tHe bOho cHicK v 1.0

            The symptoms are as follows:

(1) the incessant need to fall for losers. Yes, you read it correctly, LOSERS. What do I mean by losers? Well, this includes playboys, delinquents, those who can’t do anything right, those who can’t do anything wrong, gamblers, in short all men who consider St. Jude as their patron saint. Who’s St. Jude? He’s the patron of lost causes;

(2) the feeling that she indestructible. Yes, this disease gives the women otherworldly powers (which is really a delusion) that she can change the person, the man of her life, the soulmate from this beast-fly-eating-frog to a handsome, debonair prince (tough luck!);

(3) the belief that the poor loser would be lost without her. This disease actually makes the woman feel significant and she thinks that is her life duty to transform the man of her life into a decent human being and lastly,

IKAW FOREVER

Kung tama ito, bakit masakit?

Bakit ang hirap , bakit ang daming bakit?

Kung tama ito bakit parang mali?

Bawat sandali, ‘ di mapakali

Ikaw ang aking pag-ibig

Ikaw ang aking forever

Kahit tayo ay hindi together

Kung tama ito, dapat madali

 pero bakit ngayon, puso ko’y hati

Kung tama sa’yo, tama na rin sa akin

Magbibilang na lang ng mga bituin

Ikaw ang aking panagarap

Sana’y kasamang nangangarap

Ikaw ang aking forever

Kahit tayo ay hindi together

O sinta, o sinta,

ba’t kailangan mo pang lumisan

Sinta, o sinta, wag mo sana kalimutan

 O sinta, o sinta, kailangan pang mako ka

O sinta, kailangan pang mako ka

Ikaw ang aking pag-ibig

Kahit na ako ay hindi ibig

Ikaw ang aking forever

Kahit tayo ay…

Ito nga ba’y paalam
Sa pag-ibig na naharang ?
Bakit hindi naging forever,
na tayo ay naging together

ikaw forever

sayo FOREVER

tayo’y together

IKAW FOREVER

note: sobrang relate lang ako...hehe... ang tanong...talaga ba? ano'ng talaga? secret!

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Haay…pumunta ako sa school, mala-Amazing Race pa kasi mga 11:20 nakarating ako sa Manila tas naglakad pa ako papuntang CAMP. I saw April, Kwecda and Camille na papunta ding CAMP, so, sumigaw ako. Tinawag ko si Camille kasi mas save sa energy, pwede ko kasing i-shortcut yung tawag sa kanya, pwedeng Cam, na lang di ba? So it saved me a few breaths. Sobrang natuwa ako sa classcards ko sa OT subjects ko kasi naman nataasan niya yung predicted outcome ko (wehehe!). Anyway mag-isa na lang ako na pumunta sa AS, kasi nakuha na nila yung mga classcards nila dun. Bago pala nun tinanong ko muna sa kanila if available na yung mga classcards unlike nung na-inform kami na sa November 7 pa daw. Sabi nila sa akin nakuha na nila yung lahat nung AS classcards. Tas I asked them where makikita yung classcards sa Zoo, tas sabi nila sa stockroom daw, buti na lang kasi I thought na sa Department, eh di it saved me a few trips. Tapos kalokohan ni April at Kwecda, sabi nila sa akin na kalangan mag-strip tease muna daw ako sa harap ni Sir M. para makuha yung classcards ko(ngek!).

