Poverty

It's 4:44 on my bedroom clock. The only sign of human life around my neighborhood is my bedroom: the loud crackling of chips, the bedroom light turned on. The rooster is awake and so am I. But the disparity is I've been so since twelve hours ago (and still not feeling sleepy), but it has had its nightly rest. The bag of chips is left unmoved as of now, lying on the bed with a heap of art stuff: catalog envelopes, par avion envelopes, cartolinas, tissue papers, shears, colored cardboards, and what are left of sketches cut out into collage components. Forgive me for the term, but they seem to be having an orgy; for the current state of my bed-top is as foul and disgusting, if not worse, as the word "orgy" implies.

Fortunately, I have another bed, the one where my brother used to sleep. The current state of this other bed is less lousy, more welcoming, but nonetheless equally uncomfortable. I will not disclose to you what is on top of it, but I will disclose to you that if you had been my guest, you would not dare lie on it. Between the two beds is a desktop you cannot lay something on because of the pile of scattered papers wrung on top. Okay, "wrung" is for trash, and those on top of it aren't, but they're sort of trashy because they are so disorganized.

I can't believe what the long weekend does to people. First, it makes you the pretentious planner who lists things to do over the weekend. Then, you procrastinate and pretend you were the lead guitarist of Nirvana (Star Powers rock!!! Rock on!!!). And then, it converts you into this movie addict, who watches a dozen of films consecutively on Youtube, until right in the middle of a clip Youtube removes the video, thereby letting you destroy the deep sleeps of your neighbor through your ungodly shout right in the middle of the night (I swear, you'd shout too if you were in my shoes.). And so I predict that the last phase of the weekend will be devoted to cramming.

And to recount my days, I'll tell you four things:

One. Keep complaining until it dawns on you that your whining doesn't change anything.
Two. Stay up until three to study. Then wake up to study again, only to be clueless on an exam.
Three. What a great epiphany I've experienced last Saturday!! While I was making up for missed PE sessions, I learned that to create strikes and spares, you'd have to target the floor, not the pins. Translated to the language of life, you mustn't think of your consequences more than you think of your actions. Or, you mustn't care for the future more than you should of the present.
Four. Michael Phelps is not as awesome as I am. Hahaha. And because I will be attending a swimming party this Friday, I just realized I have nothing categorized as swimwear but trunks. GMO! And I don't wear trunks in public, because time will stop and people will stare at me. So I have to purchase board shorts. And God only knows how impoverished I am (Ok, I'll shut up before mental images of Africa start flickering). But I really, really, really have to buy board shorts (and a DSLR, and books, and a new laptop) or else people will realize how scrawny and kiddish I am with the trunks.

Do me a favor. Win the lotto for me. Ok, I shall now sleep. Time: 5:22. The sun is rising.

Praise be to the Almighty

If there is one line that struck me in "Get Smart," it would be "Oh, my Lord." It was said by the Chief during the butt-dragging-through-the-train-rails scene. It showed how utter reliance on the Lord is inevitable during desperate times beyond human control.

Every single day, millions of people cry out to the Lord out of desperation. But much fewer cry out to the Lord in gratitude undeniably due Him. Thanks be to God for everything. For love. For peace. For joy. For things beyond our knowledge. For things within our grasp. For dreams left unfulfilled. For ambitions turned into realities. For forgiving every time we sin. For welcoming prodigal sons and daughters.

I am a prodigal son. I've had my unfair share of weaknesses, failures, and unworthinesses. But like the most famous prodigal son, when I come back, my Father will shower me with blessings far more gratifying than any of the stray-aways while lost. He will rejoice to see me again. He will hold a banquet especially for my coming back. He will celebrate my arrival.

But I am where I am, and where I am right now is not where I should be. My Father awaits for me in worry.

Lord, help me see the bigger picture.

Until I become McArthur, I will be truly downcast.

I shall return.

Because the heavens are angry and I'm stuck in my cube

Mushi (nobody calls her Gia at all. Perhaps when she's a little older?), my little niece, is currently in Baguio. The last time I saw her (or at least the last time I remember I saw her) she was princessy. But now, she has turned into a monster!! RARRR!! She's a little leaner and taller, and the brat that she is, spits on fishes she sees on aquariums and zen gardens. But still, she wears those princessy outfits, so think about a runaway princess. Or a rebel princess. Or whatever. Anyway, imagine being a little girl, not even a year old, talking gibberish, and wearing clothes fit for a princess. I mean, I'd rather she wear Sesame Street, Disney, or even Teletubbies than she wear a Keira Knightley or an Angelina Jolie on Red Carpets or Awards nights. I really think they're spoiling her. Oh well, at least she's still lovable and cute.

So if she's a princess, does that make me a prince? Haha.

Look how misleading my blog can get

I clicked on my tracker to get a little feel of knowing something that others would not (although sharing it right now defeats the point), like the top secrets of Central Intelligence Agency agents or like surveillance cams on top of cashiers or like forensic scientists doing DNA tests plus fingerprinting, which by the way I have done just last summer, or just like having the fulfilling feeling of knowing something that others do not.

So as you can see (this time you may feel as if you're part of the highly kept-secret investigation), thousands of people google the weirdest searches ever, and almost ninety-nine percent of them gets fooled and clicks my blog. I guess only 1 out of the twenty found Google's popping out of my blog address useful.
And in statistics, this data set of sample size twenty could have been more precise and accurate and useful and reliable if the tracker had used stratified random sampling or clustered sampling or multistage sampling or whatever sampling such that whatever is not simple random.

I feel the need to explain the following keywords: archi stuff, Taco Bell architecture, "ask you a favor"/"One favor though," "Tim Andrew Torres Alabang," "Pangalan canal," "bansa ko mahal ko poem," "agimath," "swirly bitz," and "joji mendoza."

First off, swirly bitz. I did a senseless poem on "swirly bitz" which I gave to Muy mi amiga (ok, I should stop trying Spanish right now because I have no background whatsoever). It's also found somewhere within this blog, but if you haven't read it before, I suggest you don't try finding it because it has out-"Jabberwocky"-ed "Jabberwocky."

"Tim Andrew Torres Alabang" What the heck, Heck Tate? I've heard of Andrew Torreses in other countries but in Alabang? Never. So Tim is my friend. Andrew Torres is my best friend. And Alabang is where my brother lives when he stays in the Metro. See the connection? Haha.

"ask you a favor"/"one favor though" is one of my poems found in this blog. It is addressed to only one person when my emo-ness was optimally consuming me in my dreams, versus another poem, "to someones," which is directed to a lot of people. "to someones" is a million times better than "Can I ask you one favor though?"

So the archi stuff is a duhuh. The header says it all. Should I start changing it now? I only used archi stuff simply because when I started this blog I found inspiration in a wristwatch my dad gave me, on which was engraved the word "arkitekt." Plus the fact that the Architect's works are an amazement we should all say kudos to. I wonder if the Architect made blueprints of the stars, planets, bacteriophages and amino acid sequences, or if He did it without them.

Taco Bell Architecture is TBA. It is something we should all be wide-eyed at. Yehes, Taco Bell Architecture. The architecture of Taco Bell, of all the other fastfood chains. I really can't stop myself from laughing, why would someone want to search the architecture of Taco Bell? Is it that good? Because if it is, I'd probably blame my ignorance on the wonderful food they've got there.

JOJI MENDOZA is the celeb here. She's been searched thrice in a span of 11 days, probably by different people with different IP addresses. And I don't know why someone searching for Joji Mendoza is directed to my blog when her name isn't flashed a million times. Oh yeah, I remember. I made some poem entitled "isang tula para kay joji mendoza" in response to her "tula para kay ben lopez" (don't really remember the titles, haha). Moreover, she was a groupmate of mine in our Math proj during senior year, and our boardgame was entitled "Agimath" Yipee.

Two key phrases I cannot explain: "bansa ko mahal ko poem" and "pangalan canal"

What the Heck Tate is a pangalan canal? Hahaha.

And to close this post, I can say "architect guy drier" is the weirdest search ever. Pangalan canal comes in second because it still is somehow comprehensible, as opposed to an "architect guy drier," which I'm sure has a lame reason behind it. Maybe, the architect, a male, wants to be dry after hours of painstakingly sweaty work. Or maybe, there is a guy drier branded "architect," in which guys are dumped in like a dishwasher-drier.

One thing's for sure here though. My blog needs a makeover. Not the gay ones you see on TV but an organized and simpler and less misleading makeover (that I will never be able to do as Chemistry does not and will not permit me to do so).

So little time, so much to do

I'd like to spend my days with you
And if that day is not enough

Ok, enough. That song kind of stuck for a while years ago.
It' s funny how I'm not sleepy at this time of day (4:11 AM) at this time of life. I really should start sticking post-its on my laptop screen that scream: IT'S OVER. SUMMER'S OVER!!! So why the heck are you still bumming around like there's no tomorrow (or there is tomorrow)?

Summer for me was fun. I played a lot of games, watched a couple of films, listened to a dozen CDs. I never really went outdoors, so I was fulfilling my niche as the very attentive listener that I am to the COUCH!

Couch says "Hey Potato."
Ben says "Hey Couch."
Couch winks.
Ben says "We're meant to be."

Then Couch and I were together the entire summer left. I told her to listen to those bedtime stories I had wanted to finish, but we both got tired of Plato that we never got to Brunelleschi. I never even flicked that Musicophilia cover.

I told Couch I'm gonna make her cookies, so I did. With the help of Mrs. Fields (hahaha). I was mashed enough to not give her the avocados that Chef made for me. Mmm, the avocados are mine!

Well anyway we just watched and played. Watched Kyuu-kun deduce those out-of-this-world yet realistic mysteries. Played Cluedo a dozen gazillion battalion times!

And now I am turning into the worst student you could ever imagine. I never even bothered to open any textbook this summer (i.e., the gap between summer classes and 1st sem classes). But anyhow, my sleep deficiency shall take its toll when I grab the cookies downstairs and I start wobbling like the wirings of my iPod. I am in no position to make these gibberish glitterish! Hahaha, I need to take a break.

So now Couch is whispering, "Now that you're enrolled you're telling me that you need a break."
And then I say, "Shut up."

Then Couch says, "Oh my gawsh, I can't believe you're dumping me."
Then I say, "It's over, so kiss my ass goodbye."

Forgive me Couch, but I really have to end this. We are OVER.

Bakit ngayon ko lang nadiscover ang OneRepublic?

For such a great band, tsktsktsk.

I want

I want to have a DSLR
I want a new non-heating, non-hanging, super fast laptop
I want to have a library
I want to move to Katips
I want to own a forensics lab
I want to have books, lots of books: textbooks (who doesn't want textbooks?), novels, books books
I want new games for my DS
I want wii
I want to own a resto, a bookstore, and a grocery

I want time
I want food, glorious food, where the dogs of society howl!
I want every single volume of Detective School Q manga
I want an unlimited supply of strawberry yogurt
I want a garden of strawberries
I want to learn to play the sax
I want a lot

It is but natural to want. I am selfish. I care about what I have and what I get.
I care more about what I want to have than what I already have.
Why would I want something I already have? I cannot re-possess something I already have.
It is one-time: when you've got it, you've got it.

