Guilty as charged - joke time ;p

Infidelity is wrapping your arm around a girl’s shoulders all the while your real girlfriend is sitting right beside you.

Bwahahaha, peace Pat! ;p

Masarap kutusan

Marami akong reklamo sa buhay, totoo ‘yon. Dito pa lang sa blog na ito, kung sakali mang napadpad ka at nakapagbasa, hindi mahirap mapuna na halos pitompung porsyento yata ay naglalaman lang ng mga angal, angal at marami pang angal. Tulad na lang ng walang kamatayan kong hinaing tungkol sa Maragondon. Ang aming bayan ng Maragondon na madalas kong ilarawan bilang ubod-saksakan-nuknukan ng liblib. Idagdag pa ang prestihiyoso nitong titulo bilang ‘Brown out Capital of the Philippines’. San ka pa?

Hindi naman sa ayaw ko sa Maragondon. Kabaligtaran pa nga e. Talaga lang yatang merong mga pagkakataon na hindi mo maiiwasang mainis, mapakunot-noo at mapasigaw sa yamot dahil tunay nga naman talaga itong ubod-saksakan-nuknukan ng liblib. At sa isang kolehiyalang kagaya ko na pumapasok sa siyudad, aba e talaga nga namang duduguin ako sa pag-iisip pa lang ng may kung ilang oras (tatlo, apat, lima…) kong pagbyahe mula bahay hanggang eskwela.

Nakakapagod. Mainit. Malagkit. Malayo. Grrrr.

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Minsan tinanong ako ng isa kong klasmeyt sa PE kung taga saan daw ba ako. Siyempre sinabi ko ang ubod-saksakan-nuknukan ng liblib na bayan a.k.a Maragondon. Hindi ko alam kung masyado lang siyang nadala sa deskripsyon ko o tunay lang talaga siyang may O.A. na imahinasyon. Pero ganito ang reaksyon nya:

Klasmeyt na itago sa pangalang Pam: Taga saan ka nga pala ulit?

Annel: Sa Cavite.

Klasmeyt na itago sa pangalang Pam: Ah talaga? Nakapunta na ko dati diyan sa may mga pinsan ko, Dasma ata ‘yon. Malapit ba kayo dun?

Annel: Nyek, hinde. Malayo pa kami dun. Dun pa kami sa Maragondon. Liblib yung amin as in grabe, sobra. Tipong may mga bundok bundok pa at mga kalabaw at bukid, haha.

Klasmeyt na itago sa pangalang Pam: Oh? Hindi nga?

Annel: Oo nga. Wala ngang mga Jollibee or Mcdo dun e.

Klasmeyt na itago sa pangalang Pam: Weh?

Annel: Haha, ayaw mong maniwala. I swear.

Klasmeyt na itago sa pangalang Pam: E san kayo nakatira?

Annel: Anong saan kami nakatira?

Klasmeyt na itago sa pangalang Pam: Yung tinitirahan niyo…Sa bahay kubo, ganun?

Annel: -wtf-

Read or die

It’s nothing unusual for a small and far-off town such as ours to have a power failure. In fact, I could say brown outs are already our people’s everyday fixation. That said, it no longer came out as a shock for me to wake up this morning in a trickle of sweat because the stupid fan suddenly stopped working…and what else what else…but power outage.

It was early and I had nothing to do. No computer, no tv, no electric fan, no radio…What a lame life. I had my thousand attempts of going back to sleep but they were futile seeing as there wasn’t even a whirl of wind around and the heat waves were simply killing me. So what else was better than dying but reading. I took out my newly borrowed book and started reading to pass the time. It was short and I finished it around the time power was restored (three hours later). But boy did I not expect myself to be a sobbing mess almost all throughout the book. I swear it was overly tear jerker it should have been banned! ;p

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The Chinese Cinderella, the true story of an unwanted daughter. It was my first time to read Adeline Yen Mah, and I must say that thru this book, she managed to give me a rather excellent first impression of herself. As the title reveals, this book chronicles a slice of the author’s life from zero to early teens, with her having to deal with the insufferably dreadful reality of being an unwanted daughter. After her mother died of giving birth to her, Adeline was instantaneously subjected to her family’s disdain. Her own father and siblings considered her nothing but bad luck, a piece of garbage they were all better off without.

To make matters worse, her stepmother, along with her half brother and half sister, didn’t seem to treat her any differently. Or even if they did so, it was for the better…better cruelty, better brutality. All things considered, it was such a crappy childhood that was made even more crappy by her crappy family and their crappy behavior.

The number of times I cried every time there would be painful blows of emotion! It was like Tuesdays with Morrie all over again. The only difference was that in TWM I cried because the situation was unbearably good whereas in this novel, I cried because the situation was unbearably bad. The torment that happened to Adeline, they were never physical. They were always emotional. A dead right stab of words specially created to evoke the deepest and nastiest pains that no matter how thick-skinned a person is, (s)he wouldn’t be able to go on without admitting even to a slightest cut. So how much more for a defenseless little girl?

