Like, grabe! Super duper over mega-guest-post-to-da-max!

xDD

Like, I'll make gawa naman a post for Dion noh! Like, to make bawi naman sa pagmake post nya sa blog ketch!

You know mga friends, I'm so pagod na. You know? Tired na ang lola nyo. :| So I'll make lagay na lang like yung convo namin ni Dion. Like it's super bonggacious talaga, noh! xD

AY.
Nevermind na lang mga friends. Like, baka magalit sa akin si Dion, noh! You know?!

Oshah.
xDD

Sulat ni Tatay at Nanay sa Atin

Hindi pa ako tapos maglinis ng Inbox ko sa e-mail. 200+ messages pa rin. Kaya ngayon, ang dami kong nahahanap na e-mails. Para may ma-post, Kukuha ako sa Inbox ko.

Sulat ni Tatay at Nanay sa Atin

Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako at pagpasensiyahan.


Kapag dala ng kalabuan ng mata ay nakabasag ako ng
pinggan
o nakatapon ng sabaw sa hapag kainan, huwag mo sana akong
kagagalitan.
Maramdamin ang isang matanda. Nagse-self-pity ako sa
tuwing sinisigawan mo ako.

Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at hindi ko maintindihan
ang sinasabi mo, huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan
ng 'binge!' paki-ulit nalang ang sinabi mo o pakisulat
nalang.
Pasensya ka na, anak. Matanda na talaga ako.

Kapag mahina na ang tuhod ko, pagtiyagaan mo sana akong
tulungang tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo
noong nag-aaral ka pa lamang lumakad.

Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man ay
nagiging makulit at paulit-ulit na parang sirang plaka.
Basta pakinggan mo nalang ako. Huwag mo sana akong
Pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang pakinggan.

Natatandaan mo anak noong bata ka pa?
kapag gusto mo ng lobo, paulit-ulit mo 'yong sasabihin,
maghapon kang mangungulit hangga't hindi mo nakukuha ang
gusto mo.
Pinagtyagaan ko ang kakulitan mo.

Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang aking amoy. Amoy
matanda, amoy lupa.
Huwag mo sana akong piliting maligo. Mahina na ang katawan
ko.
Madaling magkasakit kapag nalamigan, huwag mo sana akong
pandirihan.

Natatandaan mo noong bata ka pa? Pinagtyagaan kitang
habulin
As ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw mong maligo.

Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung madalas, ako'y masungit,
Dala na marahil ito ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo,
maiintindihan mo rin.

Kapag may konti kang panahon, magkwentuhan naman tayo,
kahit sandali lang.
Inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong nag-iisa. Walang kausap.

Alam kong busy ka sa trabaho, subalit nais kong malaman mo
na sabik na sabik
Na akong makakwentuhan ka, kahit alam kong hindi ka
interesado sa mga kwento ko.

Natatandaan mo anak, noong bata ka pa?
Pinagtyagaan kong pakinggan at intindihin
ang pautal-utal mong kwento tungkol sa iyong teddy bear.

At kapag dumating ang sandali na ako'y magkakasakit
at maratay sa banig ng karamdaman,
huwag mo sana akong pagsawaang alagaan.

Pagpasensyahan mo na sana kung ako man ay maihi o madumi
sa higaan,
Pagtyagaan mo sana akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali ng
aking buhay.
Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal.

Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking pagpanaw, hawakan mo
sana ang aking kamay
At bigyan mo ako ng lakas ng loob na harapin ang
kamatayan.

At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag kaharap ko na ang Diyos na
lumikha,
ibubulong ko sa kanya na pagpalain ka sana ...
Dahil naging mapagmahal ka sa iyong ama't ina...

__________

Ang lungkot naman.

Gauntlet/Deathrow Morning

Math: Speed Test
Bio: LT
English: LT
Chem: Practical Test

Ang hirap mag-isip... tapos 15 seconds lang. Ganun ang feeling ko sa lahat ng tests kanina. Math, sobrang obvious naman kung bakit. Bio, Late lumabas ang Li, kaya mas konti ang oras. Tapos ang hirap pa ng long test na yun. Nakakaasar. Hindi bagay yung long test para sa ganung klaseng pagtuturo. English... ewan. Multiple choice tapos essay. Wala nang chance magbasa ulit ng reading kasi Deathrow nga yung umaga, kaya ang dami kong nakalimutan. Yung essay wala rin. Tumigil ako ng 5 minutes bago nakapagsulat ulit. Tapos yung questionnaire ko pa sa English, may nakabakat na mga sagot. Kaya yung ibang numbers sa multiple choice nasagutan ko >:). Chem nakakaasar yung rounding off. Tama calculation ko pero dahil sa rounding off, MALI. Sana tama yung mixing ko.

