Hello blog-addicts and mga nakiki-usyoso lang!
I've been meaning to transfer dito sa blogspot for quite some time now.
Nailipat ko na din ang mga posted blogs ko dito from friendster.
To the readers, I hope we get to trade opinions and drunken ideals here.
Tuloy ang ligaya!
Friday, April 27, 2007
Diprensiya ng Mayaman sa Mahirap
Pag mayaman ka, meron kang "allergy";Pag mahirap ka, ang tawag dyan ay "galis" o "bakokang".
Sa mayaman, "nervous breakdown" dahil sa "tension and stress".Sa mahirap, "sira ang ulo."
Sa mayamang "malikot ang kamay" ang tawag ay "kleptomaniac" ;Sa mahirap, ang tawag ay "magnanakaw" o "kopanaks"
Pag mayaman ka, you're "eccentric";Kung mahirap ka, "may toyo ka sa ulo" o "may topak" o "may sayad".
Kung mayaman ka at sumakit ang ulo mo, ikaw ay may "migraine".Kung mahirap ka naman at sumakit ang ulo mo, ikaw ay "nalipasan nggutom"
Kung mayaman ka, you are referred to as someone who is "scoliotic".Pero kung mahirap ka, ikaw ay "kuba"
Kung ang senorita mo ay maitim, ang tawag ay "morena" o "kayumanggi" .Pero kung isa kang yaya na maitim, ikaw ay "ita" o "negrita" o"baluga"
Kung nasa high society ka, you are called "slender" o “balingkinitan" ;Kung mahirap ka lang, you are plainly called "payatot" o "patpatin" o"ting-ting".
Kung nasa high society ka pa rin at ikaw ay maliit, ang tawag sa iyo ay"petite";Kung mahirap ka lang, ikaw ay "pandak" o "bansot" o "unano"
Kung socialite ka, ikaw ay "pleasingly plump";Kapag mahirap ka at ika'y "mataba", "tabatsoy" o "lumba-lumba" , pagminamalas ka, "baboy".
Kung well-off ka, at date ka rito, date ka roon, ang tawag sa iyo ay"game";Kung mahirap ka ikaw ay "pakawala"
Kung mayaman ka ang tawag sa iyo ay "liberated";Pero kung isa kang dukha ang tawag sa iyo "malandi".
Kung maypera ka ang tawag sa iyo "single parent";Pero kung wala kang trabaho ang tawag sa iyo "disgrasyada" .”
Health conscious” ang tawag sa mayayamang puro gulay ang kinakain;Habang “nakakaawa” ang mahirap na kumakain ng ganito.
Sa exclusive school, "assertive" ang mga batang sumasagot sa mga guro.Pero pag ang mga mahihirap na bata ang sumasagot sa mga guro, ang tawagsa kanila ay "walang hiya".
Ang mayamang tumatanda, "are graduating gracefully into seniorcitizenhood";Ang mga mahihirap ay "gumugurang" .
Ang anak ng mayaman ay "slow learner";Ang anak ng mahirap ay "bobo" o "gunggong" o “inutil”.
Kung mayaman ka at malakas kang kumain, you flatter your host who says,"masarap kang kumain and I like you, you do justice to my cooking"; Kung ghastly peasant ka eating the same amount in the same house, yourhost will say to himself na ikaw ay "patay-gutom" o "hampaslupa" o "masiba".
Kung boss ka at binabasa mo ito sa PC mo pag oras ng trabaho, "okay lang";Pero kung ikaw ay hamak na empleyado lamang, ikaw ay "nagbubulakbol" o “pume-petiks.”
oh yeah.
Posted in Friendster Blogs on Mar. 9,2007
Halt.Stop.Break
You were soft-spoken.
And I, I was always noisy and full of energy. My energy, you would love for a time and would be your own energy. This would quench both our thirst for new things, our passion for fun and enjoyment and, of course, love.
How I loved you.
Never in my thoughts did it linger in my mind to leave you. Never in my wildest imaginations did it ever appear that I would grow tired of all this.
For a time we were at our best then, as we both grew, our energy would both fade. You always wanted to be with me. I thought it was impractical. It lacked a longing for long-term dreams to come true. You hated me and for the first time I grew tired. I grew tired of you hating me.
