4.08.2009
Graduating--at last!! I feel more relieve more than excited. For most of us--graduates, the sweet scent of freedom is almost everywhere.
It seems that years of deprivation will finally kick back.
1. I can go to the mall without any permission.
2. I can go anywhere.
3. I can talk freely.
4. I can retaliate.
5. I can mess up.
6. I can be free.
7. I can flee.
8. I can be a wild child.
9. I can decide on my own.
10. I can shape up my life.
I can even have a boyfriend now!
I know I can do anything I want, be it good or bad. For one who is so thirsty of freedom, I choose to be tamed for a longer time. Longer than sixteen years of academic imprisonment... I feel like graduating from college is merely a test of patience to push through life. It seems that it merely signifies that I passed the Initial Interview for my life-long job.
The downside? people expect more from me now. Stop doing this. Stop doing that. Start being like this. Stop being like that. What the heck. I thought I'm over the rules now. I didn't expect that THERE ARE MORE RULES TO FOLLOW: Society Rules, Business Laws, Company Regulations I can't even escape the sucking relationship rules.
I realized that I can't walk straight yet. Real life situations made my college life look like a ridiculous tale of a five years old. I'm back at level zero. I feel like I have to struggle for my life. For my dreams at least. The worst part is: whatever decisions I make, it will surely affect my future. And I'm the only blamable creature for it.
2.02.2009
Good morning!
I woke up early today—six thirty. I have finally managed to do the long due task of cleaning the bath room and now, I’m sitting (blogging) at the sofa while waiting for my uncle to come out of the room I’ve just finished cleaning. He’ll probably flood the bathroom floor again.
My cousins are awake, Cassy and Clarisse woke Candice with a loud cry of “Wake up! Wake up!”. Cassy pressed Candice’s Elmo stuffed toy which sang noisily. She woke up crying—whether for help or annoyance, I didn’t care. They always do that anyway.
Their mom’s gone already—she’s always grouchy nowadays because we’re having payroll problems again. She’s being bugged by suppliers and she’s getting frustrated because she feels that can’t control everything.
This is a great morning for the family isn’t it?? I wonder what will happen later…
Uncle just came out, I gotta go. I’ll be back later!
Good morning!
I woke up early today—six thirty. I have finally managed to do the long due task of cleaning the bath room and now, I’m sitting (blogging) at the sofa while waiting for my uncle to come out of the room I’ve just finished cleaning. He’ll probably flood the bathroom floor again.
My cousins are awake, Cassy and Clarisse woke Candice with a loud cry of “Wake up! Wake up!”. Cassy pressed Candice’s Elmo stuffed toy which sang noisily. She woke up crying—whether for help or annoyance, I didn’t care. They always do that anyway.
Their mom’s gone already—she’s always grouchy nowadays because we’re having payroll problems again. She’s being bugged by suppliers and she’s getting frustrated because she can’t control everything.
This is a great morning for the family isn’t it??
Uncle just came out, I gotta go. I’ll be back later!
1.28.2009
January 27, 2009
TRIP TO NAVOTAS.
My main task today was to go to Navotas and visit my grandmother. I was supposed to aid her in saying the customary goodbye prayer for Mother Mary and Sto. Nino. (It’s a tradition in the family to let the Mother and Nino stay in our house for one to two weeks every year before the start and until after New Year) since she isn’t really feeling well.
At exactly five thirty in the evening, I set off. It takes two rides on jeepneys, half a kilometer walk, more than fifty bumps on my shoulders (for trying to avoid colliding with people in Divisoria) and an optional ride on a pedicab to reach my grandmother’s house.
It’s almost dark when I took the second jeepney. I was the first passenger so basically, I didn’t notice that it is too small compared to the size of a normal jeepney. I sat at the first space that I could sit on, farthest from the driver and nearest to the jumping area. The top of my head occasionally bumped with the jeepney’s roof so I have to slouch forward to keep my head on.
