top reasons why i don’t receive your replies.

1. You have a class (something that I insisted).
2. You fell asleep (something that I can’t control).
3. You don’t have load (something that I consider valid).
4. You are busy (something I have to understand).
5. You just want to keep silent (something that I continue to doubt and ponder).

And just so you know, 5 pisses me the most.

daphne talk.

daphne: halow!
marc: halloo daphne dear!
daphne: musta?
marc: eto parang tanga.. uma-ay ay saridumay, saridumay diway.
daphne: ano yun? hindi ko gets shoutout mo
marc: tanga ka?
daphne: i'm sorreee
marc: ahahaha that's why i love you
daphne: joke ba yan? wala akong pera
marc: m sorreee din
marc: ahahaha
daphne: you're forgiven
marc: ay? god. istatue?
daphne: eh ano na? kamusta?
marc: wala. ganun pa rin. nagpa-gupit pala ulit ako. short.
daphne: ewwww.
marc: gagu
daphne: hahaha
marc: ang hot ko kaya
daphne: ay.
daphne: self-appreciation?
marc: kebs. i'm a loving person that way.
daphne: wazzup? seryoso na kasi
marc: eto nga. ganun pa rin
marc: may tanong pala ako sayo. ok lang?
daphne: go
marc: tapos na
daphne: anong tapos na???
marc: tapos na ako magtanong
daphne: waw
marc: iknowright
daphne: marc ang gago mo
marc: i love you
daphne: wala akong pera
marc: ahahaha
marc: oh cge postcards nalang
marc: i need postcards for my cw class
daphne: cw?
marc: amp. creative writing
daphne: bakit anong meron?
marc: bibigyan mo ba ako ng postcards o hindi?
daphne: hindi
marc: edi iba nalang pag-usapan natin
daphne: eto naman
marc: batopkors, joke lang
daphne: ang gulo mo kausap ah
daphne: anong gumugulo sayo
marc: ikaw
daphne: weh
marc: seryoso! nananahimik ako dito eh
daphne: wow thanks ha
marc: joke lang. alam mo na yun
daphne: sabi na nga ba eh
marc: bengga!
daphne: ano nanaman yun?
marc: bengga, parang bingo. tumpak. you got it. tagumpay! gets?
daphne: gets. pero sino yan?
marc: sinong sino?
daphne: yan
daphne: magulo ka nanaman kausap eh
marc: haaaay dapat ko pb ikwento?
daphne: bago? o luma?
marc: ano 'to tinapay?
daphne: hahaha
marc: cge tawa
daphne: aw seryoso si marc oh
marc: hindi to seryoso
daphne: ows
marc: sabi nya eh
daphne: eh bakit nandyan ka pa?
marc: ewan
daphne: yun yun
marc: ano nanaman yan daph
daphne: mahal?
marc: hindi ko yun alam
marc: wala akong puso
marc: yung puso ko lalagyan ng pencil, profs, at kung ano2 pa
daphne: mahal nga?
marc: oo. wala naman kasing limang pisong postcard eh
marc: libre mo na ako
daphne: mahal nga
marc: oo noh. isipin mo P20+ cguro isa. 5 kailangan ko eh
daphne: meron akong luma dito
daphne: ok lang ba yun?
marc: nanakawin mo nanaman ba yan?
daphne: hahaha para sayo
marc: knikilig ako
daphne: kipitap marc
marc: i know
daphne: pero ok ka naman?
marc: hindi
daphne: bakit?
marc: feeling ko kasi dapat hindi ko na pinasok pa to eh
daphne: eh bakit mo tinuloy?!
marc: ewan ko. feeling ko kasalan mo rin to
daphne: pinag-usapan na natin to diba?
marc: oo nga. pero sadyang matigas ang ulo ng isang marc
daphne: sabi na nga ba
daphne: anong bago
marc: kailangan pa bang sabihin
daphne: eh kasi
marc: shatap
daphne: ganon?
marc: joke lang
daphne: kaya mo pa?
marc: oo naman
marc: kilala mo naman ako
marc: never say die
daphne: pero kung di mo na kaya iwan mo na
marc: hindi pwede. bago palang eh
marc: sayang
daphne: anong sayang dun?
marc: yung 900
daphne: 900 lang?
daphne: iwan mo na yan. bigay ko sayo yung 900 kahit bukas
marc: tanga ka?
marc: ahahaha
daphne: seryoso
marc: tanga. kaya ko to
daphne: hanggang kailan?
marc: hanggang matapos ang sem na to
daphne: if you say so
marc: pero daphne
marc: sana kayanin ko
marc: bago lang ako sa ganito eh
daphne: ganun din yun
daphne: iba nga lang dynamics
marc: wow dynamics
daphne: hahaha
marc: pero sana kayanin ko talaga
daphne: seryoso ba
marc: hindi ko nga alam db
marc: sabi nya hindi
daphne: eh ano yan gaguhan
marc: oo saya nga eh
daphne: masokista!
marc: iknowright
daphne: umayaw ka na
marc: ayoko
marc: paninindigan ko to hanggang kaya
marc: love you daph!

