Pagination

Close the curtains now. Goodbye.

2011-11-29T21:32:00.000-08:00

Soo..they say, all things must come to an end. And even though it’s tear-jerking, I have to say goodbye to this blog. I have to put a finale for this because I think this site has served me well for a while. With my tears, dramas, struggles in my college life, enough is enough.

I just turned 26 now and I realized that I’m too old for the dramas I had during the past few years to reconnect with.

I might come up with a brand new one but I’m still dubious. Oh, well. I’m too busy these days.

But, who knows? I missed writing. I haven’t been doing this for months now. My mind and vocabulary are getting eroded already. Hahaha!

Well, 2011 is definitely my year. I’m so flabbergasted with the blessings I received. Good health, a good career, my licensure exam, new friends, loved ones, aaaaanddd..the list is endless. Thank you, Lord.

For those who followed and read my old entries, thank you very much.

Will I make a brand new blog? Maybe.  So long fellas!

Goodbye.

Look at me now. :) I'm gettin' paper..

2011-08-27T10:12:00.000-07:00

It’s almost 5 months since the last time I tried telling my stories in this old blog. Anyway, I’m here to update you with my life and whatnot. As you can see in my previous entry that I was hired as a Filipino teacher in Ateneo de Cebu. After that, there were gazillion things happened.

January, February and March were the laziest and the slowest months for me. I got so hooked watching the TV series FRIENDS and How I met your mother EVERYDAY! With a junkfood beside me, I gained almost 10 pounds. And, everyone noticed my new figure.
After that, there came my Licensure exam for teachers which I took last April. My parents did not support me, I did a self-review of my past lessons through the help of my loving girlfriend.

The tedious board exam finally arrived. 20% of the lessons I reviewed showed up. I couldn’t do anything but to rely on the most difficult sense that I have. Which is what we call “COMMON”. I left the test paper with a giant question mark on my face.

I went on with my life.

I started working with the school. I met new friends and the new teachers were an instant click to me. They are the canniest people I know right now and we share a common peculiarity. We are all combatants. That’s what I’ve noticed.
I attended the whole month orientation at school, I met my new table, new class record, new learnings and new life. Yes. I’m finally ready to work without my license and acceptance of the truth that I’m fat.

After a month, the result of the board exam was finally announced and with my amazement, I passed the test. I’m now a licensed professional teacher.
I could still remember the first morning during the time I just knew that I made it, waking up was the sweetest thing to do early in the morning. I felt that everything that I would say has an authority and power. I didn’t bother to know my rating because I know it was low.

I started working as a real teacher. The school gave me 5 sections this year, two freshies and three sophies.

Being in Ateneo de Cebu was easier compared to the foregoing school that I worked in. Students weren’t callous. They could be offensive at times. (At times means everyday). But, they are manageable. The salary is way better and the benefits are awe-inspiring.

So, I got my license and a great job too. But, how’s my love life?
Hannah and I are getting stronger and stronger everyday. She’s working in an international school as an early education teacher. We don’t see that much anymore but I know we’re working for our own future. I’m already in my quarter life and I really wanted to move forward. I wanna have kids soon.

Another good news: January: 170 pounds. August (now): 155 pounds.  I don’t know the reason for this.

Oh, by the way, I’m handling my own music club at school and it’s called CUERDAS. The kids are tremendous and highly teachable. We had our first presentation earlier for our Buwan ng Wika and they kicked some ass.

Looking back at my life, I’m really indebted to the Lord and to the people who supported me all throughout. I must’ve done something great back in the day that’s why I’m being so blessed with these wonderful favors in life. I’m not getting any younger. My students are 13 to 14-ish. Where was I during that time?

Oh yeah..I was sleeping while my teacher was discussing thoroughly the linear equation. Poor teacher.

HIRED.

2011-03-14T04:34:00.001-07:00

Could I be any more happier?
Thank you, Lord.

I'll be back when my mind works again. See you, kids!

2011-03-10T10:33:00.000-08:00

I died and fought a good fight again.

2010-10-28T01:04:00.000-07:00

College.

June 2002 - August 2004

Then I died for a while.

I came back.

I fought a good fight.

From May 2007 - October 2010

Thanks Mom and Dad.

Who the heck is Simoun?

2010-08-24T21:43:00.000-07:00

Most of us still remember one of the ‘rituals’ that a 4th year High School must study before he put his infantile foot at the stage to receive his diploma. Whether we like it or not, there is a novel that Filipinos must read as an initiation to enter the tertiary level. It’s Jose Rizal’s ‘El Filibusterismo’.

My voyage through learning the ‘political’ sequel of the romantic ‘Noli Me Tangere’ was not etched in my mind. It was one of the subjects where I don’t think should be included in the secondary education curriculum. You know why? Because, first, it’s boring and second, yeah, it’s really boring.

But anyway, I was able to pass the subject and successfully endured everyday to keep myself alive to read those ‘yawn-inducing’ chapters.

I went on my college and decided to take up Secondary Education.

Years passed and I’m off to my last semester in College.

Hooray for me because I would be having my practice teaching in a private school. I didn’t really know what subject I’d be teaching, all I cared about was that I would start wearing different set of uniforms regardless of what subject and year level they would assign to me.

I didn’t attend the first orientation from my supervisor and just let my co-practicumer inform me about my teaching mission.

I received a text message from her informing that I was assigned to teach 4th year High School students. I was so elated because in some way I could easily relate to them. No visual aids, no baby talk, no crappy nursery songs. (Sorry, but I easily blow a fuse to little kids)

After few days, I went to my mentor who happens to be a Filipino teacher in 4th year. She gave me the list of topics that I should teach in my entire practice for a month. After handing me the paper, I look at it only to find out that I would teach ‘El Filibusterismo’. Darn. I just grinned mordantly.

My mind made some detrimental flashbacks during my high school years. I remembered my teacher, classmates and those boring moments while studying the tale of the disguised Chrisostomo Ibarra from Noli me Tangere, who wants himself to be called Simoun in the sequel. I tried to recall my teacher’s teaching strategies. I couldn’t even remember the whole story.

And you know what feared me the most? I don’t wanna see my students do what I did when I was studying the novel. Sleeping.

But I couldn’t do anything, it was a requirement. Requirement, no backing out if you want to pass the subject.

And so, I headed to the library to study the first few chapters of the book and to prepare for my demonstrations. To my surprise, it became so easy. Way easier than before.

I easily understood the storyline, the symbolisms which Rizal wanted the Filipinos to know during his time, and I realized why it is still included in the High School curriculum, because we also need it in our time. We really do.

After few days of thinking, I grasped the reason why I understood the story easily compared before: Because, I made myself interested about it.

I was assigned to teach three sections. They were all participative and eager to learn. The entire teaching moments with them were fun. In spite of the inevitable noisiness, I got through it because of their respect to me and keenness to discover. They’re smart. Probably smarter than me when I was a teener.

I learned to love them and also learned to love that ‘yawn-inducing’ tale from our national hero.

To Jose Rizal: Dude, you are indeed a genius.

To my El Fili students, you are so lucky. Read more. Internalize it.

To the one who is reading this: Who the heck is Simoun? Read again.

Where was I during the last 5 months?

2010-08-10T08:42:00.000-07:00

Yes, you’re right. It has been 5 months already since I remembered posting something here in my blog. ‘Twas about my good ol’ friend Domeng. FYI: He was already sold last month. My heart hurtled hard. So much for that story, I already ‘moved on’. *chuckles*.

So! My life has turned drastically during the 5 months of my absence in the blogosphere. I will list the things I remember that made an impact to me. Geez, I sound so gay.

April

The girlfriend went back to her hometown in Ormoc. I started to attach my butt in front of the computer trying to catch up with her almost every day. Webcams and chatrooms were my favorite hangout place.

May

Still, I was left alone in my lonely wilderness. I enrolled my very last summer classes, I almost whimpered when I got the subjects that I was planning to enroll in order for me to be qualified to graduate this October. And so, I successfully finished my 3 enrolled courses, still without the gf. Before I forget, I voted for the National Elections, twas a great experience.

June

After the never ending concurrence that she would come back, before the month ended, she went back here in Cebu for her Licensure Exams Review. I tediously enrolled my last subjects that are needed to be taken before I put off my hat in school. Practicum baby. 

July

At last, I came to the final stage of my studies, I’m not wearing the gray uniform anymore, but I’m now using new set of uniforms. Wow for me! I already met my ‘real life’ students! 4th year High. I’m teaching them El Filibusterismo. (I hesitated to teach this because I myself had always induce a yawn everytime my teacher babbles about the 2nd Novel of Jose Rizal). But, I love them so much! Cute kids.

August

I’m writing a blog because I just want to resurrect this account. For my followers, thank you for reading. For those who just joined in, this is a boring blog.
I set aside my guitar, camera, pen and all my ‘comfy’ stuff until October. I really have to finish this.

Meet Domeng

2010-03-21T02:13:00.000-07:00

Everybody dreams of having their own car. It was early 2007 when I started to yearn to have one. I started to ask my parents to buy me my very first automobile. And I was shocked when my Mom said, ‘Okay, I’ll get you one’. I suddenly heard the famous ‘Hallelujiah’ song upon knowing about it. “Are you sure Mom?”. I agitatedly asked. “Of course, I think you’ll be needing this badly.” she said. I started to search in the internet the latest and coolest cars available. I was keyed up.

After a few days, my Mom said that the car was already accessible for a test drive. I was surprised because I thought I’d be the one to pick the one I like. “I bought the car from my friend. It’s from Korea and they sold it for a very cheap price it’s not in a very good condition, but at least you already have one.” She said. I had some mixed sentiments during that time. “Oh well, she’s right. I should be grateful, everyone dreams of having one anyway.’

Finally, my eyes beheld an Automatic transmission maroon Hyundai Elantra right in front of me. I started to drive around our subdivision. The engine ran smoothly, the gas pedal was okay. The steering wheel was fine. Except for the aircon. It wasn’t working. I didn’t notice that the right mirror was broken. Two doors were locked forever and the tires were getting bald. Now, I know the reason why my Mom bought it with a ‘very cheap price.’

I tried to use it in school. I actually drove around the whole Cebu, still ‘test-driving’ it. And, I tell you, it gave me a head ache. I felt I was taking care of a senior citizen who peed on his pants. It was a catastrophe. Hence, I gave the car a name. I named him, Domeng.

(NOT THE ACTUAL CAR)

Domeng on the other hand was a good companion to me. He helped me to go to places I have never been. He was my late night escort. He was my best friend when it comes to night dates with my girlfriend(s). He was there for me when I needed him the most. I can easily spot him in the parking lot because he is inimitable. I’m self-assured because carnappers would surely be not interested to get him.

It has been three years since he became my best pal. Oh, by the way, the aircon is now working. (It’s very cold actually, that sometimes people who ride there always want me to turn it off), The right mirror was fixed using a cement glue. It doesn’t look okay though. And the two doors? They can be opened now, except that the handle inside it was wrecked.

My parents said that we should dispose him soon. Every time something in him gets fixed, another problem comes. And it’s not getting cheaper. I have mixed emotions upon knowing this. Part of me doesn’t want him to go. But he has to. So long, Domeng. :(

Detour

2010-03-08T08:07:00.000-08:00

It's already March 2010. I can now smell the aroma of togas and diplomas.

My Sister, who's 4 years younger than I am will be graduating this semester. And guess what? she's our youngest and yet the first one to get a degree. It's fine with me, I still have one semester left and I'm done. I still have no regrets of spending 2 years in the mission field. It was a fruitful experience that I could bring until I get old.

I'm getting really tired of school work these past few months. Probably because most of my friends in school have already gone with their practice teaching. No friends, always alone, and I have three thesis to defend this semester. Sucks.

COEDSO is still COEDSO. Nothing has changed. This is my last month of service in the student body, and until now, there is no harmony among my colleagues. My greatest achievement in serving the College of Education Student Organization is not getting any enemies. I always serve as the pacifier and the peacemaker in the group. That's tough because I have a 'tiger-like' co-officers. So, wow for me.

Church and I aren't getting along well these past few months. I've been busy teaching Sunday school weekly but I can't feel my membership in the Church. I've been too preoccupied with worldly things. I sometimes feel that I didn't go on a mission. One goal that I'm planning to hit after I graduate: Be a busy bee in the Church again. I really miss serving.

My girlfriend and I are doing okay with our relationship. She's still learning the ropes as a girlfriend. She could be an ace one, but sometimes could be the worst too. But its okay with me. I've learned a lot of things from her. Uhmm, Patience, unconditional love and understanding.

I'm gaining weight. I don't know if I will feel good about it. I think I have to buy some larger clothes that I could wear. Arrrgh.. I can't resist it. Chocolates, softdrinks, chips at midnight? Now, who won't become a blimp?

I have to fix myself this year. If I get to finish my studies this October, then, everything else falls into places. ;) If not, then, I have to detour.

The 5-hour travel to love

2010-02-21T08:33:00.000-08:00

My eyes and thoughts were revolving like a coaster while reading a Mafia novel by Mario Puzo at our local terminal. I was getting bushed waiting for the conductor to call some passengers to get in. My iPod was playing some old tracks from Soundgarden as I munched a hot Shawarma which I bought from the food stall near me.

It was getting dark and finally, a few clippies started to let some passengers board the bus. It was the last week of February and everybody was overvalued with the Valentine season. I was included to the list of ‘haters’ who didn’t have a ‘special someone’ during that day. I was alone in my house, surfing the internet to keep myself busy. Surprisingly, I ended up reading some cheesy Valentine status messages of my Facebook friends . I don’t want to pity myself; Hence, I was going home to our province in Alcoy to visit my family. I missed being with them so much.
I wasn’t able to hear the voice of the bus conductor clearly, that’s why I noticed that people started to get in the bus with me, hastily carrying my bags and speedily ran into the nearest bus I could hop into. I saw myself the last person falling in line.