I was daydreaming and looking out at nowhere when suddenly a huge man shadowed the entrance and sat beside me. I looked around and realize that the jeepney was indeed too small even for just the two of us. I squinted at him as people started to climb up and find their seats. What I saw made me burst out a laugh. He was so huge (reminds me of a grizzly bear I saw on TV) that he was hunkered down, his position was so painful. That was the first time that I silently thanked God for making me small. I painfully glanced at the others, they are all the same as grizzly bear (huge guy) , I guess I was the only one who was fortunate to look like a dwarf. I can’t stop giggling at the thought and was too ashamed so I looked out away from them. I bit my lip really hard and tried to concentrate on other thoughts.
Then my eyes landed on a man in front of me. He seems asleep as his head dangled here and there. It even occasionally bumped into the metal railing (ouch!). I wondered if he was silently laughing at me for behaving like a crazy person because I had noticed that the corner of his lips seemed to twitch and suppressed a smile. At Agora I called for the driver to stop the jeepney. Instead of taking a pedicab, I decided to walk.
Then somebody called me “Miss,…”
It was the sleeping guy at the jeepney. He asked my name and introduce himself “I’m Francis” he said. At first, I was hesitant to talk to him. I weighed the situation. We were in a market, full of busy people but I know that if something happens and I begin to shout, people will come to rescue me. I talked to him. He seemed friendly and wanted to get my number (he asked two times). Thank God I can still remember my Grandma’s lectures about this kind of stuff, of course I politely refused to give him my number. As we walked on, I found out that we were neighbors—well not me, but basically my grandmother’s neighbor. So even if I wanted to shake him off, I did not have a choice but to walk home with him.
At last I reached my Grandma’s house. I bid him goodnight… he seemed reluctant to go but I smiled and hinted that it was time to go.
He’s kinda cute though! Oh’ well, so long story for a trip to an old woman’s house…The only benefit that I got for today’s trip: It lifted my spirit for a change. These past few months I was bored and still bored. At least God made me laugh today (even if I seemed to look crazy..!!)
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January 27, 2009
TRIP TO NAVOTAS.
My main task today was to go to Navotas and visit my grandmother. I was supposed to aid her in saying the customary goodbye prayer for Mother Mary and Sto. Nino. (It’s a tradition in the family to let the Mother and Nino stay in our house for one to two weeks every year before the start and until after New Year) since she isn’t really feeling well.
At exactly five thirty in the evening, I set off. It takes two rides on jeepneys, half a kilometer walk, more than fifty bumps on my shoulders (for trying to avoid colliding with people in Divisoria) and an optional ride on a pedicab to reach my grandmother’s house.
It’s almost dark when I took the second jeepney. I was the first passenger so basically, I didn’t notice that it is too small compared to the size of a normal jeepney. I sat at the first space that I could sit on, farthest from the driver and nearest to the jumping area. The top of my head occasionally bumped with the jeepney’s roof so I have to slouch forward to keep my head on.
I was daydreaming and looking out at nowhere when suddenly a huge man shadowed the entrance and sat beside me. I looked around and realize that the jeepney was indeed too small even for just the two of us. I squinted at him as people started to climb up and find their seats. What I saw made me burst out a laugh. He was so huge (reminds me of a grizzly bear I saw on TV) that he was hunkered down, his position was so painful. That was the first time that I silently thanked God for making me small. I painfully glanced at the others, they are all the same as grizzly bear (huge guy) , I guess I was the only one who was fortunate to look like a dwarf. I can’t stop giggling at the thought and was too ashamed so I looked out away from them. I bit my lip really hard and tried to concentrate on other thoughts.
Then my eyes landed on a man in front of me. He seems asleep as his head dangled here and there. It even occasionally bumped into the metal railing (ouch!). I wondered if he was silently laughing at me for behaving like a crazy person because I had noticed that the corner of his lips seemed to twitch and suppressed a smile. At Agora I called for the driver to stop the jeepney. Instead of taking a pedicab, I decided to walk.
