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Archive for September, 2006

BREAKING NEWS: no classes tomorrow for all levels in Metro Manila and other neighboring cities due to the coming typhoon Milenyo.

At last!  This boy can get some sleep…  It’s not yet announced if the UAAP Finals Game 2 will be cancelled too, so we better keep posted on the news.  That is, if you’re watching live tomorrow.

On other news, I rode a total of seven passenger jeepneys today.  One on my way to Metropolitan Terraces to get my check from CodeRed, two on my way to Salcedo to encash the check, three to People Support Ayala to have lunch with Ate Kate and give her the 1000 bucks I owe her for Kuya Luis’ hiking shoes, four on my way to MRT, five on my way to school, six on my way back to MRT after school, and seven on my way home.  Phew!  Imagine that.  That’s the most number of jeepneys I’ve ridden in a day in my entire life!

These several jeepney rides brought about some jeepney antics.  You can’t really expect what could happen in an 18-seater cramped-up passenger jeepney in the Philippines.  Anything’s possible.

For example, on my way to school, this lady with a huge plastic bag rode the jeep when it had only one slot left.  These jeepney drivers, when they say “Isa na lang!  O, isa na lang lalarga na!” they mean that you have to squeeze your 18-inch butt into a 5-inch of not even visible space.  You’re practically squatting and thanks to the hand rail you’re squatting and you’re lifting yourself up.  Boy, what an exercise!  Anyhow… where was I?  Oh, so there she was entering the jeepney so the people noticed her and moved quickly to give her some space.  Unfortunately, everyone moved so her space became at the long end of the jeepney.  She got so mad that she forced her huge ass into between these two people’s body just to get herself seated, with matching muttering of curses and lectures under her breath.  I even heard her say how rude these people were, not thinking of their fellows.  Hello?!  She was the one who was badmouthing them, who’s the nice old lady now, huh?  Sheesh.  Old people these days.  Naalala ko tuloy yung time na nasigawan ako ng matandang babae sa BPI kasi sinabihan ko siya na sumisingit siya (na totoo naman).  Ay!  Ka-trauma!

Wala lang to, mukhang masaya lang maglagay ng picture ko, hehe.  Anyway, I went to school to watch the Dancing In September event we were required to watch in Cheerleading.  The dancers were good, especially that we got to see the Streetdance Club perform once again.  They’re so damn good they won some Hiphop award abroad!

Very disturbing.  That’s how I’d describe UP Filipiniana’s performances that included a number of women and questionably male dancers.  What’s real disturbing is that there would be a couple of times where two men would hug, hold each other, and–get this–KISS!  Damn, this is UP.  But that doesn’t mean it’s okay!!!  Really.  It sent chills down my spine.

Ay panalo ‘to!  On my way out of UP, the jeepney I was riding was almost full, but the driver stopped in front of this girl, apparently a freshman, and she boarded the jeep but couldn’t find a seat.  What she said startled us all:  “Ayos lang ho, wala na atang space, sasabit na lang ako?”  What the??!!  Everyone looked at her and in utter shock, god-forbid we made room for the strange little lady!!!  That was really unusual.  How many times have you seen a girl make sabit to a jeepney? (Oo na, conio na…)  It’s either she’s a) a feminist who doesn’t believe in medieval-day chivalry and wants to assert her capability as a woman in doing what a man can do; b) she’s just kidding or being sarcastic in that she’s projecting herself so that some man would offer her seat to her and be the one to make sabit instead; or c) she’s effing serious!  I hope not.

Anywho I’m halfway downloading Grey’s 2.5 episode so I gotta ta-ta!  By the way, buy CodeRed, it’ll be released anytime soon, I have an article there again.  It’s available in all magazine stands in major bookstores.

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Added this nifty little Firefox Extension so that I could blog without having to log on to blogger.com, and boy, it works mighty fine!  Have to get off now, though, still need to get somewhere (get my moolah and my magazine somewhere).

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“You know what I am? I’m stupid. Nothing will make you feel more stupid than cheating on the woman you love. You don’t know what you’re missing.”

Aaaacccckkk!!!! I’m an addict! I stayed up all night just to finish downloading Season 2 Episode 4 of Grey’s Anatomy!!! Make it stop!!!

Gawd, this show really kicks major butt! Nothing could get me more interested in a show than superb writing (especially because you get quotable quotes all the time like the one up there!). This episode, entitled “Deny, Deny, Deny” talks about, well, denial, and how we use it as a defense mechanism to substitute what we want to what reality really is.

If I’m not mistaken, this is the first time we see an emotion from Dr. Bailey other than blind rage, ghetto speak and sarcasm. Aahh, finally, the bitchy witchy resident has a touchy side, after all. And it took one dear patient to get it out of her. Schucks, that almost made me cry.

Cristina, however, suffered the consequences of bottling up all her emotions and experienced “Cry Me A River”, quite literally. It was one of the funniest scenes in the show! Haha… Cristina couldn’t stop crying because she suppressed all the depression and the rage of losing her baby and bursting her fallopian tube. Make it stop! Make it stop! Somebody sedate me!!