I had to leave you.
Then came another love and it wasn’t quite what I expected. Our relationship didn’t last long enough for you to stop loving me. I just had to see you again, and see for myself how miserable we both have become after the breakup. I have to admit it was a night of drunken bliss and the fact that you don’t even drink made it more blissful.
I came back and cried and you cried and we both cried.
Then it was “us” again.
We were happy and loved. Never in my thoughts did it linger in my mind to leave you. Never in my wildest imaginations did it ever appear that I would grow tired of all this.
For a time I believed that we would finally understand each other, hundreds of promises have been made and broken. But in the end, it was still “us.” We had the time of our lives. My career in music was flourishing and my writing kept getting better. I also was at the peak of my game in football.
And during all those times you were there and it seemed perfect. For a time my dreams became your dreams; my defeat your defeat. Though everything wasn’t perfect we loved “us.”
“Us” meant both our dreams, flaws, personalities, families and everything that has to do with “us.”
Then little by little everything just came crumbling down. It sucked and we both hated it. What with your nagging and my hard-headedness. We got into fights and both of us got hurt -you, figuratively and I, literally. It was a chair thrown at my face that almost got me leaving you again and there were words that I said that made you want to throw some more chairs at me.
And it didn’t feel right. It was imperfect and it sucks.
It was fucking imperfect.
Since then we tried to give each other what we had before. We tried to recharge our “energy.” In our futile attempts to go back and have a normal and happy love, we ended up having something worse. At the back of our minds, we’ve had enough.
It was a second break-up waiting to happen.
And then it did, after three days of not seeing each other I finally summed up the courage to release you. I did. I said we would never understand each other even if we tried our hardest.
You said it can still be saved.
I practically gave up.
For the second time, I left you and you didn’t want another word from me.
Never in my thoughts did it linger in my mind to leave you. Never in my wildest imaginations did it ever appear that I would grow tired of all this. I’m sorry.
Fuck it, I’m so sorry.
Posted in Friendster Blogs on Jan.26, 2007
And I, I was always noisy and full of energy. My energy, you would love for a time and would be your own energy. This would quench both our thirst for new things, our passion for fun and enjoyment and, of course, love.
How I loved you.
Never in my thoughts did it linger in my mind to leave you. Never in my wildest imaginations did it ever appear that I would grow tired of all this.
For a time we were at our best then, as we both grew, our energy would both fade. You always wanted to be with me. I thought it was impractical. It lacked a longing for long-term dreams to come true. You hated me and for the first time I grew tired. I grew tired of you hating me.
I had to leave you.
Then came another love and it wasn’t quite what I expected. Our relationship didn’t last long enough for you to stop loving me. I just had to see you again, and see for myself how miserable we both have become after the breakup. I have to admit it was a night of drunken bliss and the fact that you don’t even drink made it more blissful.
I came back and cried and you cried and we both cried.
Then it was “us” again.
We were happy and loved. Never in my thoughts did it linger in my mind to leave you. Never in my wildest imaginations did it ever appear that I would grow tired of all this.
For a time I believed that we would finally understand each other, hundreds of promises have been made and broken. But in the end, it was still “us.” We had the time of our lives. My career in music was flourishing and my writing kept getting better. I also was at the peak of my game in football.
And during all those times you were there and it seemed perfect. For a time my dreams became your dreams; my defeat your defeat. Though everything wasn’t perfect we loved “us.”
“Us” meant both our dreams, flaws, personalities, families and everything that has to do with “us.”
Then little by little everything just came crumbling down. It sucked and we both hated it. What with your nagging and my hard-headedness. We got into fights and both of us got hurt -you, figuratively and I, literally. It was a chair thrown at my face that almost got me leaving you again and there were words that I said that made you want to throw some more chairs at me.
And it didn’t feel right. It was imperfect and it sucks.
It was fucking imperfect.
Since then we tried to give each other what we had before. We tried to recharge our “energy.” In our futile attempts to go back and have a normal and happy love, we ended up having something worse. At the back of our minds, we’ve had enough.
