Technologically Tragic

imagine this:

4 pm pa lang tapos ko na lahat ng dapat tapusin para sa feasib report tomorrow morning. 9 pm tapos ko na 'yung gimmick na sinasabi ni joboss para astig sana 'yung presentation.

12:30 am na natatanga na naman ang burner ko!!!

sabi sa pop-up, 2 minutes na lang tapos na... eh p*@#^&! 15 minutes na hindi na gumalaw pa 'yung bar chorva nya... aiup talaga. tas nung na-click ko, not responding na! grrr talaga... imbes na wala na akong kangarag-ngarag dahil minsan sa buhay ko ay sinipag ako, ang teknolohiya naman ang magpapabagsak sa akin! IBALIK NA NGA LANG ANG MANILA PAPER AT PENTEL PEN!!! at least doon wala na akong sablay.

ang malabo lang talaga dito, nung isang linggo nakapag-burn pa ako ng kanta para sa kaibigan ko. hindi naman siya tinopak. napagtanto ko na kung kailan ko siya talagang kailangan... saka naman siya nasisira... nananadya na yata ito ah... parang lalake. hahahaha!!

hay... todo na nga siguro desperasyon ko dahil itinatawa ko na lang ito. sana naman maayos ko ang lahat at makatulog na naman ako.

Still Drunk

it's two o' clock in the morning and i just got home. this is the first time that i will be trying to write an entry while i'm drunk. you would just have to imagine how much time it took for me to type up that last sentence since you won't be able to see me squinting at the screen right now... trying to keep my eyes open enough for me to see the words i put out onto the screen. also, deleting every other letter since i push an excessive amount of keys at my current state.

i missed hanging out with my boys. there were only four of us there when i left a few minutes earlier- john, pea, jopet, and i. i didn't get roaring drunk but it was enough for me to feel a numbness in my legs. good thing my mom did not open the door for me... i wouldn't have heard the last of it since this would be the first time she'd catch me like this.

there's really no reason for writing this entry... i'm just trying to figure out how i sound like when i've had a few shots under my belt... so far, so good. no bitter references to a certain ex nor unnecessary rants towards non-existing characters....

pucha nahihirapan na ako!!!!!!!!! matutulog na ako... siet.

Magpapaalam na Sa'yo Ang Aking Kwarto*

madaling araw na, kakauwi pa lang natin, at kasalukuyan mong pinanonood ang ginagawa kong pagbukas sa aking kwarto. tinanggal mo ang sapatos mo, itinabi, at sinundan mo ko papasok.

natawa ka pa nga ng kaunti... tumambad kasi sa'yo ang sabog na estado ng kwarto ko.
pinagalitan mo pa ako dahil sa tanda kong ito, hindi pa rin ako marunong magligpit. iniwan muna kita saglit habang inaayos ko naman ang ipinunta mo roon.

nang tatawagin na kita, natigilan ako. nakatayo ka pa rin malapit sa kama ko, kahit na inayos ko na ang isang bahagi ng kama para makaupo ka. hinihimas mo ang laruan na nasa ulunan, nakilala mo pala. lumingon ka at nakita mo akong nakatingin sa'yo. nakangiti mong sinabi,

"tagal ko na palang hindi pumupunta dito, ano? naaalala ko tuloy 'yung dati 'pag dito lang tayo nakatambay..."

iniisip mo pala iyon. naupo ka sa kama, kinuha ang isang unan, at niyakap ito. kahit pala palitan ko ng pillowcase iyon, alam mo pa rin. siguro halata na laspag na siya dahil lagi ko siyang niyayakap, kaya mo siguro nakilala.

tumabi ako sa'yo at nahiga tayo. napaisip din tuloy ako. paano nga ba tayo noon? ano nga ba ginagawa natin dito? naaalala ko na... pero parang iba na sa pagkakaalala ko noon.

ilang araw ang lumipas, ginugulo pa rin ako ng mga tanong. at sa paggising ko isang araw, nalaman ko ang sagot.

hindi ko na maalala 'yung nararamdaman ko noon kapag kasama kita.

matapos ang mahabang panahon, nakalimot na nga ako.

hindi ko lang inaasahan na malungkot din pala ang mag-move on.

