it's useless talking to people when they don't understand you. the people around me tend only to see what they want, hear what they want. it's useless really. i might as well shut up and be miserable but NO. they just have to surround you and suck up all your energy and creativity. geez.
i could ramble on about the real issues but what's the point?
i'm having a bad day, obviously. i don't wanna be mean so please, back off!
02 December 2004
29 November 2004
19 November 2004
Late for a Funeral
Great. I missed a funeral. I'm an idiot.
I thought it was 5pm when i left the house. Not knowing where this memorial park was, i took a cab. I checked my watch and saw that it was already 530. Since my daily route is usually free of traffic, i've forgotten how big a hassle such situations could be. Anyhow, i arrived at the memorial park at 6pm. (Time check: 622 as i write this.) I went once around but that was that.
(I hope John and Claire put their phones in discreet or silent mode because i might have interrupted the ceremony (sort of) when i called them.)
Sigh.
I barely knew the guy who's now six feet under, but still, i dunno, his death affected me somewhat. I mean, sudden deaths usually do, but this was different.
I've had beer with him and other friends for 3 or maybe 4 times then sembreak's over and so, no more beer (for the meantime). One afternoon, i was at UP busy fretting about extension (MRR) and red tape when out of the blue, i thought about how i didn't get his number. He was interesting and fun, a novelty for me (as all new friends are). I wondered when we'd have beer again. Later that night, around 10pm, i received a message that he was dead. Dazing news. Few days later, i found out that other friends also got that out-of-the-blue thought of Boyd and beer at around the same time i did.
Bye, Boyd. Let's have beer again one of these days.
I thought it was 5pm when i left the house. Not knowing where this memorial park was, i took a cab. I checked my watch and saw that it was already 530. Since my daily route is usually free of traffic, i've forgotten how big a hassle such situations could be. Anyhow, i arrived at the memorial park at 6pm. (Time check: 622 as i write this.) I went once around but that was that.
(I hope John and Claire put their phones in discreet or silent mode because i might have interrupted the ceremony (sort of) when i called them.)
Sigh.
I barely knew the guy who's now six feet under, but still, i dunno, his death affected me somewhat. I mean, sudden deaths usually do, but this was different.
I've had beer with him and other friends for 3 or maybe 4 times then sembreak's over and so, no more beer (for the meantime). One afternoon, i was at UP busy fretting about extension (MRR) and red tape when out of the blue, i thought about how i didn't get his number. He was interesting and fun, a novelty for me (as all new friends are). I wondered when we'd have beer again. Later that night, around 10pm, i received a message that he was dead. Dazing news. Few days later, i found out that other friends also got that out-of-the-blue thought of Boyd and beer at around the same time i did.
Bye, Boyd. Let's have beer again one of these days.
11 October 2004
the day's over
the sem too. i flunked sts, for the love of heaven, namugas baya jud ko ha! ok, so my efforts weren't enough (grumble, mumble, and grumble some more...). buti nalang babaw ako. i've had a spaceburger and a beer, i seem ok. i mean, i should be. considering that i practically flunked all my subjects last sem, i should be proud i flunked just ONE this sem... grr... STS!!
ngayong araw lang baya dumating sa house yung grades last sem. hehehe! i was kinda wondering why i haven't been berated by my mom this sem. yun pala, di pa dumating yung grades. on the other hand, di ko nalang inisip masyado kung bakit di nya ako kinulit.
it's been n-weeks since i last checked emails and whatnot. musta na kaya kayo? ;)
ngayong araw lang baya dumating sa house yung grades last sem. hehehe! i was kinda wondering why i haven't been berated by my mom this sem. yun pala, di pa dumating yung grades. on the other hand, di ko nalang inisip masyado kung bakit di nya ako kinulit.
it's been n-weeks since i last checked emails and whatnot. musta na kaya kayo? ;)
20 September 2004
18 August 2004
KAPOY!
kapoy na skwela, kapoy lingkod sa classroom. gipa-drop ko ug zoo150 for excessive absences. yati. i hope i´m still legible for an extension para maka-gradweyt! (otherwise, i´ll be seeing you underwater...)
kapoy na ko sa thesis. huhuhu! i´ll have to change my methods para magamit ko yung data na na-collect. inutil! at least i won´t have to defend again. (phew!)
kapoy lang jud. i got sick. last thursday until kahapon. i think i´m feeling kinda normal today, not so fatigued, that is. but the headache´s still there. hahay.
lalalalalala...sing with me. i miss beer!
kapoy na ko sa thesis. huhuhu! i´ll have to change my methods para magamit ko yung data na na-collect. inutil! at least i won´t have to defend again. (phew!)
kapoy lang jud. i got sick. last thursday until kahapon. i think i´m feeling kinda normal today, not so fatigued, that is. but the headache´s still there. hahay.
lalalalalala...sing with me. i miss beer!
