Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Blogging: HALT!

College life has now entered my life. Now, I'm kinda busy. Lie low for a while. Be right back. ahahhaha

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Initiation + Acquaintance = BALDA

Sakit bilog nga kalawasan ko. puga!

Initation for Political Science Student Organization:

1. I came late so i had almost a hundred pumpings.
2. We had our warm up: nag japanese walk while singing buchikik, reverse jogging with feelings na slow motion. Duck walk while singing quack-quack with abc tune, jogging, dance white horse while singing. (Gin libot namun bilog nga west mga amu na ang ginahimo.
3. initaion proper:
.blind folded kami all the way, except sa ibang tasks.

1st station: basketball. gipatiyog ako tatlo, kag gin pa shoot. wai ko ka shoot so, gin blind fold ko liwat kag gipa inom langgaw.

2nd station: Sin.o daw kuno ang bag.o nga DILG secretary? Wai ko kabalo so, gipapili ako 1 2 3. i chose 2. ampalaya with laway and candy na halin sa baba sang iban.

3rd station: Hibi kuno kami. nakahibi ako a. so saved ako sa consequence. haha.

4th station: Pakamang kami sa hilamunan. tapos gn pa kaykay using our face ang coin. hambal nila, mga ulod kuno ang gna bagnusan namun ka chura pro. uling gali. Gina psycho2 bi nila kami.

5th station: gin bubu.an kami harina all over. kag gn pa huyop kami ka harina without using our lima. aite huyop2 man ko ya, para makit.an ko ya papel. gin pa sabat sa akun ang question. di ko na matandaan ang question basta ang sabat, judicial department. Department of justice tana ya sabat ko. hahaha. sala ko e. aite, kaon ko kalamansi.

6th station: the worst! ginpakamang nila kami. tapos gina butong pabalik. kuha nila sapatos ko kag gipapangita sakun. naka blind fold pa ko ha. haha. kag gipa suksok liwat. gin kakas nila ang blind fold namun, kag gin welcome. gin pa dupla kami sa isa ka baso. gin blinfold liwat kag gin painom sa amon. shit. haha. (pro tungod kay gina psycho lang kami, egg white lang to sa.) pro abi gid namon, laway namun to.
gina haluk2an kami sa cheeks. gina chancing2ngan. abi namun, puro lalake ang ara didto sa sulod. that's why we thought nga sila amg gahaluk sa amu. pro babae man daw gali.

7th station: Hirap? o Sarap? haha. sarap gin pili ko. hambal nila, pakan.on kuno kami ka ahos. pro natamad na daw cla mag pakaon, so gin pa proceed nalang kami. pro ang boys namun sa amun nga group, si Litol kag jude, gin pa budlayan. haha,. wai ko kabalo kung gin anu sanda kay naka blind fold kami.

8th station: pina ka buot sa tanan. may question naman. basta. law terms japun. wai ko kamaan ti, gpakaon kami sang something basa and makahang. fish cracker kuno nga may itlog kag katumbal.


Acquaintance: dance contest.

kag nag disco kami pagka ulihi. haha. ako, si jun2, rr, andrew, rhob, jude, edmund, april. pawasak nga saot ba. haha. showdown2. amu na subong, ga paranalit gid lawas ko. hahahaha

Korean Domination

Korean Domination here at iloilo. hahaha.

I was just shocked to see lots of koreans at school. they were like crminals looking for victims. They are members of the korean Campus crusade for Christ, and they went to the Philippines just for CCC.

I was sitting at the mini forest with juanito. kami lang duwa sa table. Then a korean girl approached us, and asked if she could have 30 mins of our time. Jun2 and I looked at each other, trying to agree on what we should answer. yet, jun2 nodded, and i stared at him questioningly. The korean asked again and i nodded hesitantly. She asked again, and he said a loud yes. She asked me and i said yes too.

But!!! But!! But!! she said, she's goin' to talk to me alone. what the! i don't have time for such. pro, wala na. hayy. I cast jun2 a furious look for he's the one who said yes. pro ako ang napa subo! belatse. I told him with gritted teeth, "Jun, don't leave me!" pro agay. wala gd. naghalin ang diputa. hayy!

Aite, hayun. I was there, listening to the korean girl, reading a booklet. and there, juanito and my classmates are laughing silently at the next table. hayy! nalang gid!!!!

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Ayam

When I was in Mindanao, my friends and classmates used to tease me, DOG, Ido, iro, puppy. or any.

Now that I'm in Visayas, MY GOSH! di ba ako tatantanan? haha. Aso parin ako. actually, AYAM. haha.

Luckily, few call me that. I could enumerate them for you, si Andrew, RR, kg Juanito.

(Faith abi ah. nagpahalata. hahaha.)

Soaking Wet

Man! I'm in my full uniform now! and it's fcuking uncomfy. I'm wearing heels now, but I'm still using a back pack. Can't stand having shoulder bag with all my books in it!

It was noon, I, RR and Jun2 took our lunch at the affordable Elero's. We were supposed to be heading straight to PESCAR Gym for our P.E class yet, the boys got tempted. We dropped at FUSELINK. They invited me to join the game, Yet I reclined. I don't wanna be back to that addiction again.

So, I just watched. Unfortunately, the rain fell. Bundak gid ya! So they played till 12:30.

When they were done, it was still raining. But we got no choice but to soak ourselves under the relentless rain. Some of my classmates, hailed a taxi in order not be soaked. So we borrowed their umbrella. Mind you, an umbrella. So there are three of us in that little umbrella. To tell you, it was of no use. we still got soaked. We ran for our lives, stepped in the puddle, splashing the water in every direction. The water in my shoes was like OH-My-God. haha.

We were pulling each other's clothes and arms and hands. Ga duwa2 pa abi kun matabok o hindi o kun masulay. mga belatse! amu lang man gyapon. The three of us were already soaking wet.

When we reached PESCAR gym, wow. Di ma iro itsura namun. haha. There's mud all over my shoes, my hair messed up and dripping, with my clothes sagging. haha. tae.!

Sunday, July 11, 2010

09059719541

This ass texted me. 09059719541.

ass: LOw.
Ako: sino ka?
ass: kw c celajes noh?
Ako: nope.
Ass: nope?
Ako: hambal ko, nope. meaning NO.
ass: Ah gale? T cn.o ka vhe?
Ako: None of your business.
ass: English2x kpa wala pa gne na 2naw ang kangkong nga gen kaon muh.
Ako: (la ko nag reply)
Ass: D cge ka english d bse ma nosebleed ka? Hnd tkon ma bolig cmu gd.
Ako: (puzzled, di kaintindi. no reply)

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

First Attack in WVSU

It's been months since my illness has not been triggered. I was confident enough thinking I'm healthy (kuno). I have not brought my medications.

It was during our NSTP. We were stuck in the cultural center. I was listening to the discussion during the time I felt the shortness of breath. I was trying to shove off the feeling and thinking psychologically that I'm well. I relaxed, tried hard enough to control my breathing (that's what the doctor always tell me). I was waiting for the break so that I could excuse my self.

By the time I went out of the cultural center. I was already dizzy and I could already see black spots in my line of sight. When I tried to walk further, I was really praying that it won't trigger. But then, there it was. The shortness of breath became uncontrollable. I was heaving for breath. I could already hear the noise on my lungs and then poof! the numbness of my body. My feet and hands are starting to go numb and form its funny position, as if twitching. Faith was with me that time, I texted her that I think I'm having an attack when we were still at the cultural center.

Hay naku. I'm dreading this. really. wag na sana maulit.

Friday, June 25, 2010

I danced Again

It's been months since I have not danced, and it seemed like years.
My first dance number at WVSU was during our English period, since we were asked and graded to introduce ourselves to the class by presenting our talents. At first, I didn't know what to do. I decided to play guitar and sing. But at that time, I was saved by the bell, with that, the remaining students would present next meeting.

I decided to dance. I watched a dance on youtube and revised the steps. I danced shots at the next meeting. That time, I was sick and I have not eaten my breakfast. So, I apologized first in front of the class and telling them that my dance number is less energetic. Some told me, "ui, basi malipong ka ha?"

And yes, I danced. Just like the way I dance before. After dancing, they were all like amo-na-ang-wala kapamahaw-kag-ga-masakit?" Not to raise myself, but the teacher told the class, "That is an example of no-breakfast and I'm-sick performance."

That very afternoon, the ASSC looked for street dancers and stage dancers for Iririmaw - WVSU's Acquaintance Party. And yea, many urged me to join. I just said, "bahala kamo." After, I was listed for the stage dance.

The span of our practice was 3 days. But if you would sum the hours up, It was just a day. I admit I'm not a very fast learner but I could dedicate all my time to memorize a dance routine.

We presented at 9:00 pm. The dance contest was called pasundayag. We didn't win, but I gave my best and I enjoyed. I had come to dance with the college troupe. I don't know if I'd continue dancing.

Now, to tell you, I'm battered. Daw pinapa nga luy.a ako subong. Wasak gid. Di ka hulag maayo.

P.S, may timos2 pa ako pag saot ko. Grabe nga balati.an!!!

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Pigado na gid!

Who could have dinner with less than 20 pesos?
to tell you, I could! ehehe. Do you know what I eat?

Every 6:00 p.m, I buy my food at Don Benito. There is an array of barbeque stands and all the street food you could imagine in front of Don Benito. I usually buy my food there. Sometimes, Faith hesitates to buy for she questions the cleanliness of the preparation of the food. But, I don't care. Basta barato ah. haha.

My lowest expense on my dinner is 11 pesos. I bought that "isaw with crispy mix" thing worth piso. I buy lima and buy rice for 6 pesos. See? I already had a dinner. Though it's not that hearty and bountiful. If that isaw thing isn't available, I buy 3 pork barbebeque for 9 pesos and rice worth 6 pesos. 15 pesos all in all.

That's what you call kapigaduhon. ahahahhaha.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Learn it too!

I feel I have learned lots of things this day.

1. Did you know what CUTE is in hiligaynon? It's ARIKUTOY. haha. It's really funny to say you are "arikutoy".

2. I just knew that BWISIT is derived from BULLSHIT. Forgive me. haha.

3. YUDIPUTA? It's spanish origin is HIJO DE PUGA. Dunno what it really means. But Hijo is a boy, i guess.

4. The early filipinos in the visayas before the malayan influence used other terms for their months and days.

Monday - tigburukad
Tuesday - dumason
wednesday - Dukot-dukot
Thursday - baylo-baylo
Friday - Dang-us
Saturday - Hingot-hingot
Sunday - Ligid-ligid.

January - Ulalong
February - Dagang-kahoy
March - Dagang-bulan
April - Kiling
May - hinabuyan
June - kabay
July - Hidapdapon
August - Lubad-lubad
September - Kangurulsol
October - bagyo-bagyo
November - Panglot nga diutay
December - Panglot nga Daku.