I want peace, not world peace, but peace in itself.
Peace out.

The Comeback

Last Thursday was my rain-pattered last lab exam of Bio 12. I was walking along Katipunan, with feet lifted slightly sideward instead of the usual upward because my pants would stain when soaked. Then as I occasionally examined my pants for mud-slops, I saw a lean tall man stop and stare at me. I stopped too and was shocked at what I saw. The last time I saw this man was more than two years ago, and I remember quite well the "bacterioFUDGE," the avant-garde and Marcel DuChamp, the tripartite statue, his BILLBOARD (oo nga, commercial model pala siya) and the endless but non-sleepless historical accounts of arts framed in kaleidoscopic micro-slides that clicked with every slide-change. The girl he was with must have been confused when I approached them and both of us were open-mouthed. But what made my mouth open wider was the fact that the teacher I had more than a couple of years ago remembered my first name! He was only doing a sort-of OJT in Pisay as an art educator, not an official Pisay faculty member, but a million times better than the official teacher (okay, exagg).

"Wow, anlaki mo na. Len, this is Ben, my student from Pisay. He was second year then," Sir Manuel says. (Man_uel Ca_rre_on yung pangalan niya, underscores included to avoid Google from popping me up when his name's Googled)

I don't actually know if I heard it right but Len was the name I can recall. It was really flattering that he remembered me out of all the students he had from various schools, such as Miriam/Poveda (not sure which), Ateneo, etc. I mean, if I were he, I would have forgotten my more-than-two-years-ago students. Add to it the fact that he went to the US for quite a long time.

I was like, "Wow, you remember"
And he was like "Of course"

And then our conversation led to my course: M--(I almost forgot that I was talking to an arts teacher), Molecular Biology and Biotech po

Sir: Ahh, MBB (Wow, I was surprised at how he knew that the term was MBB)
Di ka naman oblation?

Me (sa kaloob-looban ko, nagtataka ako bat niya naman tatanungin yun, pero anyway, sinagot ko rin): Oblation po.

So I fairly deduced that he graduated from UP, most prolly Fine Arts? :))

And then he was like, Kumusta ka na??
And I was like, May exam po.
And he was like, O nagmamadali ka ba?
And I was like, Medyo po.
And he was like, Ok, kung gusto niyo akong bisitahin andyan lang ako sa Ateneo High school
And I was like, Bakit ka naman namin bibisitahin? (but only in my head LOL)

So the exam went like STR. Computations galore for the Simpson's Diversity Index, Morisita's Index of Dispersion, blabla. Good thing, they gave out the formulas.
Tas, dahil di naman nagbabasa nito ang mga bio friends ko, allow me to brag. :)) Paminsan-minsan lang to, kaya itataga ko na sa blog na ito. ANG TAAS KO SA LAST BIO LAB EXAM. WOOHOO. :)) 58/60 O diba? Hightech talaga sa chamba Ben!!! Sige na, pagbigyan niyo na ako, meron naman akong mababa e.

MY VERY FIRST TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE.

But then, after the exam, I had my very first traumatic experience. Jack and I shared the same traumatic fate as we rode the Katips jeep. We were seated near the front as the jeepney was almost filled. (You know how Filipino culture works: passengers want to sit as nearer the exit as possible so that they would not have to hold and pass the grimy fares of the new incomers or they'd not have to say "Bayad daw po"; so if you get in a bit late and there are a lot of passengers already, chances are, you'd have to sit near the driver).

Anyhow, the ride went on as any ride should. But when we got to Shuster, there was this weird sound that kept on repeating: abruptly interrupted clinks as though someone wanted the jeepney to halt. And murmurs from someone are heard, although vaguely. But the jeepney never stopped. I myself was never sure if the person murmuring loudly but vaguely had wanted to get off. But when we got past Mercury Drug, along Berkeley Residences (the SM-owned condo being built), everyone was alarmed when the guy beside me KICKED the guy in front of him as though they were fighting over something. Everyone thought they knew each other, but this assumption was dismissed the moment the guy who got kicked shouted "Mama tulungan niyo ako, mga snatcher 'tong mga 'to." The jeepney had a world of its own. The driver immediately stopped. The guy next to me stood up and kicked some more. The guy from my other side immediately stood up and dove from the window ledge onto the outside world, escaping the possible threats of being stuck and held up. A guy near the exit exits. The kicked victim fights back. Another guy says out loud "Ang lakas mo mambintang a." Then four guys, later to be known as the snatchers, get off the jeepney, getting hold of nothing save embarrassment.

The events happened so quickly that the only thing that I had done was to stand up and try to get to the front seats as Jack and I were trapped. Imagine FOUR MUSCULADOS blocking the exit. Imagine if they all had knives pocketed and threatened us all to give up our phones and valuables and still slit some of us. Imagine the adrenaline I must have wasted but still not being able to move much. I was essentially TRAPPED. And if the FOUR SNATCHERS hadn't on them bits of halos, they would've exposed knives. That brief moment, about a second or so, I thought of a lot of things: getting to the headlines (JEEPNEY MASSACRE AND ROBBERY), my family and the worries and tears I'd have inflicted them, my phone and my money, my ID :)), "Is this the end for me?", and "what about the exam tomorrow?" This last one was quite funny and I was laughing when I recounted the events that took place. For some weird reason, I still had in me the interest in Bio. :))

Anyhow, so you might ask what happened? Well, the four snatchers got down before anybody with photographic memory remembered them. The guy who exited re-entered. There were some who got off and never got back. Nobody's phone got stolen.

The reason why the guy got kicked was because he was telling the passenger beside him to take heed because there were snatchers around. The guy who got kicked narrated to the ones left behind that the moment he got in the jeepney, the guy beside him, felt his pockets, and he was quick enough to ask the "feeler" why he was feeling his pockets. (Sa kaloob-looban ko, napaka-unprofessional naman ng snatcher, nafefeel ng sinasnatchan niya yung kamay niya).

Apparently, the four snatchers badly looked at him in the face, and all must have wanted him killed and shut off because he was a lousy kiss-up. Anyhow, the guy beside me got pissed at him warning everyone of snatchers (the murmurs were warnings pala) so the snatcher beside me kicked him on the crotch. (ayayay, nanghihina ako sa nangyari). Thanks to Mr Someone who got kicked, not a single phone got snatched.

My sincerest gratitude to Mr SOMEONE who sacrificed and got kicked. If it weren't for you, w880i might have been gone forever.

PS If you were wondering what Jack did the entire commotion, I'd gladly say he was calm, too calm that he didn't move a single twitch. :)) He just sat in front of me, did nothing, never showed even the slightest movements. It must have been more traumatic for him than for me. =)) Poor Jack.

BIOLOGY

Okay, best part is, IT'S DONE!!! :)) No more Pandocia, or even Peziza, Acanthaster, Clonorchis, gynecophoric canals, Apocynaceae, Sepia, Loligo, Lobophyton, Metridium, Pocillopora, Cassiopeia, Galaxaura, Turbellaria, Digenea, Sarcomastigophora, and lots more. Although I'll miss the nautilus. :))

Discipline

The next post will be in another four weeks, I guess.

I am both frantic and anxious at what Friday may bring. I haven't sat a total of seven hours a day for just one subject. I don't know if this summer class will be a good thing or not, but what I do know is there is no turning back. I just pray that all will be well with Bio because I don't want to suddenly blurt out "I should've chosen trumpets instead."

When I was choosing which subject to take this summer, I immediately thought of the hardest one because logically if you zoom in and isolate X from a group of variables you'd be focused on solving for X. And then the rest of the variables will be focused on a little later on. That was exactly what I did. I chose Bio over Math, over Chem, over Physics, over my top priority for the summer: Trumpets. :)) [maybe next year? Haha.]

Bio entails a lot of effort and time. And focusing on it is what I need. I am claiming that I will never be distracted by things such as multiply, stepmania (which btw is very addictive and fun), my nintendo ds (Haha, I will only get distracted by this if someone buys me a new cartridge :D), dancefreaks/dancemaniax (and people who influence me to go dancefreaking haha), ym and the comforts of being a sloth.

And on another note, after months of quiet, uncomplaining waiting, they announced my discipler. Yipee. Kuya Benjie Gonzales (Pisay 03).

On another note, my room is at its messiest condition since McDonald's was created. I will have to clean it sooner than summer classes start lest I will be the Marcel Duchamp of our generation.

On yet another note, TACO BELL is the best evah!!! =))

Lampayatot

Because I seldom talk about food but Taco Bell, here are non-Taco Bell eat-outs.

Here, I experience Italy.

Yesterday, I went to Ongpin. I really missed Eng Bee Tin, but even there, I never had the chance to buy hopia. Instead, I bought lasagna. Italian food in Chinatown. MMMMMMMMMM.

Last night, I ate out. At gateway. BUT NOT AT TACO BELL!!! It was very tempting: seeing Taco Bell but not eating there. I passed BOTH Taco Bells. But because a former classmate of mine was paying for our dinner, I had to eat at the very surprising Pizza Hut (his choice). Surprising because I had been assuming all the while that we were going to eat at some fine-dining resto considering that he worked at the congress. :)) Anyhow, waiting at Taco Bell for the other person whom I ate out with (there were three of us) was the hardest temptation I ever faced. It was really tempting to smell Taco Bell food but not being able to eat. It was really tempting (and detestable) to see the scrumptious Mexican food and the yellow wrappings but just be able to see them. And to top these all off, my tummy was grumbling already for we had to wait a million decades before the other guy arrived.

While waiting, the congress-person talked about the rice shortage issue the country is facing. And he told me, that there really is no shortage; we aren't endangered for the current rice produce. He told me that it has been publicized so so that the government officials will be given money (budget for the rice shortage will be given to them so they had to announce the nonexistent shortage). He told me that the government officials will be getting commission from the money tendered for the rice thing. It really is sad that the people's money go to the "government." Tsktsktsk, I don't know if he was making it all up or if it was the truth that he was saying. But what I do know is it was bad. Grrrr, but I was hungry then so I had to think about food much more than I had to about the government.

I was partly hoping that we were gonna eat at Taco Bell because we waited there. But no, for some reason, we switched fastfoods and landed on Pizza Hut. Hahaha, I really hate it when people invite me for dinner because I cannot decide which food to eat.

But I never regretted the congress-person's choice. Because the best part was it was a free dinner. :)) Italian food again, but who cares. I had the shrimp pasta thing (I didn't care what it was called as I was so hungry). And the dessert was heaven. It was called "I-dunno-again-but-who-cares-it-tasted-good." I binged on caramelized ice cream with banana and some cake toppings. And I consumed 90% of the dessert and the rest was consumed by the other two. Hahahahahaha, what's better than a free dinner??

NOTHING. :)) kidding. By the end of summer, I will have gained at least ten kilos. :)) Hopefully.

Horton is the best Seuss ever (no spoilers)

Today, the PubLit Team of my org went to Trinoma to have funfunfun.

Kuya Kito suggested that we watch Horton hears a who, although he had watched it already. After watching, we realized why he didn't care, while choosing which movie to watch, that he had watched it already. That's how great the movie is.

