soccer...!

Kahapon sa Marikina, nanood ulit kami ng women's football team at olats ang RP! Tambak, ang score 5-1! Nakakademoralizing kasi 5 mins plang sa game nakagoal na agad ang Vietnam Rose!

Kasama ko sila quico, jarryd, dino, at yng kaibigan ni dino na atenista...muntik ko na makalimutan si Canlas na pinagnanasaan yng 23 ng RP!

Maganda yng nakuha naming seats sa East side. Before west side kami kasi raw VIP... medyo reap off kasi mas maganda ang view sa East Side! Hapet ang crowd! Wuhooo!

Same songs played: Pinoy Ako and Noypi! Napakapatriotic naman!

Its all goood!

soccer!

"Di ko naman sinisiraan yang panget na yan!" - itchyworms

May family event kahapon kaya di ako nakapunta sa LYC briefing... :(

anyway nanood din kami ni Quico sa Marikina Sports Complex!!! Hahaha soccer chix rules!!!! Hahahaha! Yeah! Ang saya! Grabe first time ko lang manood! SEA Games!!! Panalo RP women's football team! 2 - 0 yng score! Mukhang di mga babae yng mga tga Indonesia! Babad sa araw kasi! Hahahaha! Anyway grabe ang crowd! Tama nga ang hula namin ni Quico na sasayaw ng PINOY AKO! GRABE!!! Napaka patriotic namin!!! Yeah! RP Team! Let's GO!!!

Tip ni Paulo and other Poveda fair ek-ek

"It's not the face, or the size of her boobs... its the character she shows (or something like that)" - paulo alvarez (kuya niya *blockbuster noon sa poveda)

*blockbuster - daming kasamang girls i mean literal, crush maybe, di specifically gwapo bsta may charisma!

So cheesy but i like it...hahahaha!

Yesteday, we were in St. Pedro Poveda College (formerly known as Poveda Learning Center) because of the fair! Yeah, i felt like a virgin because it was my first time to go to a Poveda fair... hahaha ang babaw ko! Anyway itong kaibigan ko may niretong classmate namin sa isang kaibigan niyang povedan. Oh how sweet naman... ang sarap magreto kasi for a brief moment you feel like you're God...uhm God of Love maybe! Hahaha well I hope its successful!

Mahirap tlga pumunta sa fair kapag walang pera! Cguro for me, mas worse pa sa worscester sauce ang walang pera sa walang kilala... hahaha nagmukha nmang akong pera! Ha! May feeling pa nga ako na: "Oh shit, maybe i'm wasting my money here..." Pero ahem...nakatikim na uli ako ng COTTON CANDY!!!! hehehe lahat ng fair na mapuntahan ko i'll eat cotton candy!

Bigla akong napaisip... yung mga tipong "what if..."

What if ang mga lalake nagkaroon ng mammary glands ? Hmmmmmmmmm... personally i don't desire booooooooobs! yeah...promise! Kapag kumakain ako ng chicken ayoko ng chicken breast. Pero try to imagine biglaan nagkaroon ang mga lalake! Cguro totally obsessed sila tapos kung anu-ano ang gagawin nila... tapos magsasawa sila. Most men like them pero sabi nga sa isang artik... sobrang fascinated ang mga lalake dahil wala silang ganun! Hay... speaking of breasts, nakita ko si louie! oh my! grabe... great respect for that guy! as in sobra!


I realized something... umiikot ang mundo sa Ortigas! Go figure!

Moments... A senior povedan begging for money, using all her charm and beauty to beg... I saw a Little Red Riding Hood, Alice of Wonderland and Peter Pan, yeah hahaha himala dun sila sa fair! Nice costume! hahah nakakatawa nman mga grade school na mga lasalista tumatakbo sa campus ng poveda para di mahuli ng mga povedans. Nyahahha we bought a rose flower for someone so our friend can give it to her... 10 peso for BBQ! Yeah pwede na! Medyo cheap pero sulit! Ngyon lang ako nakakita noon sa isang fair! Kahit sa school walang ganiyan! Naabutan ko lang yung 15 pesos may BBQ ka na and rice plus GRAVY!!! (favorite sabaw ng mga lasalista)

intrams! part i

"You teoxon, guard number 8," said Ferdinand. "Okay team man-to-man!"

BUZZZZZZ

"1-2-3! G-LINER!!!!"

The score was 40 to 20, and we were on the losing side. After 5 minutes we were defeated.

Ferdinand was furious, so he poured all his anger and frustration to Judge. Not a pretty sight so i left the scene....

After 20 minutes...Redemption! Do or die! Arel spoke about being cool and having fun...and it made me realize I should enjoy the game...just laugh, don't get frustated, be cool...and it made me hyper!

"You cabagay! You! and You," Ferdinand pointed out the starting five. "You too teoxon."

Jumpball... Cramps! Kirby got injured (his from the opposing team) and we're so lucky because his unstoppable when he's driving down the paint.

Cool. The game resumed. We got the lead. But their shooters rained down some jumpers. We recovered. I got 4 points because of fastbreaks. I didn't care about points just winning and having fun.

Finally, we got a lead. To ice it the game, i passed an assist to aaron and he shot it from the three point line! Hahahahaha! I felt great because my hustle didn't fail my team.

BUZZZZZ

Redemption! Baby!