5. I also learned an Aklanon sentence. RU ARWANG GAEUNG-GAEUNG. It means "Ang karbaw ga tubog sa turugban." haha. I don't exactly remember. All I know is I really can't speak it in an Aklanon way. It really sounded that they speak it with R and NG at the same time. I end up saying it, GAGOG-GAGOG or GAROG-GAROG or GAWOG-GAWOG. haha. I speak it with either R or G or W. Can't speak it with both. My tongue was strung up. GOSH.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

YOU!!! @#$%!!!

I liked a status on facebook and commented something in a happy approach, and NOT to piss off. I was rather joking around.

Then he replied, "like like mo da? labot mu, epal, pota"
When I read the aforementioned words, i was like did-i-do-something-wrong?

Man!!! I was shocked. I suddenly felt an upsurge of outrage. I replied something, punched the keys as hard as I could and SHARED!

Hey? Wouldn't you be hurt? To tell you, MAn! i was HURT. I don't know if he's joking or not 'coz that's what we are. That's what we used to do and say. But, being told as EPAL? huh! can't be. and saying POTA, without me, meaning anything bad about my statement. That's Ridiculous.

hahaha. Nagpipigil lang ako, everytime you utter such foul words na wala sa lugar.

You know what? I could be outrageous to anyone who has the same foul attitude as you! And I speak foul, whenever I needed to to express how outraged I am. And I'm gonna go foul right now. FUCK YOU!!!

I hope this reaches YOU!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

just wasting money and time

My class ended at 11:30.

The next class is at 4:00. I rode back to my B-house, ate lunch and poof! BLACK OUT. It's DAMNED hot inside my room so I decided to go to some place with a generator. Gaisano would be acceptable.

Yea, I'm damned tired. Wanna lie down on my bed and wake up the next day. I slept for only 5 hours and haven't studied a single thing for my Sining because of my itchy-mouthed roommate! And yea, fuck it! we had a quiz just this morning and had two mistakes for the multiple choice and I guess a full and big egg for my pagsasalaysay since I haven't read my book!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shit!!! Pota!!!! Belatse!!!!!!

I want to move in a room, alone and lock my self up.

Yea, I just walked until I saw this netopia on the 2nd floor. I entered, signed in for 1 hour for 40 pesos. Dios Mio.

Right here, right now, I'm typing this blog. After this? What then? ahay.
I still have 3 hours... tick. tock. tick. 4 o'clock na please?

Sunday, June 13, 2010

maldita me

I eat at McDo whenever I want to. (pagmymoney) accompanied or unaccompanied.

The day was saturday, i am bound to bring my used clothes at a laundry shop at mission extension, pick up an LBC package and check out the university bookstore. I'm alone since Faith went home to Dingle. Yet, I had lunch with the twins at McDo.

At 3 pm, I started my tasks little by little. After which, I went to McDo and ordered fries and cokefloat.

I noticed that McDo was really jam-packed. Not with costumers but with servants wearing white shirts and caps and clutching a damp rag. They kept on roaming around. Working students? trainees? Perhaps. (Shrug)

Hmm. Anyway, to tell you, while the twins and I were having lunch at 11:00, they had just arrived and they caught our attention and we discussed about them. They were like are-you-done-na po-sir-mam.

Didn't I tell you on my previous posts that rue, karl and I don't buy our food at the same time? and we're used to see that our table is in an array of mess. Ahaha. But this lunch, every time we're done, they clear up our tables which tells us to order something again. I don't want them clearing up our table 'coz they also taking away the reason of our stay McDo. haha. Do you get me?

This time, I'm alone. I'm still staring at these people. Yea, they we're like cracks roaming around, craning their necks looking for mess! ahaha.

They're quite irritating since hindi ka pa nga tapos sa kinakain mo, e tatanungin ka na kung pwede ng kunin yung mga plastik mo. or kumakain ka pa and then they'll wipe off your table and chairs. Hm? e diba nakakawalang gana? ahaha.

when i was about to finish my snack, i saw a trainee, looking at my direction. when she approached, wala pa sya ka pamangkot, ghatag ko basura ko, then said, "oh, basi maagawan ka pa."

ahahahhahah.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

McDo Craze!

Good thing I still have remaining High school friends with me. In that way, I don’t feel so alone. It has already been a routine, that we eat at McDo on weekends or just once or twice a week so I have company.
We chose McDo as our meeting and eating place since McDo is cheaper than Jolibee or other food chains at Jaro. In just 50 pesos, you could already have a meal - McSavers.
It’s hard to go along with boys’ appetite. At first, we order a chicken fillet and after which, a sundae. We kept on with these orders for a few dinners, until our next meals came heavier. I guess, our heaviest meal was yesterday.
Kikay – Chicken Fillet with coke, burger, cokefloat.
Karl – Chicken Fillet with coke, burger and sundae.
Rue – Chicken Fillet with coke, burger, nuggets, sundae.

We also had lunch this noon, we all bought a chicken fillet, I bought a cokefloat and the twins bought sundaes. We bought two large fries and shared. Rue bought I guess, 3-4 sundaes? Rue has been really addicted with hot fudge sundae. He said, he’ll stop once he got enough of it. I guess, until he pukes! How I wish! He also said, If only he had unlimited money, he’ll buy a sundae machine, and he’ll eat every day until his stomach ached. As for me, I’ll never be tired of COKEFLOAT!

Of course, we don’t buy our food altogether at the same time. We buy it one at a time. That’s why, it takes us hours before leaving our tables. I’ve also seen the guard and the managers squinting at our direction. Perhaps they’re wondering, why we aren’t leaving. Ahaha. We made McDo our Tamabayan! Ahaha. After two hours or more, we left. “Thank you for coming to mcdonalds!” is what we heard. A thought came, perhaps, they should say, “Thank You for Leaving!” ahaha. We linger at McDo for long hours!

This is the disadvantage of studying and living near McDonalds!

new classmates!

Hey, my high school friends! Do you already have friends? Or should I say, do you want to have new friends? If you are to ask me, my answer would be yes and no.

Yes, because, I couldn’t be alone forever. I need company. And, no, because I’m contented of my high school friends and I don’t like them that much. I couldn’t find a group which has the same attitude and characteristics as you.

I perceive that our class is divided into peer groups. The All-guy group consisting of noisy-and-always-joking boys. The type of guys you see always tailing and seeking girls’ attention. The next group is an all-girl group – the sossy ones. The one you see with heels and dresses with laptops and beauty products and stuffs. (I thought West is for poor people?) This is the group I hate the most. The next one is the Jolly and all girl group. It’s fun to be with them. It’s like they laugh at all times. They’re the ones who show who they really are. They don’t care what people think about them. Just like bringing a Selecta 3-in-1 ice cream container for a lunch box stuffed with rice and viand and then buying another serve of rice and viand in a carenderia and devour everything. I was really shocked by this. If you wanted to have a group, I recommend these types. Ahaha. Yet I’m still uncomfortable with them. It’s not the same. It’s not what I’m looking for.

The next group is our group. Me, Rhobin and Juanito. We’re the silent types. The one you see always frowning and sleeping at the back of the classroom when the prof hasn’t arrived, the goody-goodies you see taking notes when the Prof is speaking. The ones who get nervous when being addressed by the Prof. When we have a long vacant, we’re the ones you see just buying water in the cafeteria and look for a place to rest our butts on. Anywhere! Even in a fraternity’s lair, or under an Acacia tree, in a bike with a side car, or under a statue. And we don’t mind walking alone. We sometimes go in separate places. We’re the ones you see going home immediately after class.

Our group’s kinda strange. Just imagine your self seeing two tall-tall good-looking boys, walking along with a small-small I-don’t-know girl. Ahaha. They’re nearly Six Feet!!! Gawd! They’re both neat-freaks! You’ll often see them in the gents' room every after class, while I wait for them outside. In normal terms, aren’t they supposed to wait for me outside the privy since I’m a girl? Ahaha. Things turned the other way around. And when they get out, seemed like they poured their perfumes all over them, particularly Rhobin. Juanito’s very fond of looking for a mirror. You’ll always see him beside someone’s car looking for his discrepancies in his reflection. There was a time that he asked me for a mirror and I said I don’t have one. He told me, “Ano klase nga bayi, wala salamin.” And then Rhob agreed and said, “Ang isa ka babae nga wala salamin kag wala gapanuklay.” Ahaha. Oh, I don’t care! I don’t give a damn!

Ahaha. There are still a lot of groups but these are the most distinct. In which group do you think should I stay with? Or I’d rather be a LONER? Ahaha.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Rob-Rob, Jun-Jun and KitKit?

Regular classes has begun. Regular classes? I dunno. Two teachers met with us which was supposed to be four.

I won't tell much about my fellow Political Science students. I say, they really are talkative. Only I, Juanito and Robin are silent. wahaha. We don't have much to brag about. Maybe we should keep that to ourselves. Maybe I should say, they're my new companions or should I say, friends? I had some friends at Biology class, too, like Jess, Melissa, Winnie and Faith but I'm often seen with this two. Robin's kinda hot headed and talkative. Juanito's really mysterious, weird but he jokes at times.

I really think they tagged me a new nickname. They called me KitKit. Why? ahaha. I also call Juanito as Jun-Jun and Robin, as RobRob. Haha. I really don't know. They don't mingle with other boys, an I don't mingle with other girls. I find the girls really socialites while Rob thinks the boys were all boastful. Rob agrees with me with the girls. While, Jun2, he doesn't care. hahaha. Tamad daw siya ya mangilala mo.


Hmm. I don't think we'll ever remain as haters of our fellow classmates. ahaha. all i know is i wanted to graduate and not to be "totyal" and "arte" like them.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Sadya diri sa WEST

Yea!!! First day of classes!

Mhenn!! I'll make my blog short. All I could say is SADYA DIRI SA WEST!!!
Just this morning, we had an orientation at the cultural center. I didn't listened much! I was busy talking with Faith and another factor is I'm pretty famished!!! I had some conversation with political science students who sits right beside me - Robin and Juanito.

During the part 2 of the orientation, which was effin fun, I have been acquainted with some of CAS students, too. They're Winnie Barraquia, Jess Sievert, Melissa Coo, and Juanito Balasote. They were nice and approachable. We talked much, especially I and Winnie and Jess. Jess speaks english, he understands ilonggo but doesn't know how to speak it. I was bloody. ahahahahaha.

P.S. My blogging would be reduced to once a week. Maskwela na ko tarong!!!!

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Bye Mandurriao and Welcome to Jaro

Classes will commence on monday, so, i had no choice but to move to my boarding house. It's goin to be a drastic change for me to be in a alien room with strangers right beside you, doing their own stuff. Another thing that concerns me is on how I'm going to strive to live on my own directions. It's kinda abrupt to be some kind of independent since I was pampered at home - at Sto.Nino, Isulan, and in Mandurriao.

