workign title: Practically Royalty

Practically Royalty


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I walk everyday to school. I pass the Pinaglabanan all the time. I never see it as anything more than a hive for squatters.

Years before anyone cared, the tunnel, you know, the one where Bonifacio and his men passed to escape from the Kastilas.

Yeah, that tunnel. Squatters filled it with garbage…piles and piles of garbage.

Imagine Bonifacio digging through trash while they try to escape certain death. It just makes you laugh.

Wait, was it really Bonifacio?

Oh well, I was never that good in history anyway.

Why am I talking about the Pinaglabanan when I have a test in Math today.

Math, another subject that I’m not good at.

Who cares, really, about the things they teach in school? Which job (and I don’t mean those low-paying thankless jobs) actually requires you to know trigonometry? Will your boss ever ask you “who was the guy that gave-up last to Americans?”

Hmmm…that was Macapagal, right? No, she’s still alive and she’s a girl. I bet, whoever the guy is, that the Americans killed him the moment they saw him.

There’s this foreigner in class. He’s from India. He said he was a Kasatri-whatever. His name is Akmud. He said that he’s practically royalty.

Hehe, Royalty. I thought that was a brand of spaghetti.

He prances about the school hallways, making sure everyone knows he is practically Royalty. I don’t like it when he passes by my chair. He smells terrible and he has dandruff.

I wonder why they’re in the Philippines. I mean if they’re practically Royalty there, wouldn’t they prefer to live there than here where Royalty means a brand of spaghetti or being relatives with political dynasties (that’s what my dad told me, “Yang mga politico nay an! Di naman dapat sila naklaupo diyan! Naghahariharian dito sa siyudad natin purkit buong angkan nila nagging mayor na ditto!” I think he was drunk when he told me that. He was laid off that day. He worked for the office of the mayor. He was replaced by a son-in-law of the new mayor. My mom told me that).

One time, during recess, Akmud sat beside me. Maybe he couldn’t find another loser to brag about his being practically royalty.

“What do you want, Akmud?” I asked him, without looking over my math homework that I failed to do last night.

“It’s Ahk-muk-od,” he told me in that unusual nasaly accent of his. “Help me with my Filipino homework.”

“No way!” I yelled back. This time, I looked him in the eye. Can’t he see that I’m busy with my own homework?

“Okay, just let me copy from your test paper on tomorrow’s homework.” AHk-muk-od said.

“No way!” I said again. “Don’t you have servants to do something about that?”

“I don’t have servants,” he sheepishly looked away, “I am not in India anymore. I do not know your language. I will fail school if I don’t pass this test.”

“Why me?” was all I could say.

“Because you are best in Filipino.”

“Okay. Make sure the teacher don’t catch us.” I simply told him. He praised me. I thought he was going to insult how lowly I was because I wasn’t Indian or a kasatriwathever.


(di pa tapos)

Stepping on Niccolo Machiavelli

 While I was browsing for books in fully booked, gateway, I dropped my baggage counter card. Yes, my bag was that big.

I  never noticed it; but, the white and black floorboard are actually chapters of Niccolo Machiavelli's book The Prince. Correct me ifI'm wrong; but, I'm positively sure that the chapters are from The Prince.

Yes, I was the freako you saw bending down to read the floorboards. I've been going to fully booked gateway since highschool. I thought the the floorboards were black and white squigly lined patterns. I bet few people noticed it too.

It's not surprising that people ignore these kinds of things. Who cares about The Prince being stepped on by random people? Hardly anyone knows about the book.

And yes, I know I'm a freako for bragging about what I noticed in a random visit to the bookstore.

Personal

hahaha, i deleted it.

Writer's Block: Exercise #1

I have one hell of a writer's block today. It couldn't have come at a more inconvenient opportunity.

"Please go away now! You're in the way of my dreams!" I say to my suddenly be-fleshed writer's block.

Crap! I wish I didn't turn down that job offer I got before graduation. I wouldn't be in this situation if I took it.

Again, crap.

I read this online article on writer's block on how to eliminate it. Last tip said that I should do writing exercises to make the creative juices flow. It sounds like I have angina or coronary blockage or something.

But, what the crap, I'm desperate to try absolutely anything.

http://www.meredithsuewillis.com/writingexercises1-20.html

Exercise #1

I see a house - an old, ramshackle living space that was abandoned not long ago by confused farmers. I say confused because the house is situated in the wilderness. The house looks like a chicken coop. Maybe it is a chicken coop. So a chicken must be living in there.