"What time is it?!" Nikki shouted.

"It's DOTA time!" I answered back. "DOTA! DOTA! DOTA!"

Redemption!

To be continued... kasi may semi-finals pa!

To Whom It May Concern

To whom it may concern

Probably i am now cruising in a vast sea of faces when you're reading this. I hope you're fine and having a great time in your studies (even if its hard...hahaha college life ayt!). Sorry for being such a blabber...hahaha can't control myself... Uhm this is not a love letter... Haha! Maybe a written psychoanalysis (defined by my teacher) Haha! Hey tell me naman some stories...(this is the part when it becomes taglish) Any new romance? Napaka eager beaver ko tlga! Mahilig ako sa showbiz chika kasi! Tama nga lola (may she rest in peace) ko kapag pa-cup ang tenga mahilig sa tsismis! Facing any hardships? I'm right here to listen! (medyo cheesy). Talaga! walang biro...dito lang ako sa bahay! BUM! hehehe...

i know... i just know it won't end like this...hahaha...damn sick and tired... My purpose is to invite you for a cup of tea! Hahaha... just joking...

I'll end it here... my time is up...

your lovely and adorable dog,

Mr. Kitty Van Luger

P.S. If we ever see each other again...pls. bring a jar of jellybean 'cuz i'll be bringing a cup of tea

Memories!

Memories! Sobrang saya ng search-in retreat last weekend! Hahaha walang tulugan, inuman ng extrajoss, mga alumni na nagyoyosi, mga ballpen(yng mga retreatants ang gumamit...sakit!), mga candles, mga dance moves: The Dolphin, The Squid, The Anton, Turtle Dance, etc.!!!! Grabe! Hahahhaa hay nako! Tandaan ko pa itong pic na ito! Sa labas ng school! Yeah posing with the Basketball Champs! Syempre with the lovely muses on Gino's shirt!

Call Center ng bayan! Hahahaha! With Joaquin Phoenix (yung nakaupo), si Mr. Piano, at si Joseph the Dreamer! hahahhahah! Search-In!!!! Hahahahha medyo mahirap din yung pinagdaanan ng retreatants!!! Napagalitan pa kami ng isang alumni dahil ang takaw namin! Hahahah grabe!!!! Salamat kay Chino for the pics!!!! Ang landi ko raw sa isang pic sabi ni... =) wahahaha!

Drunken Misery!

Boys falling in love? Infatuations? Crushes? It's all here in ARABY!!!

Kung gusto niyo malaman kung paano gumana ang utak ng isang lalake... hahahaha!



Araby by James Joyce


NORTH RICHMOND STREET being blind, was a quiet street except at the hour when the Christian Brothers' School set the boys free. An uninhabited house of two storeys stood at the blind end, detached from its neighbours in a square ground The other houses of the street, conscious of decent lives within them, gazed at one another with brown imperturbable faces

The former tenant of our house, a priest, had died in the back drawing-room. Air, musty from having been long enclosed, hung in all the rooms, and the waste room behind the kitchen was littered with old useless papers. Among these I found a few paper-covered books, the pages of which were curled and damp: The Abbot, by Walter Scott, The Devout Communnicant and The Memoirs of Vidocq. I liked the last best because its leaves were yellow. The wild garden behind the house contained a central apple-tree and a few straggling bushes under one of which I found the late tenant's rusty bicycle-pump. He had been a very charitable priest; in his will he had left all his money to institutions and the furniture of his house to his sister.

When the short days of winter came dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre. The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns. The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed. Our shouts echoed in the silent street. The career of our play brought us through the dark muddy lanes behind the houses where we ran the gauntlet of the rough tribes from the cottages, to the back doors of the dark dripping gardens where odours arose from the ashpits, to the dark odorous stables where a coachman smoothed and combed the horse or shook music from the buckled harness. When we returned to the street light from the kitchen windows had filled the areas. If my uncle was seen turning the corner we hid in the shadow until we had seen him safely housed. Or if Mangan's sister came out on the doorstep to call her brother in to his tea we watched her from our shadow peer up and down the street. We waited to see whether she would remain or go in and, if she remained, we left our shadow and walked up to Mangan's steps resignedly. She was waiting for us, her figure defined by the light from the half-opened door. Her brother always teased her before he obeyed and I stood by the railings looking at her. Her dress swung as she moved her body and the soft rope of her hair tossed from side to side.

Every morning I lay on the floor in the front parlour watching her door. The blind was pulled down to within an inch of the sash so that I could not be seen. When she came out on the doorstep my heart leaped. I ran to the hall, seized my books and followed her. I kept her brown figure always in my eye and, when we came near the point at which our ways diverged, I quickened my pace and passed her. This happened morning after morning. I had never spoken to her, except for a few casual words, and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

Her image accompanied me even in places the most hostile to romance. On Saturday evenings when my aunt went marketing I had to go to carry some of the parcels. We walked through the flaring streets, jostled by drunken men and bargaining women, amid the curses of labourers, the shrill litanies of shop-boys who stood on guard by the barrels of pigs' cheeks, the nasal chanting of street-singers, who sang a come-all-you about O'Donovan Rossa, or a ballad about the troubles in our native land. These noises converged in a single sensation of life for me: I imagined that I bore my chalice safely through a throng of foes. Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

One evening I went into the back drawing-room in which the priest had died. It was a dark rainy evening and there was no sound in the house. Through one of the broken panes I heard the rain impinge upon the earth, the fine incessant needles of water playing in the sodden beds. Some distant lamp or lighted window gleamed below me. I was thankful that I could see so little. All my senses seemed to desire to veil themselves and, feeling that I was about to slip from them, I pressed the palms of my hands together until they trembled, murmuring: "O love! O love!" many times.