Anyway 11:40 na yun tas kailangan ko pang mag-run papuntang AS, yaw ko maabutan ng lunch break kasi I could waste a precious hour. Mejo windang ako kasi third floor yung stockroom so, run ako, on the way up, nakasalubong ko si Kuya sa Chem Stockroom at binati pa niya ako, and here I was, I thought I was too late kasi baka nga lunch break na, tas ang alikabok pa kasi may ni-rerenovate pa ata sa third floor. Buti na lang I got there on time andun pa si Kuya Edgar. What a surpise! Mas mas mataas ng .25 sa inaasahan ko (Yay!) considering sa lab part eh once lang yata ako nag-aral para sa dep, yun ata yung third dep na naka-80 ako, the rest…hehe…secret…Naku, which reminds me na yung last time na nag lecture si sir about embryology, na last meeting na rin namin, I was asleep the whole lec part (I can explain una, speech ko sa comm3 pangalawa may report ako tungkol sa Dome of the Rock sa hum2, by my standards I was TOXIC, lol!). Sobrang sleep ako tas hindi pa ako nakreview kasi yung one hour na nalalabi bago yung exam eh nagkaroon ako ng craving para sa taho sa Mr. Choi, tas antagal dumating nung food, waah…kaya nung nag-exam…ayun nag-panic ang brain ko nung sumilip sa microscope kasi parang hindi ko siya na-encounter before. I knew wala na akong maisasagot kasi hindi ko na-browse yung topic na embryology, which is like the majority of those slides na nasa exam, at pag hindi ko na browse ang isambagay I won’t be able to answer it kasi my brain register comes up empty… geeez…I thought I was done for na nung time na yun, buti na lang maayos yung lec part ko.

Next stop Comm3, ok lang yung grade ko dun kaso lang sayang ang +.25 nagamit ko sana siya para tumaas yung grade ko, pero ok naman eh…Akala ko wala pang classcards para sa hum2 kasi nakasalubong ko si Eizel, sabi niya ala pa daw ung classcards sa hum2, pero nung nakuha ko yung classcard ko sa comm3 nakastaple na together with my hum2 classcard. Ang hum2 at socsci1 ang proof na sadyang may mga asignatura na kahit busabos (excuse me for the term) ka eh you’ll stll be given a decent grade (when I say decent hindi yun tres, ok?), akala ko talga I will face another 5 kasi bihira ako pumasok tas minsan late pa,buti na lang bawi ako sa recitation, mabuhay si Ma’am Pernia!

Niyaya ko sina April, Camille at Kwecda na kumain sa Mr. Choi nung nagkita kami sa National Bookstore, pano kasi pina-scout ko sila if may glossy edition nung MASS ni F. Sionil Jose. Wala daw, sabi ko baka sa SM Manila na lang ako bibili, nilibre ko sila ng ever sarap na taho (adik?) , tas nag-share kami sa congee at jasmine tea na hindi feel ni Camille at Kwek, nasarapan sila sa congee at taho. Nagkwentuhan kami bout nung ginawa naming nitong sembreak and what to expect ngayong second sem. Antagal nga namin.

After that, sinamahan ko sila sa SSWC para sa classcards nila sa PE, akalain mo, hindi nila alam yung apelyido ng Aikido prof nila (Cam at Kwek). Tas si April wala pang classcard. Nalaman ko na sa November 17, ang sked ko for late reg, ang sya ko kasi Thursday yun, hindi ako makaka-miss ng class (orayt!). Nung hindi Makita ni Cam at Kwek ang mga classcards nila among sa mga nakatambak eh nag-decide kami na umuwi. Si April at Cam magkasamang tinahak ang P. Gil tas kami ni Kwek sa Faura tumuloy. Tas natandaan ko na yung bookstore ni F. Sionil Jose ay just around Faura lang so pumunta kami ni Kwek at nakabili na ako ng Mass na glossy. Umuwi na rin kami after nun, hindi na ako pumunta sa SM Manila

PS  Nga pala nakita ko si Chekwa nung naglalakad kami papuntang Taft, imbis na “hi” parang nasuntok niya yung balikat ko, parang kasi hindi naman talaga suntok yun eh…

Psalm 23 for Students

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not flunk
He keepeth me from lying down when I should be studying
He leadeth me beside the water cooler for a study break
He restores my faith in study guides
He leads me to better study habits
For my grades' sake

