I finally decided to tell my parents that I'm one year behind in school, that I'm still in my junior standing when I actually am already a senior. Well, they took it lightly naman, and I explained why I am in an irregular academic status (I even showed them my curriculum and pointed out the prerequisites).
It's one big pain off my chest.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
82%
Huy, grabe. CS 135 is TEH BOMB! My goodness! Natuwa na lang ako noong sinabi ni Sir na walang bumagsak. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
82 / 100. My gahd. I barely get a grade like this. It's one big achievement for me. Meowwwwww!
Wait lang. Congratulate niyo si Raine. Highest sa klase. 98 / 100. Oo, 98 si Raine. Talo pa kaming mga oldies. Pero, paano ba 'yan, great apo ko 'yan eh! Haha! Nasa dugo ba? =)) Yabang lang! Naka-82 ako eh. XD
P.S. Camarao, tindi ah. Parang sleeping dragon lang. =))
82 / 100. My gahd. I barely get a grade like this. It's one big achievement for me. Meowwwwww!
Wait lang. Congratulate niyo si Raine. Highest sa klase. 98 / 100. Oo, 98 si Raine. Talo pa kaming mga oldies. Pero, paano ba 'yan, great apo ko 'yan eh! Haha! Nasa dugo ba? =)) Yabang lang! Naka-82 ako eh. XD
P.S. Camarao, tindi ah. Parang sleeping dragon lang. =))
Learn To Love Your Work
I have this usual sickness of being lazy to go to work just right before I actually go there. This was proven during my on-the-job training days last summer. At most twice a week, I would find an excuse to not go there (i.e. got some org-related event to handle, have an exam the next day). Work there didn't really seem that bad, but I wasn't loving what I was doing; the language used there wasn't my thing. But, when I'm in a good mood and I get there, I learn to like what I'm doing somehow.
And now I have this part-time job at school, one of my dream jobs since second year. Though I'm still having that lazy-going act, I'm loving every single bit of work I'm doing. I hope I can keep this attitude. :)
And now I have this part-time job at school, one of my dream jobs since second year. Though I'm still having that lazy-going act, I'm loving every single bit of work I'm doing. I hope I can keep this attitude. :)
Monday, July 21, 2008
Jocs Got Beat -- The Other Sides
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Jocs Got Beat
It was yesterday when I planned to go to Glorietta, because I'm not used to staying at home on a Saturday. I got out of the house around 6:30, then rode an FX to Megamall; it was comfy-er riding it than a jeep.
When I got to Megamall, "I guess I'll spend a lone time in the arcade again here," I said.
As I approach Timezone, I saw this light-skinned guy who was quite like DJ. He and a bunch of friends had their arms swinging left and right the Dance Maniax machine. And, gosh! Si DJ nga! At si Sarah! Rona! JC! Janina! "WTF are you doing here?" I said.
They explained that the La Mesa getaway didn't push through; it was raining hard, they reasoned. And that they were about 30 of them hours ago. DJ told me that the others were perhaps still in the food court. So, I went there after taking a liter of Pepsi from him. :))
Eh nandoon nga sila! Jamie! Jase! Apps! More people! It's becoming a party. Tapos, Lyle! Sam! Raine! Eh, Guitarfreaks and Drummania session bigla. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Good thing I didn't push through with Glorietta, I told myself.
I invited all of them to eat, but some of them had to go home. Kami nila Janina, JC, and Jocs na lang natira, nag-Hong Kong Style Noodles at nag-yosi. We were having our own talk about our lives when this man gets up from his sleep and walks towards Jocs in a wobbly manner.
Not the exact words. "Hoy ikaw," the man addresses Jocs in a loud voice. Jocs looks behind him to see if this man was addressing anyone else, but no. The man was addressing him.
"Po? Bakit po?" Jocs replied.
"Ikaw ang ingay-ingay mo e! Kita mo nang natutulog ako rito e!" The man's voice was enough to attract the attention of people around, and it was obvious that he was drunk.
"Po? Pasensya na po, hindi ko po namamalayan na lumalakas na boses ko. Sorry po," Jocs apologized. Our conversation got cut.
"Hindi namamalayan, eh kita mo ngang natutulog ako rito e!" People were beginning to mumble. I had a friend whom I was waving to, but he refused to wave back because of what's happening. What a friend, huh? Haha!
"Sorry po," Jocs reiterates.
We were all doomed to silence, not minding the man the best way we can. But a few seconds later, this man circles around and give Jocs an angas look, from head to toe. Of course, we were more scared at this moment.