It was a second break-up waiting to happen.
And then it did, after three days of not seeing each other I finally summed up the courage to release you. I did. I said we would never understand each other even if we tried our hardest.
You said it can still be saved.
I practically gave up.
For the second time, I left you and you didn’t want another word from me.
Never in my thoughts did it linger in my mind to leave you. Never in my wildest imaginations did it ever appear that I would grow tired of all this. I’m sorry.
Fuck it, I’m so sorry.
Posted in Friendster Blogs on Jan.26, 2007
Nawalang parang Bula, dahil sa Bulang Nangwawala.
Noong October 7 (Sabado), nangyari ang pinaka-ayaw ko sanang mangyari pero hindi naman inaasahang mangyari nung araw na yun.
Nawala ang cellphone number ko.
Oo, cellphone number lang ang nawala sakin kasi mula nung mawala yung cellphone na pinaglagyan ko ng sim ko eh hindi na akin yung cel. (Waaah!) Kasi technically, sa nanay ko yun pero 'di niya alam gamitin at mas gusto niya ang kanyang trusty 3310 kaya "ipinahiram" (read as "binigay") niya sakin yung 7210 (lang naman).
And I thanked her by not remembering where I last put it that dreadful Saturday night.
Sorry mamay!
But enough about the cel, yung number ko ang mas importante sa post na 'to. Hehe.
3 years ko nang ginagamit yung number na yun- isa sa mga gifts sakin ni Beybs Sweety Cupcake nung birthday ko nung 2003. Nakakatawa kasi nung week bago mawala yun eh binibida ko pa sa barkada namin kung gaano katagal ko na siya ginagamit.
Tapos... tapos... Huhuhu. 3 years, 3 years... nawasak ang lahat dahil sa 4 na bote ng Red Horse.
Ngayon, wala akong cel at wala na rin si 0916 287 3531.
Medyo profound (o weird) 'to ha pero di ba sumagi sa isip niyo na kapag binabanggit niyo o ng ibang tao ang celphone number niyo, parang binabanggit mismo ang pangalan niyo? Yung parang may konting sense of pride, may connection.
Yung kada numerong sinasabi nila, parang ini-spell yung mga letra ng pangalan mo?
Baka hindi rin ano? Baka masyado lang akong na-flip sa pagkawala ng number na yun. Baka masyado lang akong na-attach sa number na yun dahil sa tagal ng paggamit ko dun.
OR baka hindi ko talaga binigyan ng importance yung lintik na 3 years sa number na yun.
Baka mas mahal ko talaga yung 4 na bote ng Red Horse?
Ayos.
Nawala ang cellphone number ko.
Oo, cellphone number lang ang nawala sakin kasi mula nung mawala yung cellphone na pinaglagyan ko ng sim ko eh hindi na akin yung cel. (Waaah!) Kasi technically, sa nanay ko yun pero 'di niya alam gamitin at mas gusto niya ang kanyang trusty 3310 kaya "ipinahiram" (read as "binigay") niya sakin yung 7210 (lang naman).
And I thanked her by not remembering where I last put it that dreadful Saturday night.
Sorry mamay!
But enough about the cel, yung number ko ang mas importante sa post na 'to. Hehe.
3 years ko nang ginagamit yung number na yun- isa sa mga gifts sakin ni Beybs Sweety Cupcake nung birthday ko nung 2003. Nakakatawa kasi nung week bago mawala yun eh binibida ko pa sa barkada namin kung gaano katagal ko na siya ginagamit.
Tapos... tapos... Huhuhu. 3 years, 3 years... nawasak ang lahat dahil sa 4 na bote ng Red Horse.
Ngayon, wala akong cel at wala na rin si 0916 287 3531.
Medyo profound (o weird) 'to ha pero di ba sumagi sa isip niyo na kapag binabanggit niyo o ng ibang tao ang celphone number niyo, parang binabanggit mismo ang pangalan niyo? Yung parang may konting sense of pride, may connection.
Yung kada numerong sinasabi nila, parang ini-spell yung mga letra ng pangalan mo?
