Flavor of Life. Part II!

May 31, 2007

Uh… Yeah.

 

Gaano ka-weirdo ang buhay mo?

May 30, 2007

Introducing "Stix nd Stones. The Truth Behind…"

Wala lang yan. Malalaman niyo kung ano yan next week.

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Jamie's story (mine too).

    Nung grade six, ugali naming dalawa ni Jamie na pumunta sa CR kapag tapos na ang Art class namin. Last subject kasi namin ang Art every Wednesday. Isang araw, umuwi na ang karamihan ng kaklase namin at yung mga lalaki naman ay naghahanda para sa practice nila sa basketball. Iniwan namin ni Jamie ang mga gamit namin sa classroom. Pumunta kami sa CR. Dahil alam naming naka-lock yung CR sa Grade Six department at dahil gusto namin maglakad, bumaba kami. Inisa-isa namin yung mga CR. Hanggang sa mapadpad ulit kami sa CR ng grade six dahil madaming tao sa baba.

    Nag-away pa kami kung sino ang magbubukas ng pinto. Panalo ako, si Jamie ang magbubukas. Nakalock ang doorknob sabi ni Jamie.Pero biglang… click! Hawak pa niya ang doorknob nang biglang bumukas mag-isa. Sigurado kaming walang tao sa CR ng mga oras na iyon. Tumakbo na lang kami pabalik sa classroom.

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Yuki's story.

    Yuki: "Um, one time, nagswimming kami. Tapos may bird na lumilipad. Tapos out of the blue, biglang nawala yung bird. As in disappeared siya."

    Ako: "Haaa?? Baka naman lumipad lang talaga?"
   

    Yuki: "It was circling around dun sa parang vain… tapos talagang sinusundan ko ng tingin… tapos biglang     nawala…"   

    Yuki: "Parang ako… baka naman may powers yung birdie…" 

    Ako: "Hahaha, baka naging bubuyog."

    Yuki: "Baliw ka talaga."

 

Yuki's horror experience:

    "Yung computer ko kasi katabi nung window ko sa kwarto… so eh gabi na nun… hindi ko alam kung namalikmata lang ako pero meron akong nakitang dalawang kamay na nakahawak dun sa window. Alam mo yung pag sumisilip ka galing sa baba, 'di ba usually yung ulo mo makikita? Pero yun, wala akong nakitang ulo… yung kamay lang… so hindi ko alam kung putol ba yung ulo or talagang hindi lang pinakita yung ulo niya. Gabi nun ah,  at ako lang ang mag-isa sa kwarto. So parang after nun, natatakot na akong tumingin sa labas ng window pag gabi. Hindi ko alam kung imagination ko lang ba yun or totoo. Sa sobrang takot ko, hindi na ako naka-move the whole time, hinintay ko pang magkaroon ng tao sa kwarto bago ako nagmove ulit."

 

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Jes' story. 

    "Ganito kasi yun, gabi na kasi kaya sa office namin ako matutulog. Galing ako sa bahay ng kaklase ko e mga 11pm na nun. Sinamahan ako ng pinsan ko at ng anak niya. Ang sabi daw, yun asawa ng pinsan ko ay may third eye, kaya may probability daw pati yun bata meron. Anyway, natulog na kame. Then, mga 4am, nagising yun bata, sabi niya, may nakikita raw siyang duguan na palutang-lutang malapit sa may PC. Edi yun na, sabi ng bata, buksan daw namin yun ilaw, edi nawala na. Nung umaga na, sinabi namin sa tita ko. Sabi niya, dun daw sa dating bahay(kasi yun office namin ngayon yun dating bahay), sa may CR daw, may nagpapakita na yun nga, may duguan, eh ang creepy dun, yun office sa building ay doon din yun location ng dating CR. Yung lumang bahay, ang itsura niya parang mga bahay sa intramuros."

 

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Ikaw? Gusto mong mag-share?

 

Mwahahaha. 

"And the gate was like CRASH! KLING! EEEEEK!"