I gathered all my stuff clattered in my room since i was about to move to my boarding house at Jaro. I really had a hard time organizing my stuff 'coz my clothes won't fit in my suitcase. Hay. I had to fold my clothes over and over again, sat over the clothes so that it would shrink a bit. I also sat on top of the lid to seal it. It was a strenuous job!

I called a taxi, it came, and pulled up at the curb and placed my luggage at the compartment. I bid goodbye to my young aunt and uncle, and sped to Jaro.

That was the cue on which started my life being alone. My stuff was set down inside the building. I found the main entrance empty so I had to pull my trolley suitcase and carry it in every raised platform. No one helped me. The toughest task for me was to carry it in a flight of steps with two landings since my room is in the 2nd floor of the edifice. That was high! When I finally had it upstairs, I was really sweating to death!!! If only my father is here, I won't suffer this!

Dinner time was fast approaching. I feel so alone. Seemed like I can't do a single thing without company. Faith is at Dingle, very far away from here, but she's coming tomorrow anyway. I messaged Rue and Karl that I want to have dinner with them just for a company. I planned to go to CPU myself since i don't want to bother the twins. They're the only persons who lived nearer to my place. Yet, Rue offered Jolibee or McDo. Hmm. I only planned to eat in a turo2 but I got no choice! They should be obeyed for it was I who perturbed. Yet, later, where they eat during dinner and said at CPU. I asked them why don't we not at CPU, they just raised their eyebrows and said, sa carenderia? Do they think I don't eat in places like that? Di ko artihan ah. Kag di ko manggaranon para pirmi lang sa foodchain.

We ate at McDo, a mcsaver meal for 50 to be thrifty, and a sundae. But Rue has a great appetite, he bought two sundaes and a large fries, while Karl only had 1 sundae and a regular fries. We shared with the fries somehow. (Pero gapanukot siya subong sang french fries nga gikaon ko! amaw gid!) I also had a funny scene. Maybe, I was absent-minded that time! I don't actually remember the reason why I placed my money on my food. Good thing I was almost done. Small grains of rice and a chunk of chicken. Rue ate whats left of my chicken fillet. We were really laughing out loud of my foolishness. I choked and coughed. It seemed like rice has gone up my throat near the nasal cavity!

Anyway, good thing I had some friends up here. Some how, I don't feel so alone.

Schedule

I'm a copycat. Gagayahin ko si hani.

Monday
A.M
- 7:00 - 8:30 - Intensive English Grammar
- 9:00 - 10:00 - General Psychology

P.M
- 1:00 - 2:30 - College Algebra


Tuesday
A.M - 7:00 - 8:30 - Sining ng Pakikipagtalastasan
- 10:00 - 11:30 - Biological Science

P.M - 1:00 - 3:00 - Foundations of Physical Education
- 4:00 - 5:00 - Philippine History

Note: My Monday sched is similar to my Wednesdays. Same with my Tuesday's to Wednesdays. I dont have friday and saturday classes. But my CWTS might end up at Saturdays. ehehehe. I hate the sched 'coz i have to wake up early for my 7:00 a.m classes.

Friday, June 4, 2010

First Ilonggo Post

I wanna have some alterations with my blog . And I have come up to one idea. I’m gonna recount my story today, in ilonggo. Haha. Also for those who misses the dialect. Enjoy reading.

Plano namon nga malagaw subong sa SM kay malantaw kami sang Prince of Persia. Buhay dun namon nga ginaplanuhan nga malantaw sini mo. Pero. Nagahangyo man abi si Aris nga hulaton siya. Subong lang gid kami nakalagaw nga updanay kami nga lima. Pero basi mamangkot kamo ngaa lima lang kami, kag ngaa sa ila ko ya ga tabid tabid nga ara man sila Faith, Jevah, Mariel kag Manaay diri sa Iloilo. Pamangkuton ko man kamo, close kami sato haw? Haha

Si Chester kag Aris, nangin close kami kay sila tana na upod2 ko halin tung April pa mo. Kag isa pa, ga text man kami kag ga sturya man sa school. Ah basta ah. Di ko ma explain gid. Mahambal ko lang guro, friendly ang vhulayye_oggs. Naga sanga-sanga nalang ang mga kakilala. Ahaha. Bal-an niyo dun na ah.Si Rue kag Karl naman, classmates ko. Si Rue, barkada man gihapon, si Karl, friend lang gihapon. Ti amo ni sa ang rason ngaa sa ila ko ga tabid. Kag makasabay ko sa ila humor. Sa staples abi, hindi gid tana. Haha. Naka upod bi ko isa ka adlaw sa staples tung nagkuha ko sang libro nga gihatag ni nessie. Nag panaw kami sa ila balay. Indi gid ako ka sakay sa ila mo! Ga nguri nguri lang ko. Lain gid tana abi ah.

Nagtarabu.ay kami sa atubangan ka McDo. Lowbat gid ako sato mo, amo nag text lang ko kay Aris nga sa McDo. Pero mayad lang gid kay nakit.an ko ang kapid sa gawas ka SM. Matabok man sila ti gin kadtu.an ko sila eh. Nagkirit.anay na kami, galing wala pa si Chester. Gin tawagan nalang siya ni Aris. Ti amu to ginhulat nalang namun siya. Galing ahay, buhay man tana nag abot. Alas kwatro na kami iya naka lantaw sine. Mga alas dos cguro kami ngkit.anay, o alas 3. Ambot lang. haha. Last na ni namon nga lagaw, kay ma rubo-rubo na ko ya iskwela. Pagkatapos sang semana nga ni, kis.a pa sa malaka ako malagaw ah. Haha.

Wala man gid sang kakaiba nga natabo. Wala lang, amo lang gihapon ah. Kadlawanay, sunluganay, kag kung mapikon, tiklodanay, hampakanay, kusi.anay (si Aris lang gapangusi. Puta sakit2! Mayo wala karapusa punggod ko. Ahaha.) Nalang gid. Hay, siyempre hindi madula ang phrase namun nga “Share Mo Lang – Cute Eh.” Kag ang sikat nga foul word sang Noy, ang “P.I.” haha. Kag gina sunlog nila ako pirmi about sa akon nga bal.an mo na. Hay, sanay na takun sang sunlog nga amu na kay halin sa eskwelahan, basta mabal.an, sunlog dayon na. haha. Ti daw sa wala dulang e. kag damu2 sila sunlog. Kis.a si Aris naman ang ma tripan, kis.a si Rue. Rotation ah! Kung kaisa, kung maghipos lang gani ako gamay, masunlog duman na sila sing “Iiyak na yan! Iiyak na!” Abaw mga tagalegs!!! Hahaha. Mahambal pa gid na si Rue nga “Gina away away niyo lang si Kikay, only girl na lang gani na pai. Yuuudiiii.!!!!!” Yawa! Nami kumuson. Gahod2 pagid na sila. Ga dugang sa galong sing SM. Mga diputa gid! Pero, wala sila mahimo kay malantaw pa lang ko sa mga itsura nila nga daw mga yawa, utoy utoy na ko ka kadlaw. Haha.

Nag timo2 kami panyapon sa inasal ah. Nag internet ako, wifi abi ang SM. Ako naman ang nag internet, kay tung hapon, binulos-bulosan nila laptop ko. Nag status lang man ko sa sa facebook ah. Hahaha. Kag gitan.aw ko sched ko sa ila. Pagkahuman namun igma, naglakat kami, updan namun si Aris mabakal tuwalya. Sila Rue, Karl kg Ches, nagbakal na tana samtang ga order kami ni Aris sa inasal.

Damo kami ya gina hapit hapitan. Ang pinaka ulihi namun nga ginhapitan atung sa nokia. Tung hampang nga kuryente2 bala. Ng may ara bala sansalon nga ga tiko tiko tapos paagyon mo imo nga hoop nga sansalon man didto. Tani gets nio. Ahahaha. Ang mga buang naman, madinisya tani. Gin patay nila iya ang switch sa gilid. Abi guro nila hindi mag huni ang buzzer maskin maigo. Haha. Mga baghak gid!
Sadya man mag lagaw upod sang mga bodyguard ko ah. Haha.

Ti kamusta basa niyo? Haha. Ilonggong Mindanao gyapon ko, di bala? Hindi gid gihapon ko ka pure nga ilonggo. May halo ghapon nga gamay nga tagalog or English. Sige lang kay sa pabuhay-buhayon ko man jutay bag.o ko mag blog liwat sang ilonggo. Tan.awa nio dayun kun nag arang arang. Haha

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Who said waiting is boring?

I didn't expect enrollment to be so tough. At any rate, it was far better than MSU's. (No offence MSUans.) It was organized, really. The only problem is the crowd and the formidable waiting.

We took our priority numbers at the ADMIN. The scenario surprised me. I could simply say, the edifice is jam-packed with students who sought enrollment. I took my number and it was OMG! 773! and the number currently entertained that time is 64. haha. We decided to come back during the afternoon.


We made use of our time though. We paid our pre-enrollment fees at CAS. It was a process. Enter rooms stationed by organizations, write your name, sign, pay respectable amounts and ask for your receipt. We did these for 6 times. We didn't had to fall in line coz the rooms were clear, except forum dimension. Forum Dimension is the CAS's publication. We fall in line in a seamless line which stretched out at the rear end of the edifice. Long enough. Our feet got damn weary and stiff with standing. Anyway, that was the only inconvenience Faith and I suffered.

Rue kept on asking on the jeepney rides for Rob Mall. He's going to do his unfinished business at BPI yesterday. He doesn't know how to ride. Haay. A very dependent guy. ahaha. Anyway, our tandem's great! He's my bodyguard and I'm his tour guide. haha. Faith suggested that we could accompany Rue, since we still have lots of hours to wait before we could be enrolled. So we went.

Our meeting was really funny. We made fun of Rue. haha. At any rate, it was his fault. We agreed to meet at G Mall beside the overpass and near LBC. He came, yes, but he didn't go to the meeting place. Instead, he went inside. We followed him and decided not to call him. haha. He was craning his head for a better search unaware that we're right behind him. Faith and i was really hooting right behind him. We kept a few distance away from him since he was looking back. We hid behind the large circular foundation of the mall. He kept on texting, asking on our whereabouts. I constantly tell him our agreed meeting place. Seemed like he didn't know where LBC was. He asked the guard and the guard led him. We scampered back to the foundation again, pressing our backs on the cold stone. Feeling namin nasa action movie kami. ahaha. Anyway, Rue was pathetic and so, we exposed ourselves when he was almost getting out. Yeah, well, he cursed us particularly me but we were dying out LAUGHING!!!

Anyway, after Rob, we went back to West and finally, it was 695!!! Nearer though. We looked for vacant seats, waited and frantically stared at the LCD monitor for our numbers and our assigned counter to appear. 773 at counter number 9 showed the screen and read aloud by the announcer through a mic.