At last she spoke to me. When she addressed the first words to me I was so confused that I did not know what to answer. She asked me was I going to Araby. I forgot whether I answered yes or no. It would be a splendid bazaar, she said she would love to go.

"And why can't you?" I asked.

While she spoke she turned a silver bracelet round and round her wrist. She could not go, she said, because there would be a retreat that week in her convent. Her brother and two other boys were fighting for their caps and I was alone at the railings. She held one of the spikes, bowing her head towards me. The light from the lamp opposite our door caught the white curve of her neck, lit up her hair that rested there and, falling, lit up the hand upon the railing. It fell over one side of her dress and caught the white border of a petticoat, just visible as she stood at ease.

"It's well for you," she said.

"If I go," I said, "I will bring you something."

What innumerable follies laid waste my waking and sleeping thoughts after that evening! I wished to annihilate the tedious intervening days. I chafed against the work of school. At night in my bedroom and by day in the classroom her image came between me and the page I strove to read. The syllables of the word Araby were called to me through the silence in which my soul luxuriated and cast an Eastern enchantment over me. I asked for leave to go to the bazaar on Saturday night. My aunt was surprised and hoped it was not some Freemason affair. I answered few questions in class. I watched my master's face pass from amiability to sternness; he hoped I was not beginning to idle. I could not call my wandering thoughts together. I had hardly any patience with the serious work of life which, now that it stood between me and my desire, seemed to me child's play, ugly monotonous child's play.

On Saturday morning I reminded my uncle that I wished to go to the bazaar in the evening. He was fussing at the hallstand, looking for the hat-brush, and answered me curtly:

"Yes, boy, I know."

As he was in the hall I could not go into the front parlour and lie at the window. I left the house in bad humour and walked slowly towards the school. The air was pitilessly raw and already my heart misgave me.

When I came home to dinner my uncle had not yet been home. Still it was early. I sat staring at the clock for some time and. when its ticking began to irritate me, I left the room. I mounted the staircase and gained the upper part of the house. The high cold empty gloomy rooms liberated me and I went from room to room singing. From the front window I saw my companions playing below in the street. Their cries reached me weakened and indistinct and, leaning my forehead against the cool glass, I looked over at the dark house where she lived. I may have stood there for an hour, seeing nothing but the brown-clad figure cast by my imagination, touched discreetly by the lamplight at the curved neck, at the hand upon the railings and at the border below the dress.

When I came downstairs again I found Mrs. Mercer sitting at the fire. She was an old garrulous woman, a pawnbroker's widow, who collected used stamps for some pious purpose. I had to endure the gossip of the tea-table. The meal was prolonged beyond an hour and still my uncle did not come. Mrs. Mercer stood up to go: she was sorry she couldn't wait any longer, but it was after eight o'clock and she did not like to be out late as the night air was bad for her. When she had gone I began to walk up and down the room, clenching my fists. My aunt said:

"I'm afraid you may put off your bazaar for this night of Our Lord."

At nine o'clock I heard my uncle's latchkey in the halldoor. I heard him talking to himself and heard the hallstand rocking when it had received the weight of his overcoat. I could interpret these signs. When he was midway through his dinner I asked him to give me the money to go to the bazaar. He had forgotten.

"The people are in bed and after their first sleep now," he said.

I did not smile. My aunt said to him energetically:

"Can't you give him the money and let him go? You've kept him late enough as it is."

My uncle said he was very sorry he had forgotten. He said he believed in the old saying: "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." He asked me where I was going and, when I had told him a second time he asked me did I know The Arab's Farewell to his Steed. When I left the kitchen he was about to recite the opening lines of the piece to my aunt.

I held a florin tightly in my hand as I strode down Buckingham Street towards the station. The sight of the streets thronged with buyers and glaring with gas recalled to me the purpose of my journey. I took my seat in a third-class carriage of a deserted train. After an intolerable delay the train moved out of the station slowly. It crept onward among ruinous house and over the twinkling river. At Westland Row Station a crowd of people pressed to the carriage doors; but the porters moved them back, saying that it was a special train for the bazaar. I remained alone in the bare carriage. In a few minutes the train drew up beside an improvised wooden platform. I passed out on to the road and saw by the lighted dial of a clock that it was ten minutes to ten. In front of me was a large building which displayed the magical name.

I could not find any sixpenny entrance and, fearing that the bazaar would be closed, I passed in quickly through a turnstile, handing a shilling to a weary-looking man. I found myself in a big hall girdled at half its height by a gallery. Nearly all the stalls were closed and the greater part of the hall was in darkness. I recognised a silence like that which pervades a church after a service. I walked into the centre of the bazaar timidly. A few people were gathered about the stalls which were still open. Before a curtain, over which the words Cafe Chantant were written in coloured lamps, two men were counting money on a salver. I listened to the fall of the coins.