When I watched it, I somehow related the elephant to Jesus Christ. I can't really talk that much because I really recommend the movie. Promise. If I were to rate it like the ratings at the back of books, I'd say "Awesome" or even "Incredible" or "The best ever" :))

Waah. I can't say much. Point is, when you watch it, think about the Christian pov. And you'll get what I mean.

Horton hears a who is the deepest animated film I've ever seen. It isn't just for kids.

WATCH IT. I've never received any negative comments about it from people who watched it.

Mukha ba akong bayaran?

Today, I spent at least 5000 on miscellaneous, unnecessary stuff.

To celebrate my Math53 grade (woohoo!), I spent a lot. :))
Andrew invited me to go with him to Trinoma as he wanted to buy a gift for someone whose name I must not disclose for surprise's sake. When I got there, I told him I wanted to buy a leather case for my iPod. So I bought one for a thousand bucks, and I also bought a DS cartridge worth 2500, SUPER MARIO BROS. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Love love love mario.
Because we passed by a CD store, I also bought Herbie Hancock's Grammy award winner for best album of the year: River: the joni letters.

I love the album, really Grammy-worthy.

On my way home, I took the mrt and got off at Cubao. As I was crossing the bridge from Farmer's to Gateway, there was this guy, a thirtysomething big man, who asked me what time it was. Then I told him, 3:20 po. Then he asked me if I was going to Padi's Point (at Araneta Coliseum), I said NO! (I was caught off-guard by his question and so my adrenaline got to my nerves).

Then he asked if I could go with him:

big guy: Pwede mo ba akong samahan? Babayaran kita.

NO!

I told him in an in-your-face tone. Then ran as fast as I could without turning back.

What the hell? Who would've thought that the big guy was gay? EEEEEEEEEEEEEW, to think that he looked very masculine. He didn't cross-dress nor did he show any signs of being effeminate.

When I thought about it, nainsulto ako. Mukha ba akong callboy na bayaran? :(

101st post: One hundred one

At last, my first year in college is over. It ended today, when my adrenaline was at its maximum, as my English professor said, "Pass your papers."

My last day as a freshman was quite boring. It started out with me not finishing a round of Sushi Go Round, then later on finding out I was stuck in the slowest Katipunan jeepney ever. What made me restless was the fact that I was running a bit late for this last exam and the jeepney turned right at Romvlo. A signboard flashed to me the one-way scheme effective today. Thank God I arrived on time and finished the exam.

Praise God.

Oh yeah, I can feel the summer heat already

Summer's very near for me. It's just an exam away. What made me decide not to take the Bio11 exam was the fact that the lab part's included. All the while I had wanted to take the exam (in the hopes of getting a higher grade), I thought that only the lec part was included since the final exam is written. But no! I also realized that my grades are non-summa standing anymore, which means that I won't be graduating summa cum laude unless some miracle happens and I get a 1.0x come every sem. But who cares? When you're force-fed every day with bio and chem and add a little math memorization, you wouldn't care much about your grades. You'd just want to get away from them all.

Although part of me wants to go back in time so I could take the Chem exam (takers had shown positive feedback), I still am grateful that my summer is nearly over. And I don't have to study for the exam (an English exam isn't study-worthy!). I'm done with my essay for English! So yehey for me, because I can spend an entire day doing nothing very scholastic. Hahaha.

I really can feel the summer heat!! Although I'm sure it won't last more than two weeks because by then I would be thinking about Bio again. :)) But what's important is NOW. And NOW, I have nothing to do. WOOOOOOOOOOHOOOO!!

I need to have this

I am a fan of Jon Mclaughlin (I got this image from http://www.trappedinhell.com).

So, if you were wondering why I made it this long, it was because of him. :))

I am a big fan of Jon McLaughlin. Ever since I heard him sing and play the piano, I had wanted to be like him, a great singer-songwriter-pianist. Oh and btw, he was the one who sang "So Close" in Enchanted, which put him on Oscar's.

Now, I am taking the step a little closer, by starting with the HAIR. :))
You see, his hair and mine have a great similarity: the curls, the length. Only his is trimmed well, and browner.

So, if I ever get the chance to have my hair done, it should look something like this.

Google Jon Mclaughlin to learn more about him, and to see lots of pictures of his hair.

laughtrip with manong pedicabista

I was in the middle of doing my chem 26 results and discussions report (rdr) when I started to crave for Taco Bell (again). So I called them, asking when they will be having a deli service. But, to my dismay, they don't and won't have plans of opening up a deli service. Anyhow, it was about six and I was really craving that I didn't think twice in getting to Gateway and sacrificing my RDR (yeah, I'll be bludgeoning myself again to avoid narcolepsy from getting in) for two grilled stuft beef burritos and one crunchwrap supreme (awww, loooooooove those two)!!!

Taco Bell really should deliver. It distracts me from my school work.

It was raining when I got down the LRT on my way home, and so I decided to pedicab :))

And so, I got into the pedicab, and I was really bothered by my RDR not getting finished yet, told the driver:

ako: GSIS kanan po, pangalawang gate.
siya: saan?
a: GSIS kanan po, pangalawang gate *more slowly*
s: Deretso?
a(nagpipigil tumawa): Kanan po, pangalawang gate.
s: Pang-ilang gate?
a: Pangalawang gate po.

*tatapyasin ko na tenga mo. =)) joooke.

maya-maya, tumigil siya sa pagitan ng first at second gate. sa gate 1.5 na never namang binubuksan, at technically hindi talaga gate kasi di naman makakadaan doon yung mga sasakyan.

tas dumeretso din siya later on, finding out na ongapala, di pa dito.

*tawatawatawatawatawa secretly*

Grabe, dadalhin na talaga kita sa EENT next time.

Truth be told

Here are a few things I may have to accept so that I'll be able to fix them:

I am totally lost in Chem.
In Pisay, I always topped Chem long exams, almost always a 99 percentile rank. Way back then, I always understood what I was taught, even the more trivial ones. That was when I always studied everything. But NOW is heck a lot different. Very different. It just defeats one of the very reasons why I chose MBB over Intarmed (seeing that BS MBB has a lot of Chem in its curriculum). I don't know why, but it seems my procrastination works only for Bio and Math and English. Chem seems to be a lot different, with all its useless schizmidt and all its flabs in point systems. If before it was my favorite Science, out of the three (Bio, chem and physics), now, it has become my worst ever.

I am so disappointed with my grades.
Why can't I just be the GC Ben I used to be? I think it would be a lot easier for me if I were. But the thing is, I am so much distracted with such momentary entertainment tidbits as Mario, the internet, Pinikpikan, Jon McLaughlin, friends, tv, etc. Right now, I should be finishing my formal report in Chem, and yet I'm doing this note-to-self thing. I always am disappointed with my grades, and my resolutions always tell me to do better next sem, but I seem to be going perpendicularly.

The hair stays long.
Dearly beloved fans, I'm sorry if a great number of you voted for the shorter hair. Yeah, the bangs get to my nerves because I get little allergic manifestations along the span of my forehead, but people just love the curls. :)) And besides, I'm trying to be a Jon McLaughlin. :))

I want to be a pianist-singer-songwriter.
When I hear great artists such as Alicia Keys, John Legend, Jon McLaughlin, Norah Jones, and the like, I remember my dream of becoming a pianist and a singer. I just wish that I get time for the thing, like how the Nike surfer woman ambassador does law during the day and surf during her breaks. I really need time management skills. :))

Wake me up.
Wake me up.

I want to read and read and do music and learn the saxophone and the piano and compose songs and worship the Lord through them. Books, CD's, piano, songs, life.

I am a complete failure

Lord, help.

There really is something wrong with my phone

Or is there something wrong with Smart? Or Globe? Or both?

Why do people I send text messages to receive them late? Like fifteen minutes late, or even more? Is it with the signal interferences? In this modernized world, wherein busy lives are influenced by long-distance communication, nobody can't afford to waste precious time in between SMSes. What if your life depended on one text message?? Say you were kidnapped, and you wanted to message an SOS to someone, and you desperately needed help ASAP because the kidnapper would be transferring you elsewhere, you couldn't afford to lose time, right? This one's extreme (but still probable). Anyhow, if you wanted to meet someone, and say you were waiting already for almost an hour, as the person you were waiting for received the message about the meeting place an hour late, it's a grrr, right? I've already tested the networks on their punctualities, like sending an SMS to a nearby friend, and asking him if he received it already seconds after sending. And results say he received it on time. So what does it differ when it comes to longer distances? Yeah, sure: waves do travel faster for shorter distances, but the radios already proved that it's just a matter of seconds.

The point is, why can't they just send it on time? They can do it real-time when it comes to calls, they can also do it in texts.

I envy you who have a crumpler

You who can spare thousands of bucks on richly texturized
and colorfully pleasing fabric
You who can enjoy the compartmentalization and the protection
amid the compactness and the style
You who can dash around and stash around
the lightweight burgundies of drudgery

You who can carry with you The Chumpy, The HooJah,
The Lanyard, The Hee-Goer and The Western Lawn
You who have the opportunity to sway with the wind
without having to bend your backs
You who have the fashion for living eruditely
while simultaneously elegantly

I envy you who have the time and the fortune
to have what you want
and not be punished for doing so later on

Weird struggles

Life has been a little bit depressing and stressful these days (thus the lack of updates). I have never had sleep that lasted for more than 3 hours (half of my usual sleeping length), thanks to the alternating drudgeries of Bio lab plates and long exams. In school, I get quick dozes during Math 53 class, and it sucks because I sit in the middle-front. So whenever my teacher sits down she's directly in front of me. I am utterly ashamed when I bow my head every once in a while. She just goes on with her lectures and drawings, and I gain my consciousness back the moment I see my notes with jagged curves and curly operands. And so goes on my struggles, one of the hardest ones I have ever undertaken. It really is a boo-hoo that the only class I manage to sleep is Math class when it's the only class that I'm in the middle-front. I mean, I could easily sleep during Bio lab because it's the main cause of all my miseries and sleeplessnesses (and I'm not exactly in the middle-front), but no-no, all the phyllotaxy and leaf morphology rubbish keep me awake.

In three words, let me describe college: STRESSFUL AND LONELY. It makes me want to turn back time, during high school when I really had a lot of fun.

PS. I love you. =)) Kidding. PS. My wallet is getting thinner and thinner. :(( I'm broke. Un-broke me. :))

walang kwenta ang heroes vol 2

bano ang plot

hindi isang panaginip

isang panaginip

hindi ko alam
hindi na ata magbabago pa ang desisyon ko
hindi ko na uulitin yung paulit-ulit
hindi na ako nabigyan ng pagkakataon
hindi na kita pahihirapan pa
hindi na kata pahihirapan pa
hindi na tayo magkaibigan
hindi na kita kilala
hindi mo na ako papansinin
hindi ko na ikaw papansinin

marami sila
tatsulok ang pakikitungo mo
isang nakakataas dalawang nakakababa

hindi na kita paiiyakin pa
hindi na kita pangingitiin pa
hindi na kita sasakalin
hindi na kita kakausapin
dededmahin kita
dedma

hanap nang hanap
nariyan lang pala
tingin nang tingin
malapit lang pala

hindi na tapos na
akoy makakahinga

at giginhawa ang buong mundo

WORLD PEACE

I now am decided

...what I will do after college. I will go to Med school, after which I shall go to Doctorate studies. A long time ago, I told my parents that if I couldn't decide which postgrad studies to take, I shall have to take both. Now I am decided, yet I chose to take both.