And at last! I'm enrolled. I'm now an AB POLITICAL SCIENCE 1-A student.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Shortest Post

The fastest way to move on is to fall in love AGAIN. . .

Shortest blogpost ever.

Horrible thing spotted

This day's really tiring. I had plans, but i haven't stuck with it. I was supposed to wake up early and do the laundry. it's been a week since I haven't washed my clothes. Yeah, i woke up early, six o'clock. Splashed my face with water and went back to my room and slept. Ahahah. What's wrong men? Sleep walking?

I woke up at 10:30, ate my breakfast, fixed myself and headed to west accompanied by Rue. I was really in hurry coz it's goin to be 12:00 any minutes from now since I came at west at 11:40. Rue wasn't that much of help. He keeps on blabbering about stuffs on west (criticizing) and compare them to CPU. Kinda annoying! hahaha. He keeps me accompanied anyhow. I could talk to someone.

I haven't passed my reqs coz they already had their lunch break. So we decided to go head SM to meet Karl and Chester. We watched NOY which is a very amazing indi film. hehe. Very much. ahaha. After the movie, we ate. Rue asked me to accompany him to Robinsons to fix his problem at BPI. He doesn't know his way so I accompanied him and he promised me to accompany me at West for my reqs. So we set off.

We had a long journey. Really. I don't want to explain it further for it would make my blog too long. ahaha. After, we went back to west and do my stuff.

I'm very tired, so is he. We ate again at McDo near west. This is where my emergency was spotted. haha. I peed and I saw it!!! The thing every girl dreads! OMG. I couldn't just get out and buy the thing that i need so, I gathered the guts to ask Rue. We're friends so he could do me some favor. Thank God he's there. Anyway why haven't i noticed it? hahaha. It was horrible.

I laughed out loud when he recounted his experience. The tinderas laughed at him when he bought. I don't know what he actually did, but he said he spoke his purpose in a very small voice. You know, boys don't just buy tampons. They think, mababawasan na ang kalalakihan nila. I asked him why was that a big deal for them, he just said, "Basi tana isipon nila ako magamit."

Such a dumb reason. haha. why would they? And why would the tinderas think that?

P.S. Thank you very much NOY. ahaha.

Back to elementary systems

West Visayas State U is I don't know. Maybe I should say - strict. I had my whole day orientation at West. I had NSTP orientation during the morning at PESCAR Gym and Pre-enrollment orientation at the Cultural Center during the afternoon. I admired the cultural center very much. It looked like a theater. A place where stage plays are presented.

We were oriented with lots of stuff, about the enrollment process; presented us the buidings inside west, dormitory amenities, the IUIS, and the WVSU rules and regulations. Anyway, we'll have another orientation on June 15.

What interested me most is the IUIS. I'm some kind of manol to it's system. haha. Anyway, to make things short, it is an WVSU account by google in which all students of WVSU individually have. It is where we could see our grades, schedules, prospectus, fees, announcements, and it is where our projects would be passed. Like it very much!!!

What pissed me most is the Rules and regulations and its punishment. I'd like to state some since there were lots of them and i couldn't remember.

No I.d no entry. If you get past the guard, you wouldn't still be allowed to enter your class.

Proper dress code - must be decent. No slippers.

Complete uniform.

Too much accessories not allowed.

long hair for boys not allowed.

Dyed hair not allowed.

Speaking foul words could suspend you.

Three consecutive absents - suspension.

Quarreling could also suspend you.

Fist fight - suspension.

Cheating - suspension.

Joining organizations which includes hazing and anti-government leads you to expulsion.

Disrespecting and assault to faculty and staff - expulsion.

Three times warning leads to suspension, three suspensions leads to expulsion.


See? Seems like I've gone back to my elementary days in a private school.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Today is SUNDAY.

Today's SUNDAY. Really.

Five us - Me, Rue, Karl, Chester and Aris are supposed to meet and watch prince of Persia today. Yet, we were still anticipating Aris to come. He's about to arrive from a long arduous journey from Mindanao up to here since they came here with the means of RORO. They brought their car dude! (Rich)

We've gone tired and each decided to meet up at SM City with distinct purposes. I, for an LBC pick up, Karl and Rue to withdraw some cash, Chester didn't come though.
We met up at circuit city, watched Karl as he plays a game, and constantly go to the cinema for a movie prospect. Yet we aren't watching, we'll be waiting for Aris to come, tomorrow, probably. Rue and I have gone tired of waiting Karl and decided to buy some refreshments from Mang Donaldo.

We went upstairs again and peered for Karl again. He's already left, yet we found him again, a little later. Rue still had not enough of his McFlurry so he asked for another one. I didn't dare to have some once more 'coz I still have a Monster Coke Float to relish. HAHAHAHA. We lingered, waited for Karl for his order, talked, joked around and stuffs. We also came to formulate a mocking phrase. Everytime any of us talks about something without being asked, we often say, "SHARE MO LANG? CUTE EH!" It sounds offensive and not funny, yet we laugh out loud with it. Are we nuts? haha. Later, Karl joins us with that phrase too.

Anyway, I just realized how idiot and forgetfull KIKAY is. REALLY!!!

After SM, I decided to go to West to pass a requirement, a pahabol actually. Well, since Rue and Karl are bound for CPU, were taking same Jeepney ride. I convinced them to accompany me to school, they agreed and stopped the jeepney beside Jollibee. West is nearer so we decided to walk than waste "LIMA" for a jeepney. It wasn't that sunny that's why it was okay. As we neared the institution, I noticed the school looked so peaceful.. .

The apprehension struck me hard, real hard. I suddenly gasped, put my hand in my face, laughed and said, "Ai ka tanga!!!" I keep on repeating such until i noticed Karl said something. I realized he was sharing something in the midst of my waggish trance. He protested when i said "tanga" which he thought it was him i am addressing. I stared at the twins, and laughed again. They were completely unaware too.

To tell you guys, anew, TODAY IS SUNDAY. No office hours!!! oh, men! SHAME ON ME. haha. How am I going to pass that requirement? hahaha

P.S Sorry Karl and Rue, I let you walk for miles for nothing.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Did Paranoia Knocked and I let it enter?

I still dunno the crime rate here in Iloilo, I guess, that's laid upon me to research. haha.

Even though, I often go to places here, did you know that I dreaded being out of the house? not actually out of the house - I loved being out of this freaky home though the prickly heat breaks into my skin, but i dreaded walking out of the subdivision under the scrutiny of lots of mundane people.

I am afraid, yes. Passing everyday, walking like an idiot, bowing low. There are variety of people I could see just by passing by. A group of kids boasting their new toys (under the heat of the sun, eh?); group of wenches giggling and speaking sotto voce with their heads hung low together; a group of men playing basketball at the center of the road; men and women playing golf on a ram shackled golf course alongside the road; groups of pedicab drivers; and people just like me, anticipating for a quick ride for a jeep.

The group which bothers me most is the basketball men and the pedicab drivers. I hate them staring at me head to toe, (Not trying to be feelingon or what. haha)
I disdain them for always saying, "sin.o ka text mo ga?" What the hell you care anyway? haha. Since i always clench my cell phone and flip it open every time i pass by. I do that to avoid those prying eyes. I also pretend to be fumbling for something in my bag, or in my wallet. Sometimes, I dress ordinarily and boyishly to make me look a stronger personality and NOT a WIMPY GIRL which would be scared with them. Did you know that i bought loads of bubble gum and chewed it hungrily, producing a sucking sound. haha. It made me feel stronger too. haha.

I also heard them talk to each other and say, "amu na tung pangayu.an niyo number part?" That's why before i take a turn at that road where these assuming, show-off, trying hard basketball players are, I pray that they're sick and couldn't get out of bed so that the road is clear and spotless!!! this means, I only have to deal with those pedicab drivers.

Hey, You tell me, am i paranoid? Or Idiot? Did too much heat penetrated my thinking? huh?

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

After all the rubbish, it's done

"No one touched me like that..."

I've just complied everything for my medical certificate. And i tell you, it wasn't that easy! For the record, the process was more convoluted than students taking up marines.

I've undergone CBC check, X-ray, Urinalysis, Fecalysis for my laboratory. They checked my Blood pressure as every school normaly does, my pulse rate, cardiac rate, height and weight. They also checked my eyes through Snellen, I had my dental check, and the most dreaded of all was the breast check! I don't know what was that for, but they had a stethoscope and - I don't wanna go with the details. ahaha. I hated it.

Well, progression of the medical tests were strict. We had a dress code: wear shorts. I thought it was okay not to follow the dress code yet, i saw a girl, with only a towel draped right at her waist. We chatted and i knew why. She wore jeans, and the doctor asked her to take it off. She remained at that state from the start of the tests until it ended. oh, pity!

I also came to have a few acquaintances. A political science student too, soon to be classmate, HENNA. And Mary Jane, an AB english student. We exchanged few words, jokes, infos, history and stuffs. I hope we would get along someday.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Stupid Kids

I hate kids. I mean, filthy kids. And I hate the way they sit next to me, their noisy noises ringing in my ears, their pungent smells. Urg! I also hate them staring at my stuffs just like my phone and my laptop. A filthy little boy here often comes in the house with her sisters to watch tv. I don't care as long as they don't get near me. But this little boy has a bark skin i guess. He keeps on coming and tells me he wants to play with my laptop. Everytime I set my hands on my laptop, every time i work with something, he sticks out his hand touches the screen, and covers everything until i don't see a single thing. When I use a mouse, he reaches out moves his fingers on the touch pad. I pushed the touch pad lock yet he still sees how it's done. He often tells me to move faster with my work so he could play! Urgh!

See??? I'm just forcing my self not to hurl him outside the house.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Smooth as silk

The smoothest, tearless break-up incident I knew.


She: Break tayo. Mag aaral na ako ng mabuti.
He: Ai? Okay.
She: Friends?
He: Friends. . .

See? hahaha.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Med results

I tell you, i envy my classmates who has already been enrolled to their future colleges 'coz as of now, I'm not yet enrolled. I still have to go through a needle's eye before enrolling.

I hate being at hospitals. I don't like the scent of drugs permeating the whole establishment. I also don't want to see someone on a stretcher heaving for breath, and the most dreaded thing for me is seeing myself being pricked by a syringe.
But there is one thing i like about hospitals. I love to see nurses and doctors strutting in every part of the edifice. I love to see them wear their white tunics and nurses' caps and carry medicine. I idolize them for being so expert with syringes and stuffs. Of course, they learned it. haha.

Well, just this day, I have undergone my x-ray, and they sucked out my blood. I still don't have my urinalysis and stool. Urinalysis isn't a problem but what about stool??? huhu. How?

Anyway, here are my results and i understand none of it.