Dr. Derek “McDreamy” Shepherd is torn between two lovers, again, quite literally. He’s forced into a dillema of choosing between who used to be the love of his life and the love of his current life. It’s a painstaking dillema, and one signature on the divorce paper would seal things off. I wonder what option he’ll choose? (Of course it’s rather unusual if he won’t sign the papers, but I just hope Addison gets out of the picture soon. She really is a bitch adulterer. =P)

Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass.
And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim.
The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon.
We can only lie to ourselves for so long.
We are tired. We are scared.
Denying it doesn’t change the truth.
Sooner or later, we have to put aside our denial, and face the world!
Head on, guns blazing.
Denial. It’s not just a river in Egypt. It’s a freaking ocean.
So how do you keep from drowning in it?

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I chanced upon this video on Mellow MYX just a few hours ago. I remembered watching it in my Natsci1 class last year when at the end of the sem we had nothing else to do but watch funny videos, and this one was tucked in between two of them, so it played. After the video, everyone in the auditorium went “Awww…” because even though we didn’t understand Korean we knew what it was about. Shet, what love can make people do.

Why have I named this place “An evanescent delectation”? It sounded effortless and downright vague, to say the least. It’s not my style of writing, but I just searched the thesaurus for synonyms of the word “temporary” and the word “pleasure” and put two and two together then voila! There it materialized. It sounds awkward, don’t you think?

Why have I thought of naming this a “temporary pleasure” anyway? That’s because I take on most of these kinds of things in real life. I’m bound to jumping and choosing for short-term joys instead of long-term ones. Even this blog is a short-term satisfaction, because I can’t really promise myself to update (just like always). But in any case, I’m still pursuing it, no matter how much laziness or uninspiration I encounter along the way. I hope my pep squad and cheerleaders are ready with their pompoms, because I sure as hell am going to need them! (If ever there are any, at all)

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And so I thought I could leave the Blogging scene alone and vice-versa. But here I am again trying to gather my thoughts into words and seemingly coherent sentences, trying to somehow make something sensible out of nothing sensible at all. Okay, I’m back to old-fashioned rambling. More importantly, I’m back.

But the question begs: where have I gone to? In order for someone to make a comeback, he must have gone somewhere other than his current place. Actually, I haven’t wandered really far. I have been religiously checking out some other blogs, while waiting for people to read, re-read and comment on mine. I’ve been an active netizen, but not an active blogger, for one of many complicated reasons.

Let’s just say that at some point, I’ve lost my reason for blogging. Before, it provided me a venue for self-expression and therefore my reason was to vent out and rid myself of unwanted thoughts and whatnots. It has also become a placeholder of special events that I hold dear. And so I pursued blogging with this mindset, not minding the few pebbles and stones I’ve stumbled upon along the way.

Good thing someone created Hansel and Gretel (was it the Grimm Brothers?). I learned that the few pebbles and stones who once were roadblocks were my ticket back to home–to where I came from. It helped me evaluate my current situation and go back to things that mattered the most. I stopped blogging because I lost my reason to do so, and this little retrospect trip down memory lane helped me find my reason. I have once again gained foothold of a reason, this time a different one, thanks to some friends who helped me find what I’ve been looking for.

And so why do I blog? It’s not anymore a matter of release of emotions or an avenue to vent out my anger. I’ve learned–the hard way–that everything I say or do can and will affect many people, even in the minutest of ways. I’ve learned to be cautious of my words and watchful of the things I write, thereby killing my utmost freedom to totally release my sentiments through my blog. That was why I stopped. I felt limited by the self-regulation I imposed on myself in order to care for possibly ruined relationships. If I have done this to you in the past, I am heartily sorry.

And then I thought of starting a private blog. Through this, I’d be able to choose who sees what things at what occasions. The idea seemed very appealing at first, but I remembered saying that “comments and reactions from readers of one’s blog fuels the blogger’s passion to write more”. That happens because in communication, you need two communicators. Even a monologue has an audience. And so if you have limited readers who you’re not even sure reacts all the time will also kill you as a blogger in the long run. You might as well have composed an email and forwarded it to whomever you want.

So the only option left was to go back to how I did things before, but with a different reason. Now, I don’t blog just to express my sentiments over things–mundane as they are–that happen in my life. Now I’ve learned, through the help of some friends, that I blog because of them. I blog because I don’t speak to them that often for them to know what’s been happening with my life lately. I blog because I want them to be updated, because I want them to be in the know. I’ve learned that if I keep my friends in the dark, it won’t do them as much good as saying anything I want tactlessly. It’s bound to ruin my friendship with them, and so I’m taking the long road back home and doing things the hard way–again.

And so I blog because of you, my friends. You’re my friends and I love you all very much, all four hundred plus of you in friendster and hundreds more in real life. If I may have mentioned you in this blog, please bear with me. I’m not the confrontational type who would just say “I Hate You” in person. I have my thoughts, but my thoughts change with your actions. I have my thoughts about people, and those remain as thoughts. I’m nothing but a mere reflection of what you are to me, so whatever things I’ve said about you, it’s nothing but a reciprocation of what you’ve said or done to me. Okay, that seems a little bit reactive, but it’s some “risk” I’m willing to take. So I would like to apologize in advance if ever this big mouth of mine gets in your nerves. Let’s just say I’m just paying you back.

I’m back. And it feels nice. I love my friends so much! Thank God He made friends, otherwise we’re all nothing but zombies roaming the earth. Does God have friends too? He sure as heck has many children, but what about friends?

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