No way. Undomesticated carnivorous animals should have eaten the chicken by the time I see the picture so I imagine the house empty.

Except, maybe on days when lovers with no place to display their loving go to express love. err. It kind of looks like the house in Jennifer Love Hewitt's movie, If Only. Yep, that's where they had sex.

Maybe, a hobo lives there now. I imagine the house to be near a lake. The hobo probably gets his food from the lake. He can fish for food. He could tie a string on his big toe and wait for an unsuspecting fish to be forced by gravity to be someone else's hearty meal.

Alright, I feel the the blood rushing through my unhealthy, flabby, clogged writer's veins. I don't think I need to add more.

Step # 1 said that I should step away from my computer or paper when I have writer's block. I think I'll do that and clog my veins some more with mind-numbing "Si Manny Villar ang magtatapos ng ating kahirapan!"

Crappy elections.

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so i won't forget

William Shatner

While on my  writig hiatus/ vacation from real life, i was in cavite, gaining weight and rotting brains with television and sudoku.

I've done 36 puzzles (skipped five of those when I realized that I ade a mistake and had to start over).

I finally watched a movie, no make that three movies, after such a long time of skimping my student allowance, which, by the way, I am no longer entitled to since I am not an undergraduate student anymore.

Our DVD player bit the dust last year after indulging myself with one and a half series of Heroes. I like Masi Oka. I am the ultimate geek in my family, well, maybe not ultimate. I do admit to being a geek.

So while lounging around the small but comfortable grandma's home, feeling incessantly guilty and losing as much self-esteem as fast as Heidi Montague decides to have plastic surgery or as fast as Joe Jonas changing girlfriends, I sat down to watch a movie with my family on my tita's big screen television and very workable DVD player.

I watched Star Trek alone. We all watched Julia and Julie and Sweeny Todd: Demon Barber from Hell.

Imagine the gore as we ate cooked instant panit canton and pandesal while we watched Sweeny Todd.

Julie and Julia made my blog look like a frivolous activity since it doesn't have a goal other than publish my rants. Oh well, I'm happy.

I like Star Trek most of all. I watched the series, of course. I'm not some noob, trying to pass on as a Star Trek fan and an ultimately hot geek just because 2009 Spock is very hot and very irrisistable.

Hey, Captain Kirk (or was it Kurt, alright, I admit that I'm not a die-hard fan. I just like the story. plus 70's Captain Kirk/Kurt is hot. I wish somebody should correct me on some of my misgivings about Star Trek. For now, I'll use Kirk).

70's Captain Kirk was played by William Shatner. I knew that William shatner was a big name in the 70's.

I saw his name on the credits of Boston Legal and nonchalantly brushed it off as his comeback to Hollywood.

It wasn't until Bjorn told me that 70's Captain Kirk is the same William Shatner that made me freak.

I repeat, 70's Captain Kirk is bsolutely the BOMB.

Why is 2009 William Shatner so cute and plump and sexist?

Err. What happened?

Of course, he aged. Star Trek was 30 years ago.

Anyway, I still like both series.

And yes, this blog post is me freaking out over the realization that Captain Kirk and the Boston Legal guy (I never bothered to know their Lawyer names) are both played by William Shatner.

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What the crap? 

Oh well, Space: The Last Frontier.

or was it the final frontier?

Will blog for $5

I watched an episode of attack of the show twice yesterday. I don't understand why I did. Maybe that's all I do now. watch television. get worked up for not doing anyting at all. eat the feeling off then sleep. crap. "buhay-baboy" ika nga.

crap.

I watched. I got learned. Get $5 for doing random things. chekc out the site


www.fiverr.com.

Some are cool others are just silly.

Not in the mood.

three days without writing...

too preoccupied to write...

maybe depressed...

i've been losing weight lately...

crap, i actually thought i gained weight...

anyway, i'm not in the mood...

i've been double thinking myself ...

crap

"Masakit bagsakan ng cap" Monica Palad

Oo tapos na. Grumaduate na ako. Umakyat nasa stage, binalik na ang toga, kinain na ang handa.

Matapos nang matagal na pag-antay at mahabang paghihirap, nilipat na ang tassle ng aming mga cap.