As I went in, passengers’ eyes were gawking at me. I couldn’t find any seat at the front. And, so I slowly looked down, left and right hoping that there’s still one for me.

Suddenly, I saw one seat beside a young lady who was sitting next to the window curtain.

“Is this taken?” I said.

She looked at me haughtily and I got nervous.

“No.” she said in a lonesome tone of voice.

I quickly took and sat into it. And to a bombshell, it was broken. The foam had a hole and anyone who sits there will surely get a hard time relaxing for the next 5 hours. Since I was in a dash, I just ignored it and acted as if there was nothing wrong.

The bus started to move slowly. Everyone closed their windows and curtains while the bus conductor started to collect fares from us. I put on my iPod again, but this time, I listened to some new tracks from Sugarfree. I started to get dizzy and fell asleep for I think, 3 hours. As I woke up, I noticed that everyone was also asleep except for the girl beside me.

I looked at her and she was peeking through the window. She has a shoulder length hair and a fair skin tone. I’m not easily attracted to girls but there was something special about the girl beside me and during that time, I didn’t know why I wanted to speak to her. I wanted to say something but I didn’t have any idea what to say. I tried to hum some songs from my favorite band, Sugarfree, to get her attention. And it didn’t work as well.

I took my Mario Puzo novel to start a conversation but I had a doubt that she wouldn’t get interested to discuss about Mafia stories. And so I tried to think of some things that might get her interest. I was thinking to ask what her name is, but it would sound rude. She would probably think that I’m sort of a sexual psycho.

I could also ask where her destination was. But, it was kind of awkward because I might get a ‘why-are-you-asking’ response from her.

And then she suddenly put her hand to her bag as if she was getting something. As to my surprise, she took her iPod touch and put on the earphones to her ears. I felt a slump of hint from heaven. She must be a music lover. It’s a good way to start a conversation because I love it too. By the way she dressed up; she looked like a pop music lover. Now it’s a good start. This is it.

When my hidden courage was already gathered, the bus unexpectedly screeched to a halt. It stopped.

“Alright. We’re here. Get off slowly. No pushing.” The bus conductor exclaimed with a grin.

Everyone stood up and carried their bags and walked slowly out of the bus. And I was still sitting. Bowled over.

Then I heard a voice beside me, “Hi! I like Mario Puzo too! Sugarfree is the best band ever. I’m sorry I couldn’t help it, I wanted to talk to you earlier but I think you were busy humming while reading. I hope we could be friends and talk about some good stuff in the future. By the way, I’m Mandy.” She gave me the most beautiful smile I’ve seen in my entire life.

“I’m Railey.” I said slowly while looking at her, still astonished.

“Oh, good! you know, it’s kind of rare to find people who share your common interests. I’m glad I found one. You don’t look like a bad guy, so, I’m giving my e-mail address. By the way, do you have a facebook account? Add me up! Okay? Nice meeting you Railey. I have to go!” still smiling, she gave me a piece of paper with her e-mail address on it; she took her bag and hurriedly went out of the bus.

I didn’t know what to say.

I was left alone inside the bus with a beam on my face. And, I realized, indeed, Valentines isn’t really over yet.

A non Cebuano's Sinulog

2010-01-22T17:25:00.000-08:00

Good things are sometimes veiled. That’s what I learned about the most awaited celebration here in Cebu. Oh, by the way, I’m not a Cebuano. I don’t speak the language well, I don’t have any relatives residing here and definitely, I don’t eat the famous ‘ginamos’. I’m from Manila, particularly in the province of Bulacan. My family moved here a couple of years ago because of my father’s work assignment. We really had to it because we believe in close family ties. I had to adapt to my new environment.

Everything went smooth in the past years. I gained friends. ‘Puso’ and ‘Danggit’ became part of my existence as a Non-Cebuano. SM and Ayala became my second home, and lastly, I learned that in order to get to Talamban, I need to look for a 13C jeepney .

Of course, my family would feel unaided every time we spend our holidays like Christmas and New Years. But as the years go by, we got used to it and later on, accepted things one tread at a time. Cebuanos celebrate these holidays fine. Our solitude becomes glee because of the contagious attitude of the natives. But there is one thing I missed as a ‘trying-hard-to-be-cebuano’. It’s the Sinulog Celebration. Since I’m not a catholic, I didn’t attend any single fête upon my residence in Cebu. I would only hear my classmates bragging about where he went during the celebration and how happy he was dancing and partying all day. Of course, the curiosity never left me.

That’s why I tried to join the event last 2009. I had to attend because one of my school subjects required me to do so. I had to participate in human barricade. It all started with the Saturday procession. Roads were closed, and I could feel the worship atmosphere in the path along P. Del Rosario Street. The sea of people did not really bother me, but instead, the thing that was playing on my mind was their faith. Cebuanos are real worshippers. And, as I got fascinated by it, I even forgot that I was supposed to hold the rope.

On the second day, which is the main event, all I could remember was the night revelry. My friends and I walked together along with the blissful people to witness the stunning firecrackers, never ending dancing and partying along the vicinity. I’ve never seen anything like it in my entire stay here. The noise and the music slowly became candy to my stranger ears during that time.
It also got me to think why they call Sinulog as the most celebrated event for the Cebuanos. It was almost 11 p.m. and surprisingly, I didn’t want to end the night.

It’s 2010. One year has passed. I can hear again the famous Sinulog beat wherever I go. I can hear the music every Cebuanos dance to. And, I can hear myself as well asking, would I do it again?
Of course, I would. But this time, I’m going to bring my SLR camera for more lasting memoirs, trusty slippers for the long march and a mineral water to keep me hydrated.

This is an experience that I could share to my friends in Luzon. Pit Senyor!

People of my year -- 2009

2009-12-31T00:04:00.000-08:00

2009 hasn’t been a good year for me.

I faced trials and problems.

I got broke. I lost some loved ones.

Even our nation can testify to it. Disasters have come. Celebrity scandals became a hit.

Great people have died.

We all felt it.

2009 is a year of learning. A practical exam. And it’s not easy. I didn’t review my notes.

But there are reasons to be happy because of these people. They have greatly influenced my 2009. As a tribute to them, let me explain why I chose them to become

“People of my year”

1.Hannah Maye De Loyola

I consider her as my number one in this list because she has greatly influenced my life this year. I got to know her from January and we’re still together ‘til the end. She taught me how to be tough, to be patient and to be blissful. I trust her so much, I tell everything to her. She knows my dreams and collapses. For this year, I pay tribute to the newest person in my life whom I will ceaselessly remember. Thank you for everything dear.

2.Marc Christopher Labastilla

He is probably one of the happiest persons I’ve seen on earth. He is my school buddy. Whenever I have problems, this guy will always play a hero to me. He makes me laugh my heart out. He gives me advices and he sees things very very differently. I’ve known this guy for 3 years now, and still never failed to be my comrade. We’re like kindergarten students who still share ‘baons’ which our Mamas prepared for us. There’s this cliché, “Friends come and go”, but you know what? Marc will not. Thanks pare!

3.Orange Mother Family

I started my year with this group. My people were asking why the name is. Well, just listen to Michael V.’s English version of “Pare Ko” and you will know why we came up with the name. They’re also my schoolmates. It’s quite swift because we just clicked right away. I would always remember them because, life has become easier whenever I’m with them. To Pebbles, Faith, Jovs, Jane, Edgar, Jane and Miguel. My family. Thank you for everything. I hope we could gather again soon.

4.Babes

They are Hannah’s friends. They are my new set of bloc in school, and considered as my first girl friends. They are the in high spirits 4th year Special Education clique. This is the first time where I really reached out and befriended each one of them. Not because of Hannah but because I found them really fascinating. I have experienced tons of learning from them and shared common interests as well. Honestly, with my age, I could say that they are the only group whom I could relate to at school. Thanks to Mara, Ica, Tyne, Iana, Apang, Chy, Rizza, Kate, Roxanne, Tina, Kinkin (and to your boyfriends as well) for accepting an English-Filipino major dude like me to be part of your group. Hehehehe.. 

5.COEDSO (College of Education Student Organization)

If I could sum up my year, I can say that COEDSO has really taught me to be a sturdy person. We are not the most organized group, we’re not the same compared with the previous officers but I’m glad to say that, we survived. True, internal conflicts came. Unsolved problems are still there, and me as a missionary for 2 years who learned leadership in God’s way tried to apply it to this group. And so far, it’s working. I love this group because in spite of personal differences, we’re still able to cope up and be one. (in some way.) 3 months to go and we’re done guys! Thanks Rhine, Ching, Ruben, Bing, Charlene, Sondrew, Lorelei, Erick, Nina and Ethel. You guys are the best!

6.My family.

I think, they will always influence me all throughout my life. My dad is a good motivator, my Mom is a nurturer, my brother and my sister are my inspiration. Even though, I don’t see them always, we don’t talk that much but, I love them with the deepest particle of my existence. And to them, thank you very much my family I love you.

7.Eraserheads

This band never fails to inspire me. As a music lover, they will forever be the best band for me. Whenever I’m down, or happy, I could always get my iPod and look for a song related to my feelings. Such a great great band! I watched their 2nd reunion this year and I got teary-eyed when Ely said “Ito na ang huling El Bimbo” while burning his old grand piano which symbolizes that Eraserheads is over. Anyway, I still have their music. Even though you don’t know me, I’m still thankful that you existed. To Ely, Marcus, Raimund and Buddy, sana magsama ulit kayo! Please.

8.Pajo Ward Single Adults

I really love my students. They are always willing to listen to me every Sunday. Even though I know that they can’t remember what I’ve taught, but I know the Spirit remains every time I dismiss them. I hope that we still learn from each other. And continue to be eternal friends. To Jing, Jade, Jess, Marco, Bobong, Morian, Shem, Moy, Ray, Mary, Feda, TJ, Michelle, Paul, Cleofe, Tantan, and for those who aren’t mentioned, salamat sa lahat.

9.Bob Ong

Of course, no one personally knows him until now but his books reveal about his identity. He is the reason why I want to be a teacher. I don’t wanna make a book reviews here but, I would like to thank Mr. Bob Ong for influencing my life this year. ABNKKBSNPLako?! has been my bible as a student, Bakit Baliktad Magbasa ng Libro ang mga Pilipino is my Filipino book, Ang Alamat ng Gubat is my Almanac, Paboritong Aklat ni Hudas is my Atlas, MacArthur is my Values book, Stainless Longganisa is my linguistics module, and Kapitan Sino is my crossword puzzle. Salamat Bob Ong. Tinuturuan mo ako kung paano maging bobo.

There are a lot of good things that will happen next year. I can feel it.

To all the people I’ve mentioned, I hope you will still be a part of my next year.

There will be no me without you guys.

Again and again, I can now hear the Super Lolo from afar!

Happy 2010! 

What's my age again?!

2009-11-08T04:58:00.000-08:00

While I was scanning my past entries, I realized that I only write about my personal updates and usually, the day before my regular classes will start. So, basically, this is a familiar post for many of my readers.

(Thank you guys! I hope you become two.)

“Patuloy man akong naghangad ng diploma, para na lang 'yon may maitapal ako sa butas ng dingding ng buhay ko.”

I was reading some Bob Ong quotes earlier and there is one thing he always mentions that taps my heart. It’s about the diploma. For me right now, it’s the most important document in the whole world. It mirrors your perseverance, patience and diligence throughout the 16-17 years of schooling. So far, I’m still carrying on my 4 year journey as a College Student. Me, twenty plus being surrounded by a horde of 19’s and 20’s is not a bed of roses. It’s quite hard. I miss my batch mates. (They’re having fun with their wives and husbands right now.)

Anyway, so much for that hysterics, I’m already 4th year College. Wow for me! I’ve been studying college for 5 years already. There are only 30 units left after this coming semester. Hopefully, by October next year, the most essential document in the whole world would be in my palms.

FREELANCING
If Music and Photography were my thing last year, they didn’t come well this year. Instead, I discovered that I can do something aside from grating my guitar off, singing my heart out and taking artless photos.

I can write.

Two of my articles were published in SunStar Cebu months ago and I was kind of taken aback because I didn’t know that I could be read by scores of people. I always love the elation every time I knew that my piece is already printed and distributed in the province. I hope I could write more. I still have lots of reading and learning to do. Why am I bragging about this? I’m just glad to know that my esteem went up from 2% to 2.2%. Lol.

Nobody likes you when you’re 23.

Hmmm… I do not want to expose my age here in my blog but yeah, as what Blink 182’s “What’s my age again” says, nobody wants a 23 year old when you’re being surrounded by juvenile peeps at school.

And, I’m already turning twenty four. This is the only year when I start wishing to turn my age backwards every time my birthday comes.

I’m contended with what I have right now. My loved-ones are always there to support me. Not to mention my girlfriend who is 4 years younger that I am. She’s getting mature with me. I could feel it. But, I’m also learning to be infantile again vis-à-vis.

Merry Christmas!

My First High School Reunion

2009-11-01T01:27:00.000-07:00

“To: Mr.Pepito Abarzuena, you are cordially invited to attend the University of the Philippines Reunion Batch 1987 at the Waterfront Hotel, Lahug. We expect you to be there!”

I don’t know if I’ll get excited or frustrated upon receiving this spur-of-the-moment invitation and knowing that after 22 years of hardships and joy after our graduation rites, I would see my High School classmates again. Gee, I’m already 38. Am I this old already?

I kept on deciding whether I should go or not. There are mixed emotions. I feel a mix of excitement and anxiety. Why? Excitement, because of course, I’m dying to know how those guys are doing right now. And a particle of anxiety because of insecurity. I heard, some of them became successful.

My life is not that auspicious. I’m just an ad hoc electrician and only earning a meager salary suffice for my family’s basic needs. Oh, by the way, I wasn’t able to finish my college studies as a Mechanical Engineer because I tied the knot too early. I met Sarah when I was 19; we fell in love with each other so much that I forgot to dream again. And boom! God is indeed gracious. There go the 7 kids.

