they are now my friends, not merely course block mates-that façade of happiness, of gladness, for I am always the one who is cheerful and never fails to smile whenever we are together, my inner being seems to disagree. I don't know what this really is, if this is infatuation, love, or simply nothing. Maybe I just miss my friends back in high school, my home, and my mother, everything of my past. Maybe not. Maybe it's just this feeling of wanting to know her better, no more no less. I just want to know her better….
*****
One day, I was walking with this friend of mine along the paved pathway leading to Gate 2.5, going home. It was about five thirty in the afternoon, the sun slowly setting in the west, the sky, again is in its best tranquility: this time, a sky blue to navy blue horizon. There were no clouds for it just rained that afternoon. The paved walk still wet because of the rain, the soils reaching the peak hue of dark brown, the scent of the flowers and even the plants mixing with the wind that gently blows upon my face. As we were walking, I notice the caballero flowers, drops of water still visible in its leaves, and the leaves as green as ever.
"Ah, caballero flowers…." I say more to her than to myself.
"Reminds you of…." She replied, more to me than to herself.
I just smiled, nodded, and looked up the blue sky that hides the sun and slowly gives way to the night. We continued walking; she, telling me stories about what happened to her during the day, I, listening, smiling, and nodding, and still thinking of-the flowers.
Then the thought of the semester soon winding up crossed into my mind. I asked, more to myself than to her, "What if I should never see her again?" My question stabbed my heart so deeply that it blooded profusely.
"I think we should call this the 'Caba walk,' don't you think?" I heard my friend saying.
Again, I just smiled and nodded to her. I wish it would rain again.
mga utaw!!! sa mga may sem break ngaun.. ala lng.. mg-enjoy kau!!! kung may mga gimiks kau sbhan nio nmn ako... pos tawag me pra marami kong makausap n moshies n 1 col... :P lalo n ung mga mg-ooutng... madaya... benjo bkt may spa n ngaun? bkt dati wla nmn ganyan? tsktsktsk..
eniwey... may nais lng kong ishare sa inio... nakuha ko 2 sa prof ko sa psych.. [ung mahilig mgjoke...] at least ngaun nde n ko rcr... hehe.. un nga lng 2 n lng natatandaan ko...
Why s t hard 2 find guys hu r caring, sensitive, and good-looking? Because dey olredy have boyfriends... [nyahahaha... onga nmn... ang daming mga papang bading..]
Why r gurls so attractv? So dat guys will love dem...
But why r dey so dumb? So dat dey will love guys...
guys, musta na?
nga pala, nag-apply na ako for minor in Ab Lit.
this sounds stupid pero gusto ko talaga siyang kunin.
guys, in love ako sa classmate ko sa botany.
kaso, baka di na kami magkita, lalo na ngayong patapos na ang sem.
gumawa nga ako ng short story para sa kanya.
post ko na lang sa yahoogroups.
sana magustuhan niyo pag nabasa niyo.
yun lang guys. good luck! God bless!
totoo nga yata talaga iyon sa akin; the person whom you love you must forget.
:-(