And that’s the point when I get to admire Adeline for her unwavering spirit. Instead of being discouraged by all the negativities surrounding her, she persisted. She was treated as rubbish and yet she never let on the idea that she was nothing as her family wanted her to believe so. In the end, she turned the table against them when she used the painful memories as her reminder and driving force to prove her family wrong; that she was not a worthless piece of crap but rather an extraordinarily intelligent girl with a grand future. And a grand future it had been, for she would later on be widely known as both a physician and a writer with a thriving and laudable career either way.

-end-

*cyber sniffing sniffing sniffing*

Epistaxis Love

I have the type of friends wherein,

(friends’ text # 1) : nel, ung 300 mo nskn ah. Pnlgy ni ara. knin m skn kndi akn n 2h.

*albeit the time pressure, you know that they will still so kindly look after your things come what may.

(friends’ text # 2) : …annel, issa 2! Dhil d k ngre2ply ga2stos kmi ng 100 s pera mo!!! Bi2li kmi ng cake!

*they are courteous enough to ask for your permission.

(friends’ text # 3) : annel, mern k png 25 pesos. Msrp ung cake d2. SOBRA!! Dagdagan m nln ng 50 pesos mkkbli k n ng cake mo!!

*they care about you, so much as they are kind enough to provide you left-over. In this critical time of Philippine economic crisis, twenty-five pesos is not bad. Right? right?

(friends’ text # 4) : ,,annel e2 na ga2stusin n nmin. E2 n inaabot q n s cashier! MGREPLY k kc wla n ung pera mo

*they are thoughtful even. In their own warped way, they like to hear from you somehow. MGREPLY k!!!

(friends’ text # 5) : ,,annel ano k b naman?! Gnastos n namin pera mo

*And lastly, they are rather honest, don’t you think so? ^_^

Bagyo Alert

It's been raining all day long and news has it that another typhoon is looming on the horizon.

As usual, I've been keeping my fingers cross for a no-classes-announcement.

Such a rotten student, i know.

On a completely different note though, i still haven't gotten over my full belly laugh when I heard Mike Enriquez on the news refered to Miss Venezuela as "Miss Valenzuela", haha.

An honest mistake but I laughed anyway. Talk about shallowness.

A shallow person's shallow blog entry about shallowness. Nice going.

Poetic kaekekan

I’m in a poetic mood tonight, ahaha. But don’t worry, weaving words in such a creative and artistic manner as poems is something I wouldn't be able to if my life depended on it. Everybody knows how much I suck in everything that has rhyme and rhythm and meter and figurative language etcetera. So to preserve your sanity, I better not.

By poetic I meant Robert Frost. I have always loved his poem, “The Road Not Taken”. And thanks to Prof. Dalisay (who in turn has given his thanks to Prof. Jurilla), our class was able to listen to an audio of Frost himself reciting his own poem.

Man, was it such a goosebumps-inducing experience!
(“goosebumps-inducing” because he’s good, not “goosebumps-inducing” because he’s dead, alright?)

Very well, then you might like to listen to it yourself:

I'm not being rude

You know those days when everything seems to be getting on your nerves easily?

You dismiss every joke as corny and don’t even bother to at least feign an amused reaction just for the cracker’s sake. What’s worse is you even include an eye roll in the process.

You’re abnormally quite. And for someone who talks 1000 words per minute then that must be some kind of an innovation.

You know for a fact that you’re in a foul, sour mood. So you don’t understand why people don’t appear to recognize ‘that mood’ since they just worsen it by labeling you as ‘kill-joy’, ‘spoilsport’, ‘attitude problem’, ‘anti-social’ and a whole bunch of other names as well, similar to that effect.

You’re a social little creature yet today you don’t feel up for any day trip. As a matter of fact, all you want to do is distance yourself from everybody, then lock yourself up inside your room because everything else just infuriates you.

You seem to be too hostile for your own good and you find that urge to bitch and boss around as if your acting so in your normal days is still not enough to last you a second lifetime.

Your curse the hell out of the GLOBE Telecommunications Inc. for proposing that stupid, idiotic idea of UNLIMITED TEXTING. Then you shift the blame to some of your contacts who don’t seem to have any healthier things to do, other than to send a succession of group messages and broadcast to you and to the world the littlest details going on with their lives. (which for the record, you don’t give a rat’s fart)

(Let’s eat!, Good morning/afternoon/evening, Hi/Hello, Oooh I really like this tv show! You should watch it too!, It’s Sunday, let’s attend the mass!, Ugh, it’s Monday again, back to school, Traffic is hell…and so on and so forth…)

Seriously! Do I resemble a mobile phone diary nowadays?!

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Don’t take offense. I’m not being rude. It’s just one of those days. Really.

Rest assured that this is not the PMS talking.

NOT. AT. ALL.