The day finally arrived. At last, I decided to attend the reunion. I don’t care about our careers. What important are the connections between us. I want to see the geeks, my ‘cheat-mates’, the athletes, and most of all, my high school girlfriend, Melissa. I’m going to run after those undying memories of our youth.

I wore my hand-me-down maroon T-shirt, faded jeans and a trusty pair of Rambo Slippers. I wore my soft yellow hat and put my leather jacket on. I’m ready.

On my way to the venue while riding in a jeepney, I felt a sudden uneasiness. I wanted to go back. My mind changed. I think I’ll just go back. But No! I really wanted to see them no matter what they say.

I got off the jeep and walked a few tramps up to the main entrance. I already saw tons of Mercedes and Porches. People wear elegant dresses. Men were in their coats and ties. Gosh, this time, I was really nervous. I saw the huge tarpaulin of our school welcoming the batch’s alumni.

Sweat from the pores of my skin got colder and colder. My heartbeat was pumping like an up tempo drum roll. I wanted to pull-away.

I saw one group of familiar people in the front part of the Grand hall. And there they were. My former classmates. I hid somewhere where they could not see me.
They looked so good. I know some of them own those chic cars outside the hotel.

I saw Mike, our class valedictorian. He looks really successful. I heard he already owns a real estate company. And there’s Andy, the most famous basketball player in our batch; he already made up to the PBA. He’s a lucky bastard! Beside him is Anita, one of the geeks in our class. She got really fat but she’s well-dressed and I also heard she’s has a franchise of Mcdonalds here in Cebu. Wow for her!
And in front of them, I saw Melissa. My ex-gilfriend. She didn’t change that much. She’s still beautiful, except that she’s already married to Tomas, the only musician from our batch.

I felt a rapid loneliness by what I saw; my esteem went down but, satisfied because I know most of them became successful. “Oh, well..I think, they don’t need to see me. It’s enough that I saw them.” I mumbled. And there was a tear fell from my eye.

I turned my back and sneaked slowly outside the hall when unexpectedly someone shouted,

“PEPITO!!!!!!!”

The music has stopped. Everyone became silent. I looked back at them again and I saw their eyes were staring at me.

I just smiled. And they all laughed at me. I heard someone saying, “Why are you here nomad?! You don’t belong here!!” Some said, “Haven’t you received a notice that this is a formal party?!”.

I was standing still without knowing what to do or say. I wanted to shrivel because of embarrassment.

Then, a familiar voice called my name again.

“Mr. Pepito Abarzuenaaaaaaa!!!”

I looked back, and what I saw are my classmates. Mike, Andy, Anita and Melissa were there, smiling. They’re wearing their prescribed school uniforms. They are still staring at me. But they looked 22 years younger. And what the heck! There goes my physics teacher.

“What time is it? Why are you sleeping in my class?”

MANILA (Sembreak 2009)

2009-10-17T07:55:00.000-07:00

The Last Cuddle

2009-10-07T08:18:00.000-07:00

It was about 4:45 in the afternoon and I was driving my old car in the middle of an intense traffic in Colon. I turned my radio on and decided to put the CD inside the player to listen to my all time favorite song, “Spoliarium” by the Eraserheads. There were some street mendicants who were hastily knocking on my car window. I generously gave them P50.00.

My mind was flooded with different thoughts while driving. I was thinking about my school requirements, the latest software produced by Windows, which is better, N-Series or Blackberry, Philippine politics , and my terror teacher in Psychology. But in between those things, she spontaneously steps into my disarrayed mind. My girlfriend, Maxene.

Suddenly, my phone beeped.

I read the message, “I’m already here, where are you at?” she said.
“Coming! I’ll see you in 5.” I replied.

From afar, I could now see her.

Maxene was standing alone in her favorite yellow blouse and tight jeans. Her wavy hair is still stunning. She’s still wearing the shoulder bag that I gave her during our first anniversary. Geez, the bag‘s already three years old.

I gradually parked my old green car near the seashore, and took Planters Cheese Balls and 2 cans of Coke Light at the compartment beside me.

I got off my car with a jumpy feeling.

While I was walking to draw near her, I knew that she already saw me, she just didn’t want to come across my face.

“Hey Max! What’s up? Am I late? I’m sorry to keep you waiting, there was traffic near downtown, and I had to get some grub for...”

She interrupted.

“C’mon Ryan! You’re always like that. This relationship has survived for 3 years and nothing has changed. You’re still the Ryan I used to know! ” she irately said .

“Wait Maxene, take it easy. Don’t blow your fuse just yet. Let’s talk.”

I handed her the cold Coke Light and we sat down in a bench while gazing the beautiful sunset in Cebu. It was her favorite drink. I noticed her mood swiftly changed.

When we were still in high school, Maxene and I considered it as a hideout. A place of escape. We loved to barter different topics. We talked about our distraught teacher, the latest movies, we always discussed our favorite bands down to our personal dreams. After some time, we inadvertently fell in love with each other and later on, we ended up being high school sweethearts.

When we entered college, we decided to separate ways. I took Psychology while she endeavored herself to be an Architect. I met new friends, and so did she. We scarcely had our usual dates during college. Only text messages and some phone calls helped the relationship breathing. We always had this ‘how-have-you-been’ conversations.

“So, it’s just like the old times, isn’t it?” I said while munching some cheese balls.

“Hmm.. not really. It’s not the Ryan whom I used to know during high school. You were the sweetest guy in the world. Oh dear, I could exchange my life just for you during that time. You were my world Ryan.” she sighed.

I didn’t say anything.

“And now, look at you. You’re near to success. You’ll be a great psychologist someday. I’ve always believed in you. You’re a talented smart guy. “ she said with a grin.

“Thanks.” I whispered.

“But there is one thing missing, you know?”

“Really? What?” I said perplexedly.

She paused for a minute.

“You forgot me. You are so into your career that you didn’t become aware of your loved-ones. During our first year in college, I thought everything would be perfect for me. I have the course that I like and the man that I love. We’re the perfect couple, remember?”

And I saw a drop of tear on her right cheek.

“Max, it’s different when you’re in college. You have to focus on your studies. I don’t want to fail my parents and you know that.” I explained.

“I know, I know. But, everything will be in vain if nobody’s there to support you. Like me.” She said.

“Well, you’re always there for me Max. You won’t leave me, will you?”

I held her soft hand. And she took it away. And I saw tears falling incessantly.

“That’s what you have thought of. I have already decided. I’m putting this relationship to an end. We’re not happy anymore.” She said.

“But, Max, how about—“

“No Ryan, it’s really over. I just called you here for the last time to say goodbye. Thank you for everything. I hope you enjoy your life without me.” She kissed me on the cheek and gave me a hug. Then, she hurriedly ran away. Crying.

I wretchedly went home and had tons of realizations. I tried calling her again but she didn’t answer any of my calls. I tried looking for her in the internet, but she deleted her accounts. I went to her house, and her neighbor said that she had already moved to another place. That was the time I realized that she’s really gone. My Maxene is gone.

Until one day, I received a text message from a friend.

“Dude, you know what happened to Maxene?”

“No. What happened?” I excitedly replied.

“She’s dead. Her parents saw her lying on the floor while cuddling an old shoulder bag. The doctors said that it is because of stern depression. Nobody knows the reason of it. Do you? ”

The Janitor

2009-09-21T04:13:00.000-07:00

I'm not a politics guy. I don't really involve myself to anything regarding the business. But, when I saw the bearing and countenance of this man, I see my future in him.

Obviously, he doesn't have the wit like a usual president has. But he has the name, the blood and the experience.

You know why I like him? Because, he's a janitor.

Gloria Arroyo had spread all the sh*t and whatnot around the country. The tax I unconsciously pay every cheeseburger I order at Mcdonalds goes nowhere. Oh, I know where they went. In their pockets.

I'm giving my vote for Benigno Aquino III. But, I have to register first. Haha

As of now, Noynoy Aquino has the ability to clean it up.

I hope he will.

Swimming in the pond of 2's.

2009-09-15T07:59:00.000-07:00

It's official.

I already got my midterm grades.

I always get shivers in my spine every time I hear my teacher babbles, "Alright class, I already have your midterm grades, get any sheet of paper, put your name on it, and pass it to me, I'll write your grade down."

I'm always hesitant to know how my performance was.
Do you know why? Because, I'm not a self-driven person. If I didn't start right, I'd get idle. Verrryy lazy.

With my 15 years of studies, "Perfect Attendance", "Best in Blah Blah Blah" were some of the awards I got every recognition day. And yes, I never got into the cream of the crop back in the day.

And, the reason was simple. I easily lose hope if I didn't start right.

And as usual, I'm officially swimming in the pond of 2's again. The new thing is, I don't have any 1's. It's not normal.

I wasn't able to hit even the easiest subject that I'm taking right now.

What's wrong with me? I don't know.

If I fail in one of my subjects this semester, I wouldn't be able to graduate in October next year. That's sad.

A split second of paradise

2009-08-29T22:59:00.002-07:00

“Back off, you idiot! She doesn’t want to make friends with you. You’re a pathetic bastard! Get a life!! Don’t ever bother her again!”

Until now, I could still see this feeble statement within the walls of my computer screen. It’s still flashing through my head, as if roaring aloud in my ear. Dude, I’m helpless.

I didn’t know how powerful a statement could make a person wobbly, indifferent and just like they say, ‘pathetic’.

Months ago, my mother had asked me to go together with her for a trip to Manila. Being an insider in Cebu, a retreat in the capital of the Philippines is surely exciting news for me. Hence, I settled it.

I’m going.

I elatedly packed my bits and pieces; my camera, mini laptop, and my brand new iPod Touch which my father gave me during my 22nd birthday.

The day had finally arrived. Everything was all set. So was I. We headed to the Mactan International Airport. I was starving to death due to excitement. Gladly, I saw a newly opened dessert stall. I bought some doughnuts and iced tea.

“Flight PR834 bound to Manila, you can now check your baggage in.” I can now hear the lousy voice of an airport man. My mom was busy with her cell phone; and So, I decided to pick up her bags and get on the plane with her.

A fresh aroma of business suites and coffee atmosphere invaded the Philippine Airlines Flight PR834. I looked at my plane ticket, and finally found my seat. My mom didn’t want to seat at the aisle, so, we exchanged places.

I could now hear the growl of the raucous propeller wanting to rock and roll. I closed my eyes, and waited for the plane to soar. A few minutes later, I looked at the window in my right and people started to look like ants. No, ants are too familiar to be compared with. Ahmm.. Head parasite would be perfect.

So, I saw head parasites slowly turning out to be dots, and later on, disappeared. Before I knew it, I was already taking my nap.

While I was taking my slumber, someone gently tapped my shoulder.

All I could remember was the voice. “Sorry for waking you up sir, do you want coffee or tea?”

From a vague vision, it suddenly became lucid to me. And what I saw was a girl.

A flight attendant.

A beautiful flight attendant. I was dumbfounded for a moment.

She was the most beautiful creature I saw in my entire life. She has a very slender body, pretty long legs, perfect skin tone and her angelic face made me keel over.

For a moment, I was in heaven.

“Ah, Uh, tea, please.” I couldn’t talk well. I was stuttering.
“Okay sir, for a moment.” She said.

While staring at her, my eyes noticed her name plate.
“DANICA CRIS LIM”. I tried remembering it. But to be sure, I furtively took a pen, a paper to write it down.

A few minutes left, and we will be landing in Manila. I was looking for her. I wanted to introduce myself. But I couldn’t. She just disappeared.

And finally, we’re already in Manila. Before I got off the plane, I was looking at the different faces of the flight attendants who usually greet the passengers before they leave.

Damn, she wasn’t there. No Danica. I couldn’t find my angel.

The only thing that keeps me hoping for a good acquaintance was her name on a piece of paper.

I stayed in Manila for a few days. I visited some relatives, went out with my long lost friends, I went bar hopping, it was really fun, indeed.

But there was a piece of me that is missing. And it’s the flight attendant. I really wanted to meet her.

I kept on thinking of her for some marginal days in Manila.

All of a sudden, I found myself falling for Danica.

It’s odd because, I haven’t fallen for anyone whom I didn’t know. I don’t like this feeling.

I didn’t know what to do so, I asked some help from my friends.

They told me that I should join a social networking sites like Facebook, Multiply or Myspace to find her. I’m not so into those stuffs, but out of desperation, I did it. I gave in.

I opened an account in Facebook. I dreadfully searched for her name.

And I found her.

My hopes went up like a space rocket. I said to myself, the first thing that I would do when I get back in Cebu is to open my computer and pour out my feelings through it.

When we finally got in Cebu, I hurriedly opened my Facebook account and looked for her.

I clicked on ‘Send a message’

“Hi Danica, my name is Christopher. I was on the flight PR834. I hope you still remember me. I want to make friends with you, if you don’t mind.”

At last, I’m done. All I had to do is to wait for a response.

I continued my blissful verve, went back to school, hangout with friends with the same routines which I was used to do before. Every night, before I go to sleep, I always check my Facebook account.

Weeks have passed. No reply.

Months have passed. Still, no reply.

I wrote to her again.

“Miss Danica, I just really want to make friends with you. I hope you’d reply back. Thanks.”

That was my last resort.

And one gloomy evening, I saw that I have one new message. I was excited like a little kid.

“Oh my gosh, I hope this is Danica!”

I excitedly opened it.

And there was a message from a certain Victor Durano with a subject: “This is her boyfriend”

I opened it. Minutes have passed and my keenness went downhill fast.

A plunge of tears fell from my face.

(I wrote this for my friend Marc.)

Album Review: Sugarfree's Mornings and Airports

2009-08-16T01:34:00.000-07:00

Late 2003, I could still remember the time when Sugarfree was yet a tyro in the Philippine music scene. Out of snooping some new music, I decided to buy their first album, ‘Sa Wakas’, and later on said to myself, ‘Man, their music deserves a slot in my car stereo.’

