random? that's easy! my mind is totally randomized! kumbaga sa ipod, nkashuffle lage.. ohh yeaaahh.. i was tagged by my cousin andrea roxas.. and i clearly don't have an idea how this works.. but i have to write here 10 completely random things.. (or so what i have seen from the two people i took reference from.. ;p)
random random.. teka.. random..
i planned to study fil, math and science.. but i only got to 3/4 of chapter 5 in science.. when i should have studied up to chapter 7.. and i only reviewed about 10 out of i guess 17 poems.. and i'm pretty certain that there will be a test tommorow.
i went to the mall earla afternoon today for i.d. pics.. and i wasted more money than what i went there for.
i hate ads.. and jollytown.. :))
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i am not drinking my capsule vitamins.. instead.. i'm taking vidaylin gummies.. the gummy bears that were made from vegetables.. haha.. this is not vitamins.. who are they fooling.. XP
bakit ba ang tao? gusto nilang naiisip na nababaliw na sila? hanggang sa magkatotoo.. at saka lng nila malalaman pag huli na ang lahat? (example lng yan, marameng inaaplyan yan.. ;D)
paubos na ang deodorant ko..
"we obey the law of thermodynamic in this house!!" -Homer Simpson
ayoko nang magblog sa friendster.. ;p
i lurrve acoustic versions of rnb songs... khet di ko nagugustihan ung rnb sounterpart nya.. weirrrd..
with that.. wala lng.. the world has become a better place.. :p at kailangang maipalaganap ang kabutihan sa bawat puso ng tao.. kaya muli kong ipapasa ang tag na to.. wahaha! magsawa kayo.. :p kala nyo, ako lng ang nadale.. kayo rin! (malay ko ba kung gagawin nyo? :p)
wala na kong maisip na magtyatyagang gumawa ne2.. tpos.. hindi ko pa cinocomment sa mga tao na tinag ko sila.. taz lilima lng ang aking tinag... ano ba yan robi.. way to go.. ang galing mo.. (--.")
simple but true.. the essence of writing in these 12 1/2 cells.. i wonder how my cousin (alyssa) got this.. that simplicity brings a great role to making good literature.. and it also speaks of a great deal of how individualism would make your creations YOU.. not just like others.. there have been a lot of people writing.. but only a few came to fame.. but that really isn't the point.. there will be this spark in you that you will enjoy writing it not for the enjoyment of others.. but for yourself..
as a sense of security.. as a form of an emotional outlet.. as what you make of it.
whoa.. some people may be well off with that.. but it gets kinda freaky sometimes.. not that i am still the usual pre-teen who would make a fuss about their parents knowing of himself.. but what made me a bit nervous as i got a chat message from my mom.. who just recently discovered how to chat.. haha.. and she told me that she got to read my poems.. which aren't really actually poems.. but blog posts.. from waaaaaay back then.. when i was.. no, not an emo.. but emotional.. more specifically termed emotionally unstable with my.. umm.. emotions.. ok, too much of that word...
freaky.. they're misinterpreting every word of it.. paired up with my dad's co-workers who marked it dim and complex.. maybe because i was talking about being sad.. and i was typing it in english.. they felt as if i had been a miserable person.. WHICH IS CLEARLY NOT TRUE.. AS YOU ALL SEE.. i just get problems.. and what get to the interpretation to an adult mind.. is not just getting problems.. but rather seen in a perspective of exaggeration.. they thought i was depressed.. you know.. i don't know by you, dear reader of my blog, but i get to exaggerate too.. for the sake of my emotional catharsis... but due to the divide of time.. the gap of a generation.. they would handle it much less lightly than for instance.. you would.. it would be hard.. and i hope other parents will be aware.. not that i want to start a flame for a paradigm on this.. but people are in constant change.. and what was then.. may never be the same for every passing moment.. people change emotions.. people do this.. do that.. disregarding future results..