Daphne has signed out.

ay, may manok?

A chicken went berserk today. That was after Chilo the Dog chased the chicken from God-knows-where. They went around and around the garage until they found the back door leading to the dirty kitchen. By that time, Sean Potter the Cat already found himself teaming up with the Dog. Chilo knew that she can’t pass beyond the dirty kitchen. The Cat took over the chase. Sean Potter the Cat, being the bibo feline that he is, managed to create fiasco within seconds. Sean ran and so the chicken. The chicken found solace in the bathroom. With a snap, Sean Potter the Cat decided not to chase it anymore, and Chilo the Dog was still waiting for the chicken to come out.

Everything went back to normal, except that a chicken was stuck in the bathroom, behind the toilet bowl to be exact.

I pushed Sean inside the bathroom and he showed no interest. So we decided to … chill. It’ll come out eventually, we thought. And it did. But I guess the sight of an unfamiliar terrain agitated the animal again. It flew indiscriminately. We feared that it’ll hit the ceiling fan and die. Fortunately, it landed on the printer and. Poop. 

I got agitated.

I took a long stick and pushed it with care. The chicken cooperated for a while. And then it flew, and flew, and flew. And I was frantic. So I had to think for a new plan. Ting!

I took an old blanket and threw it over the chicken.

I did it for more than once because it kept on flying before the blanket could land on its feathers. At last, I cornered it. So with a final throw, it was beneath the sheet.

I didn’t want to release it. Don’t ask why. 

I took a box. Placed the chicken in it. Secured the flaps. Threw a handful of rice. And kept it there. I was thinking of The Little Prince and the lamb.

Sana buhay pa s’ya bukas.


RATED: Wolo long.

cool shitnitz: nike metallic windrunner 2008.

Kicking off the the Holiday season, Nike hits us with a set of metallic two-tone windrunners. The collection features 16 different colorways in their timeless windbreaker silhouette. Along with the hooded platform, the jackets combines Nike’s top notch technical details including a water-resistant shell.

The fusion of form and function.

Nike tipped draw cords and Nike zipper pull meet super-breathable mesh lining for unparalleled ventilation and comfort.

Stay suitably dry even when Nature turns ugly.

A full Polyester get up with auto-lock slider zip makes this jacket completely water repellant. I repeat, water repellant.

The evolution of an icon.

The Windrunner drew inspiration from the woven cedar bark rain capes worn by the Pacific Coast Native Americans, specifically the Nootkas of the North coast. Not only did this humble apparel protect its wearer from the harsh winds and wet condtions of the Pacific Northwest winters, but its silhouette embodied a fundamental simplicity born out of its sheer functionality. That same garment inspired Nike's founder, Geoff Hollister. And what began as an observation turned into a global sensation. The rest is history.

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BOTTOM LINE: I WANT A GOLD AND SILVER WINDRUNNER FOR CHRISTMAS!

Retailing each at P2,995, the collection will be made available for a limited time at Nike Park The Fort & Trinoma and Nike Stadium Greenbelt 5 from October 31st onwards.

BUY ME ONE ... please.

not a judy ann santos, ryan agoncillo post.

I remember Ryan Agoncillo saying in an interview, that he had to separate himself from Judy Ann Santos for a while. Something that he had to do to find out if they were really in love or if their feelings were borne out of proximity.

Many relationships fail because, as sad as it may sound, couples only had pseudo-love. The kind of feeling you acquire for being too close and for being used to each others company. Since you see each other everyday and you bond almost everyday, you thought that you were bit by the love bug.