Their trio reminded me of Blink 182 and Greenday; it’s the music that matters and not how many members are there to detonate the arrangements. I became a fan and found myself buying their albums. ‘Dramachine’ is bitter sweet. ‘Talaarawan’ is a soul touching album.

Ebe is a song writing genius. I always liked his metaphors. They don’t sound like orthodox literary poem stanzas. He really knows how to use them well.

Voila! Hello 2009. After almost three years of long wait… (I also had this feeling while edgily waiting for ‘Edgar, Edgar Musikahan’ of Parokya ni Edagr and ‘Natin 99’ of Eraserheads .) Here comes..

“MORNINGS and AIRPORTS” Sugarfree’s 4th Studio Album.

When I got my copy, I was waiting for the usual shudder on my quill. But instead, I felt disappointed yet in high spirits.

I focused myself on Ebe’s Lyrics at once. They’re okay but kind of far-off from what I was expecting. He used too many metaphors. Though, you can still see the usual fresh break up stories, the ‘kilig’, and other boyfriend-girlfriend common tales; But summing up, only ‘Hangover’, a perfect word for an erstwhile love affair and ‘Wala nang hihilingin’, a very sweet tulog-na-wag-ka-nang-umiyak kind of song that made me say Ebe has indeed a knack for songwriting. He is still poetic yet inexplicable as accustomed.

Jal’s “Patawad” is an instant favorite. He made a very catchy tune and beautiful lyrics. In an instant messaging service, I gave him ton of extols and was able to ask him why he came up with this song. He said, “Wala, inisip ko lang kung paano humingi ng tawad ang isang college kid.” He has done an awe-inspiring job as well as the ataraxic “Form Factor”.

The band has written songs about life as a Filipino which gave them more the impression of being jingoistic with a different taste. “Hay Buhay” and “Mamang driver”, an advocacy for the reckless jeepney drivers who choose to drive rapidly without thinking the Filipino passengers nervously riding in.

It’s fun to know that they’re back with English songs. “Mornings and Airports”, “Where do we go?”, “Get over it”, and “Form Factor” brought difference into the album. Thanks to Kaka for being a catalyst for variety in the group.

The good thing about the album is that they are now a ‘band’. Jal and Kaka took time to fill in some guitar parts which make them more sundry from the other bands. I like the way they put their knowledge in music together in order to make an album. “Mornings and Airports” is way different from their other previous album which is a very good sign of maturity music wise.

To you guys, I give my three and a half stars. One is for the unity, (I know you’re too busy with gigs and yet you found some time to record a new one together.) Two is for the good music, (I don’t know if this would end.), Third is for the effort to adhere with your fans. And lastly, a half for a bottle of beer.

Good work Ebe, Jal and Kaka.

Dear Blog

2009-08-09T01:16:00.000-07:00

Dear Blog,

I haven’t updated you for the past 3 months and there are tons of stuffs to tell. I’m really sorry dude. Anyway, we have a lot of catching ups to do so; I’m just going to give you a summing-up.

1. The classes have started. And so is my position as Vice President; Shocks! I didn’t know that I’d be falling down to hell. My job is easy. My co-officers are hard.

2. Kiko Magalona, Michael Jackson and Cory Aquino are now sipping their mango shake in the Spirit World. (It doesn’t have anything to do with me, but dang, they’re like huge personalities. Oh well. RIP guys.

3. I’ve been acquainted with CAFA building. I love it. I’m just a student every TTH.

4. Good friends come and go. I have a new set of friends. (They’re not really new; it’s Hannah’s girl friends. They’re fun to be with.)

5. I’m getting broke. I can’t imagine myself draining all the cash in my wallet before the week ends. It’s happening. . I don’t tithe anymore. It’s probably one of the reasons.

6. Rhine, the COEDSO President is not getting a good feedback from my

schoolmates. I know how he feels.

7. I love my Single adults’ class every Sunday. It’s a saving grace for me. Really.

8. Neil, who was once a good friend and a manager, is now a stranger to me. He’s a total tug.

9. I can’t find any good artists nowadays, glad Sugarfree’s back. I’m gonna buy their album.

10. My Acad life is a crap. I want to focus on it but being a student leader, you have to think the welfare of the students before your grades. 7 months to go and I’m done.

I guess this is it. I could write heap of pages as regards to each number, but I don’t have enough time and I’m getting lethargic. I really am.

Anticipate me to keep you posted a couple of weeks from now.

Jared Richard Uy
COEDSO, Vice President – Internal Affairs ’09-10
(Geez, am I this wretched?)

This is the winning entry for the photo contest I organized for the Nutrition Month. So Cute! (By Lyka Urgello)

Problems? Grin at 'em.

2009-05-20T06:41:00.000-07:00

Time flies so fast.

I could still recall my first blog entry last year. I was having my summer classes, busy with my band and still on the go with my love life. I didn’t realize that my blog just turned 1 last April.

My biology class last year was a catastrophe to me. I hated moving exams, microscopes and dissections. After 6 weeks of desolation, I finished the course. I passed. And a year after, some friends in lower year mutter loathe of the subject as well.

All I can say is, “Wala lang yan, madali lang biology. Papasa ka din! Ako nga, puro bagsak sa moving exams, pero pumasa pa din, education majors naman kayo eh, automatic pasado.”

("It’s too chicken, biology is just easy. You will surely pass. I even flunked during my moving exams and still managed to make it. You guys are education majors; you’ll surely pass the subject automatically.” )

And now.. my summer class is about to end.

Curriculum Development and Family Planning. (Educ 118 and Educ 20). I also have Philippine History but I don’t count it as a subject. I just take my catnap while the teacher babbles. Hahaha!

Curriculum Development is a hell subject for all of us. Not because I don’t want to make a curriculum. It’s fun actually, but the problem falls to the teacher. He’s a perfectionist. There’s nothing wrong with being Mr. Perfect but he just doesn’t realize that some students aren’t good as he is.

I have a chronophobia. I hate deadlines. Pressure and cramming.

I took a pop quiz earlier, and I got 10/25. Arrrghhh.. I hate the subject so much. I didn’t make half of it.

But, I’m happy.

Because Marc is always there for me. He makes me laugh. He’s my only friend who reminds me that life is still enjoyable. We laugh at the teacher. We feel sorry for him because he probably had gone through tough situations during his college years. We call him, Mr. “DeMon”tebon. Hence, with all the hardships, summer classes are still fun.

You know what?

I just realized that Biology is just an easy subject. How ironic is this statement compared to my agony last year. I was about to curse it, you know.

There are times when we face a difficult trial and we apt to be suicidal. That’s not the attitude.

We have to make something in order to finish the task that is given. Even if it’s hard.

Because, few years later, you will just look back to that memory and just grin at it.
It will be called “experience”.

So, whatever trials you face right now, enjoy them. Feel the problem. Cry. Scream.

Call this a cliché but, I’m starting to believe it.

“This too, shall pass.”

Last hug

2009-05-17T08:02:00.000-07:00

I’m being ruthless.
I wholly screwed up.
I want to cry.

My ex-girlfriend totally closed her door for me. We broke up last January with a very unsound reason. I could still remember the day she excitedly got in my car, and gave me a warm embrace. We hadn’t seen each other for the Christmas break, and most of the time, we exchange hugs and kisses to show our temporary yearning for each other. It was a typical “nice-to-see-you-again” day. But, the preceding days before that, my mind had gone nuts. I was a big time loser.

I become so selfish and numb about her feelings. We were having tons of brawls, months prior to that. We were swimming in the seas of decadence. We invaded our unblemished souls. And as a returned missionary, it could’ve been stopped. She was an angel to me. She’s a naïve and acquiescent girl. I can’t imagine myself doing those things to her. I corrupted her.

A marriage proposal could be a solution. Hence, I snuck-out my desire for an early nuptial to avoid the offense. But, I could sense that she didn’t want to. She’s way too young and her mom has dreams for her. I was helpless. We were.

On that day, I became the devil’s advocate. Even though it’d break our hearts, I had to stop it. I discussed the matter to her and I noticed the tears in her eyes were slowly plummeting. My heart was crushed.

Being a man is not easy. It’s tough. I wanted to cry but I didn’t want her to see it.
She’s mature and understanding. She always cried days and months after our break up. I could feel that she was crying alone even in my sleep. She loved me so much. Every time I remember her ‘last hug’, I couldn’t help but become teary-eyed.

Months after, our approach to each other became very bitter. We had some casual chats in the internet and SMS, and I could sense that she wanted me back. But, I was trying to ignore it. Even if it hurts to me big time.

Until now, she still couldn’t accept our break up. So could I. But, we both have to move on.

I respect her so much that I don’t want to be the reason for her future griminess. I feel so blameworthy. I could’ve done better.

Earlier, she officially closed her door. She doesn’t want to communicate with me anymore. No chats, no SMS. She wants to erase me from her memory. She wants to live a new life. Without me.

Right now, I would be happy for her if she finds a man who can reciprocate her love hundred times.

To you, I’m sorry for the things that I’ve done.
Sorry for acting like a total jerk.

But, I promise, that someday, you would thank me. For the decision that I’ve made.
All the hatred, anger and resentment toward me, will be forgotten and you would understand why I couldn’t get back to you.

I loved you dearly honey.

Goodbye.

Another beatle blog

2009-04-27T07:23:00.000-07:00

One of my categories here in my blog is the ‘Idols’. I don’t really write about other personalities except they passed my own set of qualification and standard of being a real star. First, you have to be celebrated in the whole wide world, second, you should be able to sweep all the other contenders in your own field and be a consistent number one for at least 10 years. Third, even a little kid must know you even if you’re dead.

I’m going to write something about the new band that I learned to love. This posse is being introduced to me by my father 13 years ago, and dude, you will not believe me, 2 of them are already deceased.

I’m talking about John, Paul, George and Ringo. The Beatles.

There are probably hundreds and thousands of write-ups about them, but the good thing about it is that everyone has a unique story of their own bump into.

I was 9 years old when my brother and I used to play our action figures jut like some other kids during our time. I was a 90’s kid by the way. We’re fascinated by the WWF characters. I can still remember that my burly British bulldog and my brother’s favorite, Undertaker were about to have a match. Of course, it would be more realistic if there was background music on their entrance. So I scurried up to look for cassette tapes which I could use for the entrance of my toy.

And I found an old yellow cassette tape. I put it in the player and listened. All I could remember is that there was a sticky sounded guitar with a nice drum roll. And Man, with a 9 year old ears listening, I was blown away.

Damn, I like it.

And until now, I can still remember the first Beatle song that I listened. It was ‘COME TOGETHER’.

I always believe that you will not be called a musician if you can’t sing at least 5 Beatle songs by heart. If you aren’t, you can hum a tune at least.

If you don’t know what I’m saying, then you should get a life.

When Mp3’s and digital music are born, I bought a full collection of Beatles Music. And damn, they are amazing. I realized that with only 4-track analog recording process, they had come up with real music, how much more if they used the modern day digital recording. They would surely hit MTV and other music channel.

Sad to say, John Lennon died more or less 20 years ago. He was shot by a fan named Mark Chapman. When I watched the movie about the killing of Mr. Lennon, the emphasis of it is the paradigm of Chapman who professed that he read a book entitled ‘Catcher in the Rye’ before he assassinated Lennon. He had his own reasons. I believe in him. And until now, he’s not admitting of the charge.
I always see that book every time I go to bookstores. I wanna read it some other time. Interesting.

George Harrison is my favorite beatle songwriter. He’s the romantic, witty yet serious poet of the fab four. Try to listen to “Something”, “While my guitar gently weeps” (I think Taylor Swift took the concept from him. Haha), “My sweet lord”, and “If I needed someone” if you guys want to know what I mean. He’s just amazing. The beatle lead guitarist shouldn’t have died.

Paul Mcartney and Ringo Starr are still alive of course. I have seen some interviews of them lately and they can still rock. But just like the other legends, they would someday be depleted.

There will never be another Beatles. Right know, I just enjoy their songs and watch their aged black and white videos.

I learned one thing about them.

It’s how to be enormous in unfussiness.
The Greatness in Simplicity.

Bad flicks day

2009-04-26T07:43:00.000-07:00

One of the new things about me is my love for movies.

My addiction started when I met Mr. Torrent, Orbit IMDB. My insatiable appetite for flicks became unstoppable. Hence, downloading unreleased movies here in the Philippines, became my past time.

I can truly appreciate great films, and easily spot the ugly ones too.
Too bad for me, I’ve seen two of the most stupid movies in my entire life, yesterday. I’m a good Filipino film critic, though the industry isn’t producing well made flicks lately, I still managed to watch one under duress.

T2. (Unfortunately, I watched this on the big screen. Such a waste of money.)

Maricel Soriano’s acting is splendid. Not a big fan of her but I can say, she can really act well. With the special participation of John Lloyd Cruz, (he’s not included in the cast of characters, because he’ll swathe the diamond star if he is.) it surely became a hit.
But as I watch the film, it slowly becomes a douche bag. It sucks balls. The cinematography’s very amateur and of course the renowned special effects, which I anticipated more to be great, also sucked. It wasn’t riveting at all. The storyline is very gay. Arrrgghh.. How I wish there’s a ‘money-back’ for viewers if they’re not satisfied.

American HighSchool.

I watched this on the DVD forcibly. The last movie I watched that really really looked like this was dodgeball. I always hate this kind of movie, I’m not an American Pie-Scary Movie onlooker, and I prefer to watch Sci-Fi and Chick flicks. From the start of the film till the end, all I can say that this is the worst American movie ever made. Rotten tomatoes for the makers of it. You should all get a life.

No time for losers

2009-04-19T03:09:00.000-07:00

Three months have passed since I inscribed something from my thoughts down to this blog.

Life has been so drastic in coping up with challenges from January to April. I was reading my old entries, and it seemed that 2008 was a great year for me. Oh, well... I started the 2009 off beam.

I still have 8 months to work it out. Some good things just never come out at once. I have to earn them.

