Swearing has become a rather annoying part of my expression, though not necessarily daily. In fact, there are no more than two possible situations that could have cropped up if you so happen to see or hear me firing an irrepressible tirade of obscenities. One is if I’m heatedly red with rage that you wouldn't even dare to cross me more than I already am. And the other is if I’m blissfully overjoyed, nothing can spoil the mood.
And more often than not, it’s the former that I’ve been getting way too much. Certainly, that’s thanks to the sadistic barrage of [end-of-the-term] paper works, life-sucking final examinations, blood-boiling CRS pre-enlistment, vexing units of subjects or lack thereof, infuriating inchworm speed of my internet connection, among other migraine-inducing etceteras. How lovely.
Yet tonight, it’s that -official parents’ approval- that changed the tune this time. I am colossally happy right now that the “irrepressible tirade of obscenities” just won’t stop, haha! Yay! After all my pleading, crying, acting, sucking up, emotional blackmail and other unimaginable but somehow creative modus and stunts, I finally got my hard-earned consent from my parents, allowing me to spend a mini getaway in Mindoro and Puerto Galera! Gaah, I’m so happy for myself, haha!
*insert an irrepressible tirade of obscenities here*
*insert an irrepressible tirade of obscenities here*
*insert an irrepressible tirade of obscenities here*
*insert an irrepressible tirade of obscenities here*
*insert an irrepressible tirade of obscenities here*
Hmmm, nothing can spoil the mood.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Because she said so
Since it's my sembreak, my mom thought it's best to enroll me in a driving school. According to her, and I quote, "Anak, it's always good to know at saka para naman naman next time ikaw na magda-drive ng sasakyan natin..." Not bad, right? Although, I have my suspicion that that's just her sneaky way of getting rid of my lazy a$$ bumming around the house 24/7. I don't blame her, really. But she could have just come up with an outright, simple, honest statement like, "Ang tamad mo na kasi Annelvie, para naman kahit pano maging productive ang sembreak mo no", and I would understand her just the same.
Nevertheless, she enrolled me and as long as it's an all expenses paid [by her], well then, bring it on.
What I didn't see coming, however, was how much of a nervous wreck I was going to be the moment I took over the steering wheel and off we went to the highways.
Train of thoughts, then:
1. [DANGER: Deep Excavation]
>> "Waah! Why in the hell do they excavate here of all places, pag ako nahulog diyan, shemay naman o!"
2. [May mga bakacow sa kalye, yes meron talaga]
>> "Pootek, bakit ba pakalat kalat lang tong mga bakang to, pag ako nabangga…I swear!"
3. [Mga batang nag-lalaro sa gilid ng kalsada]
>> "Ano ba?! Ayaw ko pang makabangga ng bata…wag kayong tatawid! wag kayong tatawid! wag kayong tatawid, please!"
4. [Toyota Innova sa unahan ko]
>> "What the…bakit pa kasi ang ganda ganda ng sasakyan niya, kapag yan nabangga ko ang mahal ng babayaran KO [well ng nanay ko], wahhhhh"
5. [Matandang nagba-bike, pagewang gewang lang]
>> "Wahh, this manong is soo gonna die a painful death kapag nabangga ko siya…Shit! Shit! Shit!"
6. [Tatlong magkakasunod na ten-wheeler trucks]
>> "Shit naman kasi bakit ba kailangan pang ang laki laki nila, pootakte"
7. [Accident Prone Area]
>> *sign of the cross*
8. [Tumigil yung sasakyan dahil narelease ko yung clutch]
>> "Aww, joke lang po, kuya."
9. [Dahil ayaw kong mag-overtake…]
>> "Kuya, pwede bang dito na lang ako sa likod ng tricycle forever, hindi naman tayo nagmamadali diba???"
10. [Habang nagmamaneho, yung tugtog sa radyo, “Hindi kita malilimutan”]
>> "Leche, diba pam-patay yan? Ano ba yan premonition or what?! I knew it, sino ba naman kasing nagsuggest-suggest pa na mag-driving lessons ako. Awww, paalam, world…"
Nevertheless, she enrolled me and as long as it's an all expenses paid [by her], well then, bring it on.