"Akala mo kung sino ka? Ba't ganyan ka makatingin? Naliliitan ka ba sa akin? Ha?!" Everyone's eyes were directed to the scene of the action. I don't mind being looked at, but it's Jocs' life at stake here.
"Hindi po. Hindi po ako naliliitan sa inyo," goes Jocs in the kindest voice.
"Eh sinostorbo mo pagtulog ko e! Baka naman naliliitan ka sa akin!" Drunk. He was obviously out of reason.
After a while, this man digs something out of his tulak-bote box (yung "dyaryo! bote!" box ba) which was right at the place where he was sleeping, and grabs two things -- a half GLASS bottle (with sharp edges as evidence it was broken) on his left hand and a balisong on his right. My eyes widened and my heart paced. I was too shocked to bother JC and Janina's reactions.
"Ano? Sino ang kilala mo dito sa dalawa? Kaliwa o kanan?" TANGINA. TANGINA, grabe na!
"Wala po. Wala po akong kilala sa dalawa." Jocs remained calm. I'm not sure if he was in shock, but if he was, he did a great job of hiding it.
"Ano, 'wag ka nang mahiya. Sino na, kaliwa o kanan?"
"Kaliwa, Jocs!" I was thinking, "Para at least maaagaw mo yung balisong pag inatake ka na!" But of course, I remained as quiet as I can. Brief funny moment lang 'to, pero I was really thinking that. Haha!
"Wala po, wala po."
All of a sudden, this man shoves the broken glass bottle at Jocs's stomach. My heart jumped! Good thing Jocs was able to control it with the bottle's non-sharp body. I could hear everyone's oh-my-gawds here and there.
Just when I noticed he wasn't using the balisong against him, the man stabbed Jocs with the grip part of the balisong (thank GOODNESS it wasn't the sharp part!). Jocs gave a slight "Ow!" and lets go of the bottle he was trying to hold off. Jocs got some red marks that came with his torn shirt. We, three, were left seated in shock. What friends are we, you might think, but that's how it happened.
"Tangina mo! Ano, mangsostorbo ka pa ng tulog ko? Ha?! Tangina mong gago ka a!" The man positioned the knife in a manner that he was going to sink the knife in someone's system. Immediately, Jocs rendered the man off-balance by sliding the man's legs so he'd fall, and kicked both the man's weapons off his hands. I guess Jocs' Judo skills have turned out well, I thought. Jocs gave him a slight moment of recovery.
"Manong, lasing ka lang a!" Jocs had burst -- a slight retaliation to the man's show of violence.
"Eh ano? Tangina mo ka, gago ka. Tangina mo!" Jocs was rained with countless curses. Then, the man gave Jocs a blow, a fist at his slightly bleeding stomach. Followed were numerous jabs and kicks. Jocs tried to block off some of the man's attacks.
"Ano tangina, gago ka. Lumaban ka!"
"Tama na yung dinapa kita. Napahiya ka na doon."
Then two officers came, "Oy oy, ano bang nangyayari dito?"
Both tried to clean themselves up, as if nothing had happened. "Wala po, boss. Wala po," said Jocs.
"Eh tangina kasi, nang-iistorbo ng tulog dito eh. Ang lakas-lakas ng boses, kita nang natutulog ako eh."
"Eh hindi ka naman dapat matulog diyan eh, noob!" Jocs had it, and I was surprised to find "noob" in his collection of words. My mood kind of lightened up with that.
"Gago ka tangina mo," the man gave a slight yank while walking.
"Dapat hindi mo iniistorbo 'yan. Kustomer 'yan eh," one officer reasoned.
"Kasi ang ingay kasi. Kasi naman e... Parang nanliligaw, hindi sinasagot," the three of us gave a slight giggle. That one was quite a banat. Haha!
Soon, the man was driven away by the officers. One apologized, "Boss, pasensya na a. Mukha kasing nakainom eh. Okay lang po kayo?"
"Okay lang 'yun, boss. Okay lang ako."
We took Jocs to the nearest hospital, accompanied by the policemen and their car. He had quite a bleeding.
Great thanks to the officers who helped us. And Jocs, I hope you're doing good.
[Comments++]:
Lyle, Raine, Sam, you were REALLY lucky you got off early.
When I got to Megamall, "I guess I'll spend a lone time in the arcade again here," I said.
As I approach Timezone, I saw this light-skinned guy who was quite like DJ. He and a bunch of friends had their arms swinging left and right the Dance Maniax machine. And, gosh! Si DJ nga! At si Sarah! Rona! JC! Janina! "WTF are you doing here?" I said.