Remembering with difficulty why I had come I went over to one of the stalls and examined porcelain vases and flowered tea- sets. At the door of the stall a young lady was talking and laughing with two young gentlemen. I remarked their English accents and listened vaguely to their conversation.

"O, I never said such a thing!"

"O, but you did!"

"O, but I didn't!"

"Didn't she say that?"

"Yes. I heard her."

"0, there's a ... fib!"

Observing me the young lady came over and asked me did I wish to buy anything. The tone of her voice was not encouraging; she seemed to have spoken to me out of a sense of duty. I looked humbly at the great jars that stood like eastern guards at either side of the dark entrance to the stall and murmured:

"No, thank you."

The young lady changed the position of one of the vases and went back to the two young men. They began to talk of the same subject. Once or twice the young lady glanced at me over her shoulder.

I lingered before her stall, though I knew my stay was useless, to make my interest in her wares seem the more real. Then I turned away slowly and walked down the middle of the bazaar. I allowed the two pennies to fall against the sixpence in my pocket. I heard a voice call from one end of the gallery that the light was out. The upper part of the hall was now completely dark.

Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.

Saint Peter's Fish

"Anong pangalan mo?" tanong ni gameshow host.

"'Long' po," sagot ni contest habang pinakita ang nametag.

"Ahhh Long?," sabi ni gameshow host, "as in mahaba?"

Tawanan ang audience pero sapilitan.

"opo."

"Di mo ba kamaganak si Long Mejia?" Tanong ni gameshow host, "magkamukha kayo.."

Tawanan ang audience

"di naman po..."

"Bakit Long?" napakakulit na tinanong ni gameshow host.

"Dahil po pangalan ko po ay Balong..."

"Ahhh...Balong?! Kaya palayaw mo ay Long"

"Balong nga po.." sagot ni contestant, " 'Long' for short."


-kinuwento ni jeff sa akin... Hahaha Long for short..

cheating death: maybe not this time eddie...maybe not this time

he's dead...massive heart failure...bugbog sarado ang puso...eddie guerrero...Viva La Rasa

"Sa Ilalim ng Guadalupe Bridge" part II

The picture that launched fake friendster accounts!

Mr. Miguel (famous for his baritone rendition of SDR, a favorite of the lower years)

and Mrs. Marie Santos (my class adviser)

Kukulangin yta ang boy bawang ni mister kapag hinalo niya sa malapot na champorado na gawa ni missis!

Mystic blues

Mystic blues

mystic blues... while walking in farmers, i saw a beauty! No, she's not a girl and definitely not a boy but a mystic blue (actually black and blue) butterfly!

"Mystic blues"

She was sitting there on the couch, she ignored everyone on the dance floor. She came with a friend. This was the first time her friend attended a party but there she was dancing on floor, hyper because of Hed Kahndi, house music. She preferred hip-hop. Dazed and slightly drunk (maybe tipsy), she stared at the TV across her. It was on. Milan was the title of the movie being shown.

"Piolo Pascual, damn he's hot, " she smiled after all she went through.

She reached out for her cell phone from her purse, which was beside her. She wanted to call someone, anybody. She looked at her cell phone. There was a message. "Maybe that f*cking text mate of mine...," she smirked. When she opened the message, she was disappointed. It was just a SMART promo.

"I was hoping for someone...," she sighed. She called her driver to pick her up from the party.

She dressed up for the night to impress guys(this night she regretted it). She wore a black tube with spaghetti straps and a denim short skirt. Definitely a head-turner, she loved the way those guys stare at her. One incident from a different party, one guy actually jaw-dropped when he saw her passed-by. Nothing can compare to her beauty. Every party she attended, she's the center of desire. Guys would go gaga over her while she would just make-out with the hottest of them.

Toying her cell phone, she stared at the restroom where she came from. She wished she didn't go to this hellhole organized by a barkada from an all boys school located in Ortigas. "Anytime now...anytime now," she whispered.

Flirting, kissing guys and getting drunk was all her plans for the night (maybe a boy or two may get her number especially if they're hot) but this night was different, her plans didn't go well. The latter part was the only plan she achieved.

Earlier that night, a guy invited her to dance. Damn he's confident to ask me for a dance, she thought. All the guys were staring at her and tried to talk to her but this guy had the guts. She accepted the guy's invite. The guy, who's name was Magnum (which he whispered to her while their dancing), was hot, and sexy. He had dark almond shaped-eyes, and a well worked-out body. She smelled cigarette on his clothes and alcohol on his breath. He had this soft manly whisper and a very romantic character (or so she thought).

While they're dancing, Magnum looked straight to her eyes. She felt something. Was it love? Was it just an infatuation? Was it something naughty or nice? She quivered.

"I really like you...," he whispered. She heard it clear even if the music was loud.

"I like you too...," she whispered back but she was uncertain of her answer, because she was tipsy and was caught in the moment.

Magnum started kissing her while they're dancing. She submitted easily and kissed back passionately. Then he whispered something to her that made her back away from him and ruined the moment.

"Hell no...I’m not that drunk and that easy," she said.

Magnum's pride was bruised. It was maybe his first time a girl rejected him. He took it personally. Unfortunately, Magnum was a transparent guy. She saw immediately through his face that he was upset.