At oo, nakuha ko sa facebook status message ni Monica ang title ng blog na ito. Pasensya na kung naging assuming ako, Monica. Nagustuhan ko status mo eh. Mamaya ilalike ko pagkatapos ng blog na ito.

Wala pang diploma. Sana ibigay na nila dahil yun naman talaga ang pinaghirapan nating makuha.

Akalain ninyo, isang pirasong papel lamang ang halaga ng apat na taong kunsumi, tuwa, at paghihirap. Isang pirasong papel lamang ang halaga ng nilagi natin sa Santo Tomas. Isang pirasong papel ang halaga ng mga alaalang kahit kailan di mabubura sa ating isipan bago tayo magka-alzheimers. (di ko sure spelling, patawarin ninyo ako at icorrect niyo na rin).

Sana malaki at magand yung papel. Maganda rin sana kung nakaframe na pagkabigay.

Nang matapos ang "solemn investiture" namin, nariyan ang pagbato ng cap. Nahiya akong ibato dahil baka may matamaan ako o baka hindi ko na mahanap muli ang cap tulad ng nangyari kay Esther. Nakita niya ata.

Last kickback ko na yung P200 na ibibigay pagkabalik.

Pero binato ko pa rin. Mababa lang para siguradong mahuli ko.

Nang ibato ko, pinalangin ko na sana di na siya mahulog ulit. Di bale na yung P200 basta mamalagi nang matagal ang pakiramdam ng pagiging estudyante. Masarap kasi. Maluwag sa kalooban. Bata pa rin ako hanggang sa mahulog muli ang sumbrerong iyon.

Pero nariyan ang gravity. Di totoo ang kantang "Defying Gravity" na kinanta sa Glee last week. (Galing pala sa play na "Wicked" ang kantang iyon. Maganda yung kwento, tunkol sa wicked witch of the west ng Wizard of Oz).

Dahil nga may gravity, bumalik ang cap sa mga kamay ko. Bumalik ag katotoohanang tapos na ang kabataan ko.

Doon ko naisip na "Masakit pala bagsakan ng cap."

(Thank you, Monica, sa idea. Ito ang iniisip ko hanggang ngayon. Di ko lang alam kung paano sasabihin.)

Shoes

I love shoes. 

Sandals. Boots. Stilletos. Bakya.

I only actually own three pairs. I don't even own a pair of rubber shoes. I borrow black school shoes from my sister. I borrow close toe flats from my mother.

I own two pairs of sandals. I bought them for two-for-P180. Did I mention that I am a tightwad?

I bought my third pair just three days ago. (Actually, my parents bought it for me.)

Stilleto sandals. Black straps. I like it. It makes my legs look sexier than they really are.

I am going to use that pair for graduation.

Unlike most stilletos or heeled shoes that I've tried in the past. This particular pair of stilletos are very comfortable. I walk for an hour a day wearing it to make sure that I won't embarrass myself on graduation day.

I love beautiful shoes. They make our feet look prettier and cleaner than they actually are. Feet looks really weird. It's also prone to uncleanliness because it's usually closest to the floor.

My dilemma with shoes are that most of them are really not that comfortable. I noticed that everytime I wear a new pair of shoes, my feet suffers while my legs look sexier.

I have a thing for beautiful legs.

Pain=Price of beauty?

Why do we go to extreme ends to look beautiful. Our feet were actually made like this for a reason. We deform our feets with these torture devices.

Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I think my pinky toes are facing the wrong direction. The nails are suppose to face upwards, right? My pinky toes' nails are facing the outside of the feet. ewww...I have deformed feet.

When I was going to a job interview, I borrowed my mom's wedge-heeled shoes. At first, I didn't care about the pain but the longer I wore them, the more painful they become.

When I took off my shoes after the interview, my feet were covered with blisters (pinky toes, big toes, heels, etc.) I was glad I had the forethought to bring a pair of sandals.

I remember our literature teacher. He told us that heeled shoes started in France so that the men would look taller than the women. Taller meant superiority over the women. I'm actually not sure about this. He was our teacher in freshman year (2006).

I wonder what happened. Why did the tables turn? Why are women the ones wearing heeled shoes now?

Is it because women are now more superior than men? Maybe women are naturally shorter than men and wearing heels helped them become the same height as the men. Does wearing heeled shoes mean that women are actually exerting their rights as equals of men?

If that is so, I should buy more heels.