May 29, 2007

I went to Fidel again, and I'll be spending the rest of my afternoons there. Well, only for this week, of course.

And so it happened. There were these crash, kling, and eeeek of some kind of gate. So I peeped through the window and saw HER. Yes, HER. She was shouting at her grandmother for the nth time in Philippine history. Her grandma's trying to go out of the house and SHE was trying to pull her grandma back.

Because of all the commotion and shouting, I went to the terrace with Andre and Tita Therese. We watched the whole scene. Not that we're really interested or something. We just wanted some fresh air. No, not really. Fresh air doesn't exist in Manila.

Anyway, so I chatted with Andre, and we laughed. Then I think SHE saw me. I was still smiling, and SHE was frowning. She went inside the house, locked the door, then Tita Therese told me, "baka natakot sa'yo kaya pumasok kagad".

Nothing much happened after that.

Therefore, this entry ends.

Adieu~ 

Flavor of Life. What the-!?

May meeting kami mamaya. As usual, 1:30 na naman. Ay, teka! Hindi nila sinabi kung anong oras! Dry run na yata namin bukas… at wala pa kaming napa-practice! Ang dami ko pang gagawin.

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"Ano ba ang lasa ng iyong buhay?"

Iyan ang paulit-ulit na tanong ni Jes sa kanyang mga group message. Hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit sila naaadik sa kanta ni Utada na Flavor of Life. Siguro bukas adik na rin ako dun. Ewan. Basta ganun. Hawa-hawa lang naman yan.

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Malapit ng mag-twelve at hindi pa ko naghahandang umalis. 

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So much for a niiice vacation.

 

Cluumsinenss. Oopps. Er.. Oops. Clumsiness.

Why, oh why am I so clumsy today?

Out of balance + heat allergy + a hell lot of work + hurt knee + lack of braincells + acting as if drugged = brain dead.

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Out of balance. Am I just clumsy, do I lack blood that oxygen can no longer circulate through my veins to my cells properly, or am I just stupid?

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Heat Allergy. Mainit! Need I say more?

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A hell lot of work. The president's gone. I have three nonsupporting members. I have to finish the powerpoint presentation by TOMORROW. Also, I have to DRAW EVERYTHING. Cliparts are ugly. Enough said.

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Hurt knee. My knee hurts for no particular reason. Lack of calcium maybe? I can't even drink a glass full of milk. Stupid lactose intolerance blah-blah.

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Lack of braincells. Just remembered what Ma'am Yam said. It's true that you become dumber when you hit your head or something. You lose your braincells. You LOSE BRAINCELLS. Can you believe it? YOU CAN REALLY LOSE YOUR BRAINCELLS. Enough of that. I still don't believe that you can gain back your "braincells" by hitting your chin upwards with your hand after hitting your head. You know, the "usual" hobby of kids (that I never, ever believed in) that you should… Uh… "Paluin mo yung baba mo para hindi ka mabobo!"

Hindi ka ba lalong mabobobo pag ginawa mo yun? It'll only increase the damage…right?

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Acting as if drugged. I move like a drugged person. Not that I don't drink any medicine, but what the heck? Is it normal to drop something, then pick it up, drop it again, pick it up again knowing that you really didn't pick up anything at all, then BOOM! You trip!

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Brain dead. Yes, and my friend Eloisa truly knows what this means.

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"…as rivers reach the sea, you reach me with songs of your symmetry. A small boat there will float to far-off coast, isle of infinity. Come with me…"

"Here we'll see love's lost tree made out of miracles, emotions, crystal leaves to cover me and you in eternity. Each atom sings to us through the blood…"

"Itada hi no kaze ni noote… Haruka tooi… Hanateta koto e… Itsuka sora wo… Hitotsu michimono ni.. Watatteyukeyu hanateta koto e…"

 

Steve Conte and Maaya Sakamoto's best song ever.

 

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Oyasumi nasai.

"Where everyday will return us… to arms of the ever eternal…"