Grabe ang dami ko pang gusto sabihin, pero kailangan ko ng control. Time out muna.

Behind the Shadow of a Smiley

WARNING!
If you are unrelated to this blog post, chances are the next few lines will mean nothing to you.

"Aftermath and Reconciliation"
Yahoo Messenger. Who doesn't know or hasn't used it before? It has become so commonplace, the primary mode of communication for people who are not sitting and talking in front of each other.

It's easy to hide behind a smiley. No one can see you anyway. Whatever you type will embody your emotion, or your intentions. Just a simple ":))" and whoever you're talking to will think that you are happy. A simple ":(", and you're sad. This mask is inherent for any mode of communication that does not involve the parties seeing each other, face to face. Most have abused this feature of IM clients, me included.

It's not my nature to be emo. In fact, I despise the idea. What good would sulking around, NOT talking to anyone, and self-injury do? Besides the fact that it hurts physically and emotionally, you become an object of attention, and not in a good way.

However, it's part of me to be mischievous. That, and my curiosity kills me. Now it so happens that I did something bad to someone. After confessing to the crime, something in me just told me to fake it. It was fairly easy. I knew how to fake my identity, and I almost always never fail in that matter. Succeeding in doing so, however, was not what I wanted. Maybe it was. I'm not sure. However, I can't just leave the matter unattended, because that person is my friend. I was able to "atone" for my wrongdoings (person, if you're reading, you know what happened). Everything went fine after that.

Oh well~

Revelation of the Accused

WARNING!
If you are unrelated to this blog post, chances are the next few lines will mean nothing to you.

"A summary of the conversation that allowed the Curse to happen"

Let the asker be named, "The Accused"
Let the asked be named, "The Unknowing Accomplice"
Let the the target of the Accused's intentions be named, "The Victim"

Naglalakad ang dalawang magkaibigan sa Agham Rd. Mayroon silang pinag-uusapan. Medyo agresibo ang isa sa kanila. Kanina pa sila nag-uusap. Mukhang may gusto siyang malaman na hindi siya susuko hanggang makamit.

"Sige na, ibigay mo na sakin yung password mo."
"Ayoko, baka kung ano gawin mo eh."
"Ha? Katulad ng ano?"
"Ha? Ah.... ewan ko. Baka mang-blackmail ka. I can't take the risk."
"Ako? Blackmail? Kilala mo naman ako. Isa ba akong taong nang-bblackmail?"
"Hindi, pero -- nandoon pa rin yung risk eh."
"Anung risk? Kilala mo naman ako. Hindi ako blackmailer. Sa tingin mo ba, mang-bblackmail ako?"
"Ahhh... Hindi. Pero--"
"Ayun naman pala eh. Ibigay mo na sakin. Wala namang mawawala sa 'yo eh."
"Ayoko pa rin. Bakit mo ba gusto?"
"Wala lang. Basta, ibigay mo nalang. Tutal, hindi mo naman ginagamit. Kilala mo naman ako, at hindi ako hacker. Hindi rin ako nang-bblackmail. Hindi pa ba sapat yun para iguarantee ang iyong peace of mind?"
"Ha? ah... Sige na nga! Basta wala kang gagawing makakasama sa aking reputasyon. Ayokong magkaroon ng kaaway na hindi ko alam."
"'Wag ka mag-alala. Sasabihin ko sa 'yo 'pag may kaaway ka na."
"[laughs], 'wag! Basta wala kang ibblackmail, at mga iba pang kagaguhan."
"Sige, promise! Walang mangyayaring masama sa account mo, at wala akong ibblackmail o iinsultuhin o babastusin."
"Sige, ang password ko ay _______"
"Ano, ulit? [gets phone]"
"_______. Alam mo na username ko 'di ba?"
"Oo. So, __..._____. Tama ba?"
"...Oo. Siguraduhin mo wala kang gagawing masama ha!"
"Syempre. Hindi naman ako masamang tao. Wala rin naman akong mapapala kung gawan kita ng kaaway. Magkaibigan naman tayo."
"Yeah. Sige"

