Monday, November 12, 2007
Pagbabago. Maganda yan.
Sa 'di inaasahang pagkakataon. Kinailangan kong lumipat ng BLOG site dahil nagkaroon ng slight 'security issues' ako sa luma kong lungga. Sarili ko rin namang katangahan. Pero gaya ng lagi kong sinasabi: Maganda ang pagbabago. Ang lahat ng blog's na nai-post ko doon, dadalhin ko pa rin dito. Bakit? Kasi sayang. Hindi na maibabalik yung naramdaman kong tuwa, inis, lungkot at kung ano ano pa habang sinusulat ko ang mga iyon, kaya kelangan ko silang buhayin, dito sa bago kong bahay. Salamat ng marami Wordpress.com at ako'y iyong kinukupkop.
Put*ngina, blogger.com nga pala toh. Hehehe...
Ok, game! Simulan na ang paghahasik ng lagim!
P R I S O N couch Season 3 (blog file-11)
Saturday, November 03, 2007
PRISON BREAK SEASON 3 didn't dissapoint me not a single episode. Its definitely way better than season 2. Michael Scofield, T-Bag and Belick are back in prison, or should I say - back to hell with ex-FBI agent Alex Mahone trying to ride with the escape plan that Michael Scofield has in play with the help of mystery character "The Whistler". Lincoln Burrows and Sucre is now on the other side of the fence trying to help Scofield execute their escape. I watched 10 episodes of Season 3 in a matter of 4 hours. Good times! Hahah... 
BABAY NA... (blog file-10)
January of 2006
Yesterday has got to be on top of my "Sentimental Days list". I parted with my 2 month old apartment near DLSU-Taft. It was time to go home. I was never meant to stay in that place. My good 'ol Dad wants me back to keep a watchful eye on my two younger sisters. Lumalaki na raw sila ng walang kuya. Geesh. I never knew I was that important. ME? Being a role model for the youth. What's next? Sam Milby going ugly and getting dumped by girls my age?!
Ok. I must take this separation positively. I must always remember that there are certain things in life that can't be your's permanently. Nothing is. Nothing ever will. Everything in this world has a certain time limit. A pencil, your menstrual period, my PS2's warranty, my dog's life...everything has a 'period' at the end of every story. Normally, I part wth material things with ease. No pain. No tears. No regrets.
But as I picture myself not being there in my apartment for the next few months is like The great Ernie Baron not being with TV Patrol. Its surreal. That pad became a fixture in my everyday life. It became ME.
Here are several reasons why I will miss that pad badly:
1. For two months, I had peace of mind. No little sisters making silly noises that only she and her imaginary friend can understand. No unsolicited advices from elders. No family members trying to use your personal stuff. You can't buy that shit anywhere else.
2. I felt 3 years older. Its like I know how to do everything and anything under the sun.
3. I became a savant in doing household chores. Pwede na ko mag-apply as YAYA.
4. Me an my hommies use that as our 'tambayan' when we go home early from work. We (apat) congest ourselves in my queen size bed and sleep there for about 3 hours tapus naming magbalbunan sa Need for Speed: Most Wanted.
5. I can honestly say: that house never became a 'fuck house'. Swear.
6. 53 steps aways from that house is the best '24 hr Bulalohan' in the archipelago. FOOTSILOG!!! huhuhuhuhu!!
7. My utility bills (water and power combined) never reached the 300 peso mark- every month. To think that I play PS2 7 hours a day, with the fan on, and I have my own water tank that pumps up water 3 times a week.
8. My neighbors. I never had the chance to mingle with them, but the noise they create every morning, when I am just about to sleep will surely be missed. No. Really.
9. The convenience. Imagine living 10 minutes away from your office. Its not just cool-its superscintillatingsensational!
10. Lastly, the beautiful people (ok..GIRLS) that I often see walking down the streets when I come home from work or from somewhere else. What can I do? I live 10 steps away from St.Scholastica, CSB and one minute away from DLSU.