understanding.. it just takes a bit of that to go a long way through any relationship.. hope my parents won't get to read this.. bka maoffend sila.. ewan ko lng, feeling ko lng.. mentality na ng magulang yan ehh.. i love them.. :) and i accept them for who they are.. and i'm pretty sure they'll do the same for me..
hope i made sense.. actually, wala kong pake kung di mo maintindihan.. ako lng nman ang mkakaintindi ne2 ehh! :p
pero nagcocomputer ako? alam kong msama toh.. pero bket ba gnun? we always seek for what in the end, will endanger us anyway.. ohh yeaahh.. gusto ko manuod ng movie.. libre mo ko! :)
pictures.. they haunt me.. to a sweet nostalgic trance.. i miss them, and how i have been.. i don't need to let go.. but i need to live for the present.. we will meet again my friends.. :)
yes, you dear reader.. i want you to relax.. i want you to chill.. i want you to chillax.. hear you're favorite music.. remember the jokes that once made you laugh so hard.. smile, for no reason.. breathe the air, observe nature.. because one way or another.. there is something there that was there.. to make you happy.. cheer up.. clear up your stress.. because happiness is why were here for anyway.. why don't we try doing as we lived for..
As the roosters one by one screamed the break of dawn Juan, from his small white dog house shook his head groggily gazing at a hundred of those birds that woke him up
A fine thing was he bout a small pup now with bright golden hair Juan, his mouth salivating with hunger looking forward to a good meal from the fat old man he knew as master
He stood in front of the white back door of the mansion his master lived in Juan, sat waiting for the door to open with a hand to rub his neck and another holding a filled plate
But his master came late like all the other days for the past two weeks Juan, fed by the walk-in maid wasn't allowed to enter the house he shared as a home with his master
He vaguely remembers how everyday, a white clad robed man with a bag in hand and a contraption around the neck Juan used to bark at the stranger but everyday, he came as a stranger no more
From time to time he heard the maid and the stranger talk words like "How is the Governor?" Juan did not understand this it followed the same old answer "Not getting any better."
Just two days before, he reckons, a lot of people with straw hats came with angry faces, their angry voices Juan heard shouting, "Give our money back!" but he didn't understand as he drove them away with his fierce barking
He didn't have the will to stay put as he tried to bite away the enemies, or so he thought, of his master Juan grew angry for a reason he didn't know more shouting, "That's what he deserves!" "Let him rot in hell!"
The angry people who wore long sleeved faded shirts towels around their necks Juan didn't get to make them go away but the sires of cars did along with men holding black thick sticks
And just last night more cars with noisy sirens came disturbing him from a light nap Juan saw more strangers come into the mansion and went out with a bed something in it, covered with a blanket
He wagged his tail with excitement as he saw his master's hand drop from the side of the bed Juan missed the evenings he stayed inside the mansion, before the tv with his master, smoking a cigarette
But today, he did not care to think with anything else than his grumbling tummy The sun was getting high, he moved to the shade Juan waited for more, just like what he did a few hour before but no one came neither the stranger nor the maid
"Juan! Juan!", finally he heard the maid's call for his name He didn't mind his master at the moment Juan was too hungry to think but instead of his usual beef dog food served a leash clip clinked, attached to his collar
He came with the maid who told him, they would go to some "pound" they rode a car, they slowly left Juan's house, his master's house a sign was being hammered to the ground of the front yard the roosters being moved to cages and furniture were brought to a truck along with the tv
Their home looked sad and empty he did not understand a thing more than the hunger in his stomach he could think no more of his master for now but he hopes of his return, to be with his master.
wala nmang bumasa ng #01 well, meron nga.. pulos kamaganak ko nman.. ung tita ko, na mukhang naligaw lng sa blog ko.. tsaka ung pinsan ko, na syang pinagpromotean ko pa ng blog ko.. nasabihan pa kong korni.. sawi ang aking damdamin.. bket pa ko nagatubiling gumawa ng isa pa? ewan ko, trip ko lng.. cause in this blog, class, i will discuss..