Hemoglobin, mass concentration is 101 g/L
Erythrocyte volume fraction is 0.32 L/L
Erythrocyte number concentration 4.31x10 raised to 12 L.
Leucocyte number concentration 8.4x10 raised to 9.
Neutrophil number fraction 0.65
segmenter 0.65
Lymphocyte number fraction 0.34
Eosinophils number fraction 0.01
Thrombocyte number fraction 360

What i only know for now is that some of the aforementioned were abnormal.
and then what????

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Goodbye for now

Now I knew how it feels to be totally away from your family and friends in exchange with entire strangers, distant relatives and a few friends from your hometown. Yet, it’s a relief to have someone you know than no one at all, right?

It was hard to bid everyone goodbye in person, ‘coz my stock of tears are all on the verge of falling. Though I would only be away for 5 months or more, yet it was the longest span that I’m going to be away for consecutive months. I kissed my relatives older than me, and the kids kissed me. It’s already a tradition in our family. I was on the edge of crying but I forced it back. My eyes were glassy when I pulled out.

When I was at the van bound for Davao, my tears splashed down. I draped my hair on the other side to hide my upwelling tears from my Dad who was just right outside the van. I keep on pushing the upsetting momentum yet it knocks out of my brain. I was still crying when the van lurched forward and set off for a long bumpy journey.

Yet, pictures of my family flashed involuntarily at my mind. I always try to wave it off. I turned to observe the clouds we were traversing thousands of altitude on air which seemed like cotton sprawled everywhere; the blue seas which looked like a vast tile of unwavering water and scrutinize it properly and relish as I see the tiny ripples; and the green mountainous surface below, the tiny squares of the civilization, the snaky white paths of ridges, and the labyrinthine paved roads of the cities.

In that way, I temporarily forgot the idea nudging me a while ago. When I got tired of examining the profound resources below, I open my book “The Tenth Gift “ and read, moving to another world of 16th century England.

Anyway, enough of my imaginations. Haha. Now, I must face my new life here in Iloilo.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Bitch!!!

Premature fornication is a trend nowadays, haven’t you noticed? hahaha. Such an enticing deed for opposite sex yet has a grave consequence when tolerated.

The day we brought Manang Daping to the hospital, we noticed a woman weeping on the rear end of the emergency room. I moved around and surreptitiously peered behind the curtains next to Manang’s. Then I held my gaze on a pregnant girl, weeping, flinching with pain. It was such a pity to see a child suffer from early child birth. We queried with the mother beside her and confirmed that the girl was 15 years old, and the one who has buried a seed on her is her teacher. Such a foul thing to sully the said noble profession. I suddenly felt a tinge of outrage towards the teacher who has maltreated this poor girl.

I went home, and was back at the hospital a day after Manang’s operation. I was with Manang Kring-Kring that day and went to watch for her for a day. We slept on the hospital premises and made ourselves comfortable. During our stay, we came to close watch of the girl maltreated by his teacher. Yet, with great disappointment, the benevolence felt was replaced by scorn and utter contempt with the girl. We discovered that she wasn’t raped. The teacher was her lover!!! Disgusting. I felt a sudden insolence toward the both of them.

We also learned that they couldn’t be released out of the hospital due to paucity of money. We were informed that their hospital bill was 1000 more. They’re broke indeed. They stayed a little longer. They dispute on the fact of calling the culprit or I should say the lover. I heard the girl,”Ambot, pabay.e tana ng linti nga diputa na!” So, I felt a sudden remorse on what I’ve said, after all, she regretted what happened. At least, that was good.

The dusk came, and we were shocked to see a man, we found out that he was the teacher who screwed up the girl. He brought food for them. I glanced up the girl at the privy, I thought she was dreading the man, but then again I felt an upsurge of emotions. I saw her giggling and her sister was nudging her. Bitch!!! I thought she was mad at him.

The teacher stayed long, they lay together along with the infant between them. It was sunrise when we saw such immorality. We saw the man cupping the breasts and running his fingers down between her legs. All people in the ward were staring with scornful looks in their faces yet, it was just as if no one’s around. In fact, everyone inside the ward, knew their case. Eew! Gross!

The girl really doesn’t know how to babysit. Every time her baby cries, she just slept and ignored the poor thing. When she was nudged to wake up by her mother or anyone in the ward, she often gets mad and mutter some almost inaudible words of disdain. She also doesn’t seem to care about herself, she has a messed up hair, stained clothes and blood sputtered pajamas. Yet, she doesn’t care, she still sleeps sprawled on the bed with her bloody pajamas exposed. Sigh!

Babies

Babies - How cute these little things are. How I love to cuddle and flung my arms around them. I’m fond of carrying them around, strolling till my arms ache due to weariness. I opt to be with babies below 1 year old because, they don’t move too much, and I don’t have to chase after them. I just wanted to sit and stand in place. It’s heart-warming when you see their first smile, you’ll really love it when they cooed, your heart breaks when they cry out loud. I don’t know what babies feel when they cry. Perhaps, they feel uncomfortable with their clothes, they look for their parents, or they wanted to be entertained.

In our compound, we already have three babies. The eldest among these infants is Abiella Marie Kapunan or Jelai, she is my cousin. I guess she’s seven months old, yet turning eight this May 22 or something. I really don’t know. Haha. I don’t have time to ask while typing this post. She already crawls, sits, and stands with something or someone to lean on. She’s a very sensitive baby. She tends to be with her own brothers and sisters, and parents, of course. She doesn’t want anyone to hold her. You know what, every time I carry her, she cries real hard. She slaps her little hands on my face and stretches her body. I hate her when she does that. I’m really on the verge of hurling her out of the house. Haha. She also loves to ride on her rattan stroller. Well, she doesn’t have such exquisite cushioned stroller ‘coz rattan’s the only thing her family could provide. Jelai’s a malnourished baby. She’s underweight and often catches cold. Anyway, I spend more time with her than any other babies in our compound.

The second baby here in our extensive family is Brennan K. Chua. He is my nephew. Brennan’s 3 months old, I guess. He’s a plump little baby, with stubby fingers and legs. He has big round eyes which almost peer into your soul. We don’t see him often just like Jelai. I seemed to think that he’s isolated from everyone. His mother, his Wowa, and his Yaya Pani, in my perception, doesn’t want him to mingle with us. Anyway, he’s a real rich kid. Isn’t it obvious? He is Brennan K. CHUA. Haha. I’ll leave that fact for you to ponder. Yet, later on, as he grows up, he comes at his Lolo Totot and Lola Daging’s house. In that way, I could see him. I also, walk off to their house with some business. Manang asks me to talk to Brennan. Yet, there are conditions. You should speak English when talking to him. Well, it’s not a requirement but Manang prefers it. We also aren’t allowed to touch his face. Sigh. I’m not used to be with Brennan though he’s such a cute and healthy baby. I’ve never carried him in my arms. He’s heavy - Heavier and bigger than Jelai.

Our third baby, the newly born is Bai Alexia Kapunan or Alih, my niece. She has big eyes, a sculptured high nose, and wide lips. She’s a little scrawny, with long fingers and legs. Well, this thing is complicated. My cousin is unmarried, and got pregnant at the age of 19. She’s under graduate. I could not foresee the future of this infant. Her boyfriend is a muslim and also an undergraduate. I guess, they would depend on their parents. I also have no idea if Manang would marry Khalil. But, as far as I know, our family, particularly Manang’s father doesn’t acquiesce on the idea of her, tied on a Muslim family. For the record folks, Manang Daping is Jelai’s sister. So this leaves us the question, how would the family provide milk and other proper nourishments for the babies without support from the male’s side? Yet, I still see Khalil’s family support them. He and his sister Hauni often visits and watch Manang. Their parents do too. Perhaps, they seek responsibility and rights to the child. I can’t blame them anyhow. It’s their blood running on the child’s veins. The baby was surgically removed from my cousin’s belly which means a lot of money was used up. Pity! She’s suffering the pain from operation right now; she keeps on moaning and telling us that she’d rather have a normal delivery than ripped up.

Too bad I won’t be seeing these kids again. It’s going to be months ‘till I meet them again. They’ll be growing up, and I’ll miss it.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Swimming Craze

The day was 5th of May, birth date of two of my classmates - Glovarn and Tin Tin. I was invited to come on Glov’s celebration and not on Tin Tin’s. Yet, it was okay, I’d rather have at least one invitation than two and have a dilemma on which party I’ll be present at. I can’t be in two places at once.

I went there with Honey, Aika, and Kat. Honey and I met up at the terminal; we fetched Aika, and beckoned Kat from a waiting shed in front of NDTC.

I’ve anticipated finding at least 50 people ‘coz Glov told me so. Yet, There are only few. I just came back, so I missed my friends. We chatted, laughed, teased at each other like we used to do during our school days. We feasted on the food laid before us and a little while later, rode a truck jumping off to Seneres.

It was a tough bumpy ride. Some of us are in standing position, firmly gripping the iron railings overhead and beside us. The driving was harsh, that we, passengers seemed like logs piled up on the truck. We staggered on our feet at every hump we go straight into. Some of us fell off their feet and hit their butts with a dull thud on the iron base. We hunch down on every branches and twigs that brushed the truck as we chugged to our destination. The ride was fun, anyhow. Ha ha ha.

We reached Seneres, changed on our swimming attires. Some of the girls didn’t. They preferred to watch us devour the enjoyment of the waters. The boys played games with themselves. We dare not join them for we would really exhaust ourselves. Only I and Hani know how to swim, so we were swimming across the enormous pool. Aika and Cha really need assistance. I do, too, ‘coz I can’t last long on the deep waters, but I can swim forth for my own safety. Short distances, though.

We didn’t last long, we need to go home early. We eased ourselves out of the pool and changed clothes. The boys were left behind. Still, enjoying themselves. We lingered for several minutes which seemed like years for them to get tired of swimming. Yet, they didn’t. Did you know that they took of their shorts and swam with only their briefs on? But, we were not there of course. Glov just told me that they did. Ha ha ha.

We all got tired of waiting for them, so some of us decided to start walking out of this place. I, rhem and kat, were left behind, idling on our seats. I stood up reluctantly, sluggishly pacing after them, but before I made more steps onward, the truck came! Thank God. So, I called the boys out on the top of my voice for I no longer have the strength to go down the flight of steps and be back on top again.
I followed up a text message and yelled. After short moments, they came up, and moved out of Seneres. We had that enjoyable and bumpy ride again, and went on our respective homes.
Just another happy page of my life.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Iloilo

Iloilo – my would-be second home. There’s nothing so special about it, but lemme tell you some things about it.

Iloilo’s dialect is Ilonggo, or Hiligaynon. But, to tell you, the mindanaon ilonggo isn’t quite similar to Iloilo’s. There are terms in which we use differently - and the most importantly, the intonations. You wouldn’t get it right unless you come here and talk to them. You know what? I was really raising up my wards and fight off the Ilonggo’s sing-song tone. Yet, I ended up being the cause of laughter at home, back here in Mindanao.

Did you know? That they call BULAD as UGA?

When calling up at someone’s house, AYO is our term. But there. You should call, TAGBALAY.