They explained that the La Mesa getaway didn't push through; it was raining hard, they reasoned. And that they were about 30 of them hours ago. DJ told me that the others were perhaps still in the food court. So, I went there after taking a liter of Pepsi from him. :))
Eh nandoon nga sila! Jamie! Jase! Apps! More people! It's becoming a party. Tapos, Lyle! Sam! Raine! Eh, Guitarfreaks and Drummania session bigla. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Good thing I didn't push through with Glorietta, I told myself.
I invited all of them to eat, but some of them had to go home. Kami nila Janina, JC, and Jocs na lang natira, nag-Hong Kong Style Noodles at nag-yosi. We were having our own talk about our lives when this man gets up from his sleep and walks towards Jocs in a wobbly manner.
Not the exact words. "Hoy ikaw," the man addresses Jocs in a loud voice. Jocs looks behind him to see if this man was addressing anyone else, but no. The man was addressing him.
"Po? Bakit po?" Jocs replied.
"Ikaw ang ingay-ingay mo e! Kita mo nang natutulog ako rito e!" The man's voice was enough to attract the attention of people around, and it was obvious that he was drunk.
"Po? Pasensya na po, hindi ko po namamalayan na lumalakas na boses ko. Sorry po," Jocs apologized. Our conversation got cut.
"Hindi namamalayan, eh kita mo ngang natutulog ako rito e!" People were beginning to mumble. I had a friend whom I was waving to, but he refused to wave back because of what's happening. What a friend, huh? Haha!
"Sorry po," Jocs reiterates.
We were all doomed to silence, not minding the man the best way we can. But a few seconds later, this man circles around and give Jocs an angas look, from head to toe. Of course, we were more scared at this moment.
"Akala mo kung sino ka? Ba't ganyan ka makatingin? Naliliitan ka ba sa akin? Ha?!" Everyone's eyes were directed to the scene of the action. I don't mind being looked at, but it's Jocs' life at stake here.
"Hindi po. Hindi po ako naliliitan sa inyo," goes Jocs in the kindest voice.
"Eh sinostorbo mo pagtulog ko e! Baka naman naliliitan ka sa akin!" Drunk. He was obviously out of reason.
After a while, this man digs something out of his tulak-bote box (yung "dyaryo! bote!" box ba) which was right at the place where he was sleeping, and grabs two things -- a half GLASS bottle (with sharp edges as evidence it was broken) on his left hand and a balisong on his right. My eyes widened and my heart paced. I was too shocked to bother JC and Janina's reactions.
"Ano? Sino ang kilala mo dito sa dalawa? Kaliwa o kanan?" TANGINA. TANGINA, grabe na!
"Wala po. Wala po akong kilala sa dalawa." Jocs remained calm. I'm not sure if he was in shock, but if he was, he did a great job of hiding it.
"Ano, 'wag ka nang mahiya. Sino na, kaliwa o kanan?"
"Kaliwa, Jocs!" I was thinking, "Para at least maaagaw mo yung balisong pag inatake ka na!" But of course, I remained as quiet as I can. Brief funny moment lang 'to, pero I was really thinking that. Haha!
"Wala po, wala po."
All of a sudden, this man shoves the broken glass bottle at Jocs's stomach. My heart jumped! Good thing Jocs was able to control it with the bottle's non-sharp body. I could hear everyone's oh-my-gawds here and there.
Just when I noticed he wasn't using the balisong against him, the man stabbed Jocs with the grip part of the balisong (thank GOODNESS it wasn't the sharp part!). Jocs gave a slight "Ow!" and lets go of the bottle he was trying to hold off. Jocs got some red marks that came with his torn shirt. We, three, were left seated in shock. What friends are we, you might think, but that's how it happened.
"Tangina mo! Ano, mangsostorbo ka pa ng tulog ko? Ha?! Tangina mong gago ka a!" The man positioned the knife in a manner that he was going to sink the knife in someone's system. Immediately, Jocs rendered the man off-balance by sliding the man's legs so he'd fall, and kicked both the man's weapons off his hands. I guess Jocs' Judo skills have turned out well, I thought. Jocs gave him a slight moment of recovery.
"Manong, lasing ka lang a!" Jocs had burst -- a slight retaliation to the man's show of violence.
"Eh ano? Tangina mo ka, gago ka. Tangina mo!" Jocs was rained with countless curses. Then, the man gave Jocs a blow, a fist at his slightly bleeding stomach. Followed were numerous jabs and kicks. Jocs tried to block off some of the man's attacks.