I lost a loved-one. I took the risk of leaving her for the sake of endeavoring bigger future. Not for me, but for both of us. She may not understand it right now, but she will, someday. I was holding her with my bare hands, grasping her stiff and all of a sudden, I let go.

I love you.

I finished my junior year as a college. Being a twenty plus in a circle of nineteen year olds, is a challenge for me. I’m having a hard time getting along with them, especially, that my course consists of mostly, lasses.

Ironically, I decided to run as a student leader. And I won.
I’m the new Vice President of the College of Education Student Organization in University of San Carlos. Just like that, and my life this year would be totally different. I wasn’t expecting to win, though. I had tough opponents.

Leadership is not a new thing for me. I had served with different kinds of people. Thanks to my full-time mission. Three fourths of my leadership skills were honed in the field.

3 semesters more and I’ll be getting my college diploma. I don’t know what happened to my batch mates. Some of them are working abroad already, some are baby-manufacturers and some just don’t know where to go.

I don’t know what my future would be, but I’m definite that I’m sauntering the right path.

How does the Queen Song go again?

“I've paid my dues
Time after time
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand
Kicked in my face
But I've come through”

The disclosed festival I hardly knew

2009-01-19T10:30:00.000-08:00

Students of Literature may sometimes be required heaps of reading and never ending dissection of small words with huge meaning from the bygone times. Which is a good thing for me because, reading has been my past time ever since. But I couldn’t imagine that by just being a student of literary classics, the ‘unsealed’ part of me would one day disclose.

A non-catholic and non-Cebuano like me, attending the prestigious ‘Sinulog’ seems to not robust with the way I treated it. It was different this time because I really had to attend. In other words, I had to do it for the sake of occurrence and for being fair with my partner, Hannah.

The Saturday event was a little bit tedious because of the traditional Sto. Nino procession. The roads were closed. Multitude was scattering around the city with a convoy of marching bands and the sinulog-goer aficionados.  It was fun seeing the people professing their faith to the saint and at the same time being able to share their beliefs with their fellow Cebuanos.

My other subject also required me to be a part of human barricade. It was unavoidable. (I was actually avoiding it for a couple of years ago, but now, I really had to do it.)

Right after the parade, I tried to bond with the massive amount of people slowly walking and praying along the road while I was deadly heading for my other destination, and man, it was totally another experience for me. Whew!

Before the Sunday came, I really had to decide whether I’d go back to Lapu-Lapu where I’m residing or just stay in the city because of the closed roads. Around midnight, together with my friends, I decided to sleep over with my classmate’s crib. Nonetheless, before we reached his house, my car’s gas pedal got broken. So, we welcomed the Sinulog by fixing my car. We went home around 2 am.

The Sunday happening was a gigantic one. I was fascinated with the colorful floats the celebrities who visited Cebu just to be part of this festival. Together with my friends, I enjoyed every minute of dancing and street-partying which are the things that every Cebuano is proud of.

During the night, I joined the long-traditional-tiring street-walking together with my friends. It was indeed another experience for me because there were no vehicles, no traffic lights, no enforcers, just a pair of slippers, full of dancing and my trusty feet. The long hike was great. I could feel my sweat coming out from my pores but I didn’t want to end it.

Reading about festivals in my literature subject is another story from being one who really did experience it. It was fun, tiring, yet memorable.

I’m looking forward for my another Sinulog event for the next years to come.

Year Ender Post - 2008

2008-12-30T21:52:00.000-08:00

Oh, yeah! It’s my year-ender post! I couldn’t find any words to describe how my two thousand and eight went. It’s a year of ups and downs, lefts and rights. It’s the year when I faced some unexpected dramas from my backdrop; nostalgic moments.

Drop D.

Jenny (my guitar) has been a good pal to me this year. I didn’t know that she’d be much of help for my financial needs up to my guilty pleasure. I started the year with her when we were invited for an intermission number at the Cebu International Convention Center for the Jamboree event, we sucked big time. Urggh!!

She also helped me to write songs for other people which in the long run became a conduit for me to form a band unexpectedly. Hence, A lil bit of Joyce was born. 
I promised myself last 2007 to take a rest and pay no attention to my “musical desires” But, he was so quick to run after and chase me. And there I was, the ever-so submissive guy, answered the call of music. And boom, I rocked and rolled.

We produced an EP, played at different music bars, gained scanty of reputation and had our wallets loaded! It’s my favorite part in the process, actually.

Speaking of being filthy loaded; I had a part-time job while I was studying. A foreign lady asked me to teach her daughter how to play piano. I taught her for 5 months. Nothing happened.
She didn’t learn anything.
I just became P1, 000 richer every week.

New Hooks.

This is the year when I became an artsy guy. I just got so fascinated on how Films and Photography produce beauty in our verve. I became a movie buff. I crossed the threshold of lomography and later on learned that there is also an art in synthetic toys.
Oh, well, I’m still inlove with Pinoy Alternative, but I couldn’t believe that I would be so hooked into acoustic-pop music this year.
New influences.
New explorations.
New me.

She

Chic has been and is a great girlfriend to me, she’s been my bestfriend, teacher, little sister and example. She’s with me throughout the year. She saw my ups and downs, my best and my worst.
A year with her is amazing, though you could always see a Dela Hoya-Pacquiao match if you were always with us, but its ok, Pacquiao always wins. Hehehe! (I’m Dela Hoya)
Thanks for every particle of patience you’ve showered to me.

Factions

Friends come and go. I just wonder how many of my close friends would carry on staying with me for another 10 years. Hmmm..
I gained and lost many good friends this year. Some of them needed to pursue something for themselves, some just forgot me and some are born crazy. It’s fine. I see myself in them, too. I just hope that my friends’ circle would widen for this upcoming year.

Issues and Events

Obama was elected as the first black and new President of the United States. Boston Celtics is the NBA Champ, Heath Ledger died. There was an Eraserheads reunion, Oil price increased almost up to P60.00 (good, that there’s now a rollback), and Manny Pacquiao became an International Sports Icon. (Proud to be Noypi!). These were some of the huge events I remembered that happened this year.
I wanna be surprised next year.
An Eraserheads reunion part 2 would be great news. 

Year 2008 is unforgettable..
It always keeps getting better and better and better every year.

Wait, I can now hear Judas’ Belt from afar.

Araaaay! Putol ang daliri.

Manigong bagong taon sa lahat! Kapayapaan! 

The jobless talk

2008-11-29T23:41:00.001-08:00

This entry could qualify for my advance year ender stories, just in case I can’t make it on December. (Sometimes, I just get so lazy to write something in my highly maintained blog which nobody reads and gives any comment at all. Huhuhu! :( My “writing mood” spontaneously comes in any jiffy.)

It’s already past the 11th month of the year, and tons of stuff happened the entire year, couldn’t recall some of them but all I can say is that it went way too fast.
My music life smiled at me this year. I was able to form an acoustic band for the nth time of my struggling music career, I experienced my first live radio interview, radio performance, an album and even a job, which sustained at least a movie ticket, oil for my car and a fast food chain meal for my girlfriend every week. Ain’t bad at all.

I also got to teach a Korean student how to play keyboards and sometimes squeeze in her English subject if time permits. I had 2 jobs at the same time. Wow for me, I was a superman.

My grades went a ‘lil lower compare to my last year’s performance. But it was fine with me because at the back of my head, I know, I’m earning. My first semester was busy as crap. I didn’t even feel that I still have a time for myself. I felt a security with these jobs and so I didn’t mind balancing my life. I was like juggling 6 balls with my hands.

When the second semester started, my Korean student became a burden to me. My schedule for classes doesn’t match my old schedule last semester. I quit the job.

My regular acoustic act also gasped in a painful way. The restaurant owner doesn’t want us to play in his bar. He wants fresher band. (6 months is already enough for a regular band to stay at the same bar) .The more my fingers get prickly to play my guitar, the more he halts it.

And now, I’m unwaged, jobless student.

New fine-tuning for my 2nd semester, more time for me, my loved ones, friends, and studies.

You know, my wallet has full of empty spaces too.

I'm sick :(

2008-11-18T03:51:00.000-08:00

I have a disease. An ailment that I’m hiding for a couple of years now.
A disease that I myself wasn’t aware I acquired.

It goes through me. It destroys every sentiment I have. I’m struggling; there are times when a tear drops in my eye every time I couldn’t hold this typical yet destructive emotion. I have read tons of stuff on how to cure this virus, I even turned to Mr. Google, and I admit, It alleviates, but most of the time, the inner me wins over it. I cry again.

My possessiveness in a relationship is killing me. I can still remember the moment that Chic and I sat down to have our “relationship agreement” right after she gave her big “YES” to me. I asked her how she expects the relationship to be. We exchanged our likes and dislikes, and her wish that was very vivid to me until now, is when she uttered “Ayoko ng possessive, ayoko ng sinasakal”. I understand. She wanted to be sure, she trusts me, and since she’s a noob in a romantic relationship, I did the handling., The over-jealous-possesive-pathetic-guy. I also took the risk in trade for the woman I love. I forgot that I have a disease.

She has a lot of guy friends. Chic grew up to be surrounded with boys which is totally opposite to the way I know a rightful woman should be. But she has lived her life in that way. Hence, I should embrace it as well.

And so, my disease, from mild, went severe.

We started to quarrel about her guy friends. If I were to be asked, I don’t want her to be with them because I know how a guy thinks. Sometimes a guy may appear to be friendly but he is actually hitting the other side of the aim. (You understand me guys) Chic always gets mad at me every time I blow a fuse on this. If I get mad, she does too, which in the end, I loss because I don’t want her to be barmy.

I can’t bite my tongue forever.
I want to explode.
I love her.

But I’m suffering.

Portrait

2008-11-06T01:43:00.000-08:00

Model: Kristelle Glodo
Camera: Nikon FM10
Film: Expired Solid Gold 200

Jet Lag

2008-10-25T23:18:00.000-07:00

I just got home from a vigorous vacation in Manila. It was one of my most memorable retreats this year. Technically, I could really say that my itinerary for the week was followed. I was able to buy tons of new stuff. I had my Christmas, and year-end shopping. And take note, I won’t fritter any bread for shirts and shoes for the next 12 months. I don’t really go for shopping but once I planned for it, you’d be surprised. I’m a one day millionaire.

It was a 5-day vacation. 5-worth-it-day stay in Manila. I visited my relatives, went to new places, bought new stuffs and reunite with my old friends and acquaintances.

Oh, how I wish I could stop the time...

On my last day, I took my plane ticket and felt a lil’ gloomy upon knowing my vacation would soon come to its end. I was teary eyed when I set foot on the plane. I’m going to leave Manila again for the nth time of my life.

While the aircraft was soaring, I realized that I really need to get back to work.
Cebu is the place where I get busy, where I get to face the real life, where I deal with real people.

I can see the new scoundrels of my life. They’re coming.

Here I am. Standing.

Alone.

The Second semester. My tutee. My band. Worries about my girlfriend (which gobble down my brain) and lastly, Myself.

I hope I can get through with this.
Pray for me.

ALBOJ is Hibernating reply

2008-10-14T21:18:00.000-07:00

Originally posted by Wendy at www.lbjmusic.multiply.com
lolzz...

yes...alboj is hibernating....

why dya say so??

because there aren't any gigs aside from Friday at Iamik's

there are no side gigs...no extra pays..

no recordings.,no new music..

well there are lyrics though that still dont have a melody...

stagnant lyrics..lol

what happened??

Jared's been busy with "LOMO" go see for yourself...

Vee's busy with her duty in the Hospital...

and school....

and thesis......

So...what's gonna happen now...??

tell the fans to demand for ALBOJ!!

DEMAND FOR THEM!!

This freakin' band can't even produce copies of their EP...

THEY SUCK A LOT!!!

anyway..where is their manager by the waY?

Oh,,,neil...he's been busy...he's been having a hard time.... dealing with the situation which just happened...

just...you get the idea right????

yeah...anyway.....new album coming up???

no i don't think so...

as long as they're still studying...

there won't be any...

But hopefully though...by summer...
when Vee graduates....

is she gonna graduate????

of course she will you idiotto....!!!!

so..what's up at Iamik's???

well...there's beer...people...the band...cute girls...korean women...fags...macho guys...cute guys...all sorts of people...and of course---

CHICKEN all YOU WANT!!!

what do you want to tell the fans???

Pls...tell ALBOJ to f*ck off!! ahhahha..so they'll move their asses...on workin on something new...

What's up with the band!!!???

And I have post reply.. :)

I’m a man of few words but this time, I think I really have to jabber.

Music has always been my passion. And anyone who knows me personally would indisputably say that I have been born glued with it.

I’ve been scraping my acoustic guitar strings off for A lil bit of Joyce for almost 5 months now, uhmm..more or less 6. And it’s kind of new to me, since I was used to make utilize my guitar screeching electric guitar back in the day. But, in the long run, I enjoyed it. Really put my heart into it. My new music.

Wendy has been writing lyrics for the band and I write melodies for them. It was easy for me to situate tunes for them since we’re some kind of an acoustic poppish queerish group. So, no pains at all.

The classes had started. Weeks passed and we got busy and whatnot, but things are operating well. Eventually we got tired of being “not-another-show band-who-kisses your @*& off”, so, we decided to be unique.

“We will make an EP!” our manager said.

My heart thumped into joy since I have been dreaming of recording, mixing and selling my own kind of music ever since.

And I admit, I was so excited that I almost flunked into one of my major subjects during that time. I don’t care; it’s the music that matters. This is what I’m dreaming of. We’ll make it big.

The production of our Extended Play album was not a bed of roses. It’s hard.

The good thing about it is I understand the process.

Making an independent album is like getting yourself enrolled in a new University without having your transcript of records.
It’s a do-it-yourself style. And it was fine with me.

We would work this crap together. Wendy and I.

But suddenly, what would you feel if you’re supposed to be working on a team and felt you’re just alone? Working alone.