Yea, though I walk through the valley of borderline grades
I will not have a nervous breakdown
For thou art with me
My prayers and my friends, they comfort me
Thou givest me the answer in moments of blankness
Thou anointest my head with understanding
My test paper runneth over with questions I recognize
Surely passing grades and flying colours shall follow me
All the days of my examinations
And I shall not have to dwell in this university forever. Amen.

from:www.phatphish.com

My classmate Alexis and I had this really weird conversation. Weird in the sense that I had never had that kind of conversation in a long time (Or if ever!), plus the fact that we are not really that close. He had to smoke ( see I used the word HAD, he said he needed to clear his mind, which frankly I don’t see the significance of smoking to do that), so I had to accompany him or something and we started to talk about how he wanted to go with his family to their place back in the province but he couldn’t because he was not still enrolled and so he was torn and was really undecided, then we talked about how my summer classes had been and how I passed chemistry. Then we started to talk about our eccentricity, the fact that Alexis always puts things off even if he knows that he should be doing something urgent yet he CHOOSES to lie around and just completely revel in the state of Un-Doing anything. How he knows he has to wash the ONLY white pants he owns after he takes it off or else he’d have dirty or still dripping pants when he goes to his observation the next day. He knows yet he doesn’t do anything about it. In between puffs of his cigarettes, he asks me how our classmate would call him “radical”. It’s true he is not a conformist, like most of us who have been studying in UP…we are always viewed as activists, radical thinkers and leaders of the future Philippines. By the time I get the chance to finally talk he had consumed four sticks of the cigarettes and my breathing was not all good (for some reason, Alexis picks me to join him in his smoking spree yet he fully knows I hate it). I commented that maybe he was like rebelling with structure but he said he wasn’t. Then the phrase “Unknown to self yet known to others” came up. May be there are things which we cannot really see about ourselves yet it’s plain and simple to the people around us.
For instance he told me that may be the reason why I cannot completely and Honestly love a person is the fact that I have been hurt before and that I am afraid of taking risks. Which is I am not really sure is true but it makes sense to me. But the fact is if it is already unknown to you and known to others then why bother to make it be known to you when you haven’t realized that stuff about yourself in the beginning? May be there are stuff that you musn’t know…hey…if you want to share a piece of your mind feel free!

So here I am, this pilgrim with no place to wander.

Hehe… which kinda defeats the purpose of being a pilgrim right?

Anyway, what’s been up with me…for nights and (early-early) mornings I have been studying and praying for my Chemistry subject.

Number 1: I don’t want to get a failing grade ever again and Number 2: I don’t want to waste the money my parents have worked hard for.





With such hardships and cramming…today, I received the passing grade of 3.0 for the subject Chem 14 under Professor Christopher J. Robidillo at exactly 6:04 pm!!!



Thank God!!!



And thanks to all those who helped me with the notes, books and answers they provided!!!

i haven't been able to post stuff here recently because SUMMER CLASSES have officially begUn fellas! Yeah I know I shoud be spending the summer vacation just bumming out but not all of us are blessed by that experience...


so anyway, i am typing this because my Humanities professor dismissed us early, I mean c'mon it is like 8:30 in the morning some people I know are still asleep while I will have to review for my chem class...and i HEARd Mr. Rubidillo gives hard tests the problem is I am only going to attend his class today! My prof in HUM dismissed us early because the film we were supposed to watch was MISSING IN ACTION! But it is a good thing because I still have time to cram the info I need for that chem test...


so how was your day guys? I can't say much about mine because after all, the day ahs just begun for me...anyhoo, gotta rush i need to memorize Rydberg's constant and make sure I don't confuse it with h= 6.63 raised to negative 34!