Then somebody called me “Miss,…”
It was the sleeping guy at the jeepney. He asked my name and introduce himself “I’m Francis” he said. At first, I was hesitant to talk to him. I weighed the situation. We were in a market, full of busy people but I know that if something happens and I begin to shout, people will come to rescue me. I talked to him. He seemed friendly and wanted to get my number (he asked two times). Thank God I can still remember my Grandma’s lectures about this kind of stuff, of course I politely refused to give him my number. As we walked on, I found out that we were neighbors—well not me, but basically my grandmother’s neighbor. So even if I wanted to shake him off, I did not have a choice but to walk home with him.
At last I reached my Grandma’s house. I bid him goodnight… he seemed reluctant to go but I smiled and hinted that it was time to go.
He’s kinda cute though! Oh’ well, so long story for a trip to an old woman’s house…The only benefit that I got for today’s trip: It lifted my spirit for a change. These past few months I was bored and still bored. At least God made me laugh today (even if I seemed to look crazy..!!)
1.27.2009
I was gone for a few weeks (or months?!).
My favorite cliché ‘been bz’ is here again.
But anyway, I promise to write again so as to ease my worries.
After all, this is an online journal.
One more thing, I promise to try and be happy.
Oh God, knock me out! Please send someone to knock me out!
Enough of this!. I’m getting crazy again!!
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maryjaneaguila@gmail.com
Website: http://pintasera.blogspot.com
11.24.2008
It has been years since BOURNE IDENTITY was shown in cinemas. Either I was busy or stupid enough not to know how good it was. I regret it now. Robert Ludlum's creation is great: detailed and exciting. If you'll pay attention all through out the mind-numbing chase, you'll get so excited that the book will leave you breathless!!
Ok. Enough blabbering, if you want the book just get it here.
ok?? bye. bye.
ps. I'm really busy but i'll go crazy (and probably won't survive) without a book!
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10.28.2008
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10.27.2008
ok. tension is in the air. or maybe, this post is a little bit late for such a word.
sorry.
Anyway, I was really ........REallY ... busy.
Nyts working out Feasib-Study are over.
No more Groupings.
No more Reports.
No more Quizzes.
No more Major Exams.
No more pestering Mr. Moreno at Strategic Management class.
Welcome OJT.
Welcome part-time job.
Welcome GradPic Fees.
Geez.. Everybody is excited, jotting down hurried 'thank you' notes for everyone,
Kissing everyone goodbye--did I say kiss?--not that, bidding anyone (enemy or friend) good byes.
I wonder how I've touched my classmates lives? will I still be a part of their happy college life after a few years? or will they simply forget that such a pimple like me existed in their life?
Right. Now I'm being sentimental. This is crazy. I'm feeling nauseous with these observation.
10.05.2008
Congratz to
me, I didn't pass out during my most exhausting week.
I managed to stay awake for more than 48 hours--straight! Mind you, it could be nothing to insomniacs but to people who sleeps six to eight hours a day, that's a very big sacrifice!
Tomorrow, Monday, will be our defense day for feasibility study. ( finally!)
Tonight, I'm supposed to prepare everything... which simply means, NO SLEEP again, I'll try to wink though.
What irritates me most is that there are so many household chores that keep popping up whenever I sit in front of this laptop. It's like they're shouting: "Do this! Clean Me! I need help!"
Oh My, how am I suppose to concentrate on my presentation?
Oh gosh I'm cramming. (you can hit me later for having the time to blog... I need an outlet for this irritable feeling)
To worsen the situation, Feasib isn't my only problem. I'm suppose to make a book about Starbuck's Corporate Social Responsibility. Due date? Tomorrow. HOW in the world will i be able to make a book in just one night? Even Harry Potter's bookish friend :Hermione Granger haven't done such thing. Aw.
So anyone who will piss me tonight will be very very sorry. (kkkk...is that a threat?)