The night before the EP launching made me realize that, indeed, I was alone.
I hate it when someone’s being anesthetized.
I’m being enraged when someone deceits me.
My trust has been blown right away.
Our hearts are supposed to be on the album and not on somebody else’s.
And that was the time I realized, that I might as well, put my heart on other things.

I have a new love. It’s Athena. My friends and love ones prop up with my new fad.
No one objects. No one.

As for my final words,
Don’t expect for new albums.
New gigs. New stuffs about us. It’ll be the same. Freakin’ the same.
We’ll play and have our coin purses loaded.
You can still see us play at Iamiks but don’t expect for more.

So, quit whining.

I’ll probably work my ass off with this band if she gets back into work. Uhmm..no. If she puts her heart back to where it’s supposed to be.

Oh, by the way..
Please request “Area Under the curve” (Her 1st single) at Monster Radio. 105.9.
Rakenrol! See you guys at Iamiks!

My 2 cents.

We're not fighting. It's just an empty argument.
Peace.

Lomoloco and Manila Fever

2008-10-09T04:43:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow would be my final and dreadful day of this first semester distress. At last! (Whew! didn't imagine how bad this semster would be)

I’m screwing things up lately and yet blissful about it.
I’m expecting a lil’ boost of my grades this final quarter, though I really didn’t do my crappin’ best, oh, well, que sera, sera as they say.

Hooks.

I’ve been so fascinated with new stuffs lately. I love to explore and try fresh things.

And one of them is Lomography.

I started to learn about it 2 weeks ago, and to my surprise, didn’t notice that I’m now pampering myself with a new hobby. I excavated the internet thought to invest and try exploring it with my bare hands. So, I purchased a 2nd hand Holga 135BC from veteran Lomographer Carla Nuere. And I named her Athena.

Mo Twister one day said in his radio show that guys who name and label their things are gays. Well, what can I do? She has to be named.

Here's a sample pic of her first roll using an expired Fuji Reala. The rule? Shoot from the hip!

A shot from the hip. I was just wondering why did this kid know that I was shooting, Man, It was supposed to be sudden and candid.

Manila, comin’ home!

I would be taking my semestral break in Manila! Wow for me! I missed the polluted contaminated oxygen produced by the jeepneys. I’m gonna bring Athena with me.

I’m gonna..

Sip my Slurpee.

Go to Mall of Asia.

Try Imax.

Play at Quantum.

Eat at Wendy’s.

Pass Quiapo Church.

Hop at Monumento.

Get off at Ever Gotesco.

Stay at Raja Sulayman.

Shop at Greenhills.

Attend sessions at Manila Philippines Temple.

Fixated

2008-09-15T23:15:00.000-07:00

I knew it.

I certainly knew it.

This blog would only last for a dumpy period of time. And I’m not surprised.

I haven’t been updating this blog lately for unknown reasons. I have becoming a slob these past few months and I even became oblivious of the stuff that I need to work on.

My grades are not as good as they were last year. I can only tot up with my fingers those grades which fall in line of 1. Most of them are swimming in the pond of 2’s. Oh, well, I was devastated upon learning this, so I paced 7 steps backwards and look what is really up with my life and me. Dang it! I’m nowhere.

I got so focused with my part time jobs and love life. I forgot that I still have priorities to do. My band is still striking whilst the iron is hot, and I have and am devoting myself lately to the one I love.

She’s on her last year in college and preparing to march onstage for graduation rites. I couldn’t help but think of her everyday, what she’s up to and at some point even to the things she’s thinking. I’m becoming fixated on her.

Hence, my grades went down. But I don’t blame anyone or anything about this. It’s totally up to me on how to keep the wheels rolling. I love my band and my girlfriend. I just need to refocus and return back to battle.

20 firsts

2008-08-20T06:59:00.000-07:00

1. Who was your first love?
Kristelle
2. Who was your first kiss and when?
Vanessa. June 2001
3. Who was your first prom date?
Vanessa
4. Who was your first room mate?
Elder Alburo
5. What was your first job?
Music Instructor. 2003
6. What was your first car?
White Kia Pride.
7. When did you go to your first funeral?
Uhmm..When I was 5 years old, 1990.
8. When did you first play sports?
When I was 7 years old
9. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown?
13
10. Who was your first grade teacher?
ma'am canoy
11. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?
sa cebu.
12. Who is your first best friend?
none.
13. Where did you go for your first date and who was it with?
forgot na.
14. When you first sneak out of your house, who was it with?
never done it yet
15. Who was your first best friend and are you still friends with them?
none.
16. Who was the first person to send you flowers?
you're gay.
17. Where was your first place away from your parents house?
Isabela.
18. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day?
Marc Labastillia.
19. Who's wedding were you first in as a bridesmaid/groomsmen?
Ring bearer. My distant uncle
20. What do you wash first in the shower?
hair.

yeah, boring..

2008-08-17T06:33:00.001-07:00

Your Dominant Intelligence is Musical Intelligence

Every part of your life has a beat, and you're often tapping your fingers or toes.

You enjoy sounds of all types, but you also find sound can distract you at the wrong time.

You are probably a gifted musician of some sort - even if you haven't realized it.

Also a music lover, you tend to appreciate artists of all kinds.

You would make a great musician, disc jockey, singer, or composer.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

Survey 101

2008-08-14T22:08:00.000-07:00

Just to keep this blog alive, ill just answer this survey i found on friendster.

1. complete this phrase: "if only i could..."
"turn back the hands of time.." hehehe... i think it's an R Kelly classic

2. did you get enough sleep last night?
I think so. 12 am is quite early for me.

3. what were you doing before you slept last night?
chatting

4. first thing you thought about this morning when you woke up?
"Thank God it's Friday.. my last midterm exam and choir stuff is over"

5. do u ever wonder why the sky is blue?
no

6. Did you ever try to skip meals?
yeah

7. lights on or off?
whichever

9. are you afraid of the dark?
no.

10. favorite hangout/s?
caym. hehe.. i don't really hangout. my girlfriend does.

11. people you can't live without?
family and chic2x

12. what are your plans for tonight?
sing my heart out for Elder Bednar and dinner with my Chic2x

13. favorite song when you're sleepy?
none. stupid.

14. Do you love someone, right now?
yes!

15. are you a giver or a taker?
both.

16. if you could choose another name, what would it be?
Richard. hahaaha

18. last text message from?
Mi Miel

20. stuck on a desert island & could have only one KIND of food for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Bibimbab

21. favorite tv commercial/s?
Parokya's Nescafe

22. if you were dead and your soul was given another chance, what would you do first?
be invisible and stalk. hehe

23. if you could choose your eye color, what color would you like to have?
light brown

24. what are the things you always bring?
wallet, pen and cellphones.

25. what did you want to be when you were a kid?
a doctor. hehe

26. what do you usually do when the clock turns 12 am?
check www.buzz.yahoo.com to look for new chismis worldwide

28. is it easier to be a boy or a girl?
i don't fetchin know.

29. one thing you will never do?
dance.

30. one thing you regret the most?
nothing.

31. Anong song ang pinapatugtog mo?
Kimya Dawson - Loose Lips

32. San ka galing kanina?
sa school

33. Sinong huli mong nakausap sa phone?
Si Vane. Di sinasaja

34. Sinong iniisip mo ngayon?
Si Kristelle

35. Happy ka ba ngayon?
Oo naman.

36. Kamusta naman ang life mo?
ayos naman.

37. Mabilis ka bang magsawa?
Hindi gaano.

38. Gusto mo bang makipag telebabad sa telephone?
Nong elementary pa ko. Nung di pa uso yung cellphone at chat

39. Sinu ksama mo ngayon?
Si Jared lang.

40. Pagod ka ba ngayon?
Hindi

41. Saan ka pupunta ngayon?
Dito muna sa bahay, tapos sunduin si Kristelle.

42. Umiyak ka ba kanina?
hindi

43. Mahilig ka ba sa surprises?
Di pa ko nasurpresa. Ang huli pa yata nung 2001. Retreat namin nung Highschool.

44. Anong gusto mong gawin ngayon?
doze off

45. San mo gustong pumunta?
Sofa

46. Umiinom ka ba ng mga alcoholic drinks?
hindi

In love..

Flash: Eraserheads Reunite

2008-07-13T08:22:00.000-07:00

I was surfing the net and received a "send to all" message from Silent Sanctuary's Anjo. ;)

Anjo: Ola! konting updates tungkol sa paborito ninyong bandang may violin at cello:

a.) kakatapos lang namin magshoot for the kundiman music vid kanina lang. may bago na tayong video sa end of july

b.) we're hitting the studios very very very soon! catch us at our bar gigs kung curious kayo about our new songs haha Ü refer nalang sa gigsked below.

c.) eksayted na kami: KITA KITS SA ERASERHEADS CONCERT! WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!! 083008

UPDATED GIGSKED

JULY!!!

[16] Ozamis
[17] Dayo Bar, QC
[22] Mayric's, Espana (Sulit Nights! w OBF Bands)
[25] 19 East, Paranaque
[26] Saguijo (Guns 'N Roses Night! Rvolver Productions)
[28] Mayric's Itchyworms Party
[31] Bigsky Mind

Jared Uy: eraserheads?
Anjo: yep!
Jared Uy: tribute?
Anjo: hindi
Anjo: reunion concert
Jared Uy: hmm..
Jared Uy: ely marcus buddy raimund??
Anjo: oo nga
Anjo: hahha
Jared Uy: gotta be kidding me
Jared Uy: hehe
Anjo: haha kaw bahala

I searched for it and it is indeed true! The Eraserheads will going to have a one night concert!!

Jared Uy: anak ng....
Jared Uy: totoo nga ah!
Jared Uy: ayus!!
Anjo: hahaha

I got this from PHILIPPINE STAR online. www.philstar.com

Flash: Eraserheads reunite!

Sunday, July 13, 2008
Yes, it’s confirmed: The Eraserheads are reuniting after many years of being apart, not for good but only for one show slated for Aug. 30 at the CCP Open Grounds.

According to the STAR source, all the original members (photo) are performing — Ely Buendia, Buddy Zabala, Marcus Adoro and Raimund Marasigan.

This piece of good news should make the Eraserheads fans very happy.

Said to be the ‘greatest Pinoy band,’ the Eraserheads will sing all their hit songs, including Alapaap, Toyang and Ang Huling El Bimbo.

So much water, so to speak, has flowed under the bridge since the band broke up years ago.

Ely, who survived a heart attack two years ago, has formed two bands, Mongol (which didn’t last long) and Pupil (still playing).

‘It took one big company to bring the former band members together,’ said the source who is keeping the company’s identity ‘confidential’ for the time being.

Really now, don’t the Eraserheads fans wish that the band would stay together not just for a one-night-only concert but for good...for old time’s sake?— Ricky Lo

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Very clear! I'm so excited!!

Love Exit and Pulis Patola

2008-07-06T07:02:00.000-07:00

EP Launching

This is my first entry for July. I really got so busy doing good and stupid things lately. My mind was so focused on the production of our EP. Anyway, the launching went well. The venue was so jam-packed that most of them weren’t able to get some seats inside the bar. They had to wait for other customers to leave before they could get in I think we sold at least 25 CDs last night out of the 35 initial copies we’ve made. “Still you and me’ and “Negative Star” are mostly the crowd’s favorites. Buddy Roy and DJ Loren of Wild FM were there, and I heard, people from Y101 have also attended and bought a cd. Thanks Guys! ‘Twas a good start for a novice band like us. For those who attended the EP Launching, friends, families, supporters, critiques, and regular gig-goers, Thank you!

For more information about the EP, just log in to: www.lbjmusic.multiply.com. Salamat po!

Pulis Patola

I was driving along Basak Road earlier this morning heading to church when suddenly, a dorky looking traffic enforcer blew his whistle and asked me to park beside the road. I was so dubious. I wasn’t passing a one-way road, I have my license with me, and definitely, I wasn’t over speeding.

Enforcer: (In Cebuano) Ser, pwede po ba makita yung registration ng kotse?
Jared: Ay, teka po! (I grabbed the envelope that contains the OR/CR inside the compartment)
Enforcer: Naku, expired na po eto ser! Tara ho, sama kayo sakin sa opisina, violation po ito.
Jared: Ser naman, papunta napo ako sa simbahan, pangako, bukas na bukas, ipaparegister ko na ito, mejo baguhan pa ho ako dito sa Cebu. Kilala niyo ho ba si Boss Abugan? (My dad used this tactic in Manila using a highly positioned officer in LTO to scare the enforcer)
Enforcer: Naku, matagal na pong wala yun, apat na taon na! Tara po, sama kayo sakin!

My mind was totally blank, I couldn’t think rightfully.
After pleading of dropping my violation, he went to a point where to the most common finale in the traffic scene.

Enforcer: Sige na, hindi ko na kukunin lisensya mo, bayaran mo na lang ‘to!
Jared: Magkano ho?
Enforcer: P600.

I wanted to clout him directly into his old face upon learning the value of this non-sense violation.

Jared: Oh, eto po! (Handing him the money)
Enforcer: Iipit mo sa papel.

My P500 was gone. I went to church and told everything to my parents and some friends, they only have one reaction. “Ang Laki ng binigay mo!”

And my answer is, “Kesa maperwisyo ako binigyan ko na lang!”

Miriam Defensor Santiago once was planning to pass a bill about this. She wanted the vehicle that violated the LTO rules or something to just pay the traffic officer directly the time he got caught. No hustle picking up the driver’s license in LTO, No 8-hour impractical seminar, just directly pay the traffic enforcer without any bull crap attached.

Anyway, nothing is going to happen if I keep on whining about the honesty of our officers.
They replicate how the Philippine government lopes.

“Tayo tayo lang naglolokohan dito, mga ungas!”

Plug

2008-06-28T23:33:00.000-07:00

Finally.

My girlfriend's sister

2008-06-26T04:29:00.000-07:00

My teacher could be very very mad at me every time I spend a minute of spontaneous loquaciousness during class discussion. I would understand that.