ADVERTISMENTS: Why I Loathe Them
its because.. ewan ko.. bastaaaaaa!! (bket kaya nkakatuwang magpaulit ulit ng vowels?)
oo, tama ka sa nababasa mo.. yan mga epal na sawsaw sa mga paborito nating programa.. bket pa ba naimbento yan?! para sken.. ang ads, para lng sa mga bagong products.. any more than that.. pde ba.. ilang taon na kaung continouos na nagpapalabas ng mga ads, lgeng may all new! all new fragrance, all new price, all new packaging, grbe! kung free sana yang kinocommercial nyo, maeenganyo pa kong mkipagagawan sa supermarket.. pero yang mga products na bumubula, yan ang madalas di nawawala sa hanay ng mga ads.. after every 2 minutes ng ads, cgurado, meron nyan.. haaay, kung ung mga charity groups sana noh? pero hnde.. kelangan tlagang yang mga sabon.. damn, para na rn nilang sinabi na "eto!! sabon!! shampoo!! detergent!! MALIGO KA NMAN!! MAGLABA KA!! ANG DUMI DUMI MO NA!!" cguro.. effectiv sa mga nagtatamad dyan.. :p well, di sa lahat, lalo na saken.. tinatamad lng tlaga ko maligo minsan ehh.. what's with shampoos anyway? hay nkuh..detergent, isa pa yan.. isa pang kinaiinisan ko lately na inaadvertise.. yan mga text promos.. alam mo nman kung bket.. i need not explain further.. :p tpos.. meron nung mga nkakairitang jingle.. na tlaga nman.. oo, tumatatak sya sa isip, effective, pero paulit ulit ungtune sa isip mo, hanggang sa marindi ka na! prang ginawa sya para sa gnung purpose ehh.. taz lalabas ka ng bahay mo, mpapakinggan mo ung mga bata, saulo na.. grbe.. subtle way for brain washing people.. talaga lng.. tpos ung mga ads na 3 seconds lng.. tipong ganito lng ang sasabihin.. "buy chuva ever product at siguradong mageeklavu ka!" oo nga, maigsi.. simple.. praktikal.. pero.. ipapalabas nman ng 3 beses.. di ka ba nman marindi dun?
tsaka yang mga politiko ngaun na puro ads na lng ang inatupag.. haha, nkakatawa nga.. si noli.. may advertisment.. pinulaan ni legarda.. mamaya, endorser na ng lucida DS na hnde rn nman pla nagpapaputi.. damn.. saya ha! taz ung kay villar na ad.. ung sa OFW.. nkakainis mapakinggan ung sentence na "Si Manny Villar ang nagbayad sa pamasahe pauwi ng mga nkakaawang nilapastangang ofw" awwww.. ang bait ni manny villar.. sarap iboto.. :p pero totoo nga nman, gumagana ang ads.. kz may mga tao na bulag pren sa true purpose ng ads.. ads are shown as if they were JUST to inform.. asa pa nohh.. xempre.. gusto nilang bilhin mo ang produkto nila.. o maniwala sa kanilang mga pinagsasabi.. isa pang nkakabagabag na bagay sa mga commercials.. ung mga ads as a whole na nagpapakita ng mgagandang images.. napagusapan nmen to sa eng 10 ehh.. (nakz) bket nga ba mga magagandang tao ang lumalabas sa TV ads? xempre, di nman pdeng magaganda't gwapo lng ang bumibili nun.. kramihan nman sa mga tao.. ehh alam mo na.. haha.. pero persistent ung gnung factor sa ads.. beautiful people so as to promote their goods.. its a sad truth actually.. it simply states that "what we see there, is what we are not, and what we want to become." overlooked paradox.. oo, nkikita nten ung mga masculadong lalake na kumakain ng tuna.. mga seksing babae na umiinom ng juice.. mga pawisan cheneng cheneng.. nkakalungkot.. ilusyon lamang yang mga yan.. it derives us of the truth..
for short, para di na humaba.. at dhel nauubusan na ko ng panira sa ads.. ads are evil.. period.. (freedom of speech to, lahat ng gumagawa ng ads dyan, wala kaung karapatang ihabla ako.. :D)
just a thought, what is it with the overuse of the word super? super late na ko.. super kain na tau.. super nkakapagod.. and the fact that it is used with a tagalog word just overkills a murder of sense.. i wonder.. how was it if it was used in everyday life?