Baka hindi rin ano? Baka masyado lang akong na-flip sa pagkawala ng number na yun. Baka masyado lang akong na-attach sa number na yun dahil sa tagal ng paggamit ko dun.
OR baka hindi ko talaga binigyan ng importance yung lintik na 3 years sa number na yun.
Baka mas mahal ko talaga yung 4 na bote ng Red Horse?
Ayos.
Posted in Friendster Blogs on Oct.13, 2006
Dread at the Control
Ang dami nilang nasasabi tungkol sa dreadlocks ko.
Mula sa "marumi", "mabaho", "matigas", "malambot", "parang wig" (oo, sinabi nila yun), "mabango" at "magulo" hanggang sa "parang alambre" (barbed-wire), "parang wig talaga" (oo, kasama yun), "ampanget" (!!!), "parang yung nasa t-shirt... si... si... JIMMY HENDRIX."
What the f--k.
Lahat ng iyan ay nag-lead sakin para mag-isip kung bakit nga ba ako nagpa-dreads. I feel I don't deserve all the negativity over 19 clumps of hair plus the discriminating remarks over them. (putangina nila.)
Yung iba sa 'tin, gustong magpa-tatoo, magpa-pierce ng ears, nipples, bellybutton, lips, tongue at ng armpits (sinabi ko lang yun). Yung iba mas gustong magpa-haba ng buhok hanggang puwet, magpakalbo, magpa-kulot, etc.
Ako, mas pinili ang magpa-dreads. Pwedeng: kasi nakaw-pansin, kasi astig, kasi low maintenance, kasi favorite ko ang reggae music.
At pwede ding: Kasi gusto kong lumaya sa typical na pagtingin ng tao sa kapwa tao.
Hindi madaling magtiwala ang society sa taong may kulay ang buhok, may tattoo, may piercings sa katawan, longhair, kalbo at siyempre- sa naka-dreads.
Para mag-survive tayo sa community, dini-dictate ng society sa atin na dapat maganda, maayos at mabango tayong tignan physically and that includes having silky, black (or otherwise) hair (sabi ng shampoo commercials).
Oo nga naman.
Hindi tayo papapasukin sa klase at trabaho, hindi tayo tatanggapin sa ina-apply-ang trabaho, pagtitinginan tayo sa simbahan, malls, palengke, jeepneys, restaurants na parang karga-karga natin ang EBOLA, at madaling tayong mahusgahan ng ating mga "elders" kasi hindi nila "dig" ang napili nating fashyown kapag hindi maayos ang ating pananamit lalong-lalo na ang ating buhok.
Tatawagin kang adik, siraulo, satanista, manyak, walang kuwenta, basagulero, at iba pang terms na kasama sa listahang yun. At sila, habang naka-gel o mousse (uso pa ba yun?) ang buhok at nakasuklay ito ng maayos ay patuloy nating rerespetuhin at kaagad na papapasukin sa ating mga bahay, offices, schools, restaurants atbp.
Biruin niyo, dahil lang sa buhok,ako ngayon ay adik, siraulo, satanista, manyak, walang kuwenta, at basagulero samantalang ang boss ko sa trabaho na hanggang ngayon ay nambababae parin sa edad na 50 ay isang distinguished gentleman.
What the f--k.
I hope the next time we look at a person with a strange (OR weird) fashion sense, we'd try and create a conversation with them first. Malay niyo, baka mas sensible pang kausap yang mukhang adik sa harapan ninyo kesa sa mga pa-cute at pa-genius na katabi niyo. Hehe.
Sa bandang huli, yung taong may buhok na mukhang "marumi", "mabaho", "matigas", "malambot", "parang wig", "mabango", "magulo", "parang alambre", "parang wig talaga" o "panget" ay puwedeng magpagupit isang araw.
Yung gagong tumawag sa kanya ng ganun ay gago pa rin hanggang kinabukasan.
Ayos.
Posted in Friendster Blogs on Oct.10, 2006
Mula sa "marumi", "mabaho", "matigas", "malambot", "parang wig" (oo, sinabi nila yun), "mabango" at "magulo" hanggang sa "parang alambre" (barbed-wire), "parang wig talaga" (oo, kasama yun), "ampanget" (!!!), "parang yung nasa t-shirt... si... si... JIMMY HENDRIX."
