Blue Pencil Chronicles

Brawl gone wrong

JM — Mon, 11 May 2009 08:48:10 +0000

Sam YG: Honey, sagipin mo ‘ko, gusto niya ‘kong rape-in!!!
Friend: Honey wag kang mag-inarte diyan, kinukunan na tayo ni Direk o! O pose!! Project na!!
Franco: Pare tumabi ka dyan, give me that piece of hot Middle-eastern sizzling meat kebab! BRRRR
Tony Tony: Pare he’s not worth it. Andito naman ako, bakit di mo’ko pinapansin?

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Moral Dilemma

JM — Sun, 01 Feb 2009 12:13:43 +0000

The other day a professor randomly asked in class, “Which would you rather be, the constant companion or the great memory?” She’s obviously alluding to relationships. I was perked up to my toes, having just come out of a two-year relationship. I was forced to ask that question to myself, because, truth be told, I still don’t know what I want right now.

Other classmates started answering questions. But I pondered more. What do I reallywant? Due to my recent hurts, I told myself I want to be the constant companion, sticking by the person I love ’til the end, ’cause that’s what I expect of that person as well. But what use is a constant companion when you don’t make great memories anymore, when you’re just bound by your pact to stay together? Hirap no?

In the middle of the conversation, she asked me, “JM, ikaw. Are you gay?” This definitely blew me away, but I quickly retaliated, “Ay ma’am, hindi po.” She gave out a smile, and asked me instead, “Ah, so you’re feminine lang, effeminate?” obviously alluding to some of my mannerisms that could very easily be mistaken as gayish or effeminate. Good thing I was on my toes that day, because I was able to utter out a quick yet witty response, “Ah hindi po, ma’am, taga-Maskom lang po talaga ako,” to which the whole class erupted in laughter.

Totoo naman. Pwede namang hindi ka bading, hindi ka bakla, pero asal-bakla o asal-bading ka. Kaya nga may babaeng bakla eh. Mannerisms lang ‘yan, and I think it’s offending to the gay population to stereotype or box them into those mannerisms. Fluid ang sexuality, at oppressive ang labels.

O diba biglang may critical analysis ng sexuality. Anyway, going back to the question. Naisip ko na isasagot ko, sabi ko, “Ma’am, I’d rather be the great memory, but I’d rather have the constant companion.” Ooooooha meganon. Best of both worlds! Totoo naman. Hahaha.

Ang daya ko daw sabi ni Ma’am.

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Home Invaders

JM — Sun, 01 Feb 2009 04:09:01 +0000

There are squatters in our apartment right now, and even though we know our rights to our home is very much enshrined in the constitution, we’re too frightened of the squatters to let them go.

It started the other night as I was silently working on my bed. The squatter came in, stopped in front of me and stared me in the eye. I froze. I didn’t know what to do, or why the squatter was there in my room. I twitched my eye and the squatter scampered away. I didn’t mind. I was too frozen to react.

And then the squatter started to make weird noises, which disturbed us to no end. It was banging the wall, running up and down the stairs and destroying our generally peaceful atmosphere. I called my housemate and we both decided that we should drive the squatter away. But we both were too afraid of the squatter to do anything about it, so we let it be.

Last night when we arrived home, we found the rest of the squatter’s family by the stairs–two of the children, obviously recently-born, lay on the steps, dead. Yes, two children–DEAD. We got the shock of our lives. We didn’t expect it. It wasn’t the kind of thing we expected to cap a very stressful day.

We had no choice but to clean up the mess. Last night, the parent of the dead children was nowhere to be found. We figured he might have scampered off through the hole at the back of my housemate’s dresser, where we first found him, gnawing on the wooden division, making squeaky sounds, and being the freaking huge 8-inch rat that he is, probably the biggest one I ever saw in my life.

I’m scared. *ninuninuninuninuni*

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Hmmmmm, maybe a wireless security system would help nab the squatter? Naaah, too expensive! LOLz.

Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’ on the River…

JM — Sat, 31 Jan 2009 04:10:05 +0000

Just got back from an interview with Ms. Janette Toral, one of the people at the forefront of promoting and protecting e-commerce in the Philippines. Suffice to say that even though the interview was short, it was very insightful. And essentially, nalaman kong sobrang dami pa ng trabahong kailangan kong gawin. Shet! Argh. Pero kaya ‘toooo!

Tomorrow is my first interview with a lawyer, Sir Butch Dado of TheWarriorLawyer.com. This is a crucial one, since my thesis revolves around this. Let’s hope it turns out well.

Grabe. Alam ko namang magulo ang history ng blogosphere, hindi ko lang narealize na ganun pala talaga kagulo, and maraming nangyaring kailangan pang ungkatin.

On to make history, literally!