"super manong, super pabili nga po ng super jumbo hotdog nyo, pakisuper dagdagan na rn po ng super mayonaise, super pakisuper plastic nren po.." "super eto na ang super jumbo hotdog mo, yan eh super 25 super pesos, super enjoy, super come back again..."
weird.. tama si bob ong.. damn.. lalo na pag ginagamit sa super sorry.. tipong naapakan ka na at natapunan ka pa ng juice.. worse na sinasadya nya pa.. sabihin lng nya na "super sorry! heehee" wala na, napatawad na xa ng kalangitan.. ikaw pa ang masama pag sumimangot ka.. matesting nga un.. heehee
thank you na may super? meron nun.. super thank you.. grbe nman.. bawi na kgad.. wala ditong utang na loob.. super thank you nga ehh, as in.. mahabag ka nman.. nag lagay xa ng effort na idagdag ang SUPER, taz ganyan ka, mageexpect ka.. wala na! haha..
super please, isa pang enemy #1 oo, tatlo silang enemy #1 let me correct that.. enemies #1 kz pag ginamitan ka nito.. khet huli mo nang fita.. mabibigay mo pa.. khet thesis mo un, assignment mo un.. na alam mong ikaw lng ang tatama dun.. at di mo pinapahiram kaklase mo.. wala kang powers against SUPER PLEASE!! super nga ehh, ordinaryo ka lng, kahanay ni super please si super man.. so shut up now and eat some food!!
napapahirap ng super ang mundo.. para sken, ang gmit nlang ng super.. ehh kay superman, sa supercalifragilisticexpicalidocious, sa mga ads na nkablast ung word na super, ang ineendorse lng nman pla eh bolpen.. sa mga guro.. (nakz, nkapanipsip na..) sa mga kaibigan ko at nagmamahal sken.. (august 24 ang bday ko mga kaibigan..) tsaka sa kung ano pang bagay na ewan ko na, ayoko nang magisip.. ginagabi na ko..gusto ko nang m2log.. pinahihirapan tau ne2, nilalagay tau sa mga sitwasyon na mhirap lutasan.. para bang pag namimili tau kung uunahin naten ung balat ng chicken or ung chicken? lalo na pag kfc toh..
super please, wag nang gumamit ng super.. ang korni ng blog na to, alam mo bang nagsayang ka ng 6 minutes and 23 seconds? oo, at nde ka pa natawa, para pang bumabaliktad ang tyan mo.. kala mo english noh? joke lng, pinot ako ehh, pinot.. salamat sa aking mga sponsors.. superman merchandise.. kentucky fried chicken.. super jumbo hotdog.. fita.. bob ong.. -idol kita, korni ka daw! haha.. bute nlang, hnde ako korni..
(lahat ng nagsasabi na korni ang blog na toh.. paglilinisin ko ng medyas.. rme na nito oh..)
a poem (?!) that has clearly nothing to do with the title of this blog
Pamamaalam
masaya ang tawa ng hapon nagpapaalam siya ng may ngiting taglay sa mga mata pagkawala nya'y isinambit na tila'y mas mabuti pa.. kesa manatili siya namamayapang sigla.. bigkas nya'y pamamaalam.. ngunit dala nya ang kanyang kaibigan.. ang gabi at ang buwan.. at ang maririkit na bituwin.. na kanyang ipinagmamalaki.. ang malamig, ang masaya, at ang mayuming gabi..