As everyone know, our money is called, PISO, DOS, TRES. For example, tag SINGKO ang ice. Yet, at Iloilo, tag LIMA ang ice.

When riding a jeepney, once you were seated, you should pay forthwith. Ask for people infront of you to pass your fare to the driver. (Wala didto kundoktor)

Jeepney’s there are organized; they have trash cans inside their jeeps. They also keep their money into tiny rolls just like in cigarettes and place them in a translucent plastic box. They pile them there which would look like colorful minuscule bamboo walls. The coins are also classified into compartments.

When you have reached you destination, don’t you call out, sa UNHAN lang, while at Iloilo, they call out, sa BABAW lang.

These are some of the things I noticed. I’m starting to like the place except the intonation.

Which is Which?

It was 28th of April. The results on both WVSU and CPU are about to be unleashed. I was only nervous for West’s results ‘coz CPU’s exams we’re easy.

As I reached West, I scanned for my name and saw it immediately. I muttered a prayer of thanks and moved my gaze on further announcements posted beside it. Well, it was really like OMG. Wanna catch a glimpse?

Laboratory Tests ( anytime)
STFAP Bracketing and Interview ( May 18 – 21)
CAS Physical Exam (May 24-26)

You know what? I really planned to be enrolled before I go home and go back at Iloilo around the month of June. Yet, too bad, I’ll be back at May 18, which means, I only have almost 2 weeks of stay at Mindanao, and be at Iloilo for good!

I noted the schedules and called my parents to inform them that I passed, unaware of my wavering Ilonggo tone. Ha ha ha. Afterwhich, I went to CPU to get my results. I also passed and I could already be a regular student of CPU. Thus, I could already enroll. For the record folks, I took accountancy at CPU.

Faith and I we’re texting that time, she asked me if I already got enrollment requirements at West. I said no, and rushed back to West. I was confirmed and took some papers. These were; STFAP Application form (must be notarized by a lawyer and must also contain a cedula and my parents income tax); 2 Medical Services request slip; an Immunization record; and a Student – Parent Commitment. There are indeed a lot of things to attend to, before setting your foot at West Visayas - unlike CPU.

Well. As for CPU, you just take an exam for Math and English. If you don’t pass, just take up summer classes. This is one factor, my father don’t prefer CPU. I guess, he really wants me to have a hard time. Sigh.

As a matter of fact, I also wanted to be at CPU, for some of my classmates would be studying there, like Rue. Karl, and Jevah. I won’t be alone. Jevah’s taking up accountancy. Another is, I like CPU’s uniform, and the third is, Accountancy would be my course. Accountancy is a course to be, for you’ll surely have a work after you have graduated.

Now, this gives me a hard time choosing. Which is which?

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Damn!!!

The day was Saturday. There’s nothing else to do at home. All I did was lock myself up in my room, message up some friends, laying my back on the bed, rolling over and stuffs. My phone started to beep and I realized I’m starting to lose battery power. I rummaged on my stuff for my worn out charger and positioned the pin on my phone. Wanna know the status of my charger? Well it’s already almost cut up between its wires. You could almost see what’s inside the tiny leather-like tubes. So, I twisted and wrapped the wires around my cell, looking for position for my charger to work. Yet, I think it really had no chance at all. So, I decided to go out and buy a new charger.

I went to SM, and searched for inexpensive charger. I walked in three stalls all in all for buying a charger. It cost me 200 pesos out of my pocket in a blink of an eye. Ouch! But, it’s better than a 500 plus charger. I went to Watsons and bought something, then went to MangDonaldo and bought my favorite. I saw a Shakeys stall and suddenly felt craving for pizza. I bought 2 slices for 55 pesos. I didn’t know there’s a free iced tea for that. So, I had no choice but to bring it along.

I was heading home, when something caught my attention – I mean, SOMEONE!
He was walking towards my direction, with four guards around him. He was making brisk and quick strides, and he was now coming nearer! I was flabbergasted and was frozen on my spot as if I’ve already grown roots! It was Sam Concepcion. A very handsome one. Is he of my age? Or older? I dunno exactly.

I wanted to shake hands with him, take a picture of us but – damn it! I can’t! Why? ‘Coz I have this coke float on my left hand, Iced tea on my right, a shakeys, watsons, and well-com cellophane! Erg! I coudn’t even get my phone out of my pocket!

As he neared me, I came up to my senses and stepped aside for them to pass. My eyes never left him. As he passed, all I could ever do that time was say Hi. So I waved my left hand with a coke float and uttered the words aloud, “HI SAM”. That caught his attention and searched for the voice. I smiled and he did too! We locked gazes, he said hello, amd waved his hand. OMG!!!!! U was star stricken! If you only knew how much I wanted to hurl my things out of the way, shake hands with him, and take a picture of us! I wished I knew he’s coming over, so I haven’t bought these things!

DAMN!

DAMN!

DAMN!

DAMN!

DAMN!

DAMN!

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Interview Day? Don't think So.

Today's the day our interview would take place. But do you know how many happened in just one day besides the interview? I'll tell you.

I did my morning routine again. You already know it, i don't have to tell all over again. When I reached the CAS building, took an interview form, and gathered all the forces of earth to gather my guts to enter the interview room. But, did you know how idiot I am? Knowing that this is an interview? haha. I am very much unsuitably dressed! Everybody was wearing dresses and heels. (Kung sa aton pa, daw aquiantance party!) Haha. While I, was wearing only a jeans, a yellow polo shirt, and slippers! I saw others wearing just jeans and shirt, but much more formal than me, they wear shoes. I brought my shoes along with me here at Iloilo, but why on Earth didn't I wear it?! My plight grew worse when I scrutinized the form. I gasped.

........
General Appearance 15%.
.........

What the? Should I go home? Due to the disappointment, i found myself heading towards the interviewer. What's wrong? I didn't know. Maybe, the best idea which entered my petty mind was to get everything done and over. And so I did!

The moment after the interview, I headed out of the school without stops. I went to MangDonaldo to buy coke float. I seated my self on a vacant chair and sipped. I texted Cha, if they already reached guimaras, she told me not yet, and later on, her mom asked if i'd like to come. haha. And so I did! Moments later, I was already at Fine Rock Hotel to meet Cha, and her family.

We went to Guimaras, sailed across the sea to Guimaras Island, and rode a multicab for almost an hour to our destination at Raymen Resort.The place was nice, it also has white sand. There were sailboats piled along the shore and a small cave at the far end. We took pictures of ourselves, and of the place. After which, I, Cha, Tonton, Tantan and her family ate our lunch. We took more pictures and headed home. A one hour ride again and a sailboat ride.

Our next destination was at SM city. We're going to meet Aris and Chester there. ANd I'm gonna tell you what embarrassing and pakapalmoks Cha did there. haha.

I, Cha and her sisters went to Toy Kingdom to meet the two, yet we have not found them. Moments later, then surprisingly, they we're already at the our backs. We strolled everywhere, took pictures, bought and sipped coke float, went to the cinema and argued on what to watch and etcetera. All I'm telling you are just shortcuts and summary. This blog might blast if i tell you every detail. haha

Finally, Aris and Chester convinced us to watch fright nights. We we're very dissapointed of the movie. It seemed like the most lousy movie I've ever watched. It was a waste! And for the record, it was worth 90 pesos. Not worth it.

Cha's parents called Tonton, and they left us in the cinema. The tres marias went out, and I, Aris and Chester we're left. After a while, the movie ended and we decided to go out. I texredCha for their location yet, i had no response. I decided to text Tonton, and found out that they left Charlene at SM, and they have already went to Barbeque Park, our next stop. She also told us that Cha went to come back for us. Yet, we found ourselves looking for her. haha.

Sa ulo ng nagbabagang balita, CHARLENE M. GALENZOGA:Nawala sa SM Iloilo!

HAHA. We went back to the cinema, upstairs. We asked the lady recieving tickets for a teen-age girl in a green beach dress, with a camera slinged at her neck. We discovered that shecame back for us few minutes past. We went down, squinted everywhere for a hint of her. Cha's new here at Iloilo so, she doesn't know where to go. (Vhullaye, kilala niyo si Cha. Mapatay to kung siya lang isa. hahaha.)

I stopped by the circular banister to search for her at any of the floors. At the top floor, I had a good view. I could see everyone beyond the railing. And ALAS! I saw her! I waived my hand frantically. She's with a girl, they we're talking. The girl she was talking to, pointed out at my direction. Finally, she glanced up and saw me. Iexpelled a sigh of relief. I called out to the two boys and pointed at her direction. They ran past me, hurried down the stairs, Chester on the lead. I followed them and brought my short legs running too.

We laughed out loud when we discovered Cha, borrowing a cellphone to a stranger. HAha. Thank God she, we we're about time to find her clutching the phone and an the verge of inserting her sim. HAHA. The lost girl of SM. Great guts Cha. I could never do that. haha.

We went to Barbeque Park after wards. It was already few minutes past seven in the evening. We rode the jeepney, labeled SM city proper. I also had an incident there! Once where positioned, a man called out at our back and probably asked Cha and aris.

Man: Baydan ning bata?

Cha, Aris and Chester laughed. Then I realized I was the "bata" referred to. hahaha
We ate our dinner and after wards, rented bikes for 25 pesos and an I.D to be deposited and pedaled our way to the 2 kilometers and more vertical clearance. There were a lot of teen-age people out there biking and skateboarding. We went across and then back. We took pictures and etcetera.

We really had fun. It was nice having fun with your batch mates and friends in a place. Thank you guys, you made my day. haha.

Ante Leoni, Uncle Rodolfo, Cha, TanTan, TonTon. Salamat sa libre.

See? Grabe interview ko no? kung diin nga kalibutan ka lab.ot. hahaha.

Examination

April 21, exams of College of arts and sciences.

I didn't prepare myself for such. I did my usual routine, lumbered out of my bed, went to the bathroom and spashed myself with water. I dressed up, ate my breakfast, and off to go. I went out of the Thaddeus Subdivision by foot, and rode the San Miguel Jeepney.

I'm gonna be late if the jeeps pace beats a turtle. Slight traffic still resides in Iloilo. Once I reached the back of the Jaro Cathedral, I runned on the side of it to the next jeepney stop. If I don't run, I definitely late!

When I reached the WVSU premises, squinted for fellow examiners, yet, I found none. So, I quickened my pace, and headed to the CAS building. As soon as I reached the the buiding, i gunned my way to room QH 217, looked for my number and seated at chair number 27.

We've been given instructions and we've been given the questionnaires and answer sheets. The attendance sheeets started to round on, too.

I scrutinized the 2 sets of papers. I started at the answer sheets, i knew by then that it was 90 items all in all. I shifted weight as i started for the questionnaires, and it was like OHMYGOD!