What I didn't see coming, however, was how much of a nervous wreck I was going to be the moment I took over the steering wheel and off we went to the highways.
Train of thoughts, then:
1. [DANGER: Deep Excavation]
>> "Waah! Why in the hell do they excavate here of all places, pag ako nahulog diyan, shemay naman o!"
2. [May mga baka
>> "Pootek, bakit ba pakalat kalat lang tong mga bakang to, pag ako nabangga…I swear!"
3. [Mga batang nag-lalaro sa gilid ng kalsada]
>> "Ano ba?! Ayaw ko pang makabangga ng bata…wag kayong tatawid! wag kayong tatawid! wag kayong tatawid, please!"
4. [Toyota Innova sa unahan ko]
>> "What the…bakit pa kasi ang ganda ganda ng sasakyan niya, kapag yan nabangga ko ang mahal ng babayaran KO [well ng nanay ko], wahhhhh"
5. [Matandang nagba-bike, pagewang gewang lang]
>> "Wahh, this manong is soo gonna die a painful death kapag nabangga ko siya…Shit! Shit! Shit!"
6. [Tatlong magkakasunod na ten-wheeler trucks]
>> "Shit naman kasi bakit ba kailangan pang ang laki laki nila, pootakte"
7. [Accident Prone Area]
>> *sign of the cross*
8. [Tumigil yung sasakyan dahil narelease ko yung clutch]
>> "Aww, joke lang po, kuya."
9. [Dahil ayaw kong mag-overtake…]
>> "Kuya, pwede bang dito na lang ako sa likod ng tricycle forever, hindi naman tayo nagmamadali diba???"
10. [Habang nagmamaneho, yung tugtog sa radyo, “Hindi kita malilimutan”]
>> "Leche, diba pam-patay yan? Ano ba yan premonition or what?! I knew it, sino ba naman kasing nagsuggest-suggest pa na mag-driving lessons ako. Awww, paalam, world…"
Thursday, October 16, 2008
I need a gameplan
I couldn’t bring myself to tell my friends [marc nagpaparinig ako] that I’ve just been rejected, yet again, by my dad. I mean, not really me, but the idea of me going to Mindoro to attend Daisy’s debut. My friends are expecting me to come and I want to come myself. And I hate it that my parents are being so cynical about it. They wouldn’t give me their approval and I have a nagging suspicion that both of them, my mom and my dad, are conspiring against me. Honestly! I thought my mom was on my side, until my dad talked her out of it and voilà, she was lured into the dark side. Easily. Completely. And unabashedly. Ugh. So that leaves me back to square one wherein I'd have two stubborn souls to appease instead of one. How convenient [insert eye roll here]. But I guess there’s nothing more convenient than the fact that my mom seemed to have forgotten that she actually gave me her permission several weeks ago, because now she’s strongly denying that such occurrence ever existed. How could she…! And my dad’s no better. He’s trying to bribe me, and it’s horrible! That’s him playing dirty, and it’s annoying because I badly wanted to say ‘yes’ to the bribe but I’m holding back just for Daisy’s sake [see daisy, that’s how much I love you, darling] Ugh. Double Ugh. I never knew my parents could go to such “creative” measures just to prevent me from going. Hayy, I’m miserable.
Postscript: I’m not giving up though. I spent the whole day sucking up to them and being so impossibly nice and complimentary, but clearly that didn’t work well, that’s why tomorrow, no matter what it takes, I am soooo blackmailing them.
Post Postscript: Fine. This post ended up being so childish and trivial. I didn't mean to. The truth is I'm anxious, because let's face it, parents still get to have the last say in E.VERY.THING. [especially if they're the one going to pay for my fare] Ugh. Triple Ugh.
Postscript: I’m not giving up though. I spent the whole day sucking up to them and being so impossibly nice and complimentary, but clearly that didn’t work well, that’s why tomorrow, no matter what it takes, I am soooo blackmailing them.