10.04.2008
—EARLY YEARS—
Vicky and Charles were friends>>> nadevelop ung friendship nila thru barkada..kc every vacation umuuwi si vicky sa Valenzuela. May cousin na girl si Vicky, C Fel,..both of them are best of friends kaya ang mga kaibigan ni Fel, friends din ni Vicky.
Every time na umuuwi c vicky sa Valenzuela, she and fel would roam around,..usually, they go to church with their barkadas,,,magpapacute sa mga guys.. maghahanap ng crush..blah-blah-blah..the usual teenage stuffs.. Crush ni vicky c ronald, isa sa mga kabarkada nila…isang hunk, ala diet ocampo, baby face,at maputi–with dimples pa ang mokong–. At that time, hindi lang umiikot ang mundo kina ronald and vicky, someone close to both of them…is already falling inlove with the girl. o diba.. love triangle.. sosyal. unfortunately, nung time yata na nagsabog ng pimples si papa God, gising na gising si Charles, ayun.. salo niya lahat…nabigatan pa ata kaya sobrang pumayat. as in patpatin to the max. Pero para balance, sobrang jologs niya, sobrang makulit, masayahin, gentleman,..in short. mabait. oopsz,,nakalimutan ko pa..matalino nga po pala xa.
Readers, take note that this happened when vicky was 14 years old.
okie.As a teenager, isa sa mga characteristic na dapat meron ka ay : MAGALING MAGPALUSOT at mEMBER NG IBAT-IBANG ORG para may dahilan na umalis.
Fortunately, Nabiyayaan ng ginintuang tinig sina Vicky at Fel which gave them an oppurtunity to join the choir at the nearby chapel, So hmm…kanta-kanta.. after that lakwatcha kasama ang mga barkada nila.
Laging ganito ang scenario everytime na umuuwi c Vicky galing baguio. Kapag Christmas vacation, kasama din xa ni Fel na nagkukumahog magAyos para lang umAttend ng morning mass. pero ang totoo..pacute lang din xempre.
Sa tuwing malapit na xang umalis or dumating…lahat ng mga barkada nila ay nag-aabalang magsulat ng mga letters para kay Vicky..including Ronald and charles..ang pagkakaiba..saksakan ng ikli ang kay ronald at pagkahaba-haba naman ng letter ni charles.
Although nararamdaman na ni Vicky na may crush na sa kanya si Charles, she ignored it because of the fact that they were friends. Best of friends pa nga halos.
Nagkaalaman lang talaga na crush ni Charles si Vicky nung ibinulong sa kanya ni Fel ang nararamdaman (duh..lalim ng tagalog) ni Charles para kay Vicky. Though shocked dahil naconfirmed niya.. she decided to stay quiet.
—-COLLEGE—-
nalaman ni Charles na Architecture ang kukunin ni Vicky, so ang suitor, kumuha ng Civil Engineering…ansaya diba,,talagang gusto niyang sumakit ang ulo niya…mapasagot lang si Vicky.
VACATION.
Balik valenzuela ulit si Vicky,, 2nd yr. college na xa nun. Saka umamin si Charles sa nararamdaman nya. Vicky explained that it can’t be done. Talagang friends lang ang turing ni Vicky kay Charles.
So si Fafa Charles, malungkot na namn.
ganun talaga,, life goes on.
–AFTER COLLEGE–
VICky graduated from college, she found a job at SM, became an inspector…in short, fulfilled employee na.
Si Charles???
Nagpunta sa malaysia ,, nagwork.
Si Ronald???
Ayun, sa awa ng Diyos, nakapag-asawa na.Si Fel??
Malapit ng makagrad sa Nursing.–THE DATE.—
Fel called Vicky at the office, magkita daw sila sa SM Mega Mall. Vicky agreed.
She went there only to be startled at the sight of Charles. Magkahalong inis at tuwa ang naramdaman ng ating girlaloo. Inis dahil sinet-up xa ni fel. Tuwa, coz she saw her long lost friend. Yup. Long lost friend. imagine college pa cya nung huling makita si charles noh!