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When I finish this thesis, I promise to reward myself, something along the levels of an xbox 360 or a new luxurious watch. Haha. That is, if I have enough money!

On being broke(n hearted)

JM — Fri, 30 Jan 2009 12:00:40 +0000

On Being Broke
I hit an all-time financial low this morning, thanks to the failure of my bank to deliver my atm card on time. I don’t know why I have all these instincts that things will, somehow, go wrong yet I never follow them. I’m intuitive and at the same time stubborn like that. ‘Cause last night I already thought of this possibility. ‘Cause this morning I already thought of texting the branch manager to ask if said card is already there, but didn’t. ‘Cause on the way to the bank I was double-taking myself, deciding if I should go to school instead and drop by the bank at a later time.

I’m such a stubborn little child. I never learn. But thanks to my wise maneuverings, I was able to come up with some cash to get me through the day. Thank God for sending such generous people my way. They will be rewarded eventually. =)

On Being Broken-Hearted
I hate seeing Light Blue Honda City cars nowadays. Not that they remind me of you, but because I’m afraid of what I might see in the dashboard. Will Mario still be there? Or have you taken him out of your car already? I hate to know the answer because whatever it is, I know it’s gonna hurt.

I hate you for having the monopoly of my thoughts. It’s like when I’m not busy with something and have the luxury to ponder my life, you’re the first one that comes to mind. And I know that pushing you back there, to what they call the subconscious, is futile, because one way or another you’d still be able to manifest yourself. You’re Michelle Branch’s Everywhere, Ne-Yo’s Love Song, Lisa Loeb’s Stay.

Napakaikli ng Pag-ibig, ngunit napakahaba ng paglimot…

I long for and dread the day that I’d be over you. Yet there’s no comfort in knowing that it won’t be anytime soon.

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The Stressful Days are Here!

JM — Wed, 28 Jan 2009 15:52:41 +0000

This week, UP Journalism Club, my org in CMC, is celebrating its anniversary week. To lowlives aka members like us, this of course spells stress because we have to come up with and attend activities to make our anniversary week relevant not only to us but to other masscomm students as well.

I just finished ironing my polo for tomorrow’s event, a forum on libel, which I will be hosting. (Come to think of it the last time I ironed my clothes was way back in high school. Jeez! Naalala ko bigla kung gano kahirap mag-plantsa, leche!) I also just came from our poetry night at Maginhawa St., where Alamid also performed! I was giddy excited about them because I love their song, Your Love, so much. I also got a chance to recite Awit ng Pag-Ibig XX, Pablo Neruda’s Love Song # 20 translated in Filipino by Virgilio Almario. When I got to the lines Hindi ko na siya mahal, people started reacting violently, obviously alluding to my recently-concluded relationship (naks, parang event lang. haha). But of course it doesn’t come with a But, for the next lines were ngunit minahal ko siya nang lubusan. Odiba may ganon. Hahaha ang fun, naging stand-up comedy ang poetry reading ko. =P
If you have time tomorrow (yak as if anybody’s reading this :P), please do attend our forum on Libel entitled Suit of Cards: a Forum on Libel. Bigatin lang naman ang mga speakers namin, ano, kaya when I learned na parang talk-show format ang program namin, parang gusto ko biglang maihi. Hahaha. Akala ko parang emcee lang kami dun ni Jen. Host pala talaga. Shux.

Anyway, it will be held at the CMC auditorium from 9am-12nn, then Bonggang Grand Pakain namin right after! Masaya yun! Hehehe. See you there ah? Shet inaatake na naman ako ng MPD ko hahahaha

Thsi week, UPJC Anniv. Next week, THESIS! Haaaay stress, bring it on kahon!

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When I’m already working, I wanna buy one of them Rackmount monitors. Yez, self-indulgent luxuries FTW!

Ikaw ang Mahal Ko

JM — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 08:45:49 +0000

I used to hate Jimmy Bondoc back in the day (naks, parang ang tanda lang). I seriously thought he’s that jologs type of performer, what with his seemingly novelty hits that hit the airwaves (do I hear “I believe” Tagalized version playing in the background?). His most-remembered hit, Let Me Be The One, however, is an exception.