After countless questions left unanswered and months of dormant thinking, it was only now that I realized, without pondering too much, which postgrad degree to take first. My ultimate goal is to cure lots of people. And in preparation for my medical research I shall have to undergo Medicine first. In med, I will be able to cure patients one at a time, but in PhD, I may be able to cure lots of patients at a time: one time big time! So I will treat med school as a stepping stone to PhDing. Hopefully, through my medschool experience and the rigorous research, the world can be a better place and a lot more disease-free. Ahaha.

Now I know how to answer people asking me why I chose MBB over Intarmed (besides the fact that I hadn't been interviewed). Had I chosen Intarmed, I wouldn't have been able to come across this realization, and I wouldn't have envisioned myself being able to help more people. So yehey, another cause for celebration!!!

Why? O why?

Sleazy sloth, get out!! Walk out the door! Just turn around now, 'cause you're not welcome anymore.

Ben, eto lang sasabihin ko sayo. Kung may gusto ka, di yun pupunta sayo!! Nakakaasar nang wala kang ginagawa. Masyado kang nasisilaw sa mga bagay-bagay na di naman kasingimportante ng kelangan mong gawin. Parang awa mo na, alang-alang sa mga nagpapaaral sayo, galingan mo na.

Yan ang napapala ng taong di nagseseryoso.

2007 hits

Sem

While everyone else read the last book of the HP series, is reading Night and will read The Boy Who Loved Anne Frank (I couldn't think of any other book since Ray2 keeps on blabbering about these books), I on the other hand hasn't read a single novel since summer. The last time I called myself a bookworm was years ago and the last book I've read must have been a million little pieces. And even though Madam Carmelita Ramirez told us to report on novels (ours was The Bamboo Dancers), I relied on the book analysis at the end of the book and on my groupmates, who suggested that I don't waste time in reading the book because all I'd ever need was the book analysis at the end of the book.

SO, while the whole world is reading a lot of novels, I on the contrary am stuck with Campbell and Reece. Yes, the bio-duo who'll be eternally remembered for their lovely take on life and its study. I was able to grab the latest edition (seventh) of the textbook we all call "BIOLOGY" (ahahaha), and I'm confident enough that they'll be no more edition additions for the said book because dearest Campbell is now under a gravestone. Uhuh, 55 chapters of fun and 1231 pages of self-fulfillment!!! not to mention the very high tech Compact Disk (come on!!) included. Ahahaha, how sad and boring. Yes, that's me and my sembreak. Some blockmate of mine told me to read it, and being stupid enough, I agreed.

On another headline, New sarisari store opens at Ben's flat. Hahaha. My "chef" as some of my blockmates call her had the crazy idea of opening a sarisari store here at the condo since our building's sarisaris closed already. My mom, who was gullible
serious enough, bought stuff. I was surprised when I came home and they were stacking the goods already. We had our buena mano just yesternight when some party dude bought junk food.

On another headline, Ben becomes a working student. My dad emphasized that I was a business owner and not employed. There's the sarisari store, and I have this Globe autoload thing. I say whateber. What about my sembreak?? What about my trip to the moon? What about the sand and the starfish and the slimy fish in the sea? What about hanging out? Ahh, that's why I have my dearest chef to watch the store.

PS. The post title comes from the phrase sem break when people have their sems broken and people get to have a break. I am fortunate enough to remove the break from the sembreak.

Someone (except Andrew, who shall be thinking of another thing/s to buy) buy me a Nintendo DS cartridge (preferably SuperMario).

And, Rayray will be planning out my 17th birthday party which will not coincide with the surprise party I'll be getting from another friend. This means that I'll be getting two very well organized parties from two different people at two different times. Thank you in advance. :))

a post that's partly mandatory

My first sem in college has passed already. From the looks of it, I flunked. My goals were mere hopes and dreams that weren't really considered. The color-coded post-its don't really work, as well as the "Times for play" chart, the "study time" chart (which I barely reread), and similar "props" so my mom thought I studied hardly. The whole sem was a cycle of study-eat-sleep-study-take test-pass-eat-study-get awed-stay stuck. Anyway, point is, I flunked.

I have a very grave predicament. Very grave. :))

87

87.
at first it may seem prime. but it is not.
at first it may seem enticing. but it is not.
at first it may seem lacking. but it is not.

87 is not less than one hundred.
It actually is better with a little squiggle more.

It is symmetric.
With two lines and two circles.

It is exotic.
With the eccentricity of the number three.

It is grand.
With four little keys do sol fa si.

It is blabber.
Blabber like the butts of five hens.

It is living.
Like the century's peak the sixties.

It is recurrent.
Seventy-eight more than nine.

It is essential.
Like zero is to time.

It is like any other number.
But is as distinct and special as red is from green.

It is the prodigious numeration of my love for thee.
With two less than thy bodily exeunt.

87. to count the lines herein.
As fools say, wise do.

to my one and only

my dream started with waking up,
with waking up into reality

and i brushed my teeth
and i bathed
and saw the suit lying on the bed
and i sacked the suit and put on my pajamas
and went to church
and we were married

she was the prettiest woman
and i was the handsomest man
and we were meant to be
and i said will you be with me for the rest of my life?
and she killed me and there goes the rest of my life
(just kidding)
and she said ...

and i woke up into my fantasies
and here i am again.

bugto

Mahirap pala ang maging only child. Kung sa katotohanan ay may kuya ako, sa ngayon, parang only child na lang ako. May sarili na nga kasi siyang pamilya e. At ngayon, nararanasan ko ang mga nararanasan ng mga orphans. Yung orphans na wala sa orphanage. Kasi, ayun nga, mag-isa lang ako ngayong kolehiyo. Walang magulang. Walang kuya. Wala nang dormdorm. Kaya, challenge. hightech diba?

Kung kayo may mga kapatid, mapabunso, ate, kuya, o katwin (fraternal/dizygotic o identical/monozygotic), maswerte kayo. Lubus-lubusin niyo na ang pagkakaron ng kapatid. Dahil mahirap talaga ang maging mag-isa. Oo, maraming nagsasabi na maganda to, kasi training for independence daw. Pero opportunity cost naman nito ang paghaharden ng puso dahil sa pangangailangan. Kelangang hindi sila mamiss. Kelangang hindi mahomesick. Kelangang goal-oriented. Ganoon ang buhay estudyanteng mag-isa.

Kung may mga bagay na hindi niyo magustuhan sa kapatid niyo, intindihin niyo. At matuwa kayo dahil nagigi kayong saksi sa mga kilos niya. Ako mismo, ayaw na ayaw ang paninigarilyo ng kuya ko. Bad breath na nga, dilaw pang ngipin, ugat ng lung disorders, pangit na balat, at lahat ng negatibo. Pero at least noon, nakikita ko yun. Ngayon, malay ko ba, parang wala na akong alam tungkol sa kanya. Alam niyo naman siguro ang pakiramdam ng may kasama sa bahay na pwede mong mapagkatiwalaan ukol sa mga bagay-bagay diba? Ako hindi e. :)) Hindi kasi ako nagkaron ng pagkakataon na makilala ko yung kuya ko e. Onganaman, 4-year gap. Pag nagbubuddy bonding kami ni kuya jeremy na halos 5 years na ang gap namin ay naiisip ko ang kuya kong di ko nakilala nang gaano. Parang mas kilala ko pa si Kuya Jeremy na dalawang buwan pa lang ang nakalilipas nang makilala ko siya. Nakakasakit isipin na hindi ako nabigyan ng pagkakataon. E dadalawa lang kami. Nakakalungkot diba? Kaya, naging only child na nga lang ako ngayon. Pero mas madalas akong maging orphan kaysa maging only child. Kahit yung mga magulang ko, madalang kong makapiling.

Paano ko mapapakita sa kanila ang pagmamahal at pasasalamat ko kung hindi ako mabigyan ng pagkakataon. Ng ENOUGH na pagkakataon. wala lang. Mabuti kayo. Kayang kaya niyo.

Kaya, wag magpakalonely. Kumain din ng sinabawang gulay para masustansya.

Ngayon, lunod na lunod na ako sa Legendre, proteasomal pathway, Ubiquitin tags, xenotransplantation, logarithms, Ozymandias, at the indolence of the Filipinos. Not to mention (nge, minention ko rin) my own problems, struggles, weariness, lack of control and discipline, and love. :)) kidding.

Kaya kung hirap kayong pag-isipan kung anong regalo ipapaFedex niyo sakin, madali lang. Pagkakataon. Pagkakataon na maranasan ang mga nadeprive sakin na normally mararanasan ko dapat.

Ayuk!!! :))

senselessoninlawyerika

a wise man once said, "nahihirapan na ako." i agree. nahihirapan na ako.

Hg

I remember how my dad got this head-lump when we three boys played army

I remember how my mom played nintendo 64 and dance dance revo with me and my brother

I remember how my dad lashed us with his leather belts

I remember how my mom spanked us until we bled

I remember how they cried

I remember how irony had been personified

I remember very well

snatched

fans, pasensya na talaga. di natiis ng isa kong fan. nasnatch niya yung phone ko na naglalaman ng vain pics ko. nooooooooooo. kaya, wala na akong phone. wala na yung number ko. pero wag niyong burahin yun. kasi, pwede niyong maging txtm8 yung snatcher thru it. joke. pero anyway, para macontact niyo ako, gamitin ang telepathy. and surely, macocontact niyo ako. yehey. thanks fans. mag-ingat din kayo. kasi ako?? di ko talaga naramdaman yung pagsnatch.

I need brainsuction

It's three in the morning and I'm still awake. Chem 16 is fun without the tests. It is rather difficult to study for a test in which memory is a big factor. How do they expect us to memorize the chronology of the procedure plus the equations plus the moles plus the observations plus extra questions found at the end of each experiment??

My dad says I talk like a zombie over the phone. Let me tell him he sounds like a cool dad. Like. Hahaha.

DO NOT EVER STUDY FOR CHEM THE NIGHT BEFORE!!! or you'll end up waking up past three. Because you can't equate 6 hours of study time with 9 working hours [3 experiments times 3 hours per experiment]. Ahhh, somebody please lobotomize me.

are you ascorbic?? are you acidic??

So, nanggaling ako sa ER nung wednesday dahil 40 ang aking temp. and my nose bled. inaaway pa ako ng med resident dahil kinakalikot ko raw ilong ko, when in truth, HINDI!!! awayin ko siya. how many times do i have to tell them my nose bled because of my body heat??? akala niyo kakalikutin ko ilong ko hanggang dumugo to? HINDI.

anyway, ayoooooown. dapat maging ascorbic and acidic na kayo para masaya.

isa-isa kong hinawaan ang aking blockmates. nauna si ria, bess, jerico. tas si pat.

kamon.
susunod ka na, dundundun. sana matigil na itong hawaan. di ko na kaya. aww.