They both said Hi, they talked to each other, and ordered their meal.
So "blah-blah-blah de camuztahan..chika chka. kamuzta-kamuzta. oh talaga? kelan pa? " dialogues were given, they decided to call it a date.
Haayz..ewan kung ano ang pumasok sa isip ni Vicky, na realize na lang niya na 11pm na, at na sa car pa xa ni Charles.. ahemm…wag mag-isip ng kung ano-ano…dun lang sila sa park na naka-park sa carpark. hee-hee.
ayun, malay ko kung ano ang pinag-usapan nila. pero syempre magugustuhan ba naman nila ang COMPLETE silence?Erase! erase! xyempre di dapat ganun. eh nu pa gagawin nila, di naman sila mag-on diba? eh di kwentuhan lang ng kwentuhan. hanggang sa mapagod.
Silence.
Nagsimula na namn si guy na magsabi ng kanyang I-still-love-you note kay Vicky. Si vicky naman, syempre, naaawa pero talagang friend lang ang turing nya kay Charles.
Ewan kung ano ang naisip ng babae at biglang tinanong si Charles:
"kung nasa isang panaginip ka.. at bibigyan ka ng isang wish..ano ang hihilingin mo? ung 1 wish na mtutupad lang sa dream pero pag nagising ka..back to reality na naman."
matagal bago nakapagsalita si Charles.
Then he said, "Gusto ko maging tayo"
Hindi umimik si Vicky, then she heard Charles say,
"pwede bang humingi ng isang kiss??"belwildered, dazzled and everything, Vicky, found herself leaning forward. Eh kasi naman ang tagal ni Charles kumilos no! gabi na!
So she leaned, he, Charles, body trembling with anticipation, kissed vicky.
I asked vicky how long was it. she said: they kissed for ten minutes.
Ten minutes!!! aba,, lavapalooza bah ittechh???
after the kiss, syempre pareho silang napahiya. Its almost 12 na. Remember Cinderella? pagpumatak ang 12..back to reality na.
Do you know what did charles say??
"alam mo, kaw pa lang ang nagiging girlfriend ko.. ikaw ang first kiss ko."
yaay!! 27 na kaya si charles! imagine, natagalan niya un?
Inabot sila ng past 1 sa carpark na un…til they decided to go home na..hinatid na lang ni Charles si Vicky sa valenzuela.
Later in the morning, todo ang kilig ni fel sa kwento ni Vicky.
RRRIiiingg..
ok. Vicky picked up the phone. It was Charles. Umamin ang mokong na hindi ito natulog, coz he’s so afraid to be back on reality. Duh.
Inexplain na lang ni Vicky na friends lang tlaga sila. na pinagbigyan lang nya si Charles. Parang, sukli lang nya sa pagpapakahirap sa kanya nung guy. A kiss.—- year 2001—
Vicky, back to reality. Lost her communication with Charles, bumalik kasi ng malaysia ang lalaki.
year 2001, vicky decided to get married.
She went to valenzuela to give her invitation..
Tantantannan..tantantannan..
Lets skip the wedding ceremony. .
One week after Vicky’s marriage, nalaman na lang nya na nagpakasal na rin si Charles, lahat nagulat, kc walang kilalang gf ung family nung guy.
so Ayun. ang story. end na. now, may tatlong anak na si Vicky, and c Charles, naka-dalawa naman so far.
9.13.2008
Why can't we be happy?
Emily Bronte, the author of Wuthering Heights , had described the Victorian England as 'an age of hypocrisy' because people are expected to act different from the words that they have uttered.
Sir Oscar Wilde, the author of 'The Portrait of Dorian Gray" had said the same thing: a true English man will say what he thougtht as acceptable in society, even if the words contradicts their thought or belief.
