BEFORE, I’M LIKE A mannequin – I walk with no tiredness, my emotions are stiff, my sentiments are as hard as marble. My eyes are blunt; my heart feels no beating except the rhythmic pattern of breathing for the sake of existing. These are the days when people used to reckon me as a Superhuman…
Those days are gone, I presume. Yet, this has nothing to do with my bad experiences, which I wrote in my article “Vomiting”; it’s different.
The essence of lending clothes
WHEN I LEND MY clothes, it’s because I want that person to experience the same glamour that these clothes bring to the wearer.
Regaining ten pounds
YESTERDAY, I SLEPT FOR a couple of hours after eating my post work-out meal. Then, I woke up, ate my lunch, took a bath, and had my appointment with Pamela and Mitz (the incoming EIC and ME of the Pioneer respectively). Mitz treated us in McDonald’s so I ate again, of course…
After finishing the agenda of our meeting, it rained so hard as if the raindrops were daggers striking on the rooftop. I struggled in the rain without an umbrella. I passed by the Carmelite Monastery. I’ve hesitated to go down because of the unfair weather; however, I felt like Someone was calling me in that old building – a voice that I’ve never heard for the past few weeks of my life…
After finishing the agenda of our meeting, it rained so hard as if the raindrops were daggers striking on the rooftop. I struggled in the rain without an umbrella. I passed by the Carmelite Monastery. I’ve hesitated to go down because of the unfair weather; however, I felt like Someone was calling me in that old building – a voice that I’ve never heard for the past few weeks of my life…
Bringing back not the missing burger in my orifice…
THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING! I checked my weight this morning after working out – the scale says I’m 120 lbs.
How could that be? It’s astonishing!
Before, I weighed 130 lbs after getting stressed by my workloads for thesis and The Pioneer. Now, I lost another 10 lbs for a rationale I can’t explain! Is this a sequel of my nightmare or a side-effect of my recent emotional breakdown, which I still can’t tell if I’ve already recovered from it or not?
How could that be? It’s astonishing!
Before, I weighed 130 lbs after getting stressed by my workloads for thesis and The Pioneer. Now, I lost another 10 lbs for a rationale I can’t explain! Is this a sequel of my nightmare or a side-effect of my recent emotional breakdown, which I still can’t tell if I’ve already recovered from it or not?
The fortuneteller’s failure keeps on destructing me…
I'LL NEVER FORGET THE day when even the soothsayer failed to foretell the harm you might bring...
I still don't know you -- I don't know the family where you come from, the secrets you are concealing and the hidden agendas you are planning for...
I still don't know you -- I don't know the family where you come from, the secrets you are concealing and the hidden agendas you are planning for...
What an “ideal person” is?
ABRUPTLY, CARREN SENT ME a text message, asking me what an ideal woman should be. At first, I told her, “maputi, black hair, mahabang buhok, medyo boyish pero maarte at mahilig magpowder…” (Very ironic)
The day I tried to be simple and went to a soothsayer in “Apu”
“MADAMING BABAENG MAY GUSTO sa’yo. Yung isa, hinihintay ka niya ang tagal na. Mahal na mahal ka niya at handa siyang maghintay sa’yo ng matagal. Mabait siya pero medyo naiinis lang siya sa’yo pero ewan ko kung bakit…”
I went to a soothsayer in “Apu” for the first time. It was for some reasons I can’t debouch but these are the clear-cut words that she told me as I recall.
I went to a soothsayer in “Apu” for the first time. It was for some reasons I can’t debouch but these are the clear-cut words that she told me as I recall.
The fate of the two guys in the planet of the “Hypercriticals”
I SHALL REVEAL A secret: There are two guys who happen to feel comfortable with each other. They call themselves “FC” (A colloquial Filipino term for “Feeling close” – which means they feel at ease with each other even though they still don’t know each other so well).
Some people say their features have some resemblance; yet others disagree…
Some people say their features have some resemblance; yet others disagree…
Stranded
IT WAS RAINING HEAVILY. April’s gradation party took place in Florida – a very far-flung land from the City of San Fernando…
Mitch, Apple and I attended the celebration at April’s house.
For certain reasons our arrival to Florida, as well as our departure from the area, was delayed. However, we were never stranded.
Mitch, Apple and I attended the celebration at April’s house.
For certain reasons our arrival to Florida, as well as our departure from the area, was delayed. However, we were never stranded.