Naghiwalay sila sa Quezon Ave. Tumawid ang isa sa kalye. Ang isa naman ay kumaliwa papuntang Quezon Circle, at tumigil sa harap ng Philippine Children's Medical Center. Doon, siya ay may naisip na plano. Natandaan niya ang kanyang isang kaibigan, at ang nangyari nung Fair. Mukhang nakalimutan niya na may ipinangako siya sa kanyang kaibigan. "Hindi naman niya mapapansin. Hindi ko hahayaan na masira ang reputasyon niya. Hindi ako masamang tao. Gusto ko lang talaga gawin 'to!"

Kung ano man ang kanyang binabalak, nagawa niya. Nagtagumpay man siya o hindi, hindi niya sigurado.

Why am I here?

Along my usual path to the front lobby, I chanced upon a group of people lining up for something. I saw children in non-PSHS uniform. They were apparently lining up for the exam registration. I never experienced lining up there, because my parents did all the applications for PSHS for me. Seeing them, I remember something that happened 3 years ago...

We were passing along Agham Road, on our way to SM North. We passed by the PSHS Campus. To me, it was nothing special. Sure, there are a lot of schools in the world. This is just one of them. As we passed by the school, my mom told me, "If you make it, you can study there. Only the best of the best make it into that school". I didn't give it much thought. We already visited the campus in the past, and I only got a good look inside the gym. My first impressions was that this school's facilities were horrible (It wasn't far from the truth...). The gym's "inverted pyramid" look and washed out walls didn't look nice to me. The two other buildings were also ignored.

At first, I really can't say I liked to study in this school. It looks undermaintained, old, and other words which I described it with but couldn't remember. I would rather have studied in UST, my current school. The facilities there were respectable, and most rooms air-conditioned.

That only happened for a few seconds. The campus left our minds the moment we turned at the junction at North Avenue. Little would I know that that "school" would be the cornerstone of my future. My application for the first screening was accepted. It was accompanied by a recommendation letter from my science and math teacher. I also applied for UST, my then "current" school.

A month passed, and there I was, standing in front of the big orange building they call the "SHB". I was tense. There were a lot of people in the front area. It was like a small EDSA Revolution. I followed a line of other examinees, fervently rehearsing my room number. I couldn't afford to forget it.

Two hours passed, and my temple was throbbing slightly. I can't particularly say I reviewed "properly" for the first examination. I was given a few books, but I wasn't enrolled in any review class by my parents. Math came easily for me, and Abstract Reasoning need not be explained. The examination was a good experience, and I really didn't care about the results.

A month or so passed. A letter with the seal of PSHS arrived in our house. My parents looked at it with a hint of excitement. In the letter would be my test results. I was also thrilled at the prospect of my abilities being gauged, and apparently, it was enough to get me to the second screening. My parents were happy, and I was happy. Now that I passed the first screening, my parents couldn't let me review unsystematically. I was signed up by my parents for a set of review classes. I can't remember the name or the location of that review center, but I definitely remember a few faces. It was there that I met: Nathaniel Cachero, Andrea Alegre, and at least two other people who are currently in PSHS.

The second screening examination came and passed. I also passed, in a different way. I was now eligible to study in PSHS. The examinations for my "current" school also happened. I passed that too, but my clear choice was PSHS. My only other classmate, who also happens to be our valedictorian, who passed the first screening failed the second screening, so I was the only one from UST in our batch who would be eligible to study in PSHS. It seems contradictory, that I am the only one from our school that will study in PSHS while the rest of my friends would stay in UST. Even I can't remember why I chose PSHS. Maybe it was a new experience, new faces, new teachers, new school.

April 2006: the month of our graduation. Through a stroke of fate, our graduation fell on April 22, my birthdate. The ceremonies, complete with "Pomp and Circumstance" (the standard graduation music), happened quite quickly. Soon, we were already exiting the auditorium, probably the last time we would see each other. I saw friends bidding other friends farewell. I also said goodbye, and thought about what would happen next. This new school -- was it the right choice? What will happen to me? I am leaving every one of my friends behind, and I would plunge to a new world, not knowing a single face.