Post Postscript: Fine. This post ended up being so childish and trivial. I didn't mean to. The truth is I'm anxious, because let's face it, parents still get to have the last say in E.VERY.THING. [especially if they're the one going to pay for my fare] Ugh. Triple Ugh.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
the disgraceful kid that I was
It’s a crying shame that there used to be a point in my life when I didn’t know what literature was unless it punches me smack-dab on the face. [Or even then, I probably wouldn’t have recognized it either.] I used to loathe books. Books were evil. Reading was hell. And to forcibly make me read even the thinnest book in the cosmos was the worst kind of torture anyone could have imposed upon me. I hated reading almost as much as I hated an afternoon nap.
I used to believe that kids had no business reading books if there were grander alternatives such as playing “piko” with the other “sipuning” toddlers or sipping the nectar of Santan, all the while having that brainless delusion that my playmates and I could actually extract a vial of that sweet thing single-handedly, and to do so would have been the coolest thing on earth. It never occurred to us that a drop of nectar was practically a century behind a nanogram. Just the same, it never occurred to me that not reading enough books would be one of my pantagruelian regrets in life as I stepped in to college several years later.
It wasn’t until my first year in the university when I finally realized how dire it was that I haven’t even read an important literature in my entire sixteen years of existence, except for Noli and Fili [even then, they were part of the curriculum in high school, thus it was compulsory that we read them. Had it not been the case, I possibly wouldn’t have known who was Crisostomo freakin’ Ibarra]. It was a disgrace, really, being so clueless about books especially if you’re surrounded by depressingly intelligent people who read books almost as frequently as they change clothes. So I figured that maybe some of my viewpoints in life [or in books] need a serious changing. So I did. Little by little, I started to read. However, it wasn’t that simple and smooth at first, especially for someone like me who started out as a book-nazi. More often than not, I would have that painful temptation to just peek at the ending of a book just to get it over with. Of course, I resisted. [at least, to most of them I did :p] At any rate, I came to genuinely love it, the reading. Over time, I developed the patience and the appreciation. So now, I read read read read read every chance I get. And the more I read, the more I hate people who don’t. I know, it’s arrogant of me to discharge such kind of repulsion, but really, not reading is soo like ewww. Haha. Failure to read not even a single book all of your life would have been the immaculate way to earn yourself a front row ticket to Loser-ville. And boy, would that suck big time.
I used to believe that kids had no business reading books if there were grander alternatives such as playing “piko” with the other “sipuning” toddlers or sipping the nectar of Santan, all the while having that brainless delusion that my playmates and I could actually extract a vial of that sweet thing single-handedly, and to do so would have been the coolest thing on earth. It never occurred to us that a drop of nectar was practically a century behind a nanogram. Just the same, it never occurred to me that not reading enough books would be one of my pantagruelian regrets in life as I stepped in to college several years later.
It wasn’t until my first year in the university when I finally realized how dire it was that I haven’t even read an important literature in my entire sixteen years of existence, except for Noli and Fili [even then, they were part of the curriculum in high school, thus it was compulsory that we read them. Had it not been the case, I possibly wouldn’t have known who was Crisostomo freakin’ Ibarra]. It was a disgrace, really, being so clueless about books especially if you’re surrounded by depressingly intelligent people who read books almost as frequently as they change clothes. So I figured that maybe some of my viewpoints in life [or in books] need a serious changing. So I did. Little by little, I started to read. However, it wasn’t that simple and smooth at first, especially for someone like me who started out as a book-nazi. More often than not, I would have that painful temptation to just peek at the ending of a book just to get it over with. Of course, I resisted. [at least, to most of them I did :p] At any rate, I came to genuinely love it, the reading. Over time, I developed the patience and the appreciation. So now, I read read read read read every chance I get. And the more I read, the more I hate people who don’t. I know, it’s arrogant of me to discharge such kind of repulsion, but really, not reading is soo like ewww. Haha. Failure to read not even a single book all of your life would have been the immaculate way to earn yourself a front row ticket to Loser-ville. And boy, would that suck big time.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
overtaker
One of the most amusing sights for me is that of my mom driving. She gets so feisty and hot-tempered and edgy when doing so. And I swear, it’s super sidesplitting! From time to time, she has these unnecessarily mean comments and profanities that would rival that of Simon Cowell’s.