She ran towards the restroom leaving Magnum. She closed the door but didn't lock it. The restroom was filled with opened bottles, some broken and some they made them their ashtray. The music was loud, the DJ was playing "Ever After" (many people requested that song, maybe 10 times already that night and its pretty annoying). "What the f*ck was he thinking," she thought. "I'm not that kind of girl he's thinking..." She freshened up herself by washing her face. She stared at the mirror, make-up ruined. "Or am I?"

Flawless to the point of being godly, Yet I fell hard for your imperfections.

The door opened, it was Magnum. He locked it immediately. How could she be stupid not to lock the door.

You made me believe in love, and not the perfect kind.

"What are you doing?" She screamed, "I’m no ***** of yours!"

Emotions, volcanic eruptions, We both still care, so we're still alive.

"Hey, I just want to ***** you up!" Magnum sheepishly grinned.

You are my twisted sunshine.

The guy named Magnum turned from a gentleman to a maniac. He grabbed her by the shoulders, kissing her aggressively. He lifted her up, banged her back on to the door. She resisted him. She kicked and punched him. But he was strong, he pinned her legs and arms but she managed to free a hand.

"Get off me!" she begged.

The music was getting louder. Cuz life is a pleasure with you by my side,

"I know you like me,” he continued to kiss her, "this won't hurt."

You are my twisted sunshine.. You are my twisted sunshine.

"You son of a ******! Help!!!" she screamed.

And there ain't no current in this river we can't ride.

She punched him with her free arm but Magnum didn't felt a thing. "Oh god...oh god..." she murmured almost submitting to Magnum but with her free arm she touched a bottle, broken it was, by the water basin. Out of instinct, she grabbed it and stabbed the jagged edges towards the muscular neck of Magnum. A blood curling scream, almost primal came out from him. Nobody heard it. She felt Magnum's tight grip loosened. Her head throbbing from all the strength she used.

I still believe in ever after with you.

And then darkness. She felt like she's in a vacuum, lights and sounds were sucked. Black was all she saw. Silence was all she heard. Then reality came back. She heard loud music again. Crimson red was the color she saw everywhere. All she remembered was she never felt this before, for the first time in her life she felt no remorse and no mercy for someone.

She came out from the restroom. She went to get a drink, a flavored vodka(her favorite), like nothing happened. Her friend greeted her. She ignored her and sat on the couch alone.

"Anytime from now...," she whispered to herself. Trying to remember what happened earlier made her head hurt.

A girl went to the restroom. The girl opened the door, and turned on the lights. She was stunned for a second. She screamed, a blood curling scream. Everybody heard it.

Still toying with her cell phone without flinching, she heard the scream. She sat on the couch, while all the people stopped what they're doing and went to the restroom trying to know what the commotion is. Guys gasped, girls screamed. "Someone calls the ambulance," one guy ordered.

The girl who saw what was inside the restroom ran away from the scene. The girl cried and was shaking like a leaf while her friends comforted her.

"Maybe," she smiled, "it's her first time...I’ve seen it already"

She got all her things and stood. She went outside the house. Guys were smoking. She just smiled at them.

"How's Mystic Blues?" one not-so-good-looking-guy asked her.

"The party? I had better!" She wanted to say it but instead -

"Unforgettable," was her answer.