If you could examine me closely you wouldn’t even think I participated in paramilitary training during high school, after all I easily lose my breath at a flight of stairs and I have fainting spells. But yes, I did become a Cadet Officer during my junior year and then promoted to the rank of Cadet Lt. Col. as a Senior Officer a year later. The training isn’t like your Boy Scout or Cub Scout thingamajig; actually it is more like the real thing with emphasis on “discipline, camaraderie and loyalty to superiors”.
It was the time in my life that all the melanin in my skin appeared because of exposure to extreme sunlight; we actually wore the fatigue that people in the armed forces wear. During noon where they (our commanding officers) would let us stand at the scorching midday heat, I could swear the sweat was trickling from my neck down to my back and from there it would glide to either one of my legs. But I won’t bore you or gross you out with the things they had us to do that involved lots of saliva, dust, blood and sweat, instead I just want to share what happened when as Cadet Officers we “tagged along” to the Villamor Air Base an important armed forces facility to watch the seniors and Senior Officers pull apart and assemble a rifle- an M16.
I was so excited because guys, it WAS the real thing, I have never seen so many rifles in my life that wasn’t part of a Stallone or Schwarzenegger movie. Anyway, I learned a lot of things about the parts of a rifle and how to assemble it. Like the hardest thing to pull out (and the most important part of the rifle because it kinda held everything in the barrel in place) was the firing pin , it was really small and you couldn’t use your fingernails to fish it out of the bolt carrier. The fastest time was a minute and ten second while I, on the other hand timed at a minute and a half, though I dunno if I could do it again.
Anyway, I really miss that time when I learned to handle it and fire it, I mean few people
(civilians) can really say they held an armalite (although it was really hard to carry because it was heavy). Sometimes I want to pursue target-shooting as a hobby to let out my angst but then I have weak eyes so maybe I’d miss. Just a thought…what if I just created a new hobby…SHOOT AND MISS…hahaha! What a joke! See ya guys!!!

I am fascinated by homing pigeons, somehow even though I have a bigger cerebral cortex than they, they could always manage to find home. Is there any way you think that they could extract that gene that enables them to navigate wherever and maybe transfer it to me? It’s called transgenesis, I think, please correct me if I am wrong about that concept.

So I was supposed to go to this Occupational Therapy Facility to observe what I would do in the near future (I really liked the experience!), problem is it was like FIVE CITIES away from me let me see, Parañaque, Pasay, Manila, Cubao, Mandaluyong and Makati. So anyway I don’t have any idea where on earth it is and that is scary because I even got lost at the bookstore in front of our village! And by the way, I was TEN then, so it was hu8miliating but I cried even though our house was just across the street!

I just knew that I had to take a jeep (our public transportation) and then take the train and then I must take another jeep then I’d get there. The thing with me is that I have to stick to a straight schedule and path or else I’d be completely …LOST…yeah I know pathetic for a nineteen year old, would it help if I told you I lived a sheltered life? NAah…no one would believe me!

So there I was my first day on the observation trek and then I realized that I was GOING TO BE LATE! I completely underestimated the two hours that I gave myself to get there. So after the train station my friend told me that I should take the bus so I looked for a bus…and looked…and looked…and well, you get the point. I nervously looked at my mobile phone and it was already 7:48am…I should be there at 8am …SHARP! I never wanted to be late ever!

So I approached a lady and asked her where the bus to so-and-so could be found, she told me that it was around the corner, I thanked her and then I jogged toward the corner…and then I realize the “corner” was like, two blocks away! And I was going to be late. When I got to the corner none of the buses would stop so I decided to take a jeep but I didn’t know if they would lead me to the right place…and then I saw a taxi. A cab is like for the “rich” people and for those who want to go to a really far place. I decided I belonged to the second group so I flagged the taxi. I told him the street and he looked at me as if I was joking and I guess he wanted to ask some more but I looked exasperated (which I really am).and he drove off.
While at the cab I was really tense because I did not know if I really was in the right place…and wouldn’t you know it the whole trip took about five minutes, from where I flagged the taxi to the yellow building. I was so thankful that even if the taxi meter read 35 Philippine pesos I gave him a hundred pesos! He was like, I don’t have spare change and I’m like, just take it all sir. He was thankful and I was too. Sometimes the taxi drivers would fool you and would charge you astronomical rates I am so glad he wasn’t a crook and that I came on time! So that’s what hap