My dad could blow a fuse, most especially when I accidentally put a graffiti in my car’s headlights because of my futility in driving. I would understand that.

I could drive you nuts if I tell you, you have an air contaminated breath in front of your boyfriend/girlfriend. I certainly would understand that.

But all of a sudden, when your girlfriend’s sister gets mad at you for 3 long months without abruptly speaking to you a bit, I wouldn’t understand that.

I don’t.

And yeah, I’m in a state of bafflement, I don’t get her.

We were in good dealings 3 months ago, we weren’t that close but she hasn’t transformed from a tame girl into a feral one yet during that time.

Our closeness went detour.

I went to her campus one day, talked to her, and accidentally cracked a simple and typical gag which I usually say to anyone; I teased her to a guy whom I knew had a crush on her.

She didn’t like it. She got mad.

And I thought it’d only last for a day.
Text messages, smiles, help from my girlfriend and her mom didn’t and probably won’t work. I tried to trace every single word I said during our last encounter and I couldn’t see any mark of off beam remarks which made her almost curse me to death.

It’s always been hard that someone is mad at you for no apparent reason at all.
For some, it’s most likely okay; but not for me.

To you, my-girlfriend’s-sister, I’m sorry for whatever I’ve done wrong that hurt you.
I didn’t mean it.

I currently don’t have an LQ. (Lover’s Quarrel), it’s different.
It’s GFSQ. Pathetic me.

Blog 101 Excuse Letter

2008-06-19T09:30:00.000-07:00

It’s already June 19.

And yeah, I missed blogging for 18 straight days. If I was enrolled in a blogging 101 subject this semester, my teacher would have given me a “DR” mark on her master list. And I wasn’t around for a while, more than 2 weeks. And there is only one aggravating reason behind all this crap.

My internet connection at home is down. I woke up one morning to check my mail and it stopped working. It was not the first time it happened, and so I did the SOP, I called assistance from the homoistic technical support representatives of Globelines. And they have given me superfluous-hot air assistance. They didn’t care at all, and so did I.

After a week of no-route-almost-eternity-non-effective-calls, we just decided to cut our subscription and alter to another DSL provider. PLDT myDSL. We grabbed a subscription form, and VOILA! The one-day-fast-dsl-installment we see on television ad is a piece of eye booger. We waited for 4-5 days before it got installed.

And just earlier this morning..
Mom: “Jared, ok na yung internet.”
I received her text message while I was answering a diagnostic exam in Math.
My boredom vanished, and suddenly got keyed up.

After a long dense wait, I wanted to go home early to associate with my cyberlife.
I turned on my desktop with a wide grin on my face, and my mind was already thinking of good movies and albums to download, my blog, how my online friends are up to, etc.
I log in to my Yahoo Messenger, opened 3 windows, (one for multiply, my mail and my blog), I couldn’t take my eyes off the monitor, with still a grin on my face.

1 minute.

2 minutes.
3 minutes. 4,5,6,7…

My smirk turned into frown. And I got a realization that it was not working either.
I tried to figure out what was wrong, I turned the modem and router on and off, I even unplugged the connecting cords from the telephone down to my modem, and still, nothing happened.

Freakazoid!!

Finals MVP Paul Pierce is now having a party with the Celtics people, Ces Drilon and the crew are now freed, Unleaded gas went up to P60, Jessica Alba gave a birth but still, my internet connection is down.

Anyway, my nagging won’t do well.
I’ll just have to wait for eternity and probably, spending an hour in an internet café would be a nice hangout place. Yeah, I’m being sarcastic now.

Hopefully, I could post a new entry for this month again.

PS. I’m using a borrowed laptop while writing this blog. 

(Off topic: Happy 7th Monthsary Chic!)

Dramachine

2008-06-01T20:41:00.000-07:00

Jared: English o G.I.?
Neil: Wait.
Jared: Pare, Boston ka ba o Lakers?
Neil: English. Wait lang…

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Jared: Hon, kamusta?
Kristelle: Teka lang hon ha..

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Today is a hectic day for everyone.

Every student needs to get their registration forms and fall in line at their college department for eternity. I’m just too fluky to be enrolled last week. Thanks for the help of Neil.

Anyway, I already got my grades in my biology subjects. 1.8 And 2.4 aint that bad for an indolent undergraduate like me. I really thought I’d flunk. I just now grasp that nobody fails during summer classes. Dim-witted me.

We already finished recording our 6-song EP. Iamiks is willing to be one of the bars included in our EP bar launching. Right now, we’re still selecting for a good title for our debut album.

“Rocky Road”, “I’m Wendy and I’m Jared”, “2:17”, “Love exit” are the titles that have made an impact to us. Any suggestions?

Here’s the final tracklisting:

1. Area Under the Curve
2. Iglap
3. Nasan ka?
4. Negative Star
5. Pik-it
6. Still you and me

We need front act bands for our bar launching. If you’re interested, just go to our site: www.lbjmusic.multiply.com

I always dream a bad figment of the imagination about my girlfriend. There was one time I saw her and her old crush holding hands. Then, just earlier this morning, while I was having my deep dose, I hallucinated that I received a text message from her asking consent from her mom. “Ma, ladies drink lang, then mag night swimming kami til 12 MN. Marami naman kami, boys and girls.” My heart was packed down.

She’s not into those stuffs.

Am I just being too much possessive or what?

I’m a lil worried about my love life. It’s going downhill. I can sense it.

What's been keeping me busy?

2008-05-23T02:21:00.000-07:00

**UPDATES**

1. We're currently recording our most awaited EP. (F.Y.I. Extended Play). We agreed to record at Zubu. :) It's probably one of the most chill and pioneering studios in Cebu. Missing Filemon, Cattski, got to record there back in the day. Bryan of Cattski is our Sound Engineer.. And yeah, we're scheduled to record the band's 4 more remaining songs next week. Gonna be tons of bucks but its definitely worth it.

2. There's a saying, "When one door closes, another door opens.." Alta and Aja are absconded. Kartzone and Asle are still axial. We're not getting any calls from those crappy bars, so we had to look for some other sell-out-producing-taverns(showbands for short), and, thank God, Iamiks Chicken House welcomed us last night with a grin, and just earlier, we received a call from Mr. M's. and he wants us to play at his grillhouse tomorrow. ;) Lucky us!

3. I got my hair cut. it's pretty obvious, isn't it? (Yeah, it sucks balls!)

4. And last, what has been keeping me really really busy? My Kristelle. (She's probably gonna kill me if she sees her face being the most prominent in my collage.) Hush! Hush!

Doppelganger

2008-05-18T08:25:00.001-07:00

Happy and Contented

Inlababo!

Beaming

Boneheads

6-month mark is approaching.. :)

Still a long way to go..

Our feelings stay the same..

They come and go

2008-05-14T05:27:00.000-07:00

1996.

I love youth-oriented shows.

I was a keen fan of TGIS (Thank God its Saturday), a hit youth-oriented TV show produced by GMA-7 more than a decade ago. I always loved to glimpse the cheesy love-story of Wacks (Bobby Andrews) and Peachy (Angelu De Leon), the frolics of Kiko (Red Sternberg) and the never ending drama of Miguel (Michael Flores) and Chris (Raven Villanueva).They portrayed the life of a youngster, their heartbreaks, goofiness, and common troubles. Yeah, yeah, call me gay but I admit, I was really hooked on it.
I always wanted to be a part of their gang back in the day.

That was 1996, and I was still Grade 5.

I gazed up in the sky. And gushed up above,

“Heaven, when can I have my ‘own’ TGIS?”

I envy people who have them. Friends who call you in the middle of the night to ask you out, friends who share their most concealed secrets, I wanted to be included on a circle of clique with 9-10 of us boys and girls. Friends who go to my crib and dig up all my food storage in the fridge that is good for 16 days.

2008.

And my wish was never granted. By no means will it.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a jovial person, I can easily connect to people, I know how to crack a joke in a perfect timing. I just don’t know why I can’t create my own big group myself.

As I was looking through the torn pictures of my Elementary and High School photo albums, I realized, I was wrong. I indeed had some close friends. And the only funny thing I noticed is that I always get to have 2 friends whom I can really call “close”.

The heartrending part is, like most of us did, they just draw closer and walk off.

Here they are, and what they are up to:

Elementary
1992-1994
The Cuties

Alexis – He lived nearby our house; we had the same “sundo” to pick and drop us off school. We were classmates. And girls loved him. (Yeah, he’s good-looking). We separated our paths in 1994. In late 2001, he appeared in a TV Commercial, I think that was Globe, he worked with Vanna Garcia. (See how cute he is! That lucky bastard!) Right now, He’s a councilor in Marilao, Bulacan.

Von2x – We were also classmates from the 2nd Grade until the 3rd grade. He was a smart kid. He has a good sense of humor. We loved to exchange jokes that we usually get from the market’s comic stands. The last time I saw him was June 1998 at our school backyard. He gave me the dirty finger!

1995-1998
The Basketball Players.

Jeff – My one and only best friend in elementary. We were classmates from Grades 4-6.He’s a sporty guy. He’s good at basketball. Has a very good sense of humor. I got hooked on trading NBA cards because of him. We would always stay up late because of those never ending phone conversations about girls and basketball. I think he is still studying right now, forecasting himself to be a future nurse.

Rayman – The only thing I remember about this guy is basketball. He was chosen to be one of the school’s basketball varsity players. We always brawl. I saw his friendster account once, he looks like a Jew. Sucker!

High School (1998-2002)
The Guitarists

Hector- He became my good friend because we both speak the same language. He’s from Manila too. He basically taught me how to play the guitar. He taught me how to love Pinoy Music. I was greatly influenced by him. The bad thing I learned from him is he taught me how to hate English. I never articulated English in school but most of the time I get high marks. He is in Manila right now, abiding his career as a Seaman.

Franc- He was my band mate. He’s first-rate in playing the guitar. And that was the only thing that fused us to be friends. He is working at a call center. I think he’s already married.

College Troops

Martin and Jayve – These two were my first friends in College. They’re the smart bourgeois guys who never lose girls in their palms. They went on to be friends after I left for my mission. Martin is currently taking up Law in the same school. We still see each other every now and then. I got no hearsays about Jayve.

Junrey and Jobert – I love these two. We got the same inclinations and interests. We formed a band called Generation gap which only lasted for 2 years and became non-operational after I left for my mission. We tried to reunite again when I got home from my missionary duties but sad to say it didn’t work out the 2nd point around. Junrey still continues his Music Studies. Jobert graduated, but still a jobless nomad, bumming around the whole Cebu.

I think I will never have the possibility to be in a barkada anymore. And I’m totally cool about it. I’m idyllic; I don’t need your clemency.

I just realize that friends are sometimes residing as momentary companions in our daily endeavors. They’ll influence you. They’ll have you think idiotically; they’ll hurt and love you. They’ll shape you to reach your fullest potentials.

They come and go.

Speed Test

2008-05-13T04:53:00.000-07:00

I got this from Xiaomai. I still remember the time when I always challenge my highschool friends to take the SPEED TEST in MSDOS back in 1999 at our School Computer Laboratory. I was always bragging my 20 Words-Per-Minute achievement right in front of their faces. And my favorite part is when they all drooled over me. None of my friends could get higher than 15!
(And Yeah! We were all ignorant about computers back in the day.)

After almost a decade, my speed went up! Dang, I practiced this skill for 9 years. It could've been higher!

Well, anyway, it's a good way to assess yours. It's your turn now.

Wait up, I only took this test once.

No second take. With 99% accuracy. (I mispelled the word "out". So dumb! Arghh...)

Challenge yourself and Goodluck!

62 words

Speedtest

Album Review: Markus Highway's BEHOLD, REJOICE, SURFERNANDO IS HEAR NAH!

2008-05-12T05:23:00.000-07:00

Rewind. 2003

Ever since the sudden defunct Eraserheads decided to renounce their impact in our Philippine Music scene about 5 years ago, my optimism regarding their reunion slowly began to go downhill. It was in 2003 that the Eraserheads tried bit by bit to pretend that nothing tragic had happened. It’s like Ely Buendia sneaked out to ask permission from the 3 other eraser head that he was just forecasting to go on a vacation.

Yeah, a vacation. For eternity.

Cambio was born. Kris is the say-so. Raimund and Buddy settled. Markus left. Ebe and Diego came in.

And they lived happily ever after.

Teka, teka..

Where did Markus go?
Where the heck is he right now?

Fast forward. 2008

Tantan-nanan-tanan...

Hear ye, hear ye!
BEHOLD, REJOICE, SURFERNANDO IS HEAR NAH!

The last event I remember which he was still connected with the ‘heads was the Book Launching of TIKMAN ANG LANGIT last February 2007 at Powerbooks. He jammed with Cambio with the old song “Magasin”.

I also saw him a few times appear in some tribute and small rock concerts, sometimes solo, sometimes with a band. Sometimes with a different name. Strange, isn’t it?
But now, He’s back! One piece of the Eraser head has risen from the dead with his new straight long hair! And a new album!! So unsullied!

The album is packed with acoustic-rock-surfing music.

The Spicy “Weekend Warrior Blues” caught my attention because of its Filipino savor; to find out that the last guitar part of it is actually the intro of the reggae-ish “Lala”.

“I don’t drink coffee, I drink tea my dear...” Became my favorite tongue twisting line from the song “American Girl” that when I try to sing the line, it becomes “I don’t drink coffee, I drink TREE my dear”. Sucks!

And I’m well agonized with his other crafts like the travel song “Wow Kalabaw”, and the hilarious “Rakenrol” and oodles more.

Anyway, the album is great!! Perfect with the stirring summer season!

For me he’s the only x-eheads left who still has the spirit of ERASERHEADS with him.

Here’s a stanza from the song “Lala”

Well, ang dahilan kung bakit ka nandito ngayon
Sa harap ko at tumatango-tango ay dahil
Gusto mong makinig ng musika
Musikang Pinoy at Pinoy din ang timpla

He got it right!