Say for example, today. My mom drove my aunt to the airport. I was sitting just right beside her so I had the delight of witnessing all her supposedly silent [but I heard them anyway] mutterings and cussing. Drat, she’s a hell of a lot more impatient and reckless than my dad!
1. Ay-yay-yay! Huminto ka! Hinto! Hinto! Hinto! HINTO SABI EH!
2. Where are you going? Ah, kakanan siya…Ayaw naman kasi magsignal, ano ba yan, parang hindi lang nag aral mag-drive.
3. Ay, parang naglalakad lang sa kawalan yung lalake oh. Mama, mababangga na kita, bilis bilis ang kilos.
4. Ikaw, maghintay ka diyang truck ka, ang laki laki mong sasakyan singit ka ng singit!
5. Etong nasa unahan natin, ke-lalaking tao, ang bagal mag-drive.
6. Ang yabang ng Jethro [bus] na yan ha, porket malaki siya akala niya hindi ko na siya ma-oovertake-an. Huh!
7. Yang mga traffic enforcers na yan, nakakadagdag lang sa traffic e. Buti ba hindi sila binabanngga diyan kapag nainis na yung mga driver. Gaya ko…
8. Ano ba tong mga batang nanghihingi na to, masasagi na kayo mga iho!
9. Whoah! Whoah! Whoah! Hold it! Hindi porke't Mercedes-Benz ka, mangunguna ka na... Yan, sige diyan ka lang sa likod ko.
10. Etong CRV na to, ke-bago bago paharang harang lang sa daan, banggain ko kaya to.
Mind you, the above comments were already the clean version. She still got some other remarks that I’d only be too embarrassed to post, wahahaha.
Say for example, today. My mom drove my aunt to the airport. I was sitting just right beside her so I had the delight of witnessing all her supposedly silent [but I heard them anyway] mutterings and cussing. Drat, she’s a hell of a lot more impatient and reckless than my dad!
1. Ay-yay-yay! Huminto ka! Hinto! Hinto! Hinto! HINTO SABI EH!
2. Where are you going? Ah, kakanan siya…Ayaw naman kasi magsignal, ano ba yan, parang hindi lang nag aral mag-drive.
3. Ay, parang naglalakad lang sa kawalan yung lalake oh. Mama, mababangga na kita, bilis bilis ang kilos.
4. Ikaw, maghintay ka diyang truck ka, ang laki laki mong sasakyan singit ka ng singit!
5. Etong nasa unahan natin, ke-lalaking tao, ang bagal mag-drive.
6. Ang yabang ng Jethro [bus] na yan ha, porket malaki siya akala niya hindi ko na siya ma-oovertake-an. Huh!
7. Yang mga traffic enforcers na yan, nakakadagdag lang sa traffic e. Buti ba hindi sila binabanngga diyan kapag nainis na yung mga driver. Gaya ko…
8. Ano ba tong mga batang nanghihingi na to, masasagi na kayo mga iho!
9. Whoah! Whoah! Whoah! Hold it! Hindi porke't Mercedes-Benz ka, mangunguna ka na... Yan, sige diyan ka lang sa likod ko.
10. Etong CRV na to, ke-bago bago paharang harang lang sa daan, banggain ko kaya to.
Mind you, the above comments were already the clean version. She still got some other remarks that I’d only be too embarrassed to post, wahahaha.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Sleep is gonna come
The semester officially ends tomorrow, but here I am in the province, x-miles away from the campus because I have decided that I wouldn’t want to come to school tomorrow. Trust Annel to do the irresponsible, haha. However, I don’t know if it’s an early karma or what but I do feel like I’m going to be sick. As in literally sick. Flu-sick that is. I have a splitting headache, a runny nose and a dry throat. I cough and sneeze all the time and my eyes just wouldn’t stop from watering. My gawd, I feel like a big effin’ human virus!
Hence, as of this second, the only thing I desperately need from this planet in order to feel a little better is an excellent sleep. A long, “undisturbable”, excellent sleep. Is that so hard to wish for? Is that next to impossible now? Apparently so.