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nasabi ko na bang mahal ko ang mbb?? dahil masaya ang mga stereoisomers na nonsuperimposable enantiomers. alam mo ba na hindi nagmamatter ang acidic environment sa cell acidity at alam mo ba na ang zwitterionic form ng cell ay amphoteric dahil pwede siyang maging base o acid?? grabe, very enlightening at confusing at the same time magturo yung mbb prof namin. i love her. kamon. pati siya nacoconfuse minsan sa sinasabi niya. at alam mo ba na hindi amino acid ang proline?? instead, isa siyang imino acid (since NH2+ ang kanyang imino group) o diba?? masaya ang mbb.

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isa kang nganga kapag meron kang areca nut, ikmo (betel leaf), tsaka optional apog (lime).
magpakanganga ka na. yeh.

why do some people rant about classical music when more than half of the world has to study?

Freshie Spitz at importanteng mensahe kasunod nito

hay. ayan na. sa wakas. nakapagsalita na rin ako. Akala ko nga mapupunit na chest ko the night before dahil sa lakas at bilis ng lubdubs ng puso ko e. Kabadong kabado ako nun. Pero dahil tapos na, ayan. OK na. Ngayon ko lang hinarap ang libo-libong tao. At hullor, ispitch. :)) anyway, salamat at tapos na siya. buti na lang college of ssp at eng at sci lang yun. at di buong up freshie. suri, nakakakaba talaga. at buti di ako natapilok o kaya namula o kaya nabulol.

ipopost ko na rin.

Even before the UPCAT results arrived, I knew that I had to study at the University of the Philippines. For me, UP weighed more than any other university I applied for. Eventually, the results came and the decision boiled down to UP versus ADMU. Both enticed me with free-tuition scholarships: one bragging about a free air-conditioned dorm room to accompany my stay, and the other, boasting simplicity—a statue of a naked man looking at the heavens to welcome me each day. It wasn’t really an easy decision, so why did I choose UP?

Coming from Philippine Science High School, I had to take a science or a math course. My courses for both universities were very much related: Biology at the ADMU and Molecular Biology and Biotechnology here at the UP. The critical difference was that I preferred Petri dishes and microbes over taxonomic balderdash, so my decision was fixed.
The fact that UP is a montage of all sorts of people supported my decision. I can meet a nerd, a jock, an artist, a revolutionary, an activist and a sophist. It would give me great pleasure to befriend someone who doesn’t agree with my ideology, and I would be equally thankful to find someone very much like me. Anyone can belong to UP. Part of the thrill in going to UP is searching for my interests and figuring out what hidden passions I have. Many different organizations are in UP: academic-based orgs such as the UP Samahan sa Agham-Pampulitika or UP SAPUL and the UP Pre-Medical Society; athletic orgs such as the Laya Football Club and the UP Association of Karate or UPAK; cultural and artistic orgs such as the UP Repertory Company and the three Philippine choirs who made it to the Euro Grand Prix for Choral Singing: the UP Madrigal Singers, the UP Singing Ambassadors, and the UP Concert Chorus; faith-based orgs such as Youth for Christ UP and the UP Muslim Students’ Association; and even geographic-based and ethnicity-based orgs such as the UP Sidlangan for Leyte, Samar and Biliran-based students.
Aside from offering remarkable education, UP can indeed give me various choices to shape well my roundedness. Like at the Dampa, which is both a marketplace and a restaurant where people choose the kind of meat and the cooking method, knowledge won’t be spoon-fed; I just have to select the things to learn based on my hunger and palate because it is I who know very well what I like. UP can guide me in finding out who I am and who I need to be in order to meet my necessities and my inclinations.
But aside from the academics and the freedom to choose, the true essence of being at the UP is being an Iskolar ng Bayan. The University of the Philippines was not called the University of the Philippines just because it is in the Philippines. It was called so because it is the only national university in the country and Filipino taxpayers partly subsidize the education of UP students. Therefore, every Iskolar ng Bayan should not take studying at UP for granted. The most significant word of the phrase Iskolar ng Bayan is bayan; thus each scholar should give back to the country, not due to indebtedness, but because of the duty to serve the country and the Filipino taxpayers, without whom the UP education would not have been possible. An Iskolar ng Bayan should be grateful enough for the blessings he received, and so he should have loyalty to the university and to the country, have integrity through all endeavors, and have respect to fellow students and countrymen. After getting the academic excellence UP instills in its students, a UP scholar should share and use what he learned for the betterment of the society because UP does not train its students to apply what they learn only for selfish benefits or greed. An Iskolar ng Bayan is independent yet conforms to the ethical and moral norms. The true mark of an Iskolar ng Bayan is not his intelligence or his expertise in a particular field, but rather his versatility and his adaptability to hardships and life situations from which he has to decide what is best for our nation. Some mistakes may be inevitable, but those mistakes will be the fire that hardens the pot to its perfection.
As we voyage through college, we must remember that the ultimate purpose of our education is for the nation, that we should give back the excellence the University of the Philippines will have nurtured in us. When the time comes, through our own efforts, we shall be subsidizing a new generation of Iskolars ng Bayan. And surely, if the cycle goes on, we will be helping the country develop exceptionally.

Yeah, I opted for the statue of a naked man looking at the heavens. Fellow freshmen, let’s make the best out of that naked man for the Philippines.


woohoo. tapos na rin. yeh. after ng spitz, nagkaron ng protest. yeh. at least maagang lumabas yung tunay na kulay. haha. tungkol siya sa tuition increase and a whole heck more.

AT ETO ANG PINAKAMADUGO: yeh. bloody.
naaasar ako sa notion na kinakahiya ang pagkafreshy. grrr. sobra. naiinis ako tuwing naririnig ko ang aking mga kaibigan na nagsasabing Wag mong ilabas yung mapa; mahahalata tayo!! o kaya naman, pag sasabihin kong Dun tayo sa palma. sasabihin naman nilang AS ano ba!! para di magmukhang freshie. Baket?? me pinagkaiba ba ang palma sa AS?? e sa gusto kong tawaging palma ang palma hall. mabuti na yun, cinocommemorate si palma. kesa namang AS, sino ba yun?? hahah. pero seriously, INIS NA INIS NA INIS NA INIS ako sa freshies na kinakahiya ang pagkafreshie nila. E ano naman kung freshie?? FRESHIE AKO AT PROUD AKO DUN!!! PROUD AKONG MAGTANONG KUNG DI KO ALAM! PROUD AKONG MAGTANONG KUNG MAGKANO ANG DYIP! PROUD AKONG SUMAKAY NG IKOT TAS BUMABA, TAS SUMAKAY ULI!!! PROUD AKONG BUMABA LAMPAS SA CP GARCIA, TAS MAGLAKAD PATUNGONG CP GARCIA! PROUD AKONG TANUNGIN SA GUARD KUNG MAGKANO YUNG ID STRAP!! PROUD AKONG SUMIGAW AT MAGMUKHANG TANGA SA PAGGALAW NG KAMAY NANG DI NAKAKASABAY. PROUD AKONG TINGNAN YUNG MAPA PAMINSAN-MINSAN, KESA NAMAN TSUMAMBA KUNG SAN PUPUNTA!!! AT ANO NAMAN, KUNG FRESHIE AKO?? hindi ba dumadaan ang lahat ng college students sa pagiging freshie?? kaya sa susunod na mahiya ka sa balat mo, mag-isip ka. KASI FRESHIE KA TALAGA!! AT YUN ANG TOTOO. WAG MAGPAKAHIPOKRITO!!

:(

please don't ask why

This Post Is Not Senseless.

Do NOT ever mix Milo Cereals and Chocolait together. Although Milo Cereals and Chocolait taste well when they are standalone, they suck when they're together, much like my mouth and my thoughts.

BENLO

watch out... for the upcoming new trend of the century. the BENLO.

while walking past Bench with someone whose name I choose not to disclose, I remembered that Bench's etymology came from the creator's first name and his last name's first two letters (BEN CHan). now I'm going to say in your face to mr. BENCH for I'm gonna have to launch the BENLO, which obviously comes from BEN LOpez. :)) anyway, the BENLO is a new clothing line that is not only cheap but profitable for me. It comes in sackcloth, tissuecloth, papercloth, ruffled-testpapercloth, scratch-papercloth and termite-infested-bookcloth. Not only does BENLO appeal to the eye (and to the skin), it also gives you the best comfort and fit. It comes in all sizes (XS, S, M, L, XL, F, 1, 2, 3, etc etc.). This BENLO will strip the fame for BENCH, HUMAN, PENSHOPPE, and most especially will rip the jeans for LEVI's, Gas, Celio, Springfield, Burberry, and will strikethrough the acronyms CK, AK, DKNY, A|X, RL, and will prolly outwit Jack Spade, Lacoste, Gucci, and a whole lot more.

The Benlo gets five stars from all fashion critiques you can grab. Surely, experts like LV, Timberland, and Ralph Lauren (I'm so sorry close friend of mine) will back off.

Two co-clothing lines will be on-the-go too: DEVIL AND KASHISHMISH, both of which will also be run by me. Devil is all about being emo and gothic + style. It gives a whole new sense of fashion for the rebels and more importantly creates innovations and voids the ambiguity of the color black. Kashishmish on the other hand is for the females. A new indated clothing company, Kashishmish will innovate the use of walkytalkies and micro-plant them onto Kashishmish so that you can talk with fellow Kashishmish wearers.

The BENLO is not a ripoff of BENCH, as the DEVIL is not a ripoff of HUMAN and the KASHISHMISH is not a ripoff of KASHIECA. =))

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ahahaha. sorry lang bangag. naalala ko lang kasi e. ganyan ang nagagawa kapag naglalakad ka sa mall nang walang pera. me kasama ka nga, wala rin namang wawarts :)) sabi nga ng WHAM, use your head. ((:

an excerpt of an eventful today

sa mall...

*habang naglulunch*
G to B: di kami mayaman!!!

*later*
G points at Forever21 (*ui. astig sale*): halika, pakita ko sayo yung skirt na sinasabi ko.
B (*ui. ang galing. mura. mga 299.*): sige.

saleslady to G: hi! kunin mo na yung skirt mo? *apparently, nareserve na ata ni G yung skirt. uhum. at close sila ng saleslady*
G pointing at B: ililibre niya po ako...
B *shrugs*: ok.

*tas punta kami dun sa skirt niya*
saleslady: isa na lang po yung sa size niyo
G: maiksi ba to?
B: ok lang.
G: ui. isa na lang o. sayang. kunin ko na?
B: kukunin mo?
G: libre mo ako?
B: ok lang. ate, magkano po?
saleslady: one-two
G: one-two. *at alam niya na pala beforehand na 1200 yung skirt na yun.*

singit: ok lang pala to sa mga hindi mayayaman. yung 1-2 na skirt.