This kind of delusion creates pseudo-special relationships. The kind of relationship you’ll enjoy for a while and will turn out to be boring once time gets by. The longer you stay, the weaker your feeling for each other gets. Maybe because once couples decide to level-up, a certain element that can only be found in non-commitment is lost.

Certain elements change, the dynamics change, feelings change, relationships change.

But what if, feelings were borne out of distance? A typical story of girl-meets-boy, or boy-meets-girl, or boy-meets-boy, or girl-meets-girl over the Internet/YM/social networking sites/whatever. Will things fall apart once they meet? Will something change if the tattered cloak of anonymity and pretentious identities were taken off? Will the relationship exist after goodbyes?

One of my professors said that everything is a matter of mimesis. If that’s the case, can we trace the genealogy of such types of relationships and can we ever pin down results of what happened anchored in real life?

It is easy to say yes or no. Until you realize that everything is just a blur and you’ll end up thinking forever.

the day he cried.

Michael, my brother, cried today. That was after he was sent home for being late. Actually, they

Rescue came in the form of an agitated mother and a father ready to back her up. Her hair was still damp when she readied herself to make way for his son and daughter. Which is very unusual because she’ll spend 30 minutes (or maybe this is an exaggeration) just to make her hair look right. The term “right” being problematic because I’m not really sure what she wants to happen with it.

It all ended up well, I think. The two got to attend classes and after the fiasco, I still had enough time to go back to sleep and dream.


P.S.: I was once late…and been barred to enter the school premises. I didn’t go home even if the stupid guard told me so. I knew better. I always knew the “secret” passageway in the chapel that would lead me inside the school. And because everybody else found out about it, more gates had to be built and more students were left with no choice but to be forced to go home - like Michael and Mariel. were sent home. Mariel, on the other hand, stayed in school. Maybe she knew her brother will fetch rescue.

of being frighteningly lonely.

I have questions.

If we can love someone so much, how will we be able to handle it if one day we get separated?

And if being separated is part of life, and you know separation well, is it possible that we can love someone and never be afraid of losing them?

At the same time, I am also wondering, is it possible that we can live our entire life without loving anyone at all?

- Mew, The Love of Siam.

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To make something special, you have to believe that it is special.

- Mr. Ping, Kung Fu Panda.

***

Lean and Kath leaves at 10 a.m. and will be off to Baguio by 12. They’ll be back soon. They will.

lean, kath, and fred.

I think I’m drunk. Or maybe this is genuine happiness as Kath would say. I can’t sleep and I don’t feel the need to. I want to remember everything that happened, every sweet smack on the shoulder, every loving pound on the back, every laughter, every giggle, every smile, everything. Damn this feels good. I wish you were just here. Always.


I can call Lean, Kath, and Fred as my inner circle, my closest friends. There is something in the seven or eight years that we’ve all been through. I can open my mouth and say the stupidest thing and I know they’ll understand (or will always try to).

Fred was once my fiercest competition. Talk about high school rankings. I admit that I misjudged him. Good thing I was enlightened right on time. Now we compete in being the bangka - the one who talks the most and opens up the bulk of the topics to be talked about. We have to make people laugh.

Kath was/is an epal. I don’t know how and why we became friends. But she was always the one who understood. She stepped aside and watched me in my most fucking state. She allowed me to be me. She came back as if nothing happened. She’s the sweetest epal I have now.

Lean is and will always be THE friend. Seven years is already something to be proud of. Seven years of highs and lows. Seven years of amazing shitnitz. Like what I told him, I think I know why we remain friends. It’s because I found me in him. He usually likes the things that I like and usually hates the things that I hate. We share the same wavelength. The only difference is that he’s more reserved and calmer than I am. He always understands and is willing to wait.


Today was the thing I needed to make my semestral break complete. I feel loved. I feel happy. I feel light. And yet I feel sad. Kath and Lean will be leaving me again soon. I once again feel afraid. But I know they’ll be back.

Until then, I’ll be missing all of you.

randomizing the things i want.

There are so many things rumbling in my head right now. That even at this point, I’m doubtful if I can really render what’s happening. I want to scream, not because I’m in rage. I want to scream because something heavy is pulling my chest down. I’m feeling too much pressure inside that I just want to burst, pop, explode into bits and bits of pieces.

I want to breathe. I want to let it out. I want to know how.