am using the pc in school today.. free net.. and in a few hours, i'll start my first class in college... biology lecture as sec. a bldg. room. 107 just a walk away.. still going to eat lunch.. and i don't know how i should react to this.. well, herei go.. ^^
U know well nman, i'm not a cute guy, not a sports champ, not a famous person, not a rad musician, not the class genius, not much of a writer (just a trying hard one), not that all sweet guy to be head over heeled for, not any special than ordianry me... i'm not any near perfect, but we're here, on our 17th thursday... so i must have done something right all along...
too bad.. i'm too lazy to make one.. i have these ideas piling up.. and i want to type them instead of writing them in paper.. coz it won't make my hands hurt too much.. and i like the cool feeling you get when you type so fast.. and you make that clatter sound that makes you sound like you're a good and fast typer but actually you're not.. wala lng.. i still haven't vrought up the courage.. i have the fear of stopping in the middle of it.. and i hate the way that feels.. yah.. very much.. plus.. where to put it? i don't want it in word, i want people to read it.. but but, basta.. ewan ko.. kulet ko.. arte ko... wahaha! XD weeeee.. saya nman.. ^^
haha, u might wonder what's with those albums with the friendster logos.. no, its not black propaganda against multiply.. they're albums from my fs.. trying out the album import thing, and it was kinda confusing.. getting my lazy ass to fix it back is a lot more frustrating than having to write this blog saying.. "what i should do now is what i should do later: procrastinate" because.. i just don't want to.. i want to leave it as it is coz i'm too laid off to do so... and that's the moral of my blog post here...
i'm lazy, my photos are a mess, duplicated, and given dissarrayed unassigned albums with friendster logos, and its not gonna bring me somwhere better.. haha.. this blog is soooo funny! hahahahahaha.. NO
why am i soo desperate to write a blog?! look at me, staring at this web page for a complete 10 minutes.. just staring, thinking of what to type.. i'm not obliged! so why am i wasting my time here? now? when i cud have used it with more useful things! but that doesn't matter now.. coz i have a funny story to tell.. hahaha..
i don't have the nerve to tell it.. it actually isn't that funny anyway.. sumhow, in my subconciousness.. it is taboo for me to tell people how stupid i think i am.. and its like begging for pity in a way, when you finally speak of how a failure u have been.. its like giving up.. but i don't really think soo.. i do believe in this world.. that i am a failure.. a trying hard.. good for nothin loser.. but instead of sulking and being sad.. i am using that thought to make me continue for everyday.. with the golden hope in me.. saying.. "sumhow, i won't be that guy anymore" i am constantly on the climbing process.. and i'm getting to it.. sumhow.. i'm letting go of that name for me.. coz deep insisde.. i know i'm not.. but i use it anyway.. coz it humbles me.. and it purges me to be better day after day..
(i did say it after all.. haha, isn't that funny.. ;p)
i had my left molar filled last tuesday.. and today's thursday, up to now, i'm still getting used to it.. i really am bugged with missing teeth, and even more when they get filled back again, and i admit.. i'm not that good at taking care of them..
but that's not the point.. :p you know, i just thought..
why fill this tooth? now that it has been filled, i had to suffer every time i put a metal spoon to my mouth, and accidentally touching it in the amalgam fill in my molars... it hurts, as if you're being electrocuted.. i scream with the pain.. even worse than biting my tongue.. and i hate that.. even worse, the operation wasn't too comfortable either! so why take the hassle of filling it in.. paying for it and suffering from it, when it didn't even hurt b4 u had it filled?
simple.. just like the things we do in life.. these things, work up to a worse ending.. and even before we get to that.. we get it filled.. we get it solved as soon as possible.. this process does hurt.. but its better.. than having to suffer from sumthing worse in the end..
(that didn't really make sense, haha, my tooth just hurts.. )
destination insanity 
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