"Ano tangina, gago ka. Lumaban ka!"
"Tama na yung dinapa kita. Napahiya ka na doon."
Then two officers came, "Oy oy, ano bang nangyayari dito?"
Both tried to clean themselves up, as if nothing had happened. "Wala po, boss. Wala po," said Jocs.
"Eh tangina kasi, nang-iistorbo ng tulog dito eh. Ang lakas-lakas ng boses, kita nang natutulog ako eh."
"Eh hindi ka naman dapat matulog diyan eh, noob!" Jocs had it, and I was surprised to find "noob" in his collection of words. My mood kind of lightened up with that.
"Gago ka tangina mo," the man gave a slight yank while walking.
"Dapat hindi mo iniistorbo 'yan. Kustomer 'yan eh," one officer reasoned.
"Kasi ang ingay kasi. Kasi naman e... Parang nanliligaw, hindi sinasagot," the three of us gave a slight giggle. That one was quite a banat. Haha!
Soon, the man was driven away by the officers. One apologized, "Boss, pasensya na a. Mukha kasing nakainom eh. Okay lang po kayo?"
"Okay lang 'yun, boss. Okay lang ako."
We took Jocs to the nearest hospital, accompanied by the policemen and their car. He had quite a bleeding.
Great thanks to the officers who helped us. And Jocs, I hope you're doing good.
[Comments++]:
Lyle, Raine, Sam, you were REALLY lucky you got off early.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Congratulate Me
I am now part of the UP CRS (Computerized Registration System) Team. Woot!
I won't entertain (seemingly super) personal requests though. ^^
http://crs2.upd.edu.ph/
I won't entertain (seemingly super) personal requests though. ^^
http://crs2.upd.edu.ph/
Monday, July 7, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Every Inch of Her
My midnight tummy is grumbling again. I consult the refrigerator for some things to eat. What stood there were nothing but raw meat and lots of drinking bottles. Empty, in a nutshell. Empty.
On the dining table lies Mr. Peanut Butter, Ms. Strawberry Jam, Mr. Skyflakes, and Mr. Magic Flakes, and the VFresh kids. And one of them calls to me, gives me a provoking stare, and pulls me in as fierce as it can -- Ms. Cheez Whiz.
I twist the jar cap, strong enough to open her immediately. Sprinkled with crimson red pimiento, she talked. She was dominating, commanding. "Paolo... Eat me."
I was stunned. With resilience, I grab the spoon, unknowingly by its head. I move a small plate in front of me, filling it with her sweetness, her sting, her being, her flesh. I hurry to the sofa, ready to taste all that she is. Just her.
And so I did. Each bite spelled excitement around my tongue, and heaven down my throat. She left some traces around my mouth, which shows how adventurous she could be. And as the plate runs out of her flesh, the spoon doesn't quite get her fleshes left. I did the kinkiest thing --- I finished every inch of her with my bare hands.
As I have had the last of her, I felt satisfied, filled up.
I'm sorry hindi ko na kayang maging creative. =)) Hanggang diyan na lang. Basta adventures ko lang 'yan with my labidabs Cheez Whiz. Haha! Sarap kasi papakin. Hehe. =P
On the dining table lies Mr. Peanut Butter, Ms. Strawberry Jam, Mr. Skyflakes, and Mr. Magic Flakes, and the VFresh kids. And one of them calls to me, gives me a provoking stare, and pulls me in as fierce as it can -- Ms. Cheez Whiz.
I twist the jar cap, strong enough to open her immediately. Sprinkled with crimson red pimiento, she talked. She was dominating, commanding. "Paolo... Eat me."
I was stunned. With resilience, I grab the spoon, unknowingly by its head. I move a small plate in front of me, filling it with her sweetness, her sting, her being, her flesh. I hurry to the sofa, ready to taste all that she is. Just her.
And so I did. Each bite spelled excitement around my tongue, and heaven down my throat. She left some traces around my mouth, which shows how adventurous she could be. And as the plate runs out of her flesh, the spoon doesn't quite get her fleshes left. I did the kinkiest thing --- I finished every inch of her with my bare hands.
As I have had the last of her, I felt satisfied, filled up.
I'm sorry hindi ko na kayang maging creative. =)) Hanggang diyan na lang. Basta adventures ko lang 'yan with my labidabs Cheez Whiz. Haha! Sarap kasi papakin. Hehe. =P
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