The rainy year for the Dragons
CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL GRADUATES this year. Most of us are born in 1988 – the year of the dragon. They say we are very fortunate…
Do you believe in that?
****
This year, the College of Nursing in AUF, the university where I am studying and soon to be graduating (tomorrow), has the biggest number of graduates. Proudly speaking, lesser students were demoted and kicked out from the college compared to former years.
Do you believe in that?
****
This year, the College of Nursing in AUF, the university where I am studying and soon to be graduating (tomorrow), has the biggest number of graduates. Proudly speaking, lesser students were demoted and kicked out from the college compared to former years.
The best weapons against pride
TRY TO BE SWEET and kindhearted – doing so will make even pride itself to bow down on his knees, asking for forgiveness.
The catastrophe after the lightning
IT WAS A RASPING thunder that came after the sound of the exploding fuse in our computer’s adaptor – We were all flabbergasted!
The sun was scorching an hour ago. Afterwards, the rain began falling gently like droplets of water, splattering upon the plants.
Dette, my sister, turned on the desktop computer because she needed to text her friend, who will go with her in the baptism of the child of one of their office mates, with Chika. Even before the operating system of the computer has utterly started, the computer abruptly shut down.
The sun was scorching an hour ago. Afterwards, the rain began falling gently like droplets of water, splattering upon the plants.
Dette, my sister, turned on the desktop computer because she needed to text her friend, who will go with her in the baptism of the child of one of their office mates, with Chika. Even before the operating system of the computer has utterly started, the computer abruptly shut down.
A text message from Carren Bondoc
I AM IMPRESSED BY Carren’s message; however, I don’t know if she’s the one who made it or not… Here it is:
****
My name is Gossip. I have no respect for justice. I maim without killing. I break hearts and ruin lives. The more I am quoted, the more I am believed.
My victims are helpless. They cannot protect themselves against me because I have no name and no face.
****
My name is Gossip. I have no respect for justice. I maim without killing. I break hearts and ruin lives. The more I am quoted, the more I am believed.
My victims are helpless. They cannot protect themselves against me because I have no name and no face.
Two ladies, one face
WITH THE CHILD-LIKE EXPRESSION on her face, she said, “Mahirap lang po kami.”
Then, she smiled…
One afternoon when I ushered for the play titled “The Fantasticks”, I’ll always recall how that child-like girl answered to me when I offered her the souvenir programs for fifty pesos.
I used to abhor her for the aura she had been exuding. That day, however, I realized she poles apart. Perhaps, she’s not the stern-looking version who I’ve used to pass by with along the corridors. She looks very eleemosynary. (Or perhaps, I’m just misinterpreting the other one…)
Then, she smiled…
One afternoon when I ushered for the play titled “The Fantasticks”, I’ll always recall how that child-like girl answered to me when I offered her the souvenir programs for fifty pesos.
I used to abhor her for the aura she had been exuding. That day, however, I realized she poles apart. Perhaps, she’s not the stern-looking version who I’ve used to pass by with along the corridors. She looks very eleemosynary. (Or perhaps, I’m just misinterpreting the other one…)
My proxy parents and new nick name; my polo and contact lenses
MY MOTHER DECIDED NOT to attend to the Vaya con Dios since she supposes that attendance would only become a must if there’s an awarding ceremony involved....
So, Robert just attended with his friend who is his classmate in college and in high school – Christof.
So, Robert just attended with his friend who is his classmate in college and in high school – Christof.
The intriguing Photojournalism Magazine!
YESTERDAY, TIM TOLD ME, “Nasaan ang magazine natin sa photojourn?
I answered, “Ewan. Bakit, napass na ba?”
He said, “Oo! Gusto kong makita! Ang ganda-ganda nga daw eh! Si Ma’am Virgie naimpressed! Proud nga daw siya, sabi niya!”
I said, “Ah… okay.” Then I smiled in ignorance…
I answered, “Ewan. Bakit, napass na ba?”
He said, “Oo! Gusto kong makita! Ang ganda-ganda nga daw eh! Si Ma’am Virgie naimpressed! Proud nga daw siya, sabi niya!”
I said, “Ah… okay.” Then I smiled in ignorance…
A feeling I can’t hide…
I’VE BEEN TRYING TO hide this feeling; however, I can’t! I must say this, or else, I might burst…
Whew! I’m exhausted! I just got home this evening and my mind is bemused!
Whew! I’m exhausted! I just got home this evening and my mind is bemused!