B *nanlaki mga mata*: HUH? SERYOSO KA?
G: huh? edi hati tayo.
B: hah? seryoso ka? nagpapalibre ka ng 1200? seryoso ka? *di pa rin makapaniwalang me nagpapalibre ng 1-2 na skirt. *

*labas sa store*
B *di pa rin makapaniwala*: seryoso ka? one-two para sa skirt?

tas sermon-sermon sa pagigi niyang magastos. :))

haha. ansaya makipagtalo sayo G. dahil hindi ka nananalo. Xp JUUUUUUUUUKE

Alone

The ticktocks of my bedroom clock intensified with every tick. The room was dark save the yellow photon mosaic, patched on the webbed ceiling by none other than the biggest lamppost I have ever seen. Although the light patches disturbed the darkness, only the outlines of an empty bed, a shut laptop, scattered coins, a Swiss knife being my laptop's safe, six functional keys and a broken one could be seen. The sight really wasn't much if all your possessions were stacked on a desktop. To think it over, a guest wouldn't notice any traces of desolation. But, as the ticktocks of my bedroom clock intensified with every tick, the lubdubs of my heartbeat intensified with every pump. It suddenly dawned on me that the empty bed across mine is empty (Yeah, you read that right). Then, every single lobe of my brain complained to me.

Let me take you to each one of them.

On one lobe read "THE BED". The bed. The bed next to mine was empty. The bed next to mine was empty, and it was not empty a month ago. The bed next to mine was empty, and it was not empty a month ago because my brother slept there. The bed next to mine was empty, and it was not empty a month ago because my brother slept there until I knew I was going to be an uncle. The bed next to mine was empty, and it was not empty a month ago because my brother slept there until I knew I was going to be an uncle, and he finally transferred to a new house near Bamboo-the-singer's residence.

On another lobe read "MY HOME". My home. I never really knew what adventure I embarked on when I left home exactly four years ago. I never imagined "this" happening. But as of now, I was worried about my mom. My mom was all alone in our humble abode because Peter Pan was with Wendy in Alabang, my dad left home for work and the elections, and I am stuck with Manila for the shooting. My mom was all alone this recent Mother's Day. My mom was all alone when she handled our village's fiesta last Sunday. My mom was all alone when the only family she could call was me. My mom has been all alone when she sleeps.

On another read "DAD". Dad. My dad gets a retainer's fee for being our town's congressman's lawyer. The recent elections surely gave my dad a hard time and weeks away from home. I'm certain my dad considers 24/7 a cliché. Going back to the retainer's fee, which I think won't be enough for kicking my bro's butt away from home and my bro's upcoming wedding and my bro's child and my bro's house bills and my bro's..., I am disturbed by the fact that we may be literally asking for alms in due time. And, my mom just called to inform me that the congressman's wife, who's running for congresswoman and whom dad supports, is behind by 700 in one of the municipalities. If she loses, we're off. We're gonna be off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz. Seriously. I don't want my dad's being away from home 24/7 to be a waste.

On another read "HEY BRO". Ugh. I love my brother. But he's gone, and I have to accept the fact that the empty bed beside mine is gonna be empty for the rest of my stay (well, except for irregular visits). And earlier today, I witnessed something my brother and I never had, the brotherhood of another brotherhood (Ok, zip it). My brotherhood with my biological brother was not the best you could ever had. But it was still a brotherhood. Ok, I'll shut up before anything odd happens.

On another lobe read "PISAY-UP". Uhuh. Uhuh. Uhuh-uhuh-uhuh. I am entering college but instead of the usual pack of lobes that think about college life, I'm gonna be stuck with one. Just one lobe. A lone lobe. The Pisay shooting will finally resume, after a three-week hiatus. *sigh* And to think, I achieved nothing. nil. zero. zilch. I hope UP would not be squeezing my only lobe left for it.

On another read "BUH-BYE. I WON'T BE SEEING YOU EVER AGAIN (exaggerated, or maybe not)." Buh-bye. To ones of people leaving the country. But it actually boils down to leaving me. First goes Joji. Anj. Then Jannel. Kuya Mike. Then someone-else-whose-name-I-must-not-mention-for-
reasons-I-know-not-of. You're all leaving. This lobe was reactivated when that someone-else-whose-name-I-must-not-mention-for-
reasons-I-know-not-of told me he/she'll be leaving tomorrow for somewhere-not-in-the-Philippines. Anyhow, my point is, although I wanna tell the world how I'll miss them, I can't compose myself for such things as these. Leaping to higher leaps, I'll be going to Africa with Joji come some time in the future. Hopefully, we are gonna hold medical missions, love the children, love Africa, and love the world. If you wanna join the fun/love/showcase of love/labor/whateber you wanna call it, then tell us.

On another read "INSOMNIA". During non-class days, I get insomniac. I try to sleep but it takes me about seven dozen methods to counteract insomnia before I get to sleep. Every night, I try the sheep-counting thing, the count-to-forever thing, the milk-before-bedtime thing, the yoga-meditation thing, the thing, you name it. I just can't and it breaks my heart because during those times, I never forget to remember every single person I miss. I miss you.

On another read "MY DEAR COUNTRY". I am saddened when I am reminded of how poorly informed I am about our country. The time will come when I'll show the Philippines my love and support and care.

On another read "ME, MYSELF, AND I". I am alone. period. That's the whole point of this post. And I've had enough with friends calling me "emo" and "drama". My hairstyle doesn't seem to agree with any of them. Anyway, I can't blame them, because I have to express how I feel--alone. Yes, I am alone. And, don't ever try to joke me or bitch me about this, because I'm serious. I don't want to be alone. That's why I spend trillions of centavos on gimmicks, libres, overtime, ym time, dates, and a whole lot more. Nobody wants to be alone. But I am. But you won't fully comprehend, so this is useless. Anyway, if ever you find me weird or over-the-top, it's because I'm alone. I really am, so don't piss me off about it.

So, as the ticktocks of my bedroom clock intensified with every tick, I am reminded of how alone I am. Lord, help.

six weird things / mahal ko ang UP

got tagged by tsitsil and raix. but the thing is, i wanna bend the rules a little. i'm taking the test but not following the directions. the only thing i hate about stuff like these is that the test becomes a virus, infecting more and more as each takes the test. so i'm gonna have to pass the test to these lucky people: ________________, ______________, ________________, ________________, ________________, and _______________. Hope you enjoy them mr. and mrs. blanks!!! because these are really really weird.

ONE
I loved Coke a long time ago! But now, I can't tolerate any softdrinks flooding my digestive tract. blech!! hate the taste.

DALAWA
Nagkaron ako ng nakakatakot na bangungot ngayong fourth year. Pero hindi to sa dorm. Sa bahay to sa Maynila. Ang kakaiba sa bangungot na ito ay parang gising ako. Kalahating gising, kalahating tulog. Alam kong natutulog ako, nakikita ko yung paligid. Nakikita ko yung kabinet sa tapat ng kama. Yung kisame ay kita ko rin. Pero hindi ako makagalaw. At parang hindi rin ako makahinga. Matagal-tagal ding ganito yung nangyari. Nakatingin lang ako sa paligid. Pero alam kong natutulog ako. At pinipilit kong galawin yung kamay ko. Yung ulo ko. Yung katawan ko. Pero ang bigat. Sobrang hindi ko siya magalaw. Hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko nun. Para akong tinali sa kama. Mabigat. Masikip. Tapos, muntik na akong maiyak. Sa totoo lang, sa loob-loob ko umiiyak na ako. Sumisigaw. Para ba naman akong nakulong diba? Tapos, sobrang desperado na ako at di ko malaman ang gagawin ko. Kaya sumisigaw na ako kay Jesus. Sinisigaw ko yung pangalan Niya. Maraming beses. Gising ako nun. Sigurado ako. Nararamdaman ko e. Pero di ko lang talaga magalaw yung katawan ko. Tapos sigaw ako nang sigaw. Hanggang dun lang yung maalala ko. Naiiyak na ako nun e. Pero pagkagising ko (kasi tulog dapat ako nun), naalala ko yung nangyari. At totoo yun alam ko. Nakarinig na rin ako ng mga kwentong katulad nito kina muy at pito. Pero nung third year pa yun. At noon natatakot talaga akong mangyari sakin yung mga nangyari na rin sa kanila. Pero nangyari rin sakin. Buti na lang, nalagpasan ko rin yun.

TULO
Ha Tacloban han bata pa ako, mahilig ako magkaturog ha kama hit akon nanay nan tatay.
Mayda passage ha butnga hit amon kwarto hit akon kuya nan hit kwarto han akon nanay ngan tatay. Kausa, ginbalhin daw ako balik ngadto hit akon tinuod na kama, matapos ako magkaturog ha ira. Pero, kinabuwasan, nakadto na liwat ako han ira kama. Hit akon paghinumdom, ginyaknan ak nira na naglalakat ako hin nakaturog. Amo, talagsa dire ko nasasabtan na naglilinakat na ngayan ako kay dire man ako nagmamata hit akon pagkiwa.

IKAUPAT
Dile ko kahibalo kun ano gyud ang akong isulat kay dile man gyud ko makahimo ug akong buot ipasabot amo iba-iba an mga yayaknon na nadinhe.

GOH
Tset nang sah sih goh lak tsit poy kaw tsap.


LIU
Ui ur san se wu liu tsih pah tsui shi. Wo te mingtzeh shi lee ming-an.

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mahal ko ang up. sobra. basta. kung ngayon pa lang naeenjoy ko na siya e pano pa kaya sa parating na apat na taon. kaya melat sa mga hindi nag-up. MEH!! :)) juke. me pangit din sa up. sistema at organisasyon. hahaha. pero pake ko ba, kung iisipin mo rin naman na libu-libo hinahandle nila e mapagbibigyan mo na yung nakataas na kilay, yung "hindi ko alam," yung pasigaw na "That's life. I'm sorry, you have to go back at the end of the line!!!" yung pagpapatayo-upo-tayo-upo nila, at yung tanong ka nang tanong tas eventually di mo rin alam gagawin mo.

pero mahal ko ang up. ngayon pa lang, nararamdaman ko nang ang up ay ang aking tahanan. yeh

masaya ang up. meh Xp

U-Na-I-Ba-E-Ra-Sa-I-Da-A-Da-Na-Ga-Pa-I-La-I-Pa-I-Na-A-Sa

meh. Xp

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excerpts from "Miss Airlines"

Suriname Airlines: "Here at Sooooooooooooooooooriname Airlines, we are very apologetic. Sooooooooooooooooripo. Sooooooooooooooooooooorilang. Sooooooooooooooooorinah-m."
"The Soooooooooooooriname Airlines know very well your identity. It is our specialty. We know your firstname. your middle name. your soooooooooooooooooooooooooriname."


Tokyo Airlines: "Gay kami, Gay sila, GAY-SIYA!!!"

Ethiopia: *screech*

Borat: "Here at Kazakhstan we value your health, kasi ayaw namin kayong MAZAKHTAN"

*tawatawatawa*

PAL: "MABUHAY!!" shucks. nakalimutan ko na
*babagsak na yung eroplano* "Happy fiesta!!"

ok. bano yung pagkakwento ko. pero magaling talaga yung masscomm. kung gano ako kabano magkwento ng jokes ganun sila kagaling magdeliver nito. ansakit na ng tiyan ko nun. hahahahaha. sobrang galing nila.

i am 93% boyie //very narcissistic

:)) at sino me sabing 1% ng pagiging babae ang bawat linya sa baba??
pathetic naman to. tagged by rob. tagging *dundundun*

Take this quiz and find out how girly you are. (GUYS TOO) Put x's beside each thing that's true. Each x that you put is one percent. Have fun!!