Moving out of the house wasn't that difficult. My hommie PJ helped me big time. Nagdala siya ng CRV para magkasya lahat ng gamit kong mistulang basura. I owe him lunch for that. When I got home, and fixed my things back to my new room. I felt a sudden chill down my spine. Parang natutuwa ako na nalulungkot.
But when I went to the fridge to check out what's happening...wala. Parang gusto ko tuloy lumayas ulit. But for some reason, there's a lonely 'footlong' na nakaistambay sa dining table. Walang gumagalaw. Hindi pa naman inaamag or something. Whew! Sinong nagsabing mami-miss ko pad ko!?
Hehehe!
Yesterday has got to be on top of my "Sentimental Days list". I parted with my 2 month old apartment near DLSU-Taft. It was time to go home. I was never meant to stay in that place. My good 'ol Dad wants me back to keep a watchful eye on my two younger sisters. Lumalaki na raw sila ng walang kuya. Geesh. I never knew I was that important. ME? Being a role model for the youth. What's next? Sam Milby going ugly and getting dumped by girls my age?!
Ok. I must take this separation positively. I must always remember that there are certain things in life that can't be your's permanently. Nothing is. Nothing ever will. Everything in this world has a certain time limit. A pencil, your menstrual period, my PS2's warranty, my dog's life...everything has a 'period' at the end of every story. Normally, I part wth material things with ease. No pain. No tears. No regrets.
But as I picture myself not being there in my apartment for the next few months is like The great Ernie Baron not being with TV Patrol. Its surreal. That pad became a fixture in my everyday life. It became ME.
Here are several reasons why I will miss that pad badly:
1. For two months, I had peace of mind. No little sisters making silly noises that only she and her imaginary friend can understand. No unsolicited advices from elders. No family members trying to use your personal stuff. You can't buy that shit anywhere else.
2. I felt 3 years older. Its like I know how to do everything and anything under the sun.
3. I became a savant in doing household chores. Pwede na ko mag-apply as YAYA.
4. Me an my hommies use that as our 'tambayan' when we go home early from work. We (apat) congest ourselves in my queen size bed and sleep there for about 3 hours tapus naming magbalbunan sa Need for Speed: Most Wanted.
5. I can honestly say: that house never became a 'fuck house'. Swear.
6. 53 steps aways from that house is the best '24 hr Bulalohan' in the archipelago. FOOTSILOG!!! huhuhuhuhu!!
7. My utility bills (water and power combined) never reached the 300 peso mark- every month. To think that I play PS2 7 hours a day, with the fan on, and I have my own water tank that pumps up water 3 times a week.
8. My neighbors. I never had the chance to mingle with them, but the noise they create every morning, when I am just about to sleep will surely be missed. No. Really.
9. The convenience. Imagine living 10 minutes away from your office. Its not just cool-its superscintillatingsensational!
10. Lastly, the beautiful people (ok..GIRLS) that I often see walking down the streets when I come home from work or from somewhere else. What can I do? I live 10 steps away from St.Scholastica, CSB and one minute away from DLSU.
Moving out of the house wasn't that difficult. My hommie PJ helped me big time. Nagdala siya ng CRV para magkasya lahat ng gamit kong mistulang basura. I owe him lunch for that. When I got home, and fixed my things back to my new room. I felt a sudden chill down my spine. Parang natutuwa ako na nalulungkot.
But when I went to the fridge to check out what's happening...wala. Parang gusto ko tuloy lumayas ulit. But for some reason, there's a lonely 'footlong' na nakaistambay sa dining table. Walang gumagalaw. Hindi pa naman inaamag or something. Whew! Sinong nagsabing mami-miss ko pad ko!?
Hehehe!
INFORMATION HIGHWAY (blog file-9)
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Matagal ko na gustong gawin toh. Nung high-school, nung college, nung nagta-trabaho na ko...lagi kong iniisip, sana may listahan ako ng mga lugar na napuntahan ko. Lahat ng malls, restaurant, tindahan, grocery, hospital, bar, club, parke, motel, hotel, beach, apartment, probinsya at kung saan-saan pa. Pero sa dami ng lugar na napuntahan ko, hindi ko maalala lahat at ang mga pangalan nila...pati siguro yung dahilan at pagkakataon ng pagpunta ko doon. Pero susubukan ko ngayon.