POEM: Pintada

She treks unchartered
territories
For the thrill
of first blood,
Slipping slowly
from the corner of her lip

She licks it
and uses it
for lipstick

Other times
She explores
conquered lands

And loots the gold
to buy fricolities
to drape on her body

Once she's chosen
She reels in her prey
with bliss
shrouded in roses
peonies and vanillas

She'll render you
helpless
with knowledgeable
chatter.


She'll trap you
with sinigang
caldereta, adobo
and mechado

She'll pounce on you
when you're asleep
and hungrily
claw on your skin
until nothing but
remnants of flesh
are left

The trouble is
you will
willingly
choose to stay
with the pintada,
foolishly believing
that
there
never
was
a war.

Graduation Blues 2.0

Today, we got our togas.

Hey, did you know that togas came from the greeks? Did you also know that togas differ from one city to another? That's why everytime a citizen is exiled from the city, they leave their togas behind.

Never mind. I'm not even sure if those are true.

We got our togas after four years of trying so hard to earn the right to wear it - to deserve the degree.

I hanged my toga. I even chose a special hanger for it. I struggled with the hood. I'm not really sure how I'm going to drape it on my toga but I think I figured it out.

And I stared at it for an hour, thinking that my toga looks better than that silver dress that I would be wearing under it.

Last time, I was ranting about what to wear under it and how the toga will just cover it. I realized that the dress shouldn't upstage the toga. The dress wasn't meant to be the attention grabber on our bodies.

After four years of putting up with lame and irritable situations alongside home troubles, I'm finally graduating.

I tried on the toga. I got goosebumps when I saw myself wearing it so I took it off immediately.

I finally earned the right wear a toga. I'm excited to wear it again on monday.

Wala lang. I wanted to rant lang. I'm having mixed feelings about graduation

Manyak! Gabriela!

Isa sa pinakanakakatakot na karanasan na maaring mangyari sa isang tao ay ang pambabastos ng kanilang pagkatao. Sa babae, (minsan lalake) kasama na rin dito and pangmamanyak.

Kahit sino ka pa, presidente, bella, edukada o kulang sa aral, basta may suso ka at puwet, pwedeng pwede kang manyakin.

Laganap iyan sa kalye, sa tren, kahit saang lugar na may paghahalubilo ng mga tao, may manyak.

Di patas na mangyari ito. Di ko alam sa mga lalake. Patawarin ninyo ako kung di ko man maintindihan ang nang tama inyong posisyon ngunit magkokonsentrate ako muna sa babae.

Matagal nang ipinaglalaban ang karapatan ng kababaihan - ang kanilang "pagka-equal"  sa lalake.

Maaring mababaw ang pagtingin ko rito, patawarin ninyo ako.

Dapat patas. Dapat respetuhin ang babae bilang katulad di bilang kagamitang pampaligaya o pampalibog. 

Sa tingin ko, sa bawat haplos nang di dapat sa kahit anong parte ng katawan ng babae,  bumabagsak ang kanyang pagkatao  dahil di tao ang turing sa kanya kundi sex toy.

Hindi naman sa sobrang agree na agree ako sa karapatang pambabae dahil minsan sumosbra ito.

Sa tren, kapag marami akong nakikitang lalake na nakaupo habang sandamakmak na babae ang nakatayo, naasar ako.

Wala nang gentleman puro balasubas na lang na lalake.

Pero mali pala iyon.

Ipinaglalaban ng babae ng equal sila sa lalake. Di ba't kasama na dun ang pagtanggap na sa tren wala nang gender gender, meron lang pagod na  mga paa at mga nanginginig na binti.

Kaya naman, tuwing nasa terminal station, musical chairs ang laro. Paunahan sa upuan, ang mahuli, magji-gymnastics at magbabalansing. ang mahuli ay magkakaroon ng matitibay na binti at malabakal na paa.

Siyempre, di rin naman patas kung manunulak ka at ihuhulog mo ng sadya ang nakaupo na. Di rin naman patas na ang mga disabled, buntis at mga matatanda ay nakikipaglaro sa kamatayan habang pinipilit nilang manatiling nakatayo at may matirang dignidad kung matumba.

Ang nakakainis naman rito ay ang mga nagtutulugtulugan. Nakita na nga nilang nahihirapan, kunyari di pa nakita.

Lahat naman kunyari di pa nakita. Hintayan hanggang may makunsensya.