I cannot help myself from thinking that we have the same system in the Philippines. We call it 'ka-plastikan', 'tupperware', 'two-face' ...and the like. I used to hate it. I used to hate the people who practice it. Oh yes, I dont exclude myself from that. Some situations causes us to be like that. To act different from what we really want to believe. To say something that is different from what we think. We do these things because we want to please other people. We want to be accepted. We are sometimes afraid to take critism. We are afraid to hurt others. There are so many factors that causes us to be 'hypocrite'. Yet, after saving the situation, in the end we are left to suffer because we stood for nothing.
If people keep doing these things then what are we fussing about? Why do we keep on pointing out things and can't accept them as what they made for? Is it because you say to yourself: ' I'm not a hypocrite! I'm always honest!'--if that's what you think, well think again. I daresay, not a person in the world had ever been hundred percent honest. If honesty destroys hypocrisy, well, we would hurt everyone around us!
Remember, we have norms. Almost all of our actions are dictated by societal rules. Now I blame these rules (and thank them for some advantages) for one of the causes of unhappiness.
Geez. I think to much today.
9.12.2008
7:30pm. Thursday. September.
We were at Starbucks.
I was sitting right next to the window, staring blankly at its glass.
Outside, the rain splashed angrily.
I weighed the right words to say.
“I’ve told you before… if you will court her, let me leave first. At least let the semester end.” I said selfishly. Half-encouraging, half-hurting.
“To tell you frankly, I’m not sure yet. I don’t know if she will like me. I’m complicated.”
I looked straight to his face.
“Oh! Ms. D is fine. She’s pretty, brainy, responsible—not perfect, but will suit you well.” I said truthfully.
He took a sipped at his coffee and hand-combed his hair miserably.
“Geez.. All you have to do is talk to her! Say something! Don’t pretend. Don’t try to please her, just try to be yourself. C’mon!” I urged. What a hypocrite!
I was afraid to let him do the words I’ve uttered, yet I don’t want to see him unhappy. I wanted him to be with someone who could make him smile and remove his grouchiness.
No matter how I want to feel at ease, these thoughts were hard to bear.
I’ve learned to live with his attitude—his strict, sensitive, grouchy yet sweet and well-mannered sides were never a problem with me. I looked up to him and loved him as my best buddy. With him, I can be anyone I want to be—crazy, paranoid, selfish, selfless, wild, timid, and cheerful—someone who argue endlessly with his ideas and philosophies and seek peace with him tirelessly at the end of the day.
We were satisfied with our daily routine of studying at the library, having our coffee at the canteen, looking out for sexy girls and handsome guys, having our daily doze of insults, jokes and praises thrown at each other.
That night however, was neither insult nor joke nor praise. No. It was my pain, fear and greed on my part. Don’t worry though. I’ve managed to control my emotions. I was mature enough to decide to be selfless and honest for my best buddy that night.
“I just wish I have the guts” he said, waking me from my infernal dilemma.
I sighed. He’s not mine. Never have been. It’s enough that he accepted what I was, I should be glad for no guy has ever done that favor to me. I gave in.
“Okay. I’ll do my best to get in touch with her, do anything I can to make her know you. But please….just in case that you decided to work on your plan a few days from now, will you tell me first? so that I shall refrain myself from meeting you. I will hate that, you know. I’ll feel jealous and it won’t help you or she might think that I’m a hindrance to both of you. So please---?” the words were thrown out so fast. I could hardly remember to breathe.
He brightened up. He looked hopeful—cheerful and excited in some sense.
We stared at each other. I smiled whole-heartedly, hastily ignored the pain and took a sip at my frappucino.
Later, we went out of the shop and ran through the rain. It was raining so hard and the street lights were almost gone, these props hid my tears as I got myself drenched.
He took me home and bid me good night.
That was the faith of the best buddy.
And that was the end of my story.
8.18.2008
Something is wrong with me---------AGAIN.
I feel awful.
Awful.