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Interview with a Spice boy

seph: wala na tayong ginagawa...
seph: kaya nga...
seph: di bali...i'll interview you
seph: parang mali grammar mo ah?
seph: basta... arghhh...anyway highway -
seph: ang korny mo!
seph: look who's talking! sinong napahiya diyan sa soiree!
seph: weh! medyo na-trauma ako dun eh.. ayoko na tuloy humirit...wala namang sense of humor yun!
seph: hirit ka kasi ng hirit, wala sa timing!
seph: kaya nga ngyon li low muna ako... wahahahaha!
seph: umpisahan na natin ang interview!
seph: di ba interview na ito!!
seph: akala mo lang! maraming namamatay sa maling akala! umpisahan na!
seph: wait...may gusto lang ako ikwento sa iyo!
seph: tungkol saan? sa crush mo?
seph: hindi! tungkol sa panaginip ko! grabe weird!
seph: ok...shoot away!
seph: yung panaginip ko...nakastand-by lang ako cguro sa galle or sa..hmm basta tapos..
seph: tapos...
seph: tapos bigla akong nagyosi!
seph: ha!?
seph: detailed pa nga yung pag yosi ko... gumagawa pa nga ako ng circles pamagitan ng smoke...
seph: wahahahhaha! kaya mo ba ng stars or hearts!
seph: gago! hindi! parang ang smokey nung feeling...detailed masyado! Para nga nangyari! Of all the dreams kailangan may yosi!
seph: wahahahahaha
seph: tapos ang pinakaweird hindi yung sa dream pero pagkagising ko!
seph: ano nman yun?
seph: pagkagising ko... tinanong ko ang sarili... nagyosi ba ako...kala ko talaga nagyosi ako as in tinandaan ko pa yung nangyari kahapon...in that moment kala ko tlga nagyoyosi ako!
seph: baka nga nagyosi ka!
seph: hoy! hindi!
seph: bakit mo naman napanaginipan yun?
seph: cguro yung nangyari dis week... puro tungkol sa yosi..
seph: uhm, honestly gusto mo ba magyosi?
seph: ayoko...nakakamatay yun...i feel guilty...
seph: bakit nman? medyo ang arte mo ah...
seph: ksi alam ko nga nakakamatay yun eh...parang di ko pinipigilan magsmoke yung mga kaibigan or mahal sa buhay...
seph: hmmmm wala ka ytang paki sa kanila eh!
seph: hindi ganoon, tulad sa mom ko...she smokes...tapos prang wla akong ginagawa
seph: pabayaan mo na! sus...mabuti nga hindi drugs!!!!
seph: addict ako sa Tempra
seph: nyeh! ang pait kaya nun!
seph: yung syrup..wahahaha onga ang pait!
seph: anyway start na tayo..
seph: hmmm marunong ka mag BULLSHET?
seph: haha...oo...eto: BULLSHIT!!!
seph: mali! Dapat...BULLSHET! with capital E!!!
seph: nyehehehhe... ano yun!
seph: parang BLUFF...hay wala tayong cards...
seph: ah ganun... do you miss someone?
seph: paang ang bilis ng shift ng topic ah!
seph: Yes or no?
seph: yes, syempre... mga kaibigan ko...
seph: bakit naman?
seph: medyo matagal na kasi... wahahahaha
seph: are you afraid na bigla lang sila mawala?
seph: oo, yun nga yung pinagdadasal ko tuwing gabi...
seph: pinagdadasal?
seph: special people...lahat naman special! pero yung mga talagang nag touch sa buhay ko..
seph: sino naman yung mga pinagdadasal mo?
seph: dis week meron isa di nman kami close, ka-batch ko at dati kong kaklase...
seph bakit mo sya pinagdadasal...boyfriend mo?
seph: may sakit na nga yung tao! kasi yun kapag nagkikita kami nagbabatian.. tapos nung bago magexam...
seph: ano?
seph: nagkasakit siya... hanggang ngyaon di pa rin bumabalik, balita nga nasa ICU...sobrang malala..
seph: oh my...pagdadasal ko siya...for his speedy recovery...
seph: marami pa ako na mimiss na tao...sana nga our friendship will last... (missing someone?)
seph: nyeh medyo ang cheesy ah!
seph: alam mo yung kantang: "Remember me..."
seph: narinig ko na sa radio
seph: remember me!!!!
seph: nyah! ang paingit ng boses mo! wahahaha
seph: ulol...
seph: what songs make you cringe?
seph: actually music video siya pwede na yung song...uhm yung banda ay JUANA
seph: what's with JUANA?
seph: kapag pinapakita yung lead singer nila...
seph: yung babae! yiheee crush?
seph: nyahahha hindi.. kais kapag naabutan ko yung video sa myx...gusto ko ilipat yung channel ksi may natatandaan ako pero di ko malipat... parang nag crcringe ako pero... ah ang labo
seph: ang labo mo!
seph: may natatandaan lan ako sa singer! ok?
seph: what ever! hahaha how's school?
seph: school! daming kailangan bayaran...
seph: hehehe intram dba?
seph: di lang intrams...baka nga sayang lang yung mga jersey...baka matalo kami...
seph: mukhang di naman kayo nagpapractice..
seph: onga, di na nga ako masyadong nagbabasketball, kaya medyo tumataba ako..
seph: anak ng ek-ek...
seph: haaaaay naku... wala ka tlgang magawa.... tapusin na nga natin toh..
seph: balita ko search-in ka?
seph: yup
seph: diba para sa losers yun!
seph: putcha! hindi! nakakainis nga eh kung ganoong ang isipan nila sa search in.. di lang nila alam ang pinagdaan ng mga inners....
seph: hahaha what do you think about the parties?
seph: ah yung mga parties...hahaha grabe ang mga parties sa lasalle...mga underground....organized ng mga different barkadas... hay nako...medyo sayang nga sa pera...mas gusto ko soirees..
seph: excited for the prom?
seph: may prom pala kami...onga ah...hahaha nakalimutan ko...di masyado...AH! Napanood mo ba yung PANDAY?
seph: di pa...
seph: ako rin...di ba nagsasawa ng mga pilipino niyan sa mga telefantasy...Tingnan mo yung KAMPANERANG KUBA!!! Wala na yta nanunood!
seph: ah si Imang... ahahaha nakakatawa kya yun dahil si luis manzano ay isang kargador...impossible!
seph: onga!
seph: ULAAAAAAN AT SINONG DI MAPAPASAYAW SA ULAAAAAAN!
seph: bakit? umuulan...?
seph: hahahha break muna...
seph: kaya ka kumanta? kala ko interview ko ito?
seph: masyado ka naman...
seph: heard about the news?
seph: yung mga pinatay ng mga carjacker?
seph: yah...pinapalaki lang ng media yun...minsan nakakainis ang media
seph: pero kailangan sila...nyahahha panoorin mo yung DAILY SHOW w/ john stewart!
seph: alam ko yun! nakakatawa kaya! Sana may ganiyan dito sa atin... di lang WAZZUP! WAZZUP!
seph: dapat may mga intelligent shows sa local pero funny!
seph: LUCKY LUCKY YOU'RE SO LUCKY!!!
seph: alam ko yan ah! FRANZ FERDINAND!
seph: hahahhahaha hay naku bored...
seph: alam mo gusto ko kumain ng chocolates...
seph: oh my tandaan ko tuloy...yung cheap crepes sa school..
seph: masarap ba?
seph: lasang local! nakakaumay sa tamis at chocolatey fun!
seph: grabe...gusto ko tlga ng chocolate...tapos mga candies!!!!
seph: tataba ka katulad ko!
seph: oh my gulay!
seph: yan ka na naman!
seph: Saan ka natatakot?
seph: hehehe tapos na yta ang break... Abandonment and betrayals...
seph: nyahahha talaga?
seph: natawa ka pa? eh kasi kung may biglaan kang kaibigang nawala...syempre...
seph: parang bang nakakamiss?
seph: onga eh may namimiss ako...
seph: or namimiss mo ang ginagawa nyo? di yung person?
seph: yang tanong na yan ay medyo mababaw na malalim...
seph: answer?
seph: malay ko!!!!!!
seph: sabaw ba?
seph: nyahahha ayoko na masyadong gamitin yang word na yan!
seph: mga lasalista yta ang nagumpisa ng SABAW!!
seph: sabaw - di malapot ang utak... puro sabaw walang laman!!
seph: ever said i love you?
seph: yeh sa mom ko...
seph: i mean...