I've never anticipated it to be like this. Everything was all about Political Science! Hell! I do not know anything about Pol Sci! I started to skim the questionnaire, as i reached the end part, I held my breath, and began to crack my head. I tried to reminisce everything i learned about during my SBO time, the parliamentary proceedings I've learned, the leadership training, the Voters education, social studies. Oh! how I wished I had listened!

I hope I passed!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Taray Encounters

West Visayas State University. My futeure school. wanna know how much maltreatment i've experienced? Well, for the record, almost all encounters. DAMN them!

I went to the gate with a brisk strides. It's hot stating inder the son for long. As i approached the gate, a uniformed guard brought me to stop.

guard: manu ka di?

ako: ma kuha result sa exam, sir.

guard: aw? ti ngaa subong ka lang iya haw? kadugay dun sina pai. wala gin padala sa imo haw?

ako: wala sir. ambot ngaa wala nila gnpadala. din diri ang office of admissions sir?

guard: aw. diretsoha lang ng alagyan.

What the? Do i look like a bomber or what? Why query my purpose here? Security measures, i guess. I walked till i reached the administration building. I asked for directions at the guard again. She pointed at the far end of the building, so i went there. I saw label amd knew in an instant that it was what i was looking for. So, i querried.
(TAray mode siya)

Staff: anu to?

ako: makuha ko result mam.

staff: ano tna nga exam?

ako: tung university admission mam.

staff: ti ngaa subong ka lang? deadline dun. tapus na exam sng colleges!

ako: wala man abi tna ko kbalo mam. Halin pa abi ko mundanao. wala man kmu ngpadala
result.

She gave me a form to fill up my name. After that, she handed me the reults and said nothing.

ako: Ano oras ang exam buas mam?

staff: basaha bala ang 1 and 2 ga. sige ka da pamangkot.

ako: Ah, salamat.

Hmp! another pagtataray encounter.

I read the one she said and it simple tells me to go at the college of arts' dean's office. I saw a label which says college of arts. This may be it. An old man entertained me. Or should I say, ENtertained??

S: maano ka?
A: ipakita ko man daw ni sir oh. (I waved the paper at my hand)
S: hindi tana na di! gapinataka ka lang.
A: ai, ti diin gali sir? Sa college of arts eh! tuya sa piyak ng building.
S; salamat.

I went to the College of arts building. The office of the dean.

A: mam, hatag ko ni siya mam oh.
S: anu ina day?
A: result mam.
S: Ha? subong ka lang timo? dead line dun! abi ko tana additional requirement lang. wala ka pa gali ka pasa ya? Insat dugay2 timo aw?
A: taga mindanao bi ko mam. wala nio man abi gnpadala ang result. Ti wala ko kabalo.
S: oh, fill upi na. dalii! bayad to dayon sa cashier!

I quickened my pace and went to the admin, once again. Another taray encounter for me.

A: Mabayad ko sa exam fee mam.
S: Ano? Sagad wakal da. Di ka man maintindihan.

I said it again.

S: Ti ngaa subong ka lang? Dugay dun deadline.
A: taga mindanao bi ko mam, ti wala niyo gnpadala ang result.
S: ti ngaa wala mo gnkadtuan di.
A: ti wala man bi ko kabalo nga nakapasa ko mam. Wala nio man gna post sa website nio. alangan mapatuga2 ko lakat di.

She handed the receipt and the change without reply.
Dah. dah. STAKBOL? hahhaha

I went to CAS again and did my business there. I handed the requirements to the woman I inquired.

S: Ai? kay.uha na. di ko na pag batunon karun.

I fixed everything and stetched it for her reach. She scribbled something on a paper and threw it on me. I'm telling you, THREW it! I picked it up and said thank you.

What's wrong with these people? I don't want to say any further. But, one thing for sure. I'm pissed!

Unaccomodating people. tsk!

Jeepney rides

I've started my day right. Same as usual, though I already lived on a new environment. New room, new people hanging around. This was my first whole day at Iloilo as a graduate.

Today's the only time I've got to get my results at WVSU. So, I rolled out of bed, went to the bathroom, bathe, and took my breakfast alone. When i was ready, I realized, I do not know my way to West. What jeepney should I ride? Where should I drop? Which way to walk at my next jeeepney? I refrained riding taxi 'coz it's quite expensive. Remember, I'm alone here. I need to budget! Damn! I also wanted to be used at the turns and rounds at Iloilo. Any way, I can't ride taxi at every destination!

As the fact nudge my senses, I gathered my guts to ask Cheche where to start my journey. I rode a jeepney from San miguel, went for a walk beside Jaro Cathedral, and rode another jeepney labeled Jaro CPU.

I'm telling you,jeepney is the hardest thing I've ever known here. You have to walk for a jeepney ride. Not only that, you'll have several jeeps to sit your butt on before reaching your place.

The jeepney halted once i spoke, "lugar lang". I ducked my way down the jeepney and headed for WVSU. I did my purpose there, paced at every paved road I saw leading to the buiding of my purpose.

My batchmates Chester and Aris and I decided to stroll at SM City Mandurriao. Then again, after my so-called business at west, I asked inquired again for directions at a pharmacy. You know what? it really takes lot of courage to ask people you don't know!I crossed the main road and looked for a jeep labeled sm city. yet, i found none. So i looked for another person to ask. Wanna know my style? I look for a person who's all alone. haha. The woman I asked was really kind. She taught me directions and accompanied me to my first stop. She's great! I reached SM city.

We strolled till our muscles ached, ate, bought my favorite coke float at mangdonaldo twice and watched clash of the Titans.

It was time to go home. Another jeepney ride. Which way now? haha. Once again, i queried cheche through text message. She said, I must cross the ovepass then ride back home on a SM Mandurriao jeepney.

And so I was home!

You know what? The moral lesson is, BE FRIENDLY, dude!

Monday, April 19, 2010

Solo Flight Successful!

I think, i'm already used on traveling alone. My dad taught me to do so. He always say, it's no good not being used to be on your own. He used to be on places he doesn't know. He's a simple man. Very much simple. He used to go to his conventions and meetings with higher echelons in a polo shirt, a pair of ragged pants and slippers and brings a back pack. He doesn't like wearing business suits and carrying an attache case. He always say, he's a farmer, not a business man. I've grown with it and it would never be taken off my systems. I'm telling you, he doesn't mind! An incident tells him to be well-dressed though. He was questioned once he stepped a foot at Marco Polo, Davao city. The guard might have thought my dad was a bomber from the place of i don't know. haha. I quite agree with the guard. With the mustache and beard unshaved, a hair curly and unkempt, what would anyone think? haha.

Maybe, my Dad taught me his adventurous nature. But, i am only adventurous in terms of traveling. I've been to places I don't know. He just gives me an address an money and i'm off to go.

Now, i'm here at Iloilo. But, thank God i'm here safe and sound. I went to Davao alone, went to my Granny's house at GSIS Village, Matina, went to the airport, flew to Cebu and then to Iloilo. From Iloilo international airport, I rode a shuttle van and a taxi to Thaddeus Subdivision, Mandurriao.

Quite easy? Isn't it?

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Tin kyu be ri mats!

Graduation is the signal that the seniors were to leave the institution. We’re going to leave everyone behind: our friends, schoolmates, teachers and even our fellow seniors. I’ve prepared myself for this. I asked a few people for remembrance. I requested a book with a message on it.

Now’s the time that I would thank them through this simple post.

I wanted to thank, KENT REY MURILLO, KRISTEN IVEE ABRERA, DANIELLE FRANCO, GABRIEL SUBALDO, QUINCEY AMOR SOMCIO, KARL CESAR LEGURO, J PATRIC SEBELLINO, DIO VALENTINO LEDDA, ANGELO ROFEL NAVA, JOHANNA LYN MALICAD, REIZSHA MAE HILARIO, ROQSAN JOY PELITRO, JOVE ALCON, IVY GRACE ABRIL, JUANITO BANLUTA, JR., RANNIE LYN ARROZA, ENA ANGELA OCULTO, RICHIE ANGELO COLLADO, GLOVARN SAAVEDRA, RAPHAEL RAE SUBALDO and CHARLENE GALENZOGA.

I liked the books you gave very much. But it’s not just because of the books. What mattered is on how you respond and proved that you’ll also miss me. (Feeler ko no?!) These books would really mean a lot to me. I would treasure every single book and show it to you on the next years that would pass. I also loved to read those messages at the flyleaf and at the back cover. Though some are silly! Haha. I hope you mean everything you scribbled down. I also find myself grin on how everything was written down. In short, the penmanship of some. Hahaha. Peace!!

I would also thank the ones who are still planning to give. I’d be accepting them open-heartedly. Thank you very much. We’ll now part from each other and I’d be reading those books in memory of you. (daw patay lng e. hahaha)

P.S. I’ll leave for Iloilo tomorrow!

Friday, April 16, 2010

Dreading the Night

I woke up but was very much afraid to be noticed. So, I stayed on my bed, rolled over the sheets and came fumbling for my cell phone under my pillow.

I could hear my Dad and Mom’s mutterings behind my wall. I couldn’t make out what the chatter was all about, but I could hear the faint sound of my name. I eased myself toward the wall and sat on floor and leaned. The mutterings became much clearer and I was able to comprehend everything.

Yes, I was right. They were talking about me. About my college, the budget, the plane ticket and etcetera. I was rest assured, I’d be taking up college at Iloilo though. But, it’s not just that, I heard many more. The juice of our fight last night.

They also talked about my sisters’ education. My mom said, they’d be going to a public school next school year for budgeting purposes. We can’t afford sending the two of them in a private school anymore, for I would already be taking up college. They we’re blaming me for going in farther schools I guess, that was why, my sisters’ education were affected.

Then why not tell me in the first place? Why did you send me to Montessori Casa Precious Jewels and Sultan Kudarat State University and blame me for all my expenses afterwards? WHY? Why did you introduce West Visayas State University to me if you really don’t want me to be there? Why bring me up to Iloilo if you don’t trust i am capable of being alone? I have my mind and have my survival instincts. I won’t starve myself!

There are still a lot of things came churning up in my mind yet I’d rather not say it. What I’m telling you is just a small part of the whole thing. Very small fraction.

I pulled myself to feet, and lumbered back to my bed. I won’t cry anymore and I can’t. My eyesight was already blurry since I woke up at 7:30. Now’s five after ten. I dare not come out of my room. I didn’t have the face to show by then.

After several minutes, I came out. I started my day just fine. My dad wasn’t kettle hot so it went alright. Though there is a little distance between me and him, he still talks to me. As for me, I do not talk to him unless he talks first.

The day passed by and darkness draped the surroundings. We we’re having fun. My dad drinks Tanduay alone. Yet, the mood suddenly changed when we were about to eat. The dinner’s served and my dad (drunk) made his way to the table. I pecked on our viand and my sis raged up and scolded him. She slapped my dad’s hands. He then went out and sat outside, it was then we realized he got mad. That’s what happens every time he’s drunk. He goes emotional. I taunted my sister on what she has just done, and she went upstairs crying. I told her to apologize to Papang and invite him for supper. She didn’t, instead, Mamang just went up and cuddled and her. She also went outside and talked to my dad, it was then I heard everything up on the spotlight again though it was unclear.