I don't know why i'm doing this to myself. My soul is asleep again. I don't know how to wake up. I'm pretty sure that there's nothing wrong 'outside' my world...
I'm obsessed with vampires and werewolves.
I've read too much during my one-week procrastination period.
My sleeping habit changed- night is day, day is night.
Daytime is...um... too slow for me.
Baloney.
WHAT AM I DOING?
I need to wake up! I've been racking my brain for how many days, trying to wake myself up, trying to gather some determination, looking desperately for purpose in life. Something to keep me alive. alive in a sense that I'll do what I'm supposed to do. I should do something RIGHT.
I attract disaster and stress too.
hayyz. (T_T)
8.08.2008
Even though I may look selfish most of the times. There's no need to remind me to think for the good of majority and think less of myself. I don't understand why would anyone think I'm such a selfish brat when i've sacrificed a lot of my personal wants. I cannot do what I want because I was trained to follow orders. Not make them. From what to eat, what to wear, what to do, what not to do. I'm following orders., Now i'm having problems on working thing on my own. PEople say: set Priorities. Heck, I would like to know who's priorities should I rank first. Mine or others? why is it that people misinterprets my intentions? Facial Expressions? Patience. Patience. I need to pause and think. Guard my emotions. I'm getting dumber and dumber each day. I feel like i'm starting to be schizophrenic.
8.04.2008
Start the week right:
1. Have a good ....lOooong sleep on Sunday night.
2. Reflect on what you've done during weekdays. Check out mistakes but don't blame yourself too much.
3. Have a mindset that you will correct those mistakes starting Monday morning.
4. Start Monday by waking earlier than you used to do.
5. Love yourself and be grateful for what you have.
6. Appreciate the people around you---even those who look like a toad.
7. About your diet, think this way: 'I'm actually pretty and sexy, I just need a lot of exercise.'
7.23.2008
Puro??-- oo ba, sa abot ng makakaya ko.
UNA.
Maligayang pagbati kay Snobero23 (eeek...ampanget pakingan. tangalong na tagalog!)
Wala lang, natuwa kasi ako sa isinulat nya sa blog nya. "Monthsary" daw kasi nila ni SportsCarl--ang dakilang diary nya. ( ano nga ba tagalog ng monthsary?) Hindi ko kasi inaasahan na pwede pa lang ipagdiwang ang pagsusulat. Naks. ala lang, bago lang sakin yon. ni hindi ko nga binibilang kung ilang beses na akong nag-aksaya ng mahiwagang pahina sa mundo ng blogging eh. Heto, regalo ko kay snobero, ire-refer ko na lang kayo. Puntahan nyo ha?-- http://snober023.wordpress.com
PANGALAWA.
Lara Olaes: sayang yung araw, dapat mag-exam na dahil unfair naman sa mga nakapag-aral.
Prof: Mabait na ako, di gaya ng dati.. terror ako... kaya sige sa susunod na lunes na lang ang exam. (***Duh! kuneksyon non sir?!***)
Ayaw pumayag ni Lara. Sa isip-isip ko, may punto sya. Nagngingitngit nga ako eh, binubugbog ko na nga yung braso ni Lee sa inis. Buti na lang, may sumagot, si Prado.
Michelle Prado: May OJT kasi kami, kaya walang oras mag-aral. (**tsk. tsk. tama din.)
Lara Olaes: Bakit? working student din naman kami ah! Pero ba't nakaya naming i-handle ang mga responsibilities namin!?
Halos ganyan ang mga sinabi nila. hindi eksakto ang pagkakalahad ko pero yan ang punto. Nakakainis. Kasalanan naman talaga yun ng prof. Halata naman na hindi sya handa para mag-bigay ng test. Nagdala pa ng booklet. C'mon!
O xa, tama na nga muna ang pagngingitngit. Masaya na ako dahil nakapagsulat na naman ako.
Magkaiba man at magulo ang pagkakalahad... wala lang... at least dumaldal ako. Beh!