* si ces kasi, nag-quote ng "kwarto..." hehe.

Good Things Happen When You Cut H.E.

monday night, late na akong nakauwi from a catering gig- nalipasan na ng gutom, sumasakit ang paa, at bangag to the max. pag-uwi ko ay kailangan ko pang ayusin ang dumpsite na aking kwarto dahil kung hindi ay mahihiga ako sa tambak na damit, libro, gamit, at kung anu-ano pa sa aking kama.

tapos papasok pa ng 10 am the next morning. PE pa. i enjoy the class pero wala ako sa kundisyon para mag-pick up ng dance steps, lalo na 'yung may pa-hop hop pa! imagine nalang 'yung hitsura nun... mukha siguro akong adik. ang laki ko pa, sumasabit pa ung heels ko sa cracks sa tiles ng vanguard, at masakit pa likod ko (nirarayuma na rin ba ako tulad ni binay?!)

after that, naglunch ako sa tambayan... tapos sinabi sakin ni mayor na pinanood nilang mag-taekwondo moves si korean champ... and that i missed half of my life. shucks talaga... consuelo de bobo man lang for a crappy morning... and an afternoon that's stinking up pretty quickly.

pagkatapos nun, lumabas ng class si girlfriend at may ipinamalita. haha. nadismaya naman ako. ewan ko kung bakit. kaadikan na rin siguro ng araw na 'yun kaya ganun. nag-aya tuloy ng session sina aissa pero naalala ko, mga boys din nag-aya ng session nung monday.

at dahil na-sad nga ako, madali akong na-BI na mag-cut ng HE!! hahahaha.
quiet lang sa unang location, hanggang mag-lunch. tapos nagpaikot-ikot na kami...
ayan.

kulitan na ulit...
tapos biglang....
ngyahahahahahaha!!!

malalaglag na yata ako sa escalator sa ginagawa sakin ni ces.

tuloy-tuloy pa mag-babble. natotorete na yata lahat ng tao sa mall sa pagsasalita nya. naalog na rin ang utak ko sa kakaalog nya.

biglang hindi na namin kinailangan ng kape dahil sa sobrang energy.

haha. nakakatawa lang.

rollercoaster of emotions the whole day.

wala siyang kwenta. alam ko. hehe.

Wala Lang

that's the title of the book i was browsing through earlier. i was wandering aimlessly around the mall, whiling away my 3-hour wait. after eating lunch by my lonesome (pathetic), i marched on to the bookstore to hide from the rest of coupledom, save myself from further humiliation, and to check out the new chick lit selections that i will not be able to buy for myself... well at least for the next four months while we're doing our feasib. nothing really grabbed my attention there so i went to the rack behind it, the one that housed local books (bob ong, jessica zafra to f. sionil jose). and this is where i found... wala lang.

it was a lot like bob ong's "abnkkbsnplako" but it wasn't really a laugh-a-minute. there were parts that cracked me up, and then there were entries that were very sentimental. parang blog.

then i read the blurb at the back of the book, the entries were from an online journal the writer (bud thomas) kept before. i enjoyed reading it so much because he was just reminiscing his life as a child, as a student, as a young adult. some of his stories made me think of my own stories, my friends' stories. like the tricks they played on the teachers. the way they defied authority, how he coped with school. how friendships formed. how he went into the adult world. it was fun reading it because someone my age could relate to it. well... he is a lot older now, but what he had there was pretty much universal. hindi po ako pro book critic pero nagustuhan ko siya...

and i found this quote that he excerpted from somewhere else, it captured the essence of blogging... and my other favorite thing to do... dwelling on nothingness (hehe):

"if you can't impress them with ability, dazzle them with bullshit!"

hahahaha!!

it's not a thick book so it's not tiring to read, large fonts din. just as big as the jessica zafra books, a bit thinner maybe, but when i looked at the tag, my jaw dropped.

360 pesos!!!!

that's the same as some of the imported chick books!!!

(now you know what to get me.... heehee c",)

aiun lang... my sister jeni practically has me in a strangle hold... she'll be blaming me for the break up of her "thang" for the rest of my life if i don't get off the net now.