seph: oh...uhm no...kasi sabi nga: "young men's love lay not truly in hearts, but in their eyes..."

seph: what does that mean?

seph: di mo ba alam yun? kay shakespeare... its too early masyado pang maaga!

seph: oh...hahhaa ayaw mo magexperiment?

seph: ano ito droga!? or Science lab?! hahaha ayoko nga!

seph: may joke ako!

seph: ano?

seph: JOKE! JOKE! JOKE!

seph: WEEEEEEEH! Luma na yan!

seph: anak ng *******

seph: heheheh na-try mo na ba yung Dannylicious?

seph: hmmmm BBQ! YUP! Sikat yun around sa Katipunan area...

seph: sabi ng tito ko may bahay na raw sa Corinthians yung may-ari!

seph: naniniwala ka sa tito mo?
seph: hindi!
seph: tapusin ko na nga ito
seph: tama ka...

So what's the matter...

+1

• H - hydrogen
• Li - lithium
• K - potassium
• Na - sodium
• Au(I) - gold
• Cu(I) - copper
• NH4 - ammonium

+2

• Zn - zinc
• Br - barium
• Ca - calcium
• Fe(II) - iron
• Cu(II) - copper
• Co(II) - cobalt
• Pb(II) - lead
• Sn(II) - tin
• Ni(II) - nickel
• Hg(II) - mercury
• Mg - magnesium

+3

• Al - aluminum
• Fe(III) - iron
• Co(III) - cobalt
• As(III) - arsenic
• Sb(III) - antimony
• Ni(III) - nickel
• Au(III) - gold

+4

• Pb(IV) - lead
• Sn(IV) - tin

+5

• As(V) - arsenic
• Sb(V) - antimony

-1

• Cl - chlorine
• Br - bromine
• I - iodine
• F - fluorine
• CN - cyanide
• OH - peroxide
• SCN - sulfocyanide
• CNO - cyanato
• NO3 - nitrate
• NO2 - nitrite
• CLO3 - chlorite
• CLO4 - perchlorate
• MnO4 - permanganate
• COOH - formate
• CH3COO - acetate

-2

• O - oxide
• O2 - peroxide
• S - sulfur
• SO3 - sulfite
• SO4 - sulfate
• CO3 - carbonate
• CrO4 - chromate
• Cr2O7 - dichromate
• C2O4 - oxadate

-3

• PO4

Wala akong masulat kaya yung pinamememoriza na lang ni Mr. Dino... ugh

sa ilalim ng guadalupe bridge

sa ilalim ng guadalupe bridge

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Hahahhaa just a waste of time!

Well tapos na ang sembreak...excited...

Get Hitched?!

Crushes...
crush...
crushed ice...minumuya...kinakabahan...ang lapit nya na...di ko alam ang sasabihin..."hi!" nah masyadong common...uhm "ay alam mo..grabe..." walang rin...ayan na sya! Uhm! uh-huh! Konyo? Wag...Ano ba yung ginawa ng lalake sa Sprite commercial!! Nakita niya na ako! Oh my...pinagpapawisan na kamay ko...basta i'll stick with "hi"...shake hands or beso? Beso...ok naman smooth nman skin ko...pero oily ba...ugh...ano ba yan!!!!

"huy! anong minumunimuni mo?"...*tooot*...anak ng..."ah! ah-ah-ah-ah-bah-la-la-la"...dyan na pala siya kasama ang mga kaibigan niya..."huh? hahaha! Pwest alis muna kami...nice seeing you! Baka sa concert magkita uli tayo...ok bye!"...lumabas lang sa bibig ko..."hahaha! yah...cge..."

hmmm hahahaha that's not me... ako taga sulat ng kung ano ang nakita ko sa isang fair! wahahahah...tagal na rin yun...

Boy Bawang! wahhahahahah! nakanaman the name! Catchy! Hahaha mukhang excited pa si Boy Bawang! Mukha siyang flask na nilagyan ng mata, kamay, at paa!

just a little green archer

Q: what happens if a green archer missed a shot?
A: everybody laughed and mocked the archer...

well...that's life!

Make the supreme sacrifice? Sorry tlga mga Brothers(yung nagpapatakbo ng LaSalle) proGMA ako...eh kung mismo sa loob ng DLSU may nangyayaring dayaan! well sa athletic side naman yan kaya i still(dapat lang)believe in the credibility of LaSalle schools everywhere! Sa USA nman may ganyan din...bet ko ginawa na ng maraming schools yan!