Two years have passed. Now, I am a junior, still in PSHS. Whenever I think back to those days, those days when my choices were laid out in front of me and I had to choose, I always tell myself, "I made the right choice".

Waking up....

Imagine this: a very important lesson is being taught in front of class, and you can't concentrate because your eyes are half-closing. Well, that's what was happening to me earlier this day. What's especially frustrating is that the subject being taught was Math 4. Yes. Math 4 with Mr. Fortunato Tacuboy III. All of you (Be, Li, Mg, Rb) know what happens if you miss even ONE day of a Math 4 session with Sir Nat as your teacher: EPIC FAILURE. Maybe I can understand half the words he was saying, but for the most part, it's all blank. I can't process what he's saying...

"...Tangent 2 theta is equal to....1 minus cosine theta....derive....quadrant three....square root of...identity....mukhang hindi niyo na kaya....equation.....sa board....pag-isipan...yan ang dahilan...zero sa long test...."

And then came....Chem, with a long test to boot. I forced myself to read and process the questions. The first part was easy, then Problem Solving came along. I forced myself to "wake up". Hopefully, I was able to finish the long test with a few minutes of extra time. I double checked my answers, and submitted. By then, I was fully awake.

...It took me long enough. It took me three hours to really "wake up".

Later in the day, there was a career assessment. We arrived late. I felt sleepy again. Partly because I was bored, partly because the questions were "easy". So much for a 1:40 dismissal.

"THE!" or "You can never can tell, part 2"

After some more time digging through my e-mails, I found this -- the sequel to "You can never can tell". If you haven't read the previous installment yet, you should scroll down a little more to the previous post.

THE!
I thought Jay's ex-girlfriend was really out of our lives. But heaven only goes that I was wrong. Kakakasal pa lang namin nun when Jay received a uninamous text. "Meet me at the clinic." I had a stinking feeling in my butt. I told him not to go. It might in danger him. Pero sabi niya, ok lang daw because life is what we make.

Tumahimik lang ako. Sabi niya, "Penny for you talks." But I didn't know what to say. Beggars can't be losers. Isa pa, worried talaga ako na baka yung girl yun. Jay said, "Can't got your tongue?" I tried to smile at him. Kahit di ako nagsalita, actions speak louder than works, di ba?

Be that as is may, umalis pa rin siya. I was out of the loophole. After a few hours, I called him on his cellphone. But my calls fell on Jeff's ears. Lalo akong nag-worry kasi I didn't even know Jeff. Sabi na nga ba di na dapat umalis si Jay. That's what I'm talking about it.

So I tried calling some friends who will help me find Jay. That's what friends are for naman di ba? But I just faced a blank mall. I had to do this alone. Nag-taxi na lang ako. Pero ang mahal na pala ng plug down rate.

When I got to the clinic, the security was really buffed up. Di basta-basta makakapasok. So I said, "I beg your cordon. I'm patient. It's my favorite virtue nga e." Nagduda yata yung isang guard. Hinawakan ako sa arm. The nerd! I shouted, "Don't touch me not!" Buti na lang the other guards were nice and said, "Come on, let's join us."

When I went inside, parang I've been there, done there. Nung walang nakatingin, nag-explore ako. Nakarating ako sa top floor and I had a bird's IQ of the clinic. I could not explain it but I was drawn to a room on the floor. Siguro Divine Intermission na yun.

Parang may narinig akong umuungol. I was thorn. Di ko alam kung aalis ba ako o papasukin ko. It made me stick in the stomach to think that Jay and his ex-girlfriend were there. I tried to tell myself to slower my expectations. But to tell with it! I had to strike while the iron is not. I had to hear the truth from the corpse's mouth. I barraged in. O my gas! Si Jay, naka-strap sa operating table, parang genie pig sa isang nakakatakot na experiment. He was on the cutting edge. He was bleeding. At ang doctor na nagpapahirap sa kanya, ang ex-girlfriend niya at ang bago nitong boyfriend, ang nurse na si Walter. Doon ko napatunayang blood is thicker than Walter.

Guess watch? Di ko alam kung paano ko nagawa pero I was able to search and rescue Jay. Siguro adrenaline brush na yun.

Now, he's recovering. Nag-sorry siya na hindi siya nakinig sa akin. I know it's a better pill to swallow your pride so it's forgive and forget me not. All swell that end swell. I know we should kiss and put on makeup.