I want to rant because I wasn’t able to buy ice cream earlier. I had to buy something else. I want to eat something cold despite the pouring rain. I want to indulge. I want chocolates, the bitter-sweet kind. Dark.

I want to talk about Yu. I want to say why Cinnamon is interesting.

I want to shout because I had one class today. The professor didn’t show up. I want to share how I found out that I’ll be having an emo classmate this semester. I also want to share that I’ll be having a classmate who reminds me of Lord from Project Runway Philippines.

I want to feel better. I’m getting woozy with Camille’s invitation. The scent clung inside my bag. So whenever I’ll open it, the scent rushes through my nose. Not to mention that it smells like car scent. Don’t worry Camille, I’ll try to attend.

I want to share how excited I am for TriNoma’s mall-wide sale. And at the same time, how it disappoints me because I won’t be able to exploit this opportunity for an obvious reason: money.

I want to solve the mystery of the disappearing undies.

I believe that…

1. People who are angry at each other about silly things are usually the ones who care about each other the most.
2. Most people think that nobody cares for them.
3. There is nothing such as “too much love”.
4. It’s better to commit mistakes than not to love and be loved.
5. As long as you love, you still have hope.

These things that I believe in are from The Love of Siam. The movie made me happy even if my insides are crushed. You can download it somewhere if you have an extra 1G in your hard drive. Go watch it!

Well, that was something random.

paulit-ulit.

Maraming hindi nakakaintindi kasi marami rin ang ayaw umintindi. Maraming hindi nakakaintindi kasi marami rin ang hirap umintindi. At maraming hindi nakakaintindi kasi marami rin ang nagkukunwaring nakakaintindi.

Isang sistema, proseso na patindi na ng patindi. Isang sistema, proseso na paulit-ulit nating ginagawa. Isang sistema, proseso na palala ng palala.

Isang sigaw. Lahat lilingon. Putang Ina.

Sigaw na tahimik na dalisay na kinikimkim. Sigaw na tahimik na marahan kang guguluhin. Sigaw na tahimik na sa harap mo ay nagtatagong mahinhin.

Mga matang mapanghusga dahil walang ibang mundo kundi ang sarili. Mga matang mapaghusga dahil sa tayog ng posisyon na ang nagluklok ay ang sarili. Mga matang mapanghusga na nakatingin, tumitingin, at habang buhay na titingin at susulyap sa sarili.

Magpumilit man ang iyong diwa sa pagyakap sa mga bagay na ipinararating, hindi mo magagawa. Yapusin ang katotohanan na ang balakid ay ang mukha. Wala kang magagawa.

Maraming hindi nakakaintindi kasi marami rin ang ayaw umintindi. Maraming hindi nakakaintindi kasi marami rin ang hirap umintindi. At maraming hindi nakakaintindi kasi marami rin ang nagkukunwaring nakakaintindi.

Mga nagkukunwaring nakakaintindi.

beyond mindoro and puerto galera.

You can spell F-U-N with M-I-N-D-O-R-O or with P-U-E-R-T-O-G-A-L-E-R-A. You can choose one of them or use them both for emphasis and the meaning wont change. They’re synonymous, I think. Issa, Chel, and Annel can attest to that. And that’s something I’ve learned in three days.

Mindoro got its name from Mina de Oro, meaning “gold mine.” It is the seventh-largest island in the Philippines. It is located southwest of Luzon and northeast of Palawan. And since 1950, the province was divided into two – Occidental Mindoro and Oriental Mindoro.

Puerto Galera, on the other hand, is part of Oriental Mindoro. It’s not the name of the beach, it’s the name of a municipality within the province. White Beach and Sabang Beach are among the famous beaches in the municipality. The former being popular with the local tourists and the latter with foreigners.

I thank the heavens for granting my prayers. Even though I had nervous breakdowns in between, at least it came just right on time. My mom said I could go at around 10 a.m. of October 25. Never mind that we were supposed to meet by 12 at Taft and my traveling bag had nothing in it but air of hopes.

Let’s skip the things that happened during the bus ride going to Batangas Port. I was late. It was also traffic on the way and that’s why we didn’t catch the 3:30 p.m. trip to Calapan.