You see, I’ve been awake for a good 36-hours now. Earlier today, I didn’t think I could still keep my eyes open even If I wanted to, thus I tried this Lipovitan-Punch ‘to keep me going’. So yes, my existence the whole day was Lipovitan Punch-induced. My actions were so perfunctory I could easily pass up as a human robot. Wahhh, in short I was sooo sabaw!
And now that I am home and comfy, I want nothing else but to claim at last my well-deserved sleep. Unfortunately, the stupid Lipovitan is still enjoying its no-longer-welcome self, wreaking unnecessary energy to my system, therefore I am left feeling nothing but a helplessly-empty-wide-awake-hyperactive-soul despite the impossibly-crazy-tedious-killer-day that had been. My, the ironies of life.
Hence, as of this second, the only thing I desperately need from this planet in order to feel a little better is an excellent sleep. A long, “undisturbable”, excellent sleep. Is that so hard to wish for? Is that next to impossible now? Apparently so.
You see, I’ve been awake for a good 36-hours now. Earlier today, I didn’t think I could still keep my eyes open even If I wanted to, thus I tried this Lipovitan-Punch ‘to keep me going’. So yes, my existence the whole day was Lipovitan Punch-induced. My actions were so perfunctory I could easily pass up as a human robot. Wahhh, in short I was sooo sabaw!
And now that I am home and comfy, I want nothing else but to claim at last my well-deserved sleep. Unfortunately, the stupid Lipovitan is still enjoying its no-longer-welcome self, wreaking unnecessary energy to my system, therefore I am left feeling nothing but a helplessly-empty-wide-awake-hyperactive-soul despite the impossibly-crazy-tedious-killer-day that had been. My, the ironies of life.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Joyeux anniversaire
He’s soo into sports, so I would pretend that I am soo into sports, as well.
We’d watch tennis games.
He loves tennis. He loves basketball more than tennis.
We’d watch basketball.
He’d be too engrossed. I’d be, “Daddy, for the love of everything that is bouncing, the only thing I know of basketball is dribble!”
We’d play darts instead.
He had an ex-girlfriend named FE. FE is the symbol for Iron.
High school. I was to memorize the periodic table of elements.
Annel: Indium…In, Iodine…I, Iridium…Ir, Iron…Fe…
Daddy: Basta anak, tandaan mo lang kapag Iron, Fe. Fe as in FE. Si FE girlfriend ko yon nung araw, bago Mama mo. Hehe.
Annel: O_o
From that point on, it never slipped my mind that the symbol for Iron is Fe. “Fe as in FE. Si FE a.k.a Daddy's ex-girlfriend”.
Trust the “ex-girlfriend mnemonics” to be an effective memorization technique.
Why , he loves to dance.
Parents go to daughter’s room.
Father would dance half-jokingly - half-seriously to Michael Bublé’s “Sway” in front of the mother and the daughter.
Mother would laugh.
Father would laugh.
Daughter would pretend to gag.
Daughter would shoo them away from her room.
Daughter would laugh.
We’d watch tennis games.
He loves tennis. He loves basketball more than tennis.
We’d watch basketball.
He’d be too engrossed. I’d be, “Daddy, for the love of everything that is bouncing, the only thing I know of basketball is dribble!”
We’d play darts instead.
He had an ex-girlfriend named FE. FE is the symbol for Iron.
High school. I was to memorize the periodic table of elements.
Annel: Indium…In, Iodine…I, Iridium…Ir, Iron…Fe…
Daddy: Basta anak, tandaan mo lang kapag Iron, Fe. Fe as in FE. Si FE girlfriend ko yon nung araw, bago Mama mo. Hehe.
Annel: O_o
From that point on, it never slipped my mind that the symbol for Iron is Fe. “Fe as in FE. Si FE a.k.a Daddy's ex-girlfriend”.
Trust the “ex-girlfriend mnemonics” to be an effective memorization technique.
Why , he loves to dance.
Parents go to daughter’s room.
Father would dance half-jokingly - half-seriously to Michael Bublé’s “Sway” in front of the mother and the daughter.
Mother would laugh.
Father would laugh.
Daughter would pretend to gag.
Daughter would shoo them away from her room.
Daughter would laugh.
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