But there’s another Jimmy Bondoc song that I really, really like. The first time I heard this, it made me cry real hard. The message of the song went straight to my heart. Yes, ganun siya kagaling. Ang ganda ng words, ang ganda ng melody. This song was released through the album Sumibol, a collection of songs from Dulaang Sibol, Ateneo’s premier theater organization.IKAW ANG MAHAL KO
Jimmy Bondoc

Ikaw ang mahal ko, hindi ang suot mo
Ikaw ang mahal ko, hindi ang mabibili mo
Hindi ang mga bagay-bagay na bumabalot sa ‘yo

Ang tunay na ikaw sa kaloob-looban mo
Sa kailaliman ng ‘yong pagkatao
Ang ikaw na tunay at totoo
Ikaw ang mahal ko

Ikaw ang mahal ko, pati pangarap mo
Ikaw ang mahal ko, pati mga pagkabigo
Pati ang mga adhikain na tagos sa ‘yong dugo

Ang tunay na ikaw na sa iba’y tinatago
At kaluluwa mong hindi maglalaho
Ang ikaw na ikaw, Aparri mo’t Jolo
Ikaw ang mahal ko

Yes, Kuya Jim may have murdered My Sassy Girl’s theme song for the sake of novelty, pero saludo ako nang bonggang bongga sa kanya dahil sa kantang ‘to. Kaya please naman, kung sinong may mp3, pa-share! Miss na miss ko nang marinig ang kantang ‘to. =)

Haaayyy, how I wish I have one of those nifty MP3 players so I’d get to hear this song over and over again, and be reminded that love does exist.

Stressful!

JM — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 03:41:31 +0000

I’m in CMC right now, trying to help out (”trying” being the operative word, ’cause I’m obviously blogging here) my good friend Elsie iron out the preparations for their org’s anniversary week. We just came from a sleepover at Jali’s place in Antipolo, where we tried to do our respective theses (again, “tried” being the operative word, hehe).

I still don’t know where my thesis is headed. I haven’t even started gathering data for it! Haha. But I promised myself I’ll get something done this week, because the deadline for my first draft is already fast approaching. I dunno, I may be overestimating myself again. I hope not. What I do know is I’m afraid to ask guidance from my thesis adviser, because she’s scary like that.

I missed hanging out here at Maskom. I don’t go here that often because I don’t have classes here anymore. It’s kinda disorienting how there are a lot of new faces around (again, how many times do I have to notice that?). But CMC is still CMC, and it’s still a second home to me.

Zone out! I’ma try to help Elsie forealz na. Hahaha so hiphop di bagay.

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This post is all about change

JM — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 14:49:51 +0000

I’ve started jogging a few weeks back. Somehow, I realized, I need to take care of myself. Too many people have told me that I was fatter than the last time they saw me. I decided it was time to do something about my sordid situation. And so I started jogging. It felt really good, finally being able to pamper and think of myself, for a change. Jogging provides endorphins, which makes me really happy (yeah, I know, it’s my natural drug). I haven’t felt more relieved or happy in a while. Finally, I’m feeling good about myself again. I tend to forget myself sometimes, but not anymore.

Consecutively, I’ve also started my no-rice diet. For several years I’ve been used with it, but I decided it’s contributing too much to my weight but too little to my well-being. It’s been three weeks. I figured I can live my life perfectly well without it.

I also dumped soft drinks. I thought I couldn’t live without it, but now I realize I could. I only drink water or fruit juices now. It’s a big change, but I like it, it makes me feel good about myself.

More significant changes in my life are coming, including an admin job search and soul-searching for my future.

This is all too new for me.

I get by with a little help from my friends

JM — Sat, 20 Dec 2008 04:04:39 +0000

I don’t think there’s any better way to cap my last school year in college than spending it with bestest friends doing practically anything that catches our fancy. We don’t care if we look like fools sitting on the pavement just to be able to catch the best view of the lantern parade. We don’t care if we appear annoying laughing boisterously at a local pizza place because we’re having too much fun. We don’t care if we’re ruining the atmosphere down at lover’s lane by our sintunado songs and laugh-out-loud commentaries about the fireworks.

Sa wakas! Nakumpleto rin tayong tatlo =)

We don’t care. When you’re with friends, the last thing you could think about is caring about what other people would say. And thanks to these two friends who have stuck with me all throughout, I was able to weather any storm that passed by this year. I don’t think I’d be able to survive this hell year without them.

IA and Elsie (and Mekkuky AI! Haha), thanks for time very well spent last Wednesday. It was my first time to lie in the track oval grass at night and stargaze (never mind that we were all suffering from sore throats and that a throbbing headache was killing me). I think we all killed the romantic mood that night, what with all our videoke moments (Your Universe? Disconnection Notice? Disturbia? And the killer of all: Before I Let You go! Hahaha. Daig pa ang diet pills, nakakalokang diet!). I also enjoyed doing live reporting about the fireworks, dahil sabi nga ni IA, just in case pag-report-in siya tungkol sa fireworks, at least handa sya. Hahaha. I laugh my hardest when I’m with the two of you. Thanks, thanks, my dearies. You will forever be treasured.

Thanks for a rocking 2008. On to a more fruitful (lovelife) year ahead!

About the pic: taken by AI, IA’s sister, while we were stargazing and fireworks-commentating at the Track Oval. We ahd this theory that bad luck revolves around the three of us: one is always devastated, one is just stable, one is super happy. We were never really all happy at the same time. This is a first. =)