[ ] My fingernails/toenails are almost always done. //haha, ang galing. niremind mo ako.
[X] During the summer the only shoes i wear are flip flops //they're not even shoes. pero sige, dahil madalas naman ako sa bahay.
[ ] My favorite toys as a child were barbies //hahaha. guys should take this?
[ ] My favorite colour is pink or purple //whateber. pwede talaga to sa guys pramis. :))
[ ] I did Gymnastics. //kasama ba yung required nung first year? o gymnastics nga ba yun?
[ ] I love skirts. // oo, 1% ng pagkababae to. *sarcastic*
[ ] Hollister is one of my favorite places to shop //hollister? huwat?
[ ] Tight jeans are the only jeans i'll wear. //tight? bakit?
[ ] I love chocolate //mahal ko ang nutella. pero hindi ko mahal ang chocolate in general.
[x] I've never had a real job. // ngek. :)) real job?? pag bata ka pa pala, madadagdagan ka ng pagkababae
TOTAL: 2
//at sino me sabing magcomment for every line? wag na nga

[ ] My hair is almost always straightened
[ ] I have at least 8 myspace pictures
[ ] I usually go shopping once a week
[X] I love to hang out at the mall with friends //duh. girly na ako. woohoo. pathetic test. gruff.
[ ] I have a real diamond ring or diamond necklace or earings.
[ ] I've gone to a tanning salon.
[ ] I've gone to the beach to tan.
[ ] I have at least 10 pairs of shoes.
[ ] I watch either the OC or Laguna Beach.
[ ] I change my icon weekly.
[ ] I wear a shower cap.
TOTAL: 1

[x] I dont shop at Hot Topic. // I don't shop at Hot Topic.
[ ] My cell phone might as well become a part of me.
[ ] I wear mascara everyday.
[ ] I've been or am on a diet. //siguro kelangan ko nun. para tumaba.
[ ] Bathing suits are adorable.
[ ] I dont know the difference between a sheep and a goat. // bwahahahaha. whateber.
[ ] Big sunglasses are hott. //walang temperature ang mga sunglasses samin.
[ ] I have gotten my nails done before.
[ ] MTV is one of my favorite channels.

TOTAL: 1

[ ] All I want to do at sleepovers is talk about boys! //hahahaha. whateber agen.
[ ] I love to have girls do my hair.
[ ] I give and recieve hugs from all my friends
[ ] I hate bugs.
[ ] Carnivals are so fun! //Carnivores are so fun!
[ ] Summer is THE best season. //THE ba talaga?
[ ] My swimsuit has 2 pieces //:)) isa para sa pwet at sa harap?! juke. =))
[ ] I'm waiting for my knight in shining armor. //yeah right. bwahahaha. ambanu nung test.
[ ] Musicians are so hot. //i agree. kaya nga musician na rin ako e. JUKE.
[ ] You write me a poem and tell me I'm beautiful and I'm all yours. //tell me I'm beautiful and i'll punch you right in the nose!
TOTAL: 0

[x] I am self-conscious. //dotdotdot
[ ] I cry often.
[ ] My car smells like vanilla or cherry. //i don't have a car.
[ ] My dishes get washed more than once a week. //i don't have dishes.
[ ] I dont do sports. //I do sports. I just don't do them every so often.
[ ] I HATE to run.
[ ] I squeal when I am surprised or angry. //*squeak* *squeak*
[ ] I eat dried fruit as a snack. //I'll eat you as a snack.
[ ] I love romance novels. //I love you.
[ ] Drew Barrymore is so cute. //I am so cute.
TOTAL: 1

[ ] I dance a lot.// rhymes with sir lancelot
[ ] usually spend an hour or over to get ready to leave my house.
[ ] I only have like 5 billion hair products. //bwahahaha. i bet wala akong kilalang babae na may ganito.
[ ] I love to get dressed up. //di uso ang costume party samin, kahit halloween.
[ ] Every part of my outfit needs to match. //match what?
[ ] I talk on the phone at least once a day to my friends. //I talk on the phone ...to ronald mcdonald.
[ ] I would love to have a photo shoot. //hahahaha. kahit vain ako, i wouldn't LOVE this.
[ ] I apply lip stuff 50 times a day. //50 times? seryoso ka? gano kakapal na mga labi niyo niyan?
[ ] I wish I were a model. //m m. model ng alipunga. hahahaha. juke.
TOTAL: 0

[ ] I wish I could meet Paris Hilton. //diba mas gustong mameet ng guys si paris?
[ ] I have been something that was semi. //semi-kalbo hair? m m
[ ] I own Uggs. //Ughs
[ ] Hip Hop is the best music. //:)) pochero ka. whateber to you.
[ ] I pop my collar.
[ ] I like to be the center of attention.
[ ] Guys with Mohawks are crazy. //Craziness doesn't depend on hairdo
[ ] Horses are beautiful.
[ ] I'd rather not pay attention in school. // ngyengkngyengkngyengk
[ ] Cats are adorable. //for ma'am beltran.
TOTAL: 0

[ ] I write my own music // ngek. 2 kanta pa lang nagagawa ko. nakakatamad e.
[ ] I would love to visit Hawaii. // i would love people to visit me.
[ ] Valentine's day is so cute! //yeh. i agree. NOT.
[ ] White is better than black.
[ ] I wouldn't be caught dead in all black. //dundundun
[ ] My closet is STOCK FULL of clothes.
[ ] Hate the grunge look.
[ ] I love to read magazines.
TOTAL: 0

[ ] I love to gossip.
[ ] I had Lisa Frank folders/posters/notebooks as a kid. //hahahahahhaa..
[ ] I love Celine Dion. //I love myself
[ ] My bubble baths are 1-2hrs long. //my bubble baths are nonexistent
[ ] My wedding only needs a groom because it's already planned. //does that mean, it needs me? what?
[ ] My friends and I are in a strict group. We mostly only hang out with each other.
[ ] I like little kids. //I like myself
[ ] Diet drinks are the best. //I am the best.
[ ] I'm all about being vegetarian. //I'm all about being loved and idolized and supported.
[ ] I refuse to eat at McDonalds. //I refuse you to eat me.
TOTAL: 0

[ ] I check my myspace everyday.
[x] I love life! // especially MY life.
[ ] I have a lot of jewlery! //yeh. and i'm rich too. :)) so sucky.
[ ] My screen name(s) have x's in them. //yeh. xxsuperbenlo07xx
[ ] Either one of my myspace names has/had "<3"'s //i am not less than 3.
[x] I would never want to be the opposite sex. // :)) you suck.
[ ] It's not what he/she said it's the way he/she said it. //it's actually what I said.
[ ] I have more than 3 pillows on my bed.// I have pillows for a bed. hahaha. keddeng.
TOTAL: 2

Now, dahil walang kwenta tong survey na to. I'm tagging people na may kwenta. That would be VINNA, JAKI, MICH, SHAYNE, CECILE and LUIGI

pulitika pulitiko

Malapit na ang eleksyon. sa HEROES. hahahaha. kidding. Pero may aaminin ako sa inyo. Wala akong kilala sa mga tatakbong senatoriables bukod kay Pichay, Zubiri, Villar, Angara, Montano, at Gomez. Sa hindi naman senatoriables, tatatlo lang, at yun yung nakikita ko sa neighborhood namin. Si Cita Astals, si Ali Atienza, at si Fred Lim. Anyway, balik sa senatoriables. Astig diba? Isa-isahin natin. Si Pichay for obvious reasons. Si Zubiri, ayy oo, narinig kong siya yung may makapal na makeup sa mga posters. Si Villar, somehow naalala ko siya dahil may nakita akong poster niya. Si Angara naman, yun yung jingle na paulit-ulit na kinakanta ng kuya ko sa kotse. Yung kinanta ni Sarah Geronimo. Si Montano at si Gomez, nakita ko sa mga blog ng tao. Pero, sila lang ang kilala ko. Bakit?? Unang-una, wala kaming cable, so hindi ko talaga binubuksan ang tv namin dito sa Maynila unless magddbd. Pangalawa, buong araw akong nakaharap sa computer, online o kaya nanonood ng heroes, o kaya nagphophotoshop, o kaya nakikinig ng musika. Pangatlo, hindi ako lumalabas unless shooting, may kailangan bilhin, may kailangan gawin, UP purposes. Kapag shooting, madalas umagang-umaga (mga six) ang calltime so nagtataxi ako. At kapag nasa taxi either nakapikit mga mata ko o nakatutok sa metro. So basically di ko rin napapansin yung nasa labas ng kotse bukod sa kalsada. Kapag naman hindi shooting, either LRT, MRT at jeep ang sinasakyan ko. Sa LRT walang makikitang posters. Sa MRT naman, wala rin akong makita. Sa jeep, kinakausap ko lang yung kasama ko so oblivious sakin ang outside world ng jeep. So wala talaga akong alam sa mga pulitiko. Pang-apat, ang totoo'y hindi ko na inaalam. Bakit? Ayokong sabihin na wala akong pakialam sa bansa natin kasi meron. Pero kahit mahal ko ang bansa natin, di ko inaalam yung mga kandidato. Ni hindi nga ako nakanood ng Isang Tanong e. At isa pa, bobo rin pala ako sa geography. Akala ko nga magkalapit lang yung Batangas at Cabite e. :)) oo na, 2.5 hours pa raw ang distansya. whateber. Anyway, ang point ko tila'y wala akong pakialam sa bansa natin dahil hindi ko kilala ang mga kandidato. Pero isa pang rason kung bakit, e di naman ako boboto. Pero kung boboto ako, siguro pinakinggan ko na lahat ng sinasabi nila. Pero nagbibingibingihan talaga ako. Kasi wala namang diperensya sa kung aalamin ko yung kandidato o hindi e. Buti sana kung nakakaimpluwensya ako ng boto diba? Pero duh, sino namang makikinig sa menor de edad na ang best friend ay laptop? Sino naman ang makikinig sa taganood lang ng HEROES, sino namang makikinig sa hindi nanonood ng news? Sino ang makikinig sa katulad kong nagrereklamo, hindi sa pulitika o sa sistema, kundi sa paghihiwalay samin ng kuya ko. Diba? Pero maraming tao diyan na katulad ko. Siguro may mga iilan ding boboto na katulad ko. Na walang pake. Na walang alam sa geography. Na walang alam sa mga balita. Na naiirita sa mga lintik na jingle ng mga kandidatong hindi nilulugar at isinasaoras yung pagtugtog. Isipin mo, natutulog ka, tas ang alarm clock mo ay ang nakaloop na jingle ng mga dumadaan na mga sasakyan dahil malapit sa highway yung tinitirhan mo. At, ang mas nakakairita ay kapag nasa simbahan ka tapos nagmimisa, tapos hindi sila titigil kahit yung mga nasa labas na ng simbahan ay nakatitig sa kanila. Pero hanggang dun lang ang alam ko, siguro kayo, mas may alam. Wala kasi akong pake e. Pero mahal ko ang bansa. Maniniwala ba kayo dun?! Mahal daw ang Pilipinas pero walang pake. :))