In any order, walang ranking whatsoever. Kung ano lang unang pumasok sa isip ko, dire-derecho lang ang type.
Put*angina tama na satsat! Game.
luneta, manila zoo, harrison plaza, SM (manila, san lazaro, north edsa, megamall, fairview, carriedo, malolos), trinoma, mall of asia, Robinson's (ermita, galleria), powerplant, starmall, tutuban mall, divisoria mall, 168, juan luna mall, star city, boom na boom, enchanted kingdom, grace park bus terminal, cubao bus terminal, walmart, south supermarket, isetann recto, plaza fair, quiapo church, baclaran church, meycauayan church, sta.cruz church, blumentritt parochial, metropolitan hospital, infant jesus hospital, pgh, manila doctors hospital, ymca, army-navy club, harbor square, quirino grandstand, boardwalk, baywalk, padi's point, dematisse, arkadia, The Library, temple bar, pier one, gloria maris, goto king, starbucks, gloria jeans, greenhills shopping center, laguna, tagaytay, batangas, mindoro, cagayan, tuguegarao, callao cave, sky palace, tagaytay zoo, malabon zoo, jollibee, mcdo, greenwich, chowking, delifrance, french baker, sbarro's, pizza hut, yellow cab, karate kid, wendys, burgoo, chef d' angelo, reyes barbecue, tropical hut, bangus, kalye ni juan, dencio's, gerry's grill, dunkin donuts, mister donuts, gonuts donuts, krispy kreme, kfc, ever gotesco mall, feu-main/fairview, ust, up, dlsu-taft/greenhills, gateway mall, sogo hotel, victoria court, hotel paradis, citystate hotel, manila hotel, kimberly hotel, chinese general hospital, arlington memorial park, north funeral park, cartimar, araneta coliseum, rcbc plaza, people support, convergys one, insular plaza, SSS-makati/binondo, gspot...
Sh*t ang hirap pala nito...
More or less lahat nasabi ko na. Yung mga nakalimutan ko, malamang katibayan lang yun na tao lamang ako at hindi Pentium 4. Ano bang napala ko sa ginawa kong toh?...
Flashes of memories. Reminscing the good and the bad times in less han 30 minutes. Expressway pabalik. Pero ang pinaka-importante sa lahat...naalala ko lahat at nakakatuwang isipin na lahat ng mga lugar na yan, magarbo man o jologs, maliit man o malaki, malayo man o malapit...naging 'background' ng buhay ko. ha!
Taena sakit sa ulo... lol.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Having the day-off means having more TV time for me...and since I dont really 'watch' TV, I just surf until sleep knocks on my door, i stumbled on the Maury Povich show, and he is doing the same topic he always does: Who's the Baby's Daddy? The guy on stage is proven to not be the father, the girl runs off crying, Maury goes to console her - y'all know the script.
But while Maury was talking to her, his envelope that (allegedly) has the paternity test results in it was flipped over to where you could read the paper that's SUPPOSED to be the DNA test.
Turns out it's not even test results; it's a plain piece of paper that says 'When it comes to 5-month-old Johnny Jr … Johnny … You are NOT the father!'
Putang*na buong akala ko ang binabasa talaga ni Maury eh yung actual test results galing sa laboratory! Nagbabasa lang pala ang hinayupak ng script na nakasulat sa flash cards! Aaaarrrgggh!!!
Having the day-off means having more TV time for me...and since I dont really 'watch' TV, I just surf until sleep knocks on my door, i stumbled on the Maury Povich show, and he is doing the same topic he always does: Who's the Baby's Daddy? The guy on stage is proven to not be the father, the girl runs off crying, Maury goes to console her - y'all know the script.
But while Maury was talking to her, his envelope that (allegedly) has the paternity test results in it was flipped over to where you could read the paper that's SUPPOSED to be the DNA test.
