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nobel prize worthy
On my way to review class this morning, may nakasakay akong babae sa jeep. She was wearing this black knit-mesh thing on top of a black tank top. Nice. Except, she was about my mom's age.
Malamang e iniisip mo kung anong kinalaman nung costume nung ale sa kwento ko. Wala. Gusto ko lang ipaalala na pakibatukan ako pag nagsuot ako ng ganun at age 50.
So anyway, yung ale na yun e may dalang long brown envelope. And written across the back in black pentel pen was
C H E C A P I L I
It was about nine in the morning. And hindi ako nakapagbreakfast. So in my mind, I was like Huh?! Whudya mean C.H.E. CAPILI? Ch.E. CAPILI? I mean, I know Ch.E. 122 meant Thermo. And Ch.E. 134 was Unit Ops. But what the hell was Ch.E. CAPILI about?!
I followed this train of thought for about 5 seconds or so. And then, like a typical cartoon light bulb moment, it dawned upon me that it was actually, in fact, a person's name! Like Cheche Lazaro! And that it was supposed to be read as Che, instead of Ch.E.!
WOAH!!! What an absolutely brilliant discovery! So brilliant, that I could actually give those dorky MIT guys a run for their money! Oh, yeah.
Man, this whole reviewing-for-the-boards thing is really starting to scare me.
mr. clay
Guns are drawn
Skull and bones
Beast of war
Father help me stop this
Rush of blood to the head
Look at you I see red
Start this game
I'll end it
By this hate that you help the world create
I've been sent, now repent
I'm the war that comes to you
The plague that follows through
All by myself, I know that I stand here alone
All your lies they feed me
I'm stronger now, stronger now than I was before
There's no way you can hurt me
Move me
Stop me
You talk too much motherfucker hush
You had your chance to change things
Move in the direction of right
Choose to set the bar
But then you had to pick a fight
So what's daddy done for you lately?
Brought you the throne
Like stealing candy from a baby
Line your pockets in mucho dinero
Paid in full with the blood of the people
So now you got the fires rockin', blood and hate
Then you got the people talking legacy
You will never be forgotten
Your place in history
A black mark in time, a black mark in time
Peace and flowers
Will kill the superpower
The fall of Rome is near
Can't you hear
It's been written, it's been said
The revelations I had read
The signs are here
Those days are over
Walk away from the line
For now is the time
Yeah! You go rock on with your bush-hating-great-songwriting-weird-dancing-absolutely-hot-and-sexy-bad-ass self, Bamboo!
Wednesday, July 21, 2004 @ 2:10 PM
myspace
It was the first day of class, and I was sitting on the ledge in front of the 73.1 lab waiting for the teacher to open the door. Then this guy walked up to me. And stood there with his face a mere 6 inches away from mine. I did NOT know him.
[Blink, blink]
And he smiled.
What?! I thought to myself.
By this time, he was grinning from ear to ear.
Uh-oh. Could I possibly have a huge booger sticking out of my nose right now?
Still grinning, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He was getting closer, and I was getting annoyed.
Oh-kei. Excuse me while I bend over backwards, Psycho.
He stopped smiling. And stared at me while I shifted my center of gravity. Finally, he decided to speak.
"Physics 73.1 ka rin?" he asked
[Blink]
And the lab door opened.
A few days ago, it happened again.
In a jeepney.
With a guy who seemed to have a penchant for smelling other people's cheeks. He had his entire torso twisted in my direction. And he was a slight-push-on-the-brake-pedal away from landing a smack in my face.
Shit! I could actually feel his breath on my skin!!!
Again, I tried not to panic. And to move as far away as possible. But since the jeep was packed with students and other commuters, I only succeeded in tilting my head away from his.
So, my point is, people, unless you're a relative or a (boy)friend or a huge bowl of double dutch ice cream, coming within a six-inch radius from my lips annoys the crap out of me.
Coz really, close is just way too close for comfort.
It's my personal space.
And you're not welcome.
Get the hell off.
Monday, July 19, 2004 @ 7:24 PM
one day
I know he's out there.
And one day, when I least expect it, when I'm just about to give up, we're gonna find each other. And we'd know it the moment his eyes meet mine. Coz there would be fireworks. And it would be magical.
One day, I'd meet a guy who would love going to the movies as much as I do. Who'd let me have all the barbeque-flavored popcorn I want. And take me shopping afterwards.
He'd wake me up every morning just so he can kiss me. And he'd make the bed as I cook breakfast. And he wouldn't mind if it takes me forever to take a bath or fix my hair. Or if I flip through all cable channels during commercials.
One day, I'd meet a guy who wouldn't care if I was too thin, or too fat, or too old. Coz to him, I would always be beautiful.
And he'd love me like no one else ever has.
One day, I'd meet the man who'd walk with me along the beach and hold my hand as we watch the sunset. The man who'd slow dance with me to Frank Sinatra songs until we're ninety.
And when that day comes, I wouldn't have to wake up feeling horny weird from a porn-like sexy freakish dream where that hunkababe Roge guy in Marina turned out to be manwhore.
Saturday, July 10, 2004 @ 2:15 PM
love/hate
"you know what the saddest thing is?"
"it's that, sometimes, i actually feel like i could still love you... like i could still give more... sometimes, when i remember all those things i've tried so hard to forget, i actually feel like i want to fall and lose myself all over again..."
"except, you've made it impossible for me to trust."
Thursday, July 08, 2004 @ 11:40 AM
bAwAL mAgKaSaKiT
Oo.
Dahil mahirap na ang buhay ngayon.
Mabuti na lang hindi pa ko nanay. Or worse, housewife. Dahil malamang e naloka na ko sa kakaisip kung paano pagkakasyahin ang kakarampot na sweldo sa lahat ng mga kailangang bilhin at bayaran. Siguro, na-consider ko na rin na magtinda ng halo-halo para magkaron ng extra income.
Gaya nga ng lagi kong sinasabi, ang LPG tank na dati ay 230 pesos lang ay 355 na. Nung last time akong nautusan pumunta sa palengke, 150 per kilo na ang pork. Dati mga 95 lang. Nabalitaan ko rin na magiging 25 na ang pasahe sa mrt. Pero dahil hindi naman ako sumasakay dun e wala akong pakialam.
Kung 6 years old lang ako ngayon, siguradong wala rin akong pakialam sa mga nangyayari. E ano naman kung hindi ako binigyan ni mama ng money pambili ng Chikadees at Coke. Ayos lang yun. Kay papa na lang ako hihingi! O kaya kay tatay. O kaya aagawin ko yung Chikadees ni kuya.
Pero dahil twenty-something na ako at walang trabaho at hindi na uso ang Chikadees, hindi ko maiwasang magworry. Dahil aside from the fact na worrywart talaga ako, feeling ko e hindi ko na mabibili yung super gusto kong bag sa Bayo (refer to wishlist). Saka yung shoes. Saka yung ref na gusto namin ni mama. Saka yung whirlpool washer/dryer set. Saka yung buong SM.
At tuluyan nang maglalaho ang ozone layer.
Nakakatakot...
Kaya nga ba hindi na ko nagulat nang makita ko ang mag na dala ni Marco nung isang araw. Kopya yun ng entrepreneur. Ang headline? The World’s Top Millionaires and How They Made It.
Hmmm... magandang idea! Money-making! Hiramin ko kaya yung mag? Kaso hindi kami mashadong close. Saka baka hindi rin sha pumayag... dahil iisipin nya na magiging kakumpitensya nya ko sa negosyong halo-halo.
Hmmm... pano nga kaya?
Saturday, July 03, 2004 @ 1:46 AM
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