Vomiting: My peculiar sentiment was like my sickness yesterday…
IT WAS LIKE A FIERY million-degrees Celsius body temperature mixed with uneasy feelings all over my body – I thought I would die….
“I am not capable of loving,” I always say, especially when the topic falls under romantic love. I suppose not everyone in this world needs someone to share his sentiments with. Not everyone likes to see a text message in his cell phone asking, “Kumain ka na?” or “What ginagawa mo?” and the like…
As well, I never believed that I should give too much concern for others. I love the word “I” more than “you” and “us”. I love to cosset my self – purchase my needs, follow my desires, and do what I have to in order to live. The best person to love is, of course, my self. I seldom get emotionally attached with people.
“I am not capable of loving,” I always say, especially when the topic falls under romantic love. I suppose not everyone in this world needs someone to share his sentiments with. Not everyone likes to see a text message in his cell phone asking, “Kumain ka na?” or “What ginagawa mo?” and the like…
As well, I never believed that I should give too much concern for others. I love the word “I” more than “you” and “us”. I love to cosset my self – purchase my needs, follow my desires, and do what I have to in order to live. The best person to love is, of course, my self. I seldom get emotionally attached with people.
Password-protected
What secrets do you conceal in your account at friendster.com?
OBSTINATELY SPEAKING, WHEN WE try to open others’ account on the internet, we get blocked by the “incorrect password-sign” flashing on the monitor. But is it really wrong to be naughty at times if it is fulfilling to learn how others “utilize” their account in the on-line social sites like friendster.com? On the optimistic view of it, perhaps, the discovery would be worth the feistiness….
OBSTINATELY SPEAKING, WHEN WE try to open others’ account on the internet, we get blocked by the “incorrect password-sign” flashing on the monitor. But is it really wrong to be naughty at times if it is fulfilling to learn how others “utilize” their account in the on-line social sites like friendster.com? On the optimistic view of it, perhaps, the discovery would be worth the feistiness….
The lesbian and the “policewoman”
“If she were a thief, she would have fallen for the policewoman who shot her…”
SLOWLY, THEIR LIPS TUSSLE. Being consumed by the fire in their bodies, they nuzzle, snuggle ‘till they unclad. They succumb to the bed with skin next to each other, finding nirvana on Earth amid all the worldly confusions. But they are both women in silky hair and sexy lingerie, and they’ve had a story that has been untold…
There was one afternoon in Nepo Mall when a brunette-haired woman knelt down, and then entangled the extricated shoelace of a lady. The latter was about a year younger than her, hair was black and spliced like a Chinese star on TV, wearing Chuck Taylor’s, and having a powdered-white face with astounding features. The former also offered her hanky to the beautiful lady when sauce smeared upon her chops while eating fish ball. Then, she coddled her while fixing her ruined hair.
SLOWLY, THEIR LIPS TUSSLE. Being consumed by the fire in their bodies, they nuzzle, snuggle ‘till they unclad. They succumb to the bed with skin next to each other, finding nirvana on Earth amid all the worldly confusions. But they are both women in silky hair and sexy lingerie, and they’ve had a story that has been untold…
There was one afternoon in Nepo Mall when a brunette-haired woman knelt down, and then entangled the extricated shoelace of a lady. The latter was about a year younger than her, hair was black and spliced like a Chinese star on TV, wearing Chuck Taylor’s, and having a powdered-white face with astounding features. The former also offered her hanky to the beautiful lady when sauce smeared upon her chops while eating fish ball. Then, she coddled her while fixing her ruined hair.
When walls DON’T become alive…
“I unlocked a secret door...Would you believe that I saw the living walls?” – Al Christopher Mendoza in “When walls become alive…”
MY STORY ABOUT THE walls becoming alive pertains to this thought:
Gossiping is truly an inevitable human phenomenon. When they say, “It is just between you, me and the walls,” be careful, because with one slip, your secret shall remain secret only in your memory. When you open the door of trust, beware of whom you share the key with, because the walls might steal it when they become alive! Or who knows? The ones you trust might be the living walls themselves...
MY STORY ABOUT THE walls becoming alive pertains to this thought:
Gossiping is truly an inevitable human phenomenon. When they say, “It is just between you, me and the walls,” be careful, because with one slip, your secret shall remain secret only in your memory. When you open the door of trust, beware of whom you share the key with, because the walls might steal it when they become alive! Or who knows? The ones you trust might be the living walls themselves...