A little moment later, he was on the table again. He kept on talking, though he addresses it for Mimi, I know, everything was for me. Maybe I was a little paranoid but I’m quite sure of it. It was the same issue again. He kept on ranting as if I wasn’t around. I gulped down the remaining food on my mouth and heaved my plate to the sink.

This is ridiculous! Does he have to be drunk to tell the world he hates her daughter? Why not talk to me when he was in the right state of mind?
This would make me love the day, and dread the night.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

?????

Have you ever felt so depressed?

Have you ever thought of cutting your throat right away?

Did you know it was the easiest way to end everything?

Did you know that I thought of that stupid thing?

Do you know that I couldn’t do that?

Did you know I dread being dead?

Do you know much I’m tired?

Have you been told a failure by your own father?

Have you ever been told worthless?

Have you ever been told a moron?

Have you ever wept with all your might?

Have you experienced snot blocking your airways due to crying?

Have you ever thought of leaving home?

Have you ever thought of starving yourself?

Have you ever thought of sleeping outside?

Have you ever asked comfort from everyone you know?

Have you ever planned of making a conference call and tell everyone your story?

Have you ever shared your feelings yet unable to express it?

Have you envied your friends for having a better family than yours?

Have you ever thought of not going to school?

Have you thought of tearing up your recently claimed report card?

Have you ever envied other people because they’re much favored by your parents?

Do you know everything aforementioned entered my petty mind?

Do you know how stupid I looked the time I’m making this post?

Do you know how dim-witted I felt thinking up these things?

Do you know how bloodshot my eyes were?

Do you know how big the eye bags were?

Do you know much noise my nose made?

Do we have the same story?

Do we feel very much the same?

Do you understand me?

Do you understand everything I stated here?

Are you with me?

Weirdo

Though we’re all graduates, and alumni of the SKSU, we’re still compelled to go back to school to clear everything before we leave.

I went back to school just this day to get my card and good moral. But of course, it’s not just that, we did sorts of stuff too. We chatted, laughed till our petty bellies ache, went and eat to JABI – with 69 pesos budget, window shopped at Fit Mart and lots of stuff. Note: Window shopping dude. We ain’t got money!

Anyway, I didn’t post this up just for that. I came here to tell you what weird and unlucky things happened within the aforementioned stuff.

1. I came to school without any idea on what are the requirements for clearance which is the Official Receipt for Year book. This sends me chugging my way back home. Not just home, but my real home at Sto.Nino which is situated in a faraway land.

2. I saw a guy wearing shorts with a little hole near the butt which indicated he has a blue undie.

3. If people with me on the day Jun-jun made his ill-fated flight to the Comforts at Jolibee were still to remember, I’m telling you, we found it OUT-OF-ORDER. Haha.

4. We also met STORM of x-men up-close. But instead, he was a guy. And he was wearing white.

5. We also saw a group of people maybe 5 or more, wearing all-pink shirts with different styles of course. Are you going on a congregation or what?

6. We saw a manikin with only a towel draped on her body and Dio placing a hand on the thighs. Haha.

7. I saw a very well-dressed pregnant woman on the ride back home. As in, very well dressed, wearing a silky pink cocktail dress. Like she’s going on a party or what.

8. I also noticed a very cute little girl. She was porcelain white and was very beautiful. But when she smiled and flashed her teeth on her mom, oh my – every single tooth was black. Yes,BLACK.

I know, it would only make two more situations to make it ten, but these are all I could make out of my memory. Haha.

Anyway, I got the general average of 89.61 and ranked 9 out of 86.
That’s all.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

The Phone Call

After weeks of waiting, I already knew the result of my exam at WVSU, which also means I already know if I’d be going to Iloilo or rot here in Mindanao.

I checked my e-mail that day, hoping I would get a response from WVSU. Luckily, I got one, but it didn’t state my result. Instead, I was forwarded to inquire to another office. It was the registrar’s. I dialed the hotline provided on my e-mail – (033) 320-0870 loc 108.

It rang, maybe at least thrice; a pause filled the air for a second, then, “Welcome to West Visayas State University. If you know the local number, please dial it now. If you wish to talk – “A voice mail, I thought. I punched 1-0-8, and it rang. I’ve waited for a couple of minutes and heard a sudden click.

“Hello”, I heard a woman say. She sounded nice and sweet talking, yet speaks a little lazy. We exchanged greetings and I moved on to my purpose. She told me to wait for a few minutes. So I was left on the line in an unbearable silence. I’ve waited for several minutes but it seemed like years! I could hear mutterings, and stomps of heavy drawers I guess. After the time elapsed, I heard a distant shuffling of feet. I heard myself inhale a great mass of air for I would be knowing my standings. I was disappointed when she asked me another question. I answered it with gritted teeth. Afterward, she told me once more, to wait. Oh! How I hate waiting!
She went on the line again.

(Please read with feelings and add a little emphasis on Ilonggo’s way of speaking on WVSU’s staff.)

WVSU: Miss, ano gani ang last name ah?

Ako: Kapunan

WVSU: ano mam? Katungan?

Ako: Kapunan

WVSU: Katunan?

Ako: KA – PU – NAN

WVSU: paki spell na lang mam.

Ako: K..A..P..U..N..A..N

WVSU: ah, Katunam.

Ako: (gaga!) Kapunan po.

WVSU: ano mam?

Ako: K..A..P –as in pig, U..N..A..N – as in nanay.

WVSU: ah okay mam. Sorry lang. wait lang gid kadali mam ha? Pangitaon ko pa.

And so I waited again. . . What the heck is wrong with that woman! I got nothing to do but laughed on the situation we just had a while ago. Hahaha.

She was on the other line again and I hope she already has the information. I’ve already wasted so much of my precious time with this phone call.

WVSU: Mam? Ano gani spelling sing KAPUNAN ah? Letter C?

Ako: (AAAHHH!!!) (Expelled a sigh of disbelief) letter K.

That was the last time she pissed me off. Haha. She told me I passed and got the score of 138. I was really incredulous of how she picked up so lame! No, offense to you Miss. But you really pissed me off.

See how much effort I’ve exerted for such information? This means, I should be going in that school, no matter what. Ha ha ha.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Mr. Novellino spotted at The Bar

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”
This is the common question you would ask to someone who has drunk several glasses of wine and vodka.

I wasn’t afraid of being drunk and losing myself ‘coz I knew – we knew wine only has the alcohol percentage volume of 12-21, which is lighter compared to lambanog, gin and whisky which is 40-72. Thanks to our chemistry lessons. I was able to share my knowledge to you. Anyway, where does vodka belong? I honestly don’t know.

From the time they placed a bottle of Novellino on the table, I already drank a cup. I’m telling you, it’s a CUP. Quite inappropriate for drinking liquor, right? Anyway, for the record, I wasn’t the one who came searching for a cup and hungrily poured wine on it. Dio did it for me. Haha. He let me have a taste of it. Then, absent-mindedly, I was already holding the cup of wine for myself. I poured myself half a cup of wine and added Royal to make it a little less strong.

They brought another set of vodka on the table; I drank with them, too. As a matter of fact, I have no idea how many wine bottles were emptied and how many cup of wine and vodka I have swigged.

I took a break for a while, went to Angelo’s room with Hani, Cha, and Keveyn to view my recently customized blog. (Thanks to Cha!) We spied on someone’s pictures on facebook! Haha. Cruel people. Haha.

I was really supposed to refrain drinking since I already felt my world twisting uneasily. In other words, I already felt light-headed. I gazed at the mirror and saw myself bloodshot. Do I sound harsh? But I really am. It appeared like all blood rushed up and nested on my head. Oya and Yolwin confirmed it. I was considering it was just my hallucination by then. I might not be seeing right due to the influence of alcohol.

But, I’m telling you, I was’nt drunk. No, honestly.

Unfortunately, Aika brought us a high-glass full of Novellino. Pure Novellino. (Irrisistable! Yummy.) So I drank again, Hani with me, until I was left to drain it.
I swear, I wasn’t drunk ‘coz I was writing up (literally, paper and pen) this post the night we drank. (When I was already home, of course.)

Anyway, just a sort of reminder.

1. Do not ever drink liquor if you cannot handle yourself. We don’t want you messing around like you’d be all over the place doing idiocy.

2. Do not act as if you’re drunk I you really are not. Someone’s on watch of how many swigs you’ve taken. You’ll look like a jerk, I swear.

3. Watch your steps. No matter how fast the world is spinning. We don’t wan’t you breaking someone’s house.

4. The most important! Act like HUMAN once you get home. Act like nothing actually happened.

WVSU crisis

I really hate WAITING, particularly on vital matters…

It’s almost a month since I departed for Iloilo to take up the University Admission exam of WVSU. Up till now, I am still waiting for the results to come. It has already grown into a problem since I already knew the schedule of the next exam, yet I’m still oblivious of the fact if I passed or not!

I couldn’t get a boarding pass for Iloilo, and also not sure if I would be studying there. My father had said, I would be bound for Iloilo once I passed. But if not, I would be thrown to MSU. (I would be glad to be on MSU, knowing I had a lot of classmates going in too!)

I already did every way I know to be aware of my standings at WVSU:

I checked their website each night searching every corner of the page for any link to batch 2 passers. There wasn’t any. FAILED.

I e-mailed their registrar. Still, no response. FAILED.

I messaged my lone contact. (my teacher’s daughter) Still, no response. FAILED.

The very last thing I would do is to call the office! I hope and pray, this one answers!

Thursday, April 8, 2010

yesterday and tomorrow

I was forcing myself not to cry. . . The reason behind is, we would still meet after this event. We would still be going back to school to accomplish all the requirements before leaving the institution. We would still be spending our remaining days together in places and moments we call “biga”.

The enforcement of tears has been difficult enough. It was hard ‘coz during the entire ceremony, I was reminiscing the moments we have shared with each other. I looked around and see how much we’ve grown into much mature persons. It hurts to think that in the four-year company, we would separate just like this. (Lucky for those who’ll be on the same schools and the same courses.) Yet, we’ve got no choice. You can’t be a high school forever!

During the singing of Tacurong Hymn, I was already on verge of tears, thinking this would be the very last time I would ever sing the hymn. I hate singing that during flag ceremony. How Ironic.

At last, it was all over, we we’re finally called graduates. I saw my classmates crying. I really hate myself being a copycat. Every time I saw someone cry, I also weep. I feel a twinge of empathy on them.

I must not think of yesterdays, though some of the memories I had are happy, I would still be sad knowing that these people wouldn’t be with me weaving another happy moments. I must be looking forward to what I will be tomorrow.