Minsan, ang mgataong ito, pinagpepray kong lumagpas ng estasyon upang maging conscious naman sila tungkol sa masamang nararanasan ng kapwa tulad ng pangmamanyak.

(Oo na, alam kong mali ang ipagdasal ng may  mangyaring masama sa kapwa, binabawi ko na.)

Music: American Idol Rant

I blame Miley Cyrus.

Blogs I want to write but definitely will not plan to write

I'm enjoying blogging. I should make this a daily habit when I officially start becoming a bum. err.

I'm really tired; but, I want to write some more so I'm writing this to remind myself to write about the following tomorrow:

1. Child Labor in the media (yes, I'm not done trashing the industry)
2. Ego-feeding (apparently, I need this while the terrible feeling of being a bum is slowly looming towards me)
3. Food
4. Job hunting
5. Classroom competition vs Office Politics
6. Why GMA called Bangit and Verzosa for a meeting. (HA! asses just couldn't keep their mouths shut)
7. The most popular game journalists play
8. Why Susan Boyle couldn't fight back bad singers that brought the sexy back again after Boyle sent it away.
9. Grammar consciousness among writers and why they bully each other
10. Filipino writing.
11. My bed problems
12. Stephen Colbert and the bitch in Chelsea Daily
13. Martha Stewart


I'm sure I'll forget half of these by the time I wake up tomorrow. I hope this post helps. For all I know, I'm the only person I know who would read my blog. (crap, I'm such a loser)

Job ranting: What would you consider your biggest achievement in life.

My biggest achievement would be winning a writing contest for the first time. It was a simple high school on-the-spot writing contest. It doesn't have the glamor of the PALANCA or the ONGPIN award; but, that simple unknown and unglamorous award gave my life direction.

It was the first time I knew that I could write - that I could translate my ideas well with words.

It was the pivotal point in my life that made me decide that I want to become a writer.

Writers are among the most prolific, dynamic and inspiring people. They appreciate life in different points -of-view.

Writers are both intellectuals and artists. Their works give them different faces.

Ever since I learned that I could write, I knew that it was what I want to be doing five to ten years later. I knew that on my deathbed, I want to be holding a pen in my last feeble attempt to write my last words as my husband holds my hand firmly as if gripping remnants of my slowly fading life.

I won the award more than five years ago. I haven't stopped writing ever since. Every time I write, I get the same feeling as my first kiss. It's an unexplained sensation that I just can't get enough.

My award was third place for English short story. That award seems unimportant compared to my first USTETIKA  (A literary award for UST students, considered the PALANCA within UST) or my academic honors; but, it's value to me surpasses everything else that I have achieved and will achieve in life. It definitely is my biggest and most valuable achievement.

Poem

Only Bjorn has seen this. I was afraid to show this to anyone else for fear of being mistaken as a lesbian. I'm not, by the way. I wrote this during class when I didn't want to listen to report (hahaha, I can't remember which of my classmates were reporting that day. I'm sorry if I offended anyone.)

Try not to hurt my feelings too much. I'm new with poetry. I'm an absolute amateur.

Lingerie
by Tubig Diwata

She moved quickly
That woman in the dark
And she wore it right
That lingerie I bought
Last time I went to the mall

Honestly, I asked myself why
I bought that thing

She moved quickly
That lady in the dark
While her scent shifted
from sweet,
                 sweet
                        sweet bliss
to swift
          relentless
                   want

She touched hard
And felt the hardness
of my abdomen
Secretly whispering inanities
            profanities
and conspicuously screaming
        faint...faint...faint
               echoes of terror

The bedside digital clock struck
...midnight

She swifty moved away
Picking up pieces of clothing
Discarded as she tried on the lingerie

Lying in bed,
...light
    ...light from the digital clock
blind me
or maybe it was water
that blurred everything else
except the numbers
      except the numbers


12:11

Eleven minutes ago
She wore my lingerie


***

She removed my lingerie
           dressed
and left
picking up luggages
neatly piled by the door

I looked away
I see drawers empty
Not a sight of clothing
but the lingerie
that she once wore right.

What to wear for graduation when you're sure your toga will cover up the whole thing?

I'm about to graduate on Monday. Most people prefer to worry about what to wear under their togas. I am too, honsetly. I wanted to wear an old dress but my mother wants me to wear something special. She also said that most of my dresses are too casual.

I remember our first meeting about our graduation. The college secretary said that he doesn't care what we wear under our togas since it won't be seen anyway. He said that to hell if we want to go to our graduation wearing pajamas under our togas (he inserted some curses here).