What the f--k.
Lahat ng iyan ay nag-lead sakin para mag-isip kung bakit nga ba ako nagpa-dreads. I feel I don't deserve all the negativity over 19 clumps of hair plus the discriminating remarks over them. (putangina nila.)
Yung iba sa 'tin, gustong magpa-tatoo, magpa-pierce ng ears, nipples, bellybutton, lips, tongue at ng armpits (sinabi ko lang yun). Yung iba mas gustong magpa-haba ng buhok hanggang puwet, magpakalbo, magpa-kulot, etc.
Ako, mas pinili ang magpa-dreads. Pwedeng: kasi nakaw-pansin, kasi astig, kasi low maintenance, kasi favorite ko ang reggae music.
At pwede ding: Kasi gusto kong lumaya sa typical na pagtingin ng tao sa kapwa tao.
Hindi madaling magtiwala ang society sa taong may kulay ang buhok, may tattoo, may piercings sa katawan, longhair, kalbo at siyempre- sa naka-dreads.
Para mag-survive tayo sa community, dini-dictate ng society sa atin na dapat maganda, maayos at mabango tayong tignan physically and that includes having silky, black (or otherwise) hair (sabi ng shampoo commercials).
Oo nga naman.
Hindi tayo papapasukin sa klase at trabaho, hindi tayo tatanggapin sa ina-apply-ang trabaho, pagtitinginan tayo sa simbahan, malls, palengke, jeepneys, restaurants na parang karga-karga natin ang EBOLA, at madaling tayong mahusgahan ng ating mga "elders" kasi hindi nila "dig" ang napili nating fashyown kapag hindi maayos ang ating pananamit lalong-lalo na ang ating buhok.
Tatawagin kang adik, siraulo, satanista, manyak, walang kuwenta, basagulero, at iba pang terms na kasama sa listahang yun. At sila, habang naka-gel o mousse (uso pa ba yun?) ang buhok at nakasuklay ito ng maayos ay patuloy nating rerespetuhin at kaagad na papapasukin sa ating mga bahay, offices, schools, restaurants atbp.
Biruin niyo, dahil lang sa buhok,ako ngayon ay adik, siraulo, satanista, manyak, walang kuwenta, at basagulero samantalang ang boss ko sa trabaho na hanggang ngayon ay nambababae parin sa edad na 50 ay isang distinguished gentleman.
What the f--k.
I hope the next time we look at a person with a strange (OR weird) fashion sense, we'd try and create a conversation with them first. Malay niyo, baka mas sensible pang kausap yang mukhang adik sa harapan ninyo kesa sa mga pa-cute at pa-genius na katabi niyo. Hehe.
Sa bandang huli, yung taong may buhok na mukhang "marumi", "mabaho", "matigas", "malambot", "parang wig", "mabango", "magulo", "parang alambre", "parang wig talaga" o "panget" ay puwedeng magpagupit isang araw.
Yung gagong tumawag sa kanya ng ganun ay gago pa rin hanggang kinabukasan.
Ayos.
Posted in Friendster Blogs on Oct.10, 2006
Unang blog post ko tungkol pa sa lab!
I believe in your purpose baby
Coming up to the surface
And maybe I'll never see you again
Then again, who knows?
Make me quiver
Hands will shiver
Still got all the things
That I would have given her
But it's slow going
Something's showing
They say love is a stream that will find its own course
Making due is a thing, a thing I will do no more
Whenever you come back, I'll be waiting
Trifling our slack, no negating
This is all pure fiction, you know that's right
Just pure fiction, that's all right.
Ayos.
Coming up to the surface
And maybe I'll never see you again
Then again, who knows?
Make me quiver
Hands will shiver
Still got all the things
That I would have given her
But it's slow going
Something's showing
They say love is a stream that will find its own course
Making due is a thing, a thing I will do no more
Whenever you come back, I'll be waiting
Trifling our slack, no negating
This is all pure fiction, you know that's right
Just pure fiction, that's all right.
Ayos.
Posted in Friendster Blogs on Sept.21, 2006
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