We boarded on this huge RoRo ship (roll-on, roll-off ship) instead. It took us roughly 2 hours to get to the next port. Upon boarding, we realized that most of the seats were occupied. But I was lucky because the girls I was with had natural charms. We got in the “Authorized Persons Only” area – somewhere near the captain’s cabin – while everybody else was standing against the ship’s railings due to the lack of seats. It was the captain himself who invited us, I think. The bitch passengers were silently screaming in loathe. The place was perfect for taking pictures – pictures of us and the sea. And I was policing those bastards who were throwing trash to the sea, silently.

The port in Calapan welcomed us with a Jollibee billboard. A huge photo of Chicken Joy against the red and yellow background, not of a Jolly Hotdog and not of Jolly Spaghetti. I just have to mention this. It was one of the debates before we boarded off the ship.

Before going to Daisy’s loving home in Bayanan Dos, we paid her adorable lola a short visit. Her lola’s house was right beside the sea. It was so close to the sea that when you peek down the balcony, you’ll realize that there is nothing else but deep water.

From there, we were fetched by Daisy’s parents. On the way, we paid Jollibee-Calapan a courtesy call. It was a branch where service crews are far more competitive than the Manila-trained crews. Everyone was on standby. Imagine them standing allover the place, ready to serve with a slightest call of attention.

Daisy’s home was a different story altogether. When we arrived, we saw huge cauldrons placed at the house’s façade and suspected that we were going to be offered anytime from Saturday till the time we leave. We half-seriously believed that it was a plan Daisy and the whole barrio concocted fit for some grotesque celebration. Not to mention that we were fed all the time and the night of our arrival, the whole place was enveloped with intensifying smoke from charred wood.

The next day, we borrowed their family car and drove around the city in pajamas. Annel was supposed to be our driver. A test to see how much she learned from driving a manual transmission car from driving school. But since the car kept on dying while she reverses it, Issa had to take the wheel. Issa who, by the way, drives an automatic back in Manila. What happened? Go figure. But I’m glad to be back in one piece. I guess Annel’s coaching worked. Tapakan mo yung clutch. Todo. Then changes gear for Issa. The car went beserk! And dies. Annel then sends another tirade of instructions. Clutch, change gear, gas. Mantra: Confidence!

Then all of a sudden Mr. De Guzman texted Daisy to go back as soon as possible. Daisy’s dad had to go somewhere daw. After that, the car’s key was lost forever.

Mrs. De Guzman (or Tita as we called her during our stay) makes the best empanadas in the Philippines. I swear. You can forget about its fillings because the crusty bread is delightful in itself. We were also fed with this huge, huge fish that they call ‘musko’. It was steamed, glazed with mayonnaise, and then topped with minced tomatoes, garlic, onion, pepper, and pickes among others.

We also met Ate Camille’s French “friend” Serile, who rarely talks, and Serile’s friend Jacques, who talked beyond any conversationist could talk. They insisted on bringing us to Anahaw, a restaurant/bar beside the beach, on the night of Daisy’s birthday. There we were made to drink bottles and bottles of beer that Jacques kept on ordering. We all wanted to go home, so we had to do something. In Ara’s word: konspirasyon. Enough said.

After all the good things in Bayanan Dos, we readied ourselves to push the fun level a notch higher. It was time to go to Puerto Galera.

We took a jeepney ride which lasted for an hour or so. Bayanan Dos to Puerto Galera. We had to pass through a mountain just to reach the other end. It was rough because there wasn’t really a road, but a make-shift road meant for a concrete one.

That ride was special because I wasn’t seated inside the jeepney, but instead on its door. It’s hard to explain. But just imagine a jeep with a door at its end, the door having a thicker portion where you can sit. There, I sat patiently despite annoying passengers (who, by the way, kept on staring) and bumpy roads that kept on hurting my arse.

We stayed in Bangera Inn. We just love the place. Our room was super cozy. They even provided extra pillows and a mattress for free. Arman Alviz, the inn’s manager, was also lovable. He pops out of nowhere whenever you need him. Promise.

I don’t know why, but Puerto Galera exuded a different kind of charm that time. It must be the rain and the low count of tourists. Not to mention, neighbors from a different inn who constantly showed off skin – as in constantly showed of skin. Hell Good heavens, I enjoyed our stay.

As Chel's shoutout shouts (?), Mindoro and Puerto Galera are just beyond words.

We took so many pictures. And now we’re having a hard time sharing it among ourselves. I’ve uploaded some of them and more are coming soon.

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This is a long entry. I just have to say it. If you reached this point, receive my congratulations. Cheers!