11 August 2004
Time Warp
I´ve lost track of time. i mean, i can´t figure out what have i been doing these past few weeks. I miss the people i hang out with, i haven´t done much of that lately; i miss beer; i miss loitering at the beach house; i miss reading/writing blogs; i haven´t checked my email since last week of July (?).
is this teenage Alzheimer´s? =p for sure, i´ve been somewhere and done some stuff. hahay...
i think the marshy gases at Agusan has affected me terribly.
is this teenage Alzheimer´s? =p for sure, i´ve been somewhere and done some stuff. hahay...
i think the marshy gases at Agusan has affected me terribly.
27 July 2004
i get it! yey!
i was troubled last week cos i couldn´t create a new post. now i know what i´m supposed to do. but then i´m out of time.
i wish i had a laptop.
i wish i´d make time to re-do my background. kapoy buhat ug html. hehe! cge lang, you´ll see...
i wish i had a laptop.
i wish i´d make time to re-do my background. kapoy buhat ug html. hehe! cge lang, you´ll see...
14 July 2004
sick and paranoid
it´s sick having a crush. it´s like going back to high school. you´ve learned things the hard way then, yet now you´re willing to forget them, just to re-learn the same lessons. does this mean we´re hopelessly romantic? (i say ¨we¨ cos it´s not just me i´m talking about here. *wink!*)
so i´m done with one crush, and RIGHT ON TO ANOTHER! argh!!! it´s a passing thing, kinda like a fad... but it´s so frustrating. hmph!
but i have to admit, it´s kinda fun. being the one paranoid isn´t, but listening about others´ paranioa is. =) forgive me if that comes off as mean, but really, don´t we enjoy swapping horror stories? paranioa stories are pretty much like that for me. only funnier.
therefore, let´s enjoy it while it lasts. and never, NEVER missend messages. ;p
so i´m done with one crush, and RIGHT ON TO ANOTHER! argh!!! it´s a passing thing, kinda like a fad... but it´s so frustrating. hmph!
but i have to admit, it´s kinda fun. being the one paranoid isn´t, but listening about others´ paranioa is. =) forgive me if that comes off as mean, but really, don´t we enjoy swapping horror stories? paranioa stories are pretty much like that for me. only funnier.
therefore, let´s enjoy it while it lasts. and never, NEVER missend messages. ;p
12 July 2004
I don´t get this
i hope you´re not seeing a ¨reprint¨ of the stuff of ice cream because i do. i don´t get it. and another thing, i remember ranting about a sick week (last week) but i don´t see it and it´s not among my posts. what did i did?? ;p
06 July 2004
the stuff of ice cream
having been absent from my two (and only) classes today, i still decided to come to school and lunched at the Beach House. i spotted the Selecta cart parked right below the ever verdant acacia tree and made up my mind that i will have ice cream after eating. so, i go in the canteen and after taking my time in choosing what ulam to buy, i ended up with the classic fried chicken & toyo. in fairness, the breading tasted good.
anyhoo, i finish lunch and got a drumstick from manong. it costed 30 pesos. i thought to myself, makakauwi pa kaya ako? no matter, it was ice cream i wanted and ice cream i got. i kidded that even if i´ll have to forgo lunch tomorrow, ice cream will be worth it.
it wasn´t. ugh! i was so disappointed with it, i have already erased from my memory what flavor it was. i think i most enjoyed tormenting other people because they wanted one but wouldn´t get one for themselves...
then comes Joe. he ate lunch, got himself a popsicle (i think it was named Twister but i prefer Twisted cos it suits the boy who bought it), and enjoyed it immensely. i did too. hahaha!
i dunno why he enjoyed his popsicle, but i didn´t with my ice cream. sucks. perhaps the root of it all goes way back to my boyhood. i mean, his. ;p
anyhoo, i finish lunch and got a drumstick from manong. it costed 30 pesos. i thought to myself, makakauwi pa kaya ako? no matter, it was ice cream i wanted and ice cream i got. i kidded that even if i´ll have to forgo lunch tomorrow, ice cream will be worth it.