Turns out it's not even test results; it's a plain piece of paper that says 'When it comes to 5-month-old Johnny Jr … Johnny … You are NOT the father!'
Putang*na buong akala ko ang binabasa talaga ni Maury eh yung actual test results galing sa laboratory! Nagbabasa lang pala ang hinayupak ng script na nakasulat sa flash cards! Aaaarrrgggh!!!
P A T I N G (blog file-8)
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Ok, makinig kayong mabuti.
Alam ko random lang toh. Bigla lang pumasok sa kokote ko. But this is really important. 95% of the time, hindi ito narerealize ng tao.
Nasa pantry ako ng opisina. Kumakain ng spaghetti at Chicken Joy(Oo, masarap ang manok sa Jollibee!) bago pumasok sa floor atmaghanap-buhay. Nagkataon ang palabas sa TV eh tungkol sa mga hayop.Discovery channel. Tungkol sa mga SHARK ATTACKS sa CALIFORNIA.
Ipinakita dun ang bangis ng mga pating, lalu na sa mga taong nagsu-surf, deep dive at kung ano man maisipan nilang gawin sa gitna ngdagat. Nakaka-amoy ang pating ng isang patak ng dugo kahit 3 milya anglayo. Madalas din pagkamalang 'seal' ang mga surfers - dahil kung ikawang pating at titingala ka sa surfer na nagpa-paddle, korteng 'seal'ang iyong makikita at tiyak magdidilim din ang paningin mo.
Ang isang bagay lang na pumasok sa isip ko... Tama ba talagang SHARK ATTACK ang tawag dun?? Kasi ang TAO san ba namumuhay?...sa LUPA. Ang PATING san namumuhay?...sa DAGAT.
Sino ang trespassing? TAO. 
So in theory, sino ang UMATAKE? yung TAO.
Sino ang nagtanggol lang ng teritoryo? yung pating.
Masasabi lang nating UMATAKE ang isang pating kung: Nasabahay ka, sa sala...nanunuod ng paborito mong telenovela, at biglangmay pumasok na pating sa bahay mo at nilamon ka ng buhay. Yun ang SHARKATTACK.
Makes sense right? Im doin' the Lord's worth here. Hehehe...
Prime S U S PE C T (blog file-7)
Sunday, August 05, 2007
For a moment, I thought everything was fine. I was about to pay our rent for July. 7k in check plus 2k cash. Naitabi ko na yung pera sa mini-desk ko beside my bed. Nakapaloob sa check yung dalawang 2,000 peso bill. Nung kinuha ko na sa mesa ko.
Kulang ng 1k yung pera.
Hinanap ko sa ilalim ng kama, sa mesa...sa mga drawer...sa ilalim ng kumot...baka naka-ipit sa mga libro...wala. Pero im not even supposed to look for it. BECAUSE I am 145% sure, I put it in my lil can of receipts and payslips sitting comfortably on my bedside desk just 24 hours ago. There's no way in hell ITS SOMEWHERE ELSE because that's my room and anything in there are my personal stuff.
Unless someone took it.
Just a week ago, my 2-yr old niece stayed in our house, parang bakasyon...kasi technically, sa bahay ng mom ko siya nakatira sa Rizal. But she's here and she has grown up to be a kid. Last time I saw her, she was like a worm who tried to mumble words out of her mouth. She's a very smart girl and cute like 'ehem'...Lahat ng tao sa bagay kinkulit niya. Lahat ng tao kinakausap, ginugulo...and she is my number one suspect as well.
Exhibit A:
My niece loves to draw and write stuff. When she's bored and starts to throw tantrums around the house...just give her a pen and paper, and she'll just shut up and start minding her own business. On the day I found out that the money is gone, I saw her pen and 'mini' sketchpad on my lil desk. So it just makes perfect sense that she put her pen and pad on the desk because her attention was drawn into the 'can' where I keep all my receipts and stuff.