That was last semester or first semester since last semester for me would be second semester. That sentence is messed-up.

On our second orientation about our graduation, he handed out primers for us and our parents.

*1. All candidates for graduation are required to be at the PICC Lobby at 1:30 p.m. The program starts at exactly 3:00 p.m. Wear formal attire and decent footwear. (additional for the ladies: wear something longer than your toga)


He even added that the boys have no problem deciding what to wear since they have probably worn their graduation clothes for their thesis defense. Guys are lucky they don't have to worry about what they wear since their attires and get-ups  all look the same only in different colors. (notice that its either plain t-shirt, collared shirt or button-down shirt) Girls, on the other hand, have a wide array of designs to rack their brains with (I know I'm not suppose to end a sentence with a preposition so I'm not placing a period at the end of the sentence, ha!)


I'm not complaining. I actually like the idea of getting dressed nice. I just don't like fussing over what I wear.

Just this morning, I was going to apply for a job. I wore black slacks and black button down collared blouse. It was plain, clean and simple. It looked boring, really.

I had to ask my sister to help me spruce it up a little so I don't look like I'm too poor to buy real clothes or too desperate for steady salary. Most (no, not most - ALL) of the office attire clothes I own are hand-me-downs from my mother, by the way. She gave me a whole bag of it. I just dig through when I need something to wear.

My sister added a white lacey kamisa under my blouse and a white belt. It looked better and not-hand-me-down.

I also hate spending too much money on clothes. I'd like it more if someone else was spending their money for my clothes (but, we both know that those days are over. crap.).

I am a tightwad.

One time, I asked my mom "Ma, malapit na graduation ko! Ano susuotin natin?"

She wittily answered, "Dapat terno tayo. May sale diyan ngayon sa ukay-ukay. Dun tayo tumingin."

When I heard "sale," I felt my wallet jerk in my pocket. (sorry, I know that sounded really corny)

When I heard terno, my heart skipped a beat. crap. I know she must be joking. In my high school graduation, my mom wore flashy clothes.

Crap, I'm ranting. I forgot my point.

Anyway, I'm graduating. I don't care as much about what I wear under my toga than what credentials I drape around my resume. I hope I'm skilled enough to be worthy of a job that I want to still be doing five to 10 years from now.

I noticed that most employers ask applicants in either their interviews or application forms what they see themselves doing five to ten years from now.

I'm sure I want to become an entrepreneur in the death care business. I mean it.

10 Conyomandments

1. Thou shall make gamit "make+pandiwa".
ex. "Let's make pasok na to our class!"
"Wait lang! I'm making kain pa!"
"Come on na, we can't make hintay anymore! It's in Andrew pa, you know?"


2. Thou shall make kalat "noh", "diba" and "eh" in your pangungusap.
ex. "I don't like to make lakad in the baha nga, no? Eh diba it's like, so eew, diba?"
"What ba: stop nga being maarte noh?"
"Eh as if you want naman also, diba?"


3. When making describe a whatever, always say "It's SO pang-uri!"
ex. "It's so malaki, you know, and so mainit!"
"I know right? So sarap nga, eh!"
"You're making me inggit naman.. I'll make bili nga my own burger."


4. When you are lalaki, make parang punctuation "dude", 'tsong" or "pare"
ex. "Dude, ENGANAL is so hirap, pare."
"I know, tsong, I got bagsak nga in quiz one, eh"


5. Thou shall know you know? I know right!
ex. "My bag is so bigat today, you know"
"I know, right! We have to make dala pa kasi the jumbo Physics book eh!"


6. Make gawa the plural of pangngalans like in English or Spanish.
ex. "I have so many tigyawats, oh!"


7. Like, when you can make kaya, always use like. Like, I know right?
ex. "Like, it's so init naman!"
"Yah! The aircon, it's, like sira!"


8. Make yourself feel so galing by translating the last word of your sentence, you know, your pangungusap?
ex. "Kakainis naman in the LRT! How plenty tao, you know, people?"
"It's so tight nga there, eh, you know, masikip?"


9. Make gamit of plenty abbreviations, you know, daglat?"
ex. "Like, OMG! It's like traffic sa LRT"
"I know right? It's so kaka!"
"Kaka?"
"Kakaasar!"