Kaya eto, dahil alam kong maraming tao ang nagrereklamo sa mga pulitiko nowadays, ipropromote ko na ang aking sarili. VOTE BEN, dahil wala akong pake. pero dahil mahal ko ang Pilipinas. hahahaa. lahat naman tayo mahal ang bansa diba? Pati mga pulitiko. Lahat sila mahal ang bansa. Duh. Ako rin. mahal ko rin ang Pilipinas. Kaya iboto niyo rin ako. Woohoo.

extro:

wala talaga akong alam sa mga pulitiko. partly dahil hindi ako boboto. partly dahil choice kong wag alamin. doingks. sayang lang sa GB ng utak ko yan. partly dahil hindi naman ako makakatulong.
sana maintindihan niyong wala rin akong napapanood sa tv namin. kaya wala talaga akong alam.
pero eto seryoso, mahal ko ang Pilipinas. duh. lahat naman e. well, except sa mga iilan na talagang nag-iisip na hindi na uunlad pa ang bansa. at siyempre, may pake ako. duh. pano ko mamahalin ang bansa kung wala akong pake.

i <3 musika

ang nasa kanan ng pahinang ito na napailalim sa salitang "musika" ay resulta ng pagmamatiyaga ng alipin kong si andrew. siya ang nakahanap niyan sa pahina rin ng isa pang kaibigan niyang nagngangalang jaja. lubos kong pinasasalamatan ang aking masipag at masunuring alipin na si andrew torres. salamat alipin. =)) just keddeng. :)) juke. anubanamanyan. salamat andrew dahil ipinakilala mo sakin ang imeem. pinagpaguran ko yung pag-uupload dahil hindi talaga siya user-friendly. ok. :)) at nagpapasalamat din ako ke jaja, na hindi nakakakilala sakin pero kilala ko. :))

at ang pinakamamahal kong mga panatiko. oo, alam ko, di niyo ako matiis. ((: kaya kung gusto niyong manggaya saming mga kewl ex-kalbew dewdes, just click over the address bar and key in "panatiko ako ni ben" then press Shift+HOME then press backspace. then key in http://imeem.com and yehbah enter.

just don't forget to give credit to my trustworthy alipin andrew paner torres. thankyou. thankyou fans. salamat nang marami. for upcoming gigs, just tag sa tagboard sa baba o kaya comment by clicking the "# blacked out" at the end of the post.

and don't forget to tell your poor friends how unfortunate they are to have not visited my site and not have known the fame and greatness of the IDOL BEN. bwahahahahaha. juke.

-_-

sometimes, the effort really matters.

wake up. reality to.

isang araw sa alabang. hahahhahhaha. juke

isang araw. kanina. nagpunta ako sa alabang. birthday kasi ng kuya ko kahapon e. e kaso ngayon yung celebration niya. kaya ayun. nagpunta ako dun. at andami kong nagawa ulit.

ngayon lang uli ako nakapanood ng boxing. actually, ngayon lang uli ako nag-tv nang lampas isang oras. mayweather vs. de la hoya. whateber. hindi ako agree sa fraction ng panel of judges. split desish daw e. pangit. akala ko talaga mananalo si de la hoya. whateber to them. panalo siya para sakin tsaka sa isang part ng panel. maganda pa naman asawa niya. hahahah. juke lang. pero seryoso, dapat siya yung nanalo.

ngayon lang uli ako nakapaglaro ng playstation. hahahahaha. ngayon ko lang uli nalaro yung tony hawk. at oo, bano na ako. hahahaha. talo pa ako ng bro-in-law ko. hahaha. e 10 years old pa lang yun. pero anyway, magaling ako dun dati. kaya magaling pa rin ako. hahahhaa. juke. anlabu.

binilhan ko ngapala ng regalo yung kuya ko. shirt. at di kasya. kaya akin na lang. hahahaha. juke.. pero totoo, binilhan ko siya. kaso di kasya. hahahaha

eto pa, nasira yung lalagyan ng sigarilyo ng kuya ko. buti nga. hahahaha. juke.

eto pa, sa simbahan malapit sa alabang town center ako nagsimba. hahaha. nakatulog ako bago nagstart. hahaha. buti na lang, nagising ako nung magstastart na yung misa.
hahahhaha. juke

eto pa, hahahahahhaa. juke.

thisisme

my mind is crumpled
my eyes ruptured
my ears are deafened
my nose smells rotten
my lips are drooling

my neck is tingling
my arms are squished
my chest is pressed
my back is scratched
my tummy flattened

my thighs are clipped
my knees are bent
my legs are pinching
my feet are tense
my toes are wringing

my hands are spoiled
my fingers crossed
my palms slapped
my wrists pained
my arms crabbed

my heart is scorched
my heart is scorched
yet my heart is burning
a little burn is what matters
my heart is burning

para sa mga bugwit na nakatira sa bubong namin/ breaking news/ super astig/ Na

*squeak**squeak**squeak**squeak*

*squeak**squeak**squeak*

*squeak**squeak**squeak**squeak**squeak**squeak*


in laymen's terms:

wag naman kayong magwrestling!! nakakatakot minsan e. alam niyo yun, lagpas semento yung soundwaves. aba'y nakakagulat naman ata yun. pero dahil mabait kami't walang kasya saming housemates sa bubong, iniaalay na namin ang bubong. para sa mga bugwit na katulad niyo. hahahahahahahahaha.


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breaking news: i feel so alone. lalu na't matagal ding nawala yung shooting. at di ko na nakakasalamuha ang 10+ people.

***

super astig yung kantang layag ng up dharma down. wala lang. super astig din pala ng heroes. kaso pangit pag nahuhuli ka. hindi astig yung pang-uuto. pramis.

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SODIUM ANNOUNCEMENT:

psst. sodium. sodium. sodium. me naisip na reunion. out-of-town ata. hihihi. sana matuloy kasi namimiss ko na kayo. yihee. kilig. hahahahaha.

fact

premise: maniwala ka, hindi ko talaga ginusto na magpost ng ganyang title. pero yan kasi pinakaapt. alam mo yun, ayoko ng opposites kasi di ko naman iniintend. pero apt nga kasi. :))


facts:

1. may pamangkin na ako
2. ikakasal na kuya ko
3. mamumulubi na kami uli
4. lalaki kuya ko, so kami gagastos sa panganganak at pagpapakasal
5. may bahay na ang kuya ko sa alabang
6. lumipat na ng bahay yung kuya ko
7. mag-isa na lang ako dito sa bahay
8. mga magulang ko rin pala gagastos sa bills ng bahay nila sa alabang
9. walang ref sa alabang
10.kakabili lang ng kama para sa alabang
11.may posibilidad na maging caesarian yung magiging asawa ng kuya ko
12.mahal yun
13.hindi ko kinuha yung DOST. sayang, panagdag din pala dapat yun sa panggastos.
14.baka (still hoping) hindi ko maranasan yung naranasan ng kuya ko nung freshman siya. yung bibilhan ng damit dahil walang uniform.
15.baka (still hoping din) hindi na rin ako mabigyan ng bagong phone kahit pinagtiisan ko ng apat na taon tong phone ko.
16.hindi ko alam kung maiinis ako o matutuwa dahil sa kuya ko. ewan ko. sabay-sabay kasi e. nakakainis na nakakatuwa.
17.nagtatampo ako. lahat na lang sa kuya ko. lahat ng attention, gastos, etc. parang di na ako pamilya. gerr. exaggerated i think. pero that's how i feel.

fiction

the story does not start with a spark. it starts with a snap. but the story does not start up until the end. but i guess i shouldn't have spoiled it for you. poor you. i bet YOU won't be reading this yourself. because that's who you are. someone who doesn't read stuff from my hands. you don't receive stuff i give. but i shouldn't care. you don't care about me. you don't. you're so busy holding stuff from someone else. someONE. but i guess that's your curse. not to be dealt with by shallow minds like mine. i bet you don't even type my url in the address bar. i don't care. i know for a fact that you don't have a single ounce of concern for me. the thing is, i don't just give a bit. i give a lot. but heck, you care not. so should i care not too?? can't you see me? you know what, you fail to notice what i do because you are so self-centered. strike that through. it should be someone-else-centered. you know what?? you care so much about that someone else that you forget to care for yourself (and add me on the list). am i just a stranger to you? someone you just pass by and forget at the end of the day? you're such a hypocrite. putting on the fake smiles? the pinching thoughts hidden beneath your face? why can't you show some heart? have i been that unworthy? because i don't think so. you haven't even written my name on a sheet of paper, have you? i don't care. i know that that someONE is the ONE who deserves. no, really i don't. i would care more about you destroying me behind my back. am i that unimportant? can't you just throw them straight at my face? you know what, you are so detestable. but what's more detestable about you is that you are indifferent. indifferent about being detestable. indifferent when it comes to stuff about me.

congrats. to me. not to you. i have gotten this far, and you haven't. i bet you don't even spend a single neuron to think about how i've been. what more for material things. like a peso. am i not even worth a single peso? who do you think you are? your orbit clashes mine but you don't notice. you are always busy reflecting the sun's rays. should i stop caring now? should i? tell me! oh yeah, i forgot, you won't read this. so who's to tell me? gack.

so it ends with this. it ends with a start. the start of indifference. okay. in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, *snap*

WTF NA LANG PALA AKO

ano ako?? porn?? thanksalot

sigarilyo ule

NAKAKAINIS. SOBRA!!!! nakakainis ang sigarilyo
nakakairita. ano ba kasi nagagawa nito??
inis na inis na inis ako sa sigarilyo. bakit ba nag-gaganun ang mga tao?? kelangan ba??

ano makukuha niyo?? putek, tas pag kakausapin mo yung mga taong naninigarilyo ipapagtanggol pa nila yung sigarilyo. the heck with cigarettes. nakakainis. ano gagawin ko?? mismong kuya at tatay at lolo at mga pinsan ko naninigarilyo. badtrip.

sobrang nakakairita, nakakairita. alam naman ng mga taong pinapatay nila yung mga sarili nila pag naninigarilyo sila diba?? nakakainis. sinasabi ko sa inyong KASALANAN ang manigarilyo. ang point nito, sinisira niya ang katawan mo. at, ang katawan mo ay temple ng HOLY SPIRIT kaya masamang sinisira mo ito. pangalawa, parang long-term suicide na rin siya. cigarette = suicide. suicide = murder. murder = sin. by transitivity, CIGARETTE = SIN. mahirap bang maintindihan to?? nakakainis kayo. nakakainis. LECHE YANG NAKADISKUBRE NG SIGARILYO NA YAN. oo, LECHE KA!!!

kaya, WAG NA WAG KAYONG MAGPAKITA SAKING NANINIGARILYO, or better yet, WAG KAYONG MANIGARILYO!!! pag talaga. grrrr. sasapakin ko kayo, pag nakita ko kayong nanigarilyo. seryoso ako. grrrr.