Exhibit B:
Right beside my 'receipt-ful' of can is a small jar that contains coins. Lots of them. Yes, Im weird. On the same day that I found out about the vanished money and the 'pen and pad' on my desk, the small jar full of coins is now placed on a different location. Its sitting on top of my cabinet. Now how the hell did it end up there? I did a lilttle probing...found out that my old man slept in my room that night. My niece entered the room and was probably playing with my dad's nose while sleeping or something...then turned her attention to the the coin-jar (sitting beside the can which contains the money), she was probably playing with it so my dad took the jar and placed it somewhere she cant reach.
Exhibit C:
When I was trying to look for the missing 1k bill all over the house, I saw a kiddie-coin saver sa sala. May laman na barya. Yung mga barya na nasa coin-jar ko. Definitely, its my niece.
So here's the problem: a two-yr old kid doesnt know the value of a 1k bill. Where is it? Did she gave it to her mom?
My dad replenished the 1k bill after I reported the incident to him as soon as I found out about it. He said he'll just replace it so we can pay the rent on time, he added that there's no point in trying to search for the culprit. It was done inside the house. Nobody's going to admit it because they're all scared of what I will do the moment I find out.
So I paid the rent the next morning. Pero nagtataka parin ako kung nasan yung 1k bill. Because in our household, that 1k bill could have gone a long way.
For a moment, I thought everything was fine. I was about to pay our rent for July. 7k in check plus 2k cash. Naitabi ko na yung pera sa mini-desk ko beside my bed. Nakapaloob sa check yung dalawang 2,000 peso bill. Nung kinuha ko na sa mesa ko.
Kulang ng 1k yung pera.
Hinanap ko sa ilalim ng kama, sa mesa...sa mga drawer...sa ilalim ng kumot...baka naka-ipit sa mga libro...wala. Pero im not even supposed to look for it. BECAUSE I am 145% sure, I put it in my lil can of receipts and payslips sitting comfortably on my bedside desk just 24 hours ago. There's no way in hell ITS SOMEWHERE ELSE because that's my room and anything in there are my personal stuff.
Unless someone took it.
Just a week ago, my 2-yr old niece stayed in our house, parang bakasyon...kasi technically, sa bahay ng mom ko siya nakatira sa Rizal. But she's here and she has grown up to be a kid. Last time I saw her, she was like a worm who tried to mumble words out of her mouth. She's a very smart girl and cute like 'ehem'...Lahat ng tao sa bagay kinkulit niya. Lahat ng tao kinakausap, ginugulo...and she is my number one suspect as well.
Exhibit A:
My niece loves to draw and write stuff. When she's bored and starts to throw tantrums around the house...just give her a pen and paper, and she'll just shut up and start minding her own business. On the day I found out that the money is gone, I saw her pen and 'mini' sketchpad on my lil desk. So it just makes perfect sense that she put her pen and pad on the desk because her attention was drawn into the 'can' where I keep all my receipts and stuff.
Exhibit B:
Right beside my 'receipt-ful' of can is a small jar that contains coins. Lots of them. Yes, Im weird. On the same day that I found out about the vanished money and the 'pen and pad' on my desk, the small jar full of coins is now placed on a different location. Its sitting on top of my cabinet. Now how the hell did it end up there? I did a lilttle probing...found out that my old man slept in my room that night. My niece entered the room and was probably playing with my dad's nose while sleeping or something...then turned her attention to the the coin-jar (sitting beside the can which contains the money), she was probably playing with it so my dad took the jar and placed it somewhere she cant reach.
Exhibit C:
When I was trying to look for the missing 1k bill all over the house, I saw a kiddie-coin saver sa sala. May laman na barya. Yung mga barya na nasa coin-jar ko. Definitely, its my niece.
So here's the problem: a two-yr old kid doesnt know the value of a 1k bill. Where is it? Did she gave it to her mom?
My dad replenished the 1k bill after I reported the incident to him as soon as I found out about it. He said he'll just replace it so we can pay the rent on time, he added that there's no point in trying to search for the culprit. It was done inside the house. Nobody's going to admit it because they're all scared of what I will do the moment I find out.
So I paid the rent the next morning. Pero nagtataka parin ako kung nasan yung 1k bill. Because in our household, that 1k bill could have gone a long way.
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