it wasn´t. ugh! i was so disappointed with it, i have already erased from my memory what flavor it was. i think i most enjoyed tormenting other people because they wanted one but wouldn´t get one for themselves...
then comes Joe. he ate lunch, got himself a popsicle (i think it was named Twister but i prefer Twisted cos it suits the boy who bought it), and enjoyed it immensely. i did too. hahaha!
i dunno why he enjoyed his popsicle, but i didn´t with my ice cream. sucks. perhaps the root of it all goes way back to my boyhood. i mean, his. ;p
05 July 2004
The Day the Dolphins Came
(excerpts)
Myra sat on a mat under the talisay, fanning herself. She appeared to look at the tanned, chubby boy who was sitting quietly, making no fuss as he dug the sand, so she let her mind drift as the clouds were doing that April morning.
It was a perfect day to spend at their beach house. The infinite sky was the playground of cotton clouds that played tag with each other. What little breeze there was was warm but the water--cool, deep, and green--was gently ruffled by the scanty air movements. The white sand served as the sparse boundary between the ocean and the greenery of the island. Ants, crabs, and small invertebrates could be seen scuttling between leaves of the creeping sand vines. Coconuts stood tall and willowy among the oaks and gemelinas, treacherous with their loose branches and heavy fruit. A couple of years back, Myra considered having them cut down but her husband, Mike, said the beach wouldn't be the same without them, so she let them be.
She remembers well the first time she set eyes on this island. She was with her husband-to-be though they both didn't know it at that time. They were on an island hopping trip sponsored by Creative Ink, the advertising company Mike still works for, and where she was a client. Myra had a steady boyfriend then, going on four years, and Mike was a happy bachelor. When she found out her fiancé had been cheating on her, one thing led to another and eight months later she was triumpahntly exchanging vows with Mike. They have been married for five years now. Sometimes she missed him, but she wouldn't admit it; he said, more than once, that he's had enough of a rich-kid for a wife.
--
The rain has stopped completely and the clouds were slowly making way for the sun. A faint shaft of light, which broke through the clouds, appeared like a rainbow and ended on the family of dolphins.
A pot of gold, Mike thought. Tears began to sting his eyes and silently, silently they slid down his cold cheeks.
The dolphins' bodies glistened in the feeble light, huddled as though they were cold. Or feeling sorrow. A few clicks and cries could be heard from them, but nothing else disturbed the sound of crashing waves except the child's sobs.
DMMVerdote
Sept11'03
0205a
Myra sat on a mat under the talisay, fanning herself. She appeared to look at the tanned, chubby boy who was sitting quietly, making no fuss as he dug the sand, so she let her mind drift as the clouds were doing that April morning.
It was a perfect day to spend at their beach house. The infinite sky was the playground of cotton clouds that played tag with each other. What little breeze there was was warm but the water--cool, deep, and green--was gently ruffled by the scanty air movements. The white sand served as the sparse boundary between the ocean and the greenery of the island. Ants, crabs, and small invertebrates could be seen scuttling between leaves of the creeping sand vines. Coconuts stood tall and willowy among the oaks and gemelinas, treacherous with their loose branches and heavy fruit. A couple of years back, Myra considered having them cut down but her husband, Mike, said the beach wouldn't be the same without them, so she let them be.
She remembers well the first time she set eyes on this island. She was with her husband-to-be though they both didn't know it at that time. They were on an island hopping trip sponsored by Creative Ink, the advertising company Mike still works for, and where she was a client. Myra had a steady boyfriend then, going on four years, and Mike was a happy bachelor. When she found out her fiancé had been cheating on her, one thing led to another and eight months later she was triumpahntly exchanging vows with Mike. They have been married for five years now. Sometimes she missed him, but she wouldn't admit it; he said, more than once, that he's had enough of a rich-kid for a wife.
--
The rain has stopped completely and the clouds were slowly making way for the sun. A faint shaft of light, which broke through the clouds, appeared like a rainbow and ended on the family of dolphins.
A pot of gold, Mike thought. Tears began to sting his eyes and silently, silently they slid down his cold cheeks.
The dolphins' bodies glistened in the feeble light, huddled as though they were cold. Or feeling sorrow. A few clicks and cries could be heard from them, but nothing else disturbed the sound of crashing waves except the child's sobs.
DMMVerdote
Sept11'03
0205a
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