For the sake of winning a trophy made in Recto...

Kanina, bumalik pa ako sa LSGH, may construction na naman, tapos nagkita-kita kaming maggroupmates...in less that 20 minutes tapos na! wla kaming ginawa! Nag DOTA lang yung iba! Sayang lang pamasahe ko...

Bakit ang sword ni Panday ay humahaba?

isa

Katulog...

Bago matulog, iniisip kung aalis ba sa kawalan ang isipan...ngunit iisang bagay lang pala ang kahahatungan, isang bangungot nakadilat ang mga mata, di makahinga, umuusbong ang luha...isang pagtakas sa pagkainosente...isang pagtakas sa minamahal...isang pagtakas sa pinaniniwalaan...isang pagtakas sa katotohanan!

Kukurap pa ang butas kung saan nakatakas ang pagkakaibigan na di totoo? uulan nga bukas di naman matutuloy? Pagkalito sa tunay na nadaramdaman pilit ayaw tingnan, umiiyak. Iyak na napakababaw, di lang makita ang isa...sukduluan ng puot, halos ipagadasal ang isa sa mga imahen ni hesus at mga santo na nakapalibot para lang mapakita ang pinaniniwalaan na tunay na nadarama. Paano maipapakita? Sa taas lang ba kailangan ipamato ang nadarama? Di ba nakikinig ang diyos sa hangarin at mga dasal ng pagkaaruga sa isa? Mga lumalabas na bulong ng katotohanan; ang diyos, ang kwarto, at ang sarili lang ang nakakarinig...paano ang dapat makarinig? Na saan siya?

Binubulong ang pangalan ng isa...di nman niya naririnig...isa...isa...isa...isa...isa...isa...isa...pinikit ang pagod na isipan...itinabi lahat ng problema, itinabi lahat ng nadaramdaman...at nakatulog.



Yesterday

Yesterday was unforgettable. Yesterday was unbelievable. Yesterday...all soul's day...wild, funny, mind boggling...the cruel side of our family showed up... harharhar... hay nako hanggang kamatayan may kaaway...


To Jen
Kanina pa kita pinagmamasdan...
Galit sa katabi mo...di alam ang dahilan...
Kinuha ko lang yta ang eksenang toh sa isang kanta...
naging hit nga at sabi nila pang masa
ang saya...pero nangyari nga ito walang biro...
itaya ko pa ang natitira kong bente-singko...
Di kita malilimutan...swear!
Parang isang vase...handle with care!
Nyeh! Ganda ng mata mo, ang cheesy ng susunod na line..
Joke lang dahil ayoko ma fine
Leche! Bakit? nagsawa ka na yta sa akin!
Hay naku...gusto pa nman kita...wala lang...
oh wow...bow wow...siopao...uhaw...kain ka na ng lugaw!

To Jen part2
Haaaaaaay ang cute mo tlaga Jen kapag kinikiliti kita sa tiyan
Tuwang tuwa ka...napapadila ka pa sa sarap!
Kapag pumapatong ka sa akin...oh anong ligaya aking nadarama!
Tanda ko pa ng sabay tayo maligo, ayaw mo ako ang magpunas sa basa mong katawan...
Naghabulan pa tayo hubo't hubad...ewan ko ba't di ako nagsuot ng damit....
Ang dami na nating pinagdaan, una ayaw ka pa ni daddy at mommy...
pero ng pinaligaya mo sila ng sukdulan, kala ko aagawin ka na nila sa akin mas lalo na si daddy...
Oh Jen! Jen-Jen! Haaaay kinikilig mo ako! Sa mga litrato mo, aking tinititigan...paborito ko ng hinalikan kita sa ilong mo... wala lang... haaaaay ligaya!
Kapag di ako makatulog sa gabi, alam mo na at ika'y tatabi sa akin...
Hinahaplos ang iyong balahibo...gising sa umaga kaw pa rin ang katabi...
JEN! JEN! Ngayong ika'y nawawala sa akin...bakit?
Balita ko tumakas ka sa bakuran ng bahay...di naman ako nagkasala...
JEN!!! wag mo akong iwanan...aso kong mabalahibo...aso...my dog...

Ang Huling Pagtuhod ni Jon Jon (random thougths)

Cheesy, something that makes you cringe, is what i try to avoid...

Ang unang araw ng E-VAT! yes?! 10%! Kailangan magtiis... NO PAIN, NO GLORY!

Pagkagisng ko, ang sakit ng aking likod! Oh the pain...

I hate to be a party pooper but i think those damned tickets for LSGH parties should have a better purpose! Like a saucer, plate, napkin, hanky...

Prom dates... nah... di ako excited sa prom... tinanong sa akin kung sino prom date ko sabi ko: "ewan" :(

What is to be a konyo? What is it to be a gangsta? I don't know... i just don't know...

medyo excited ako sa HABAGAT issue... first time na may i-publish na sinulat ko... nyahahahha

Muntik muntikan na ako bumagsak sa chemistry... di kasi nagaral... dahil sa pag patrol sa canteen nakapasa ako!


Yan nga pala si Mr. Dino... chem teacher...oh yeah.. hahahhah goodbye! NOVEMBER 1!