Questions

2008-05-11T05:11:00.000-07:00

1.Can you cry under water?

2.If there's a wheelchair-bound comedian, is it still called "stand-up"?

3.Why do they call someone "late" if they died early?

4.Do cows drink milk?

5.How do you throw away a garbage can?

6.Why are Pringles curved?

time is up! pass your papers.. :)

High and Low

2008-05-08T03:34:00.000-07:00

Biology.

The 5th week of my biology classes has finally come. I feel a lil panicky about how my grade would turn out this summer. I’m never good at this subject. You can never find any spot of interest and trace of desire for me to learn “the study of life” in my entire anatomy.

So, mordantly speaking, I’m a language major, and definitely, Biology has something to DO with semantics and literature. Right? Hence, I assertively go to school and study cells, ecosystem, genes and what the tissues on your cat’s kidney are up to.

Anyway, 98% of my laboratory and theoretical exams are all hard as a timber.
And, Yes, I’m going to flunk soon. And I’m so totally happy about it.

Cheers!

Blitzed.

We’re jobless.

The band is totally canned for a while. We got ditched by some high people in the music business and I’m a bit enraged.

There are two of them. The Swindler and the Chugger. Let me introduce to you the first one, his name is Joey, the homeless gay nomad who wanted to take a portion of our talent fee. (See my entry on “Summer Blues” for details). And the second one is the fetchin’ crappy owner’s wife of the restobar we played in. (See my entry on “ASLE and Marc” for details).

They dumped us like a piece of booger. (Wait; is there a piece of it? Haha!)

So, No gigs for now for a Lil bit of Joyce.
Just See www.lbjmusic.multiply.com to mourn with us.

Cattski rocks!

We watched Cattski last night play at the Outpost. She’s way awesome. She got to play some of our requests and a little surprised that somebody requested for an original composition. (“Blunder”, their new single, and the very old “High and Low”, my own personal favorite.) I have their EP. It keeps playing on my CD player and Ipod all the time. Cattski’s way of songwriting really mashes the spirit of her spectators. And I can really say that they’re one of my favorite local artists here in Cebu.

Wooohoo! I’m a fan!

Anyway, here’s a video of last night's gig.

Cattski’s “High and Low”.

The Anatomy of a toad

2008-05-05T03:22:00.001-07:00

No, you're not looking at www.rotten.com. You're still navigating my page.

Anyway, I was never able to experience this kind of grodacious activity way back in high school (My highschool biology class taught me how to play guitar..too bad!)so forgive me for being so boorish with you guys.

..PASINTABI PO SA MGA KUMAKAIN..

The Manual

The toad dies with Formaldehyde

Cesarean

Poor Toad

Enjoy your lunch Jared!

By the way, we dissected a pregnant toad. We found some black sticky gel-like small eggs covering her whole internal organs.

Kainan na. ;)

ASLE and Marc

2008-05-03T03:27:00.000-07:00

25, April 2008 @ ASLE GARDEN: We're so lucky because some University of the Philippines - Los Banos guys have jammed with us together with a group of old foreigners who kept on requesting the old pop song "Blue Bayou".

Wendy: "We'll try to play some of your requests, but if it's not included in our playlist, we're so sorry."

I twanked on my guitar playing the OST of the movie JUNO. "Anyone else but you". And to our surprise, they knew every single word of that new song!

Foreigners are easy-to-please crowd. :)

2, May 2008 @ ASLE Garden: It was a totally opposite night than last week's. Some of the people in the crowd were unresponsive. Though, Wendy's regular gig-goer friends were there, it's just so different. I felt that they made a conspiracy to form an amalgamation to sabotage our show last night! It was a totally "dead" gig.

Right after playing the tiring songs, there came the shitty owner's wife who said to our manager that Wendy and I lacked coordination during the entire gig.

Arrggh!!

What else do you guys wanna say? Is that all?

I arrived home at 3 am. So exhausted.

I laid in my bed and began the snooze-o-rama.

I got up @ 11 am and I was home alone. I took a shower,put on my t-shirt and shorts ,opened the fridge and ate my nutritous breakfast. Peanut butter ice cream!

I turned on my TV and DVD to watch Avril Lavigne's "The Flock". At the middle of the boring movie, I fell asleep.

Then, around 6pm, I woke up with a text message from my good friend, Neil.

NEIL: "I'm juz fine here..bsan f nag summer classes ta ron i stl hav d thots of u and jared..miss npud nku a2ng barkadahan bai neil. I hope magpeace na ta.- TXT NI MARC YUN. "

My heart thumped with joy. I wasn't expecting a message from Marc.

Marc has been a good friend of mine. I met him during our 1st semester. He's a total goof yet so admirable. Sometimes a li'l gullible. But he's so smart especially, when it comes to current events. We became very close friends (3 of us) last semester. Then, last March, he had this misapprehension with the new band we formed. He felt that we we're trying to make him my roadie. (I was asking him to carry my guitar..)

He was hurt and so was I.

After our first gig at ALTA Resort, he quit the band. He left the barkadahan.

We tried to fix things. We explained that we didn't mean anything to hurt him. We really didn't intend to.

So I was a bit surprised to receive a message from Neil informing me of an upcoming reunion. I'm excited. I miss my good ol' tropa. I miss Marc!

Wanna see how happy we were?

Here's an MTV I made for him last semester.

Delusion

2008-05-01T02:23:00.000-07:00

Got this from my girlfriend's old blog entry.
It's a tragic short story.

Enjoy.

Delusion
By: Kristelle Glodo

It was on a fine Sunday afternoon around 3:47 pm.

A young girl was sitting all alone in the corner of a sacred place when a young boy passed by.

He caught the attention of the young girl.

She was wondering who the young boy was. Seconds later she found out that she was unconsciously staring at the boy. She had no idea why she did that.

After an hour, the young boy was introduced to the young girl.

Later that night, she was always thinking about him the whole time.

Somewhere at the back of her mind tells her that she has seen that face sometime in her past.

A day passed and she remained puzzled about it.

And another day passed without any hint regarding her strange reminiscence.

By the next day she started to give up on her idea that she had seen that young boy somewhere.

Around 4pm in the afternoon, while the young girl was writing on her journal, a sudden memory hit her!

“It was him... It was him!”

Her mind was rising because it was like the mask of forgetfulness was disclosed.

It happened many years ago when the young girl asked God if she could have a glimpse of her future companion.

And so she had a dream about a young boy but it was indistinct. Hence, she didn’t give any importance to it until one Sunday afternoon.

As time flies, they became good friends.. They sent each other text messages.. And it went on like that for a couple of days and weeks.

And after a while the young girl found out that the young boy was going out with another young girl.

Her heart was trodden. She thought they had something going on but it was all in her imagination.

And the young girl went on with her normal dreary life.

The young boy and the other young girl became a couple.

He and the young girl ended up being just “friends”.

It was complex for the young girl to go to a place where she'll see the young couple smiling, holding hands and laughing together and just being happy with each other's company.

The young girl just accepted the truth that he's not the one in her dreams.

Leapfrogging Society

2008-04-30T04:17:00.000-07:00

I was sitting alone waiting for my boring biology laboratory classes to start earlier this morning when suddenly my comical classmate Basilio (yeah, that is his name) approached while elatedly handing me his brand new invented toy.

"China fone to pare!"

I flippantly took it with a grin on my face.

"Tae ka pare, ano na naman tong trip mo?"

And before I knew it, everyone was playing with his homespun plaything inside our classroom.

Anyway, since I'm talking about cellphone, (though, I'm not a really big fan of it) This thing keeps on creeping in my head these past few days.

I mean, dont get me wrong, I'm not whining or something, I'm totally happy with my 6-month-old Motorola L7i which I bought somewhere in Colon with the help of my classmate Jim for only P5000.
He's good at canvassing).

It's an amazing phone. Good Quality mp3,unlimited video, wide screen, with its slender size and shape.

We all know that the "thrust" of a mobile phone is to communicate. Merely communicate. No multimedia crap.

As time flies, we got so blind that the cheap-good-looking-all-in-one-feature phones are the ones that can satisfy our insatiable appettite for hightech gadgets.

Know what? This is the middling part of my cellphone.

The keypad and SMS feature suck balls! It's so so lame!

That's why I'm outbraving a certain dillema right now.

I want a Superb SMS feature phone that has an easy to use keypad. That's all.

No Multimedia crap.

No colored pictures.

No Mp3s.

No Camera.

No Video Recorder.

Just plain mobile phone.

I'm currently looking for a gnarly simple one! Just like back in the day.

Besides, cell phones are intended to be "portable telephones". Aren't they?

Tulad ng Dati

2008-04-29T02:36:00.000-07:00

Still can't get over with this film.

I have learned new stuffs about the band.

I wasn't expecting Jett Pangan's acting can be that good.

Rest in Peace Teddy Diaz! I wish I were a teener during your days.

KUDOS to Jett,JB, Francis and Buddy!

RAKENROL!

TULAD NG DATI

Here are some of my favorite lines

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Teddy Diaz: Think about this jett: 'pag may nawala sa isang tao, anong ginagawa?
Jett Pangan: Hinahanap.
Teddy: What if 'di mahanap?
Jett: Pinapalitan.
Teddy: What if 'di mapalitan?
Jett: Kinakalimutan...

Teddy: Last question, ano ang gagawin if yung nawala, ay hindi mahanap, hindi mapalitan at hindi makalimutan?
Jett: Tatanggapin...
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I got a crush on Jett Pangan's 14-year old daughter in the Movie. hehe.. Zoe Sandejas. She plays the guitar like a real ace PRO :)

Anyway, here's the trailer.

When good gals get pregnant

2008-04-27T05:19:00.000-07:00

There is something odd happening this summer season.

Really atypical.

I don't know if it has something to do with the scourging heat of the sun that makes them divulge on what they are trying to conceal.

I'm referring to my classmates and some close friends who admitted their pregnancy altogether this summer season.

The funny thing is most of them are the timid and docile type of girls.

I was really knocked for six because those girls are known to have no boyfriends. They are the geeky and studious good gals you can only see most of the time at the library.

And those bitchy girls I know still play cool and safe.

They say, Good girls are dumb in handling relationships and sex.

Bad girls appear to be more smarter than them.

Agree?

You'll be the judge.

Hovering

2008-04-26T01:19:00.000-07:00

My mind is still on the brink at this moment.

Im so dog-tired.

Kartzone Gig was fun. Tito Roy, Faye, Mayee with her friends, Joyce and my Honey were all there! That new tavern was so packed last night. Most of the people who jammed with us were all guzzled as crap already. (Specially Butoy and the other guy.)

Anyway, We got the job @ ASLE Garden. We'll be there every Friday night.

We just finished recording our College of Education Jingle. And I think it'll be aired on one of the local radio stations here in Cebu once it gets done. I got to sing the 1st and 2nd Stanza. John Ray sang the chorus part wherein he sounded so much like the guy who sang the U.C jingle! Mixing is not done yet, hence, the song is still a little wooly. We'll just see how it turns out.

oh yeah!!

Waaaah!! Can't believe I'm a sell-out!

I wanna take a siesta.

A good doze.

A real good forty winks.

Zzzzzzzz.......

Summer Blues

2008-04-24T08:06:00.000-07:00

Summer time is probably the most mind-numbing season of all. This may sound deplorable to some of you because sipping your coke while sun bathing always go in hand with this season.

But not for me.

I'm totally jam-packed with ton of schedules, things to do, things to think over and whatnot.

Summer classes still suck balls, big time. Imagine attending a morning biology laboratory sessions looking at different specimens and dissecting an amphibian that have totally nothing to do with my course. (By the way, I'm a Filipino Major). Then, after an hour break, I enter a torture chamber for my Biology lecture. Ahh!! It could've been fun to write and listen in a school homily. But with a yawn-inducing professor??! Nah, Forget it. 3 weeks more and I'll be sipping my coke while sun bathing! wahahaaha!!

The band is so fired-up. We get good gigs at some local restobars in the city. Wendy's a real chill! She sings and writes songs well. She can be "green" at times; Most specially when she hears applause from her fans! (Yeah, she brings the whole campus with her so we get some people listen to us. haha!) Anyway, we have a gig tomorrow @ Kartzone. It's gonna be a "sad" night. Because Joey was asking for a finders fee. (I don't know that the heck it is but I'm pretty sure, he's already trying to get even with us. Such a homo!) That means, we only get to take home P350 instead of the normal P500 per head. We could've been loaded this weekend! Argghh.. he's gay!

A Lil Bit of Joyce

My girlfriend is back from Ormoc. She's gonna stay here for some couple of days. And I'm excited to be with her again tomorrow. (Though we already had this "ONE SWEET DAY" earlier, according to her.) I just don't wanna miss any opportunity to spend my time with my honey.

Chic2x and I

Our relationship is kind of uncomplicated and trouble-free. Simple, We go to malls, we eat at fastfood chains, I crack a corny joke, she laughs her heart out. We hug. We kiss. We love each other and we'll always do.

We're so sugary! :) Oh, I love her so much!

Summer is ardous yet fun.

Tara na sa beach!! :)

Time

2008-04-23T03:09:00.000-07:00

I've been blogging for some couple of years now and I'm still not able to stick myself with one blog. I was 18 then, when I started using an old fashioned blog site. I think I can still access to it; i just don't want to. Pure nostalgia as it could be, I'm just gonna conceal it to myself, and besides, who cares about it? Who's gonna give a damn reading my juvenile and callow stories back in the day?

Anyway, this is sort of a trial and error again. I think most bloggers are not really good at writing, blogging and stuffs like that. They only have one thing in common. And that is "Time".

I don't believe that bloggers are just bunch of slob and bummers; they just have some extra time to get even to the opportunity that internet offers.

I'm doing it again.

Gonna grab this another attempt of keeping a blogsite. :) Just hope it'll last this time.

--- JARED