10. Make gamit the pinakamaarte voice and pronunciation you have para full effect!
ex. "I'm, like, making aral at the Arrhneo!"
"Me naman, I'm from Lazzahl!"


Disclaimer. I didn't make this. I found this on my friend's friend's facebook account. I don't want to forget about this so I'm posting this here.

On the entertainment industry

Today, I surprised myself. I was asked what I think about the entertainment industry. Don't I think it's baduy?

I don't think that the entertainment industry is baduy. really. People think its that because the industry isn't the same as the business or political sector. The entertainment seems like frivolity in the society where everyone needs relief from  the stress of the latter two sectors.

The entertainment industry is important too. They define their generation. They are the epitome of the society of a certain period. They are the ones remembered as time passes.

Everybody will remember Marilyn Monroe; but, no one remembers who the Match King is.

As time passes, the newer generations ask about their ancestors. While money and politics showed the currency and the administration of the people, celebrities define the psyche, the personality of the people.

We don't see their importance now; but, someday, they will be.

It's funny, though. 2007 personality of the year is Stephen Colbert. He also won gutsiest move the same year for mocking George W. Bush in his stand-up act in a White House dinner event. 2009 most recognizable celebrities were Lady Gaga and Taylor Swift.

I see Lady Gaga as an artist. Most see her as the fashion faux pas. I believe she's more than that. She's gutsy because she can survive the incredible things gossip-mongers say about her and still pursue her art.

Taylor Swift is well Taylor Swift. She defines the youth and makes 40-year old laborers seem like slackers. Yes, I quoted the guy who interviewed her for the People of the Year Award. She's gutsy because she writes about heartbreaks caused by her celebrity ex-boyfriends (Joe Jonas and probably Taylor Lautner)

In the Philippines, I noticed that children are the trend in the industry. Santino makes a come-back as a girl in Agua Bendita. The same perosnality is there anyway. I also noticed that it takes such along time for the Agua Bendita characters to grow-up. We've seen many montages ringing with the theme song "Malayo pa ang umaga!" but still the charactersand the children are still children.

I think the network is still banking on the Santino enterprise by giving his personality and "special skill" to a female child character. Agua heals people with her tears.

Children are also stars of two other ABS shows: Kulilit abd Goin' Bulilit.

Children are all in the commercials. Camella Homes, Itnok, Magic Sarap, Jumbo Hotdog. The Manny Villar Ad.

Child Labor is a massive industry. If the children could pay taxes, the government would surely rack-up quite a massive amount.

Unless of course, they'd use them in their election ad campaign. I'll save my rantings on elections tomorrow. I'll tie my 9-year-old sister to her bed just to make sure.

Graduation Blues

I'm graduating on March 29. We've been told of this months ago. I didn't think I'd care so much that I'm graduating.

My heart is pounding. thump. thump. thump.

I'm afraid of the change. Am I really prepared for the challenges outside school?

I admit that I'm not confident of my abilities or skills. I admit that I'm afraid that what I have now are not enough for me to be competitive enough to get a job. A real job.

I'm ranting again. This time it's published. Dang. I'm not really sure what my problem is. I'm trying to figure it out. The most that I know is that I'm afraid.

What am I afraid of, really?

I am excited to try-on a toga, though.

Pinoy Social Psyche & Moving on

I know. the titles of both this blog entry and the blog itself are corny. yeah, whatever. I'm sure you're about to call your lawyer to make sure that I pay for allegedly overstepping over someone else's title.

Before you do that, if you need me to mention disclaimers, I will. I disclaim things that don't actually belong to me.

But, "Psyche" actually belongs to the Romans. It means either Soul or butterfly. It comes from the story of Cupid and Psyche and the story of how love and soul united.

I love that story more than I love Romeo and Juliet.

Anyway, I chose the title because it is double meaning.

Pinoy Social Soul or Pinoy Social Butterfly. I guess I'll let my future blogpost to elaborate on why I chose that title.

I just want to say that I'm moving my blogs to this single account. I have five. yes, five. I'm not even sure why I do. I think because I want my blog to be more professional. My older ones are me fangirling over random things.

I'm graduating next week. I want a fresh start. Clean Slate.

By the way, I came from

elazarah.multiply.com (old personal blog)
tubigdiwata.blogspot.com (latest poetry blog)
elanoel.blogspot.com (random blah blog)

I have two others that I won't tell you because I use those for some other purposse that I don't want anybody to know.