Pit bull Confessions
CANDIDLY, I CONFESS THAT I heard there’s an honest politician who hired a lawyer to help him deal with politics. The former, however, is unaware of this purulent veracity: His lawyer is corrupt. People already tried to topple his administration because of his lawyer; still, they failed. The admin is unflinching.
I, conversely, confess too that I know a smartalec professor who plays favoritism in class. He chooses his pet and prefers those who give him presents (”expected-surprise gifts” that would make him smirk). However, one of his student-pets is a backstabber – when the professor is out, the student becomes a dog, biting its master’s pillow. Also, the student never timely submits projects and asks the professor to extend the deadline. The professor can’t oppose.
I, conversely, confess too that I know a smartalec professor who plays favoritism in class. He chooses his pet and prefers those who give him presents (”expected-surprise gifts” that would make him smirk). However, one of his student-pets is a backstabber – when the professor is out, the student becomes a dog, biting its master’s pillow. Also, the student never timely submits projects and asks the professor to extend the deadline. The professor can’t oppose.
Somewhere in the Mind
“To balance a message with views of thy self, and place it on a scale in the mind…”
IT IS EXACTLY 10AM. You’ve been waiting more than an hour for a seminar that was supposed to begin at 8. Then the first speaker comes. He is wearing an odd coat made up of tweeds and tattered wools. He begins speaking… then he finishes his talk with the statement, “Students today don’t know how to think, read, and write!” Would you agree with him? Come to think of it…
If there is one universal truth in the world, that is, people judge the messages they receive. How do I know? Social Judgment Theory tells me so. Once people receive messages, they weigh its content based on their own opinion. If their opinion is the opposite of the message, it falls in the Latitude of Rejection. Meanwhile, if their opinion shares the same views of the message, it falls under Latitude of Acceptance. Or what if they don’t bother to care? Well, that would fall under the Latitude of Non-Commitment, or the Neutral Latitude.
IT IS EXACTLY 10AM. You’ve been waiting more than an hour for a seminar that was supposed to begin at 8. Then the first speaker comes. He is wearing an odd coat made up of tweeds and tattered wools. He begins speaking… then he finishes his talk with the statement, “Students today don’t know how to think, read, and write!” Would you agree with him? Come to think of it…
If there is one universal truth in the world, that is, people judge the messages they receive. How do I know? Social Judgment Theory tells me so. Once people receive messages, they weigh its content based on their own opinion. If their opinion is the opposite of the message, it falls in the Latitude of Rejection. Meanwhile, if their opinion shares the same views of the message, it falls under Latitude of Acceptance. Or what if they don’t bother to care? Well, that would fall under the Latitude of Non-Commitment, or the Neutral Latitude.
Dewdrops what?
A FRIEND OF MINE sent me a text message. He said, “Dewdrops yung cologne mo no” (Please don’t notice the punctuation errors since it’s just a text message).
I replied, “Sino, ako?”
He said, “Naamoy ko kasi sa polo mo.”
I contradicted. I don’t use cologne; I use perfume.
I remember I lent this friend my polo. However, as far as I know, that polo had already been hand-washed. So, I conjectured that he might have been doubting my honesty that it had been washed before I lent it to him. I asked him but he denied.
I replied, “Sino, ako?”
He said, “Naamoy ko kasi sa polo mo.”
I contradicted. I don’t use cologne; I use perfume.
I remember I lent this friend my polo. However, as far as I know, that polo had already been hand-washed. So, I conjectured that he might have been doubting my honesty that it had been washed before I lent it to him. I asked him but he denied.
The debut
GOOD LUCK TO THE person who shall carry my semi-formal polo adorned with blue stripes and unique contour of a uniquely designed frontal pocket.
Just be careful – one of its buttons, near the mid-section, is “drooping”…
Just be careful – one of its buttons, near the mid-section, is “drooping”…
Lending my clothes…
I DON’T LEND MY clothes to anyone. Today, however, I did. Perhaps, it’s because the borrower is someone I reckon as my closest bother…
Academic stress
AFTER THE LONG SUFFERING, after languishing the heat I encounter along the road, after of traversing from one building to another, after printing multitudinous copies of my documents, after revising and revising over and over again, finally…
I’m close to passing my thesis writing subject.
I’m close to passing my thesis writing subject.
From April and Mitch
(Picture to follow because of hectic schedule)
THIS WAS THE GIFT I received for my 21st birthday from April and Mitch. They handed it to me last night.
THIS WAS THE GIFT I received for my 21st birthday from April and Mitch. They handed it to me last night.
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