Ang ex-girlfriend naman niya at si Walter, nakakulong na. Detention is really better than cure. So the moral of the lesson is: if symptoms persist, insult your doctor.
___________________________________________

Have fun~

"You can never can tell"

While digging through my e-mails, I stumbled upon one, which I read, and found amusing. This story has two parts, I'll upload the next part tomorrow (para may magawa for comsci :D)

You can never can tell
We' ve been friends for a long time ago. We come from
the same alma mother. Actually, our paths crossed one
time on another. But it's only now that I gave him a
second look. I realized that beauty is in the eyes.
The pulpbits of my heart went fast, really fast. Cute
pala siya. And then, he came over with me. He said, "I
hope you don't mine. Can I get your number?" Nag-worry
ako. What if he doesn't give it back? He explained
naman na it's so we could keep intact daw. Sabi ko,
connect me if i'm wrong but are you asking me ouch?
Nabigla siya. Sagot niya, The! Aba! Parang siya pa ang
galit! Persona ingrata!!! Ang kapal niya!I cried
buckles of tears.

Na-guilty yata siya. Sabi niya, isipin mo na lang na
this is a blessing in the sky. Irregardless daw of his
feelings, we'll go ouch na rin. Now, we're so in love.
Mute and epidemic na ang past. Thanks God we swallowed
our fried. Kasi, I'm 33 na and I'm running our time.
After 2 weeks, he plopped the question. "Will you
marriage me?" I'm in a state of shocked. Kasi mantakin
mo, when it rains, it's four! This is true good to be
true. So siyempre, I said yes. Love is a many
splendor.

Pero nung inaayos ko na ang aming kasal, everything
swell to pieces. Nag-di-dinner kami noon nang biglang
sa harap ng aming table, may babaeng humirit ng,
"Well, well, well. Look do we have here." What the
fuss! The nerd ng babaeng yon! She said they were
still on. So I told her, whatever is that, cut me some
slacks! I didn't want this to get our hand kaya I had
to sip it in the bud. She accused me of steeling her
boyfriend. Ats if! I don't want to portrait the role
of the other woman. Gosh, tell me to the marines! I
told her, "please, mine you own business!" Who would
believe her anyway?

Dahil it's not my problem anymore but her problem
anymore, tumigil na rin siya ng panggugulo. Everything
is coming up daisies. I'm so happy. Even my boyfriend
said liketwice. He's so supportive. Sabi niya, "Look
at is this way. She's our of our lives."

Kaya advise ko sa inyo - take the risk. You can never
can tell. Just burn the bridge when you get there.
Life is shorts. If you make a mistake, we'll just pray
for the internal and external repose of your
soul. I second emotion.
___________________________________________
Naintindihan niyo ba?
It deserves many rereads, para maintindihan. Have fun~

Humanities Week: off to a great start? I don't think so.

It's all in the title. I really didn't like the way the week started. For one, they made us stand under the blazing sun for nearly an hour before even starting the "parade", which really pissed me off. After that, we had to watch a performance by maskara, and then the talent show.

...they really didn't expect us to play nice, right? during the parade, we sneaked away from the line and made a beeline for the cafeteria. We bought some drinks, and then just stayed there. After a while, some of the COs went to the cafeteria and shouted at all of us to go back to the field. Well, now they told us, right? So we went as instructed, and suffered another hour under the sun.

There was a short break, and after that, the games commenced. First up was tug of war, then some weird game which i forgot the name of that involves a rope and fifteen people racing towards the finish line. Next up was a weird chopsticks/calamansi game. Last was Premyo o Bayong, which is like the original Pera o Bayong game by MTB.

After the games, there wasn't much to do anymore. Some of us didn't know where the tree planting was, and opted to stay in the front lobby, cafeteria, or gazebos. There was a darts tournament in the front lobby.

We practiced for dikum at about 3:30. Later, I accompanied a friend to the math unit to see Sir Mardan. We arrived there, and no one seemed to be there. We looked into the "restricted area", and found a pair of feet on the couch. We approached it, and found Sir Mardan asleep. I whispered to my friend that I need to get my camera, and I told him not to wake Sir Mardan up. I ran towards my bag, got my camera out, and took a picture of Sir Mardan. Then I told my friend that he can now wake Sir Mardan up...but we couldn't. He was fast asleep. So we